Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"The meaning..." The man pushed his glasses and said meaningfully, "To put it more seriously - she jumped out of the cage. Do you understand?"

Jump out of the cage?

Bai Ju didn't understand.

"So you are just a reckless man..." The researcher muttered and turned back to his chair: "Although we need reckless men like you to save everyone now..."

"Kawahara, regarding the data and usage of the "Surge Ritual"——"

"I know, I know. You really don't understand the hard work of brain workers." Waving his hands irritably, the team leader fell on the table and said, "You must have bought gold recently, right? Buy more and keep increasing the amount. I guess the time will come soon for the superiors to use the ceremony to exchange benefits with other countries."

"The ritual center is not a secret place. If it is leaked too late, nothing will be gained. So——"

"I already bought it."

"Well, make more money for your 'retired' subordinates, male mother. Also, the test found that the 'mystery' of the test personnel has increased slightly, so you should be prepared. This kind of ceremony is very expensive every time it is held - I guess the superiors will use the funds on the 'obedient' combat power headed by you, so that you can be promoted first. Remember to do the same as usual after the promotion, come to me to record the data."

Kawahara Kensaku flicked his fingertips impatiently, not even looking at the man who had been standing there for a long time. This meant he was sending him away.

However, Bai Ju still wanted to ask a question.

The 1.9-meter-tall man hesitated for a long time, until the other party began to give him a dismissive look, and then Bai Ju made a decision.

"Ahem." He put his fist to his mouth, turned his face to the side, and said in a very low voice: "Do I look... that...?"

"You might as well just stop talking, or it'll make it seem like I'm deaf."

"cough."

"I said I looked..."

"Are you old?"

Kawahara Kensaku was puzzled, "Have you been under too much pressure recently?"

"I asked, do I need it! A facial mask! Scientist!"

This sound was indeed very clear. After the loud voice spread out, the rustling sound of pages turning around stopped instantly. Kawahara Kensaku stood up with a smile as if he had succeeded, and whispered in a low voice: "Bai Ju-san's feelings are as deep as the sea. It was not until today that I could judge a little bit of subtlety through the not-so-calm waves..."

Facial masks were like a fairy tale to Bai Ju. Where could he have heard and received this advice?

And I am so concerned about the so-called suggestions.

"If you ask me literally, my answer is: No."

"But if you ask me how to do it."

"I suggest you accept it."

"Bai Ju-san, the purpose of heroes protecting the world is not always simple. A hero who accepts a woman's suggestion to apply a facial mask is even more handsome. When the time comes, remember to ask the other person 'how to apply it'. If you can 'apply it together' and 'teach you how to apply it', isn't it... better?"

Wuhu... Two people wearing bathrobes. Bai Ju's bulging muscles and the unknown woman's vaguely visible white legs - well, the unknown woman... Usami Reiko, right?

"It was a mistake for me to come and talk nonsense with you today."

Leaving behind the embarrassment, Bai Ju left the place he never wanted to come to again with a stern face.

Leaving behind countless snickers and Kawahara Kensaku's shouts.

"Young men, I, the boss, will treat you today!"

'Ooooooh!'

Chapter 57 Deserve a beating

The sparkling diamond-faced pointed high heels are small in size. It is not easy to buy such small-sized shoes, not to mention the inconspicuous LOGO printed on the side of the counter.

This is a top-notch limited edition shoe from a big brand, and this brand only has one pair in a small size.

The lady at the counter was wearing light red lip gloss and a black dress, quietly looking at the two women in front of the counter - women in their thirties, covered in luxury goods, but not so conspicuous compared to the money piled up in their clothes, with long hair tied up behind their heads and light makeup on their faces. The first impression she gave people was... exquisite, very, very exquisite.

Like a bird that has plenty of time to preen its feathers. Next to the walking banknote is a short little girl.

In terms of features, she was not as easy to identify as the lady next to her. She was dressed in an ordinary way. Her shoes were easy to identify, but her clothes were... ordinary. She had a long purple tassel bracelet on her wrist, but I didn't know if it was real. She also had a huge - huge ruby ​​ring on her little finger.

This can't be true...

Apart from these, the most obvious thing is the girl's extremely domineering... figure.

For such a small creature, wouldn’t this be a burden?

Aren’t your shoulders sore?

Isn’t it sour?

Will it really not be sour?

But I’m so sour.

Tsk, no wonder you don’t grow tall.

The lady at the counter put on a business-like smile and watched the two women, one big and one small, in front of her whispering to each other, deciding who would own the pair of high-heeled shoes.

The wealthy young woman was not the arrogant one in the TV series. She gently talked about how much she liked it and how long she had waited after making the reservation; the plump little princess stood there obediently, listening to her quietly.

The ladies at the counter usually don't get involved in such matters - no one is a fool, and the so-called "looking down on others" only occurs in brands that are neither high nor low, those fast-moving consumer goods that are labeled as "noble and luxurious", and those brands that are full of counterfeits on the streets.

They, brands like them are happy to see this kind of situation, and after many "insult" incidents, not only do they not do public relations, but they secretly push it forward, allowing those who believe that money is everything to become rampant - sometimes it doesn't matter whether it is good or bad, or black or white, as long as it is discussed, it is a free booth.

The lady at the counter thought.

She wouldn't be so stupid as to do that.

In addition to the top quality of her own brand, it is the woman's own experience and wisdom: she is familiar with those ladies and knows that sometimes a pair of shoes that are extremely expensive to her, whether to buy it or not does not depend on the price or whether the other party likes it, but on the "mood" of the person who is looking at the shoes at the moment.

In other words, is she happy or not?

Fantastic logic, but it works.

and so…

The wealthy young woman continued in a soft voice: "I have been waiting for this pair of shoes for three months, little friend, I like it very much..." She patted the girl's arm: "Give it to me, you are still very young..."

The girl finally raised her head. Her eyes were red, and there seemed to be a faint trace of crystal across her face. The small teardrop mole made her face look pitiful. The lady at the counter quickly handed her the paper.

“No, it’s not because of you.” The girl shed tears from her eyes, hiccuping as she cried. She looked at the young woman with her lips curled up in sadness, and her forced smile made people want to hug her: “Sister, sister… I can’t wait for three months…”

The girl pointed to her head: "There's something here. The doctor said I only have two months to live..."

"Two months, how can I wait for it..."

In the end, the young woman, who felt really sorry for the girl, gave the rare pair of high heels to the girl who didn't have much time left. The lady at the counter sadly wrapped them for her and, within her authority, gave her many extra gifts.

——Micro comic "A Day in the Life of a Liar"

Mori Yuesha crossed her legs, one hand on her chin, the other hand moving the mouse, and finished reading the short comic with an expressionless face. The screen light shone on her face, and her skin, which was originally as tender as a peeled egg, suddenly became... surrounded by black air.

"So..." The girl's voice was sweet and seductive, but there was a chill in her voice: "So... Sagiri, where did you hear this story from, and how... how did you come up with the idea of ​​drawing it into a comic and displaying it on your personal account..."

"Hmm?" The girl turned her head and smiled at the little guy who was hiding in the quilt with his butt sticking up: "Can you tell me?"

It was stuffy inside the quilt, but it was even more dangerous outside. Izumi Sagiri said she would hide for a while, avoid the sharp edge, and wait for her reinforcements to arrive.

in fact.

Waiting in vain.

——The reinforcements carrying coffee couldn't help her at all.

Senjumura Zheng kicked the door open, looked in the direction of the bed, and nodded at Morizuki Sa with amusement.

"Look, I added a lot of sugar." Putting down the tray, the short-haired girl said dissatisfiedly: "With so much sugar, can't you just drink milk tea? Sugar water is also fine, why waste such good coffee..."

"Am I talking to you about coffee now? Dear Miss Meiyuanhua." Mori Yuesha pointed at the screen: "It's ok for you to write it down, but you also want to cooperate, cooperate--"

Miss Brain Disease was so angry that she groaned, "And I even let Sagiri draw it! What on earth did I do to you!"

"What did you do..." Qian Shoucunzheng raised five bandaged fingers, retracted four, and pointed his index finger at the ceiling: "One thing, someone promised me one thing..."

'Write! Write as much as you can! Xiaomeiyuan! My comics, your novels! Let's become famous together, and become super-famous writers and cartoonists!'

"Some people say so." Taking a sip of the steaming coffee, Senjumura Zheng looked at Mori Yuesha indifferently.

The embarrassed girl's eyes wandered...

"But she turned into a dove and flew away."

The flying pigeon lady smiled awkwardly, held the handle of the coffee cup, and said dryly: "I'm drawing, I'm already drawing..."

"I heard that the outline seemed to have been given to someone else to write."

"Oral, oral..." The voice became lower and lower.

Senjumura Zheng sighed, stood up, walked to the bed and pulled back the quilt.

——She was greeted by a flying kick of a small foot.

"Ha! Saiyan Sa! Take my kick!"

It's like this every time. In the war with Izumi Sagiri, I am always the injured party. Even in the short-term alliance against Mori Tsukishima, I am still the injured one.

Senjumura Zheng pinched Izumi Sagiri's toes expressionlessly and moved them away, rubbed her kicked face, and pulled the girl with her butt sticking out from under the quilt.

"Your Saiyan sister is on the other side. Also, Sagiri, I only told you the story, I didn't ask you to draw it and put it online."

"That's right! Invasion of privacy!" She raised her hands and shouted loudly. Mori Yuesha was greeted by two cold lights. She put down her arms timidly and said unwillingly: "I'm not as annoying as in the comics. I just said 'there are still two months'..."

"And then?" Qian Shoucunzheng tilted his head, "Two months, are you hinting to others that you have brain cancer?" The girl pointed at the screen and read -

"'The girl pointed to her head and said: The doctor said I only have two months left...' Isn't that what you said?"

Mori Yuesha touched her long hair and nodded: "That's what you said. It's only two months. If you don't cut it, it will grow to your buttocks. What's wrong?"

"You look like you deserve a beating."

"Ok?"

"Don't drink my coffee. Go away."

Chapter 58 Sudden Tenderness

The girl ran around the room with a coffee cup in her arms, ignoring anyone who tried to stop her and drank gulps of it. By the time Chishou Mura Zheng snatched it back, only an empty cup was left.

"I'm done! Thanks for the treat!"

"Mori Tsukisa!"

"whee."

Senjumura Zheng has always been targeting Mori Tsukisa, and even the inspiration for her first novel came from her. It is difficult for the girl to understand Mori Tsukisa's casual attitude towards her own work - she thinks everyone should be like her and give their all to the things they like.

However, when the word "postponed" appeared on the webpage, the girl's anger finally reached its peak.

This is why Miss Mori is in trouble today.

"How can you stop painting!" Senjumura Masaru knelt on the mat with his hands on his hips, angrily. Izumi Sagiri hugged the pillow and looked left and right, and Morizuki Sa yawned secretly.

"Mori Tsukisa!"

"I'm listening... Hey, I'm drawing. But, but the progress has not been satisfactory." Mori Yuesha explained, twirling her hair, "That thing is very troublesome. Sometimes I buy little boots and forget to draw... I watch a good TV series, and in the blink of an eye, wow, the night is over... I stretch myself, oh! The dawn - is so - beautiful!"

Chishou Mura Zheng bit his back teeth and squeezed out a word: "So, you won't draw again?"

Miss Pigeon, who was about to nod, felt the extremely strong death gaze. She didn't dare to move her chin. She glanced at Qian Shoucunzheng opposite her and chose her words carefully: "That... painting... right?"

"Bar?"

"I can draw!" Mori Yuesa sat upright: "I treat my works like my own children! I will continue with my great love for it! Please rest assured, superior!" After saying this, she saluted.

"I'm so... so angry!"

"Hehe, don't be angry, I'll make you a chocolate pie today, okay?" Mori Yuesha leaned forward, her entire upper body lying on the round table. The squeezing feeling made Senjumura Zheng look away unnaturally: "Hey, I learned a new cooking method (from Miss Nagini's guidance), do you want to try it?"

"Also, your drawing is too unrealistic, Sagiri," Mori Tsukisa turned her head and pointed at the screen: "That young lady is very polite and gentle, and her skirt is not so shaky."

In the comics, Mori Tsuki Sagiri looks different but behaves very similarly; the young woman is different. Izumi Sagiri deliberately added some "popular" things to attract attention. This directly led to the woman's skirt being very light in the comics, as if she was deliberately asking readers to blow air at the screen.