Tokyo Soft Rice King

"That would seem like we're actually doing something shameful... We're just fulfilling a bet."

"Well, what you said makes sense..."

"Turn around. I'm going to start undressing."

"oh oh……"

In the silent room, the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other reached Hei Yuming's ears, stimulating his nerves and causing his imagination to surge at this moment.

However, a whimper interrupted his delusion.

"Woo..."

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

Shirai Shiori finally burst into tears.

I've endured it until now...

But after taking off her school uniform and feeling the air on her large exposed skin, she realized with her body that she had completely lost to Hei Yuming.

What surged into my heart at this moment was not shame, nor the resentment caused by humiliation.

The tears I shed were... tears of regret.

The thought of myself gloating over the completion of the manuscript makes me feel sick to my stomach.

Now looking back, what the hell was that... It was just a poor imitation of a best-selling light novel, and it didn't carry through with my own ideas at all, right?

How can I get recognition with such crude work!

If I were to review the manuscript myself, I would never look down on such garbage!

To think that you can win this duel with a work of this level... is too narrow-minded!

He was obviously serious.

Carefully written, an excellent light novel.

This is a masterpiece that has won high praise from the editors of Hurricane Library.

And to label him as a frivolous man simply based on assumptions... is simply too naive.

Why do you think you can beat him?

Just because you have won awards and have publishing experience?

Am I the kind of superficial person who labels others based on their appearance?

In fact, I don’t know anything about Hei Yuming, right?

Why jump to conclusions after failing to get along well with each other?

Was he stimulated just because he held Mengmeng's hand?

I definitely wouldn't make this kind of mistake when reading a book. I'd try to dig into what the book is trying to say...

Why is it that when I face people...when I face him, I become like a blind fool?

Is this the difference between reading a book and reading a person... I wasn't able to be objective either and made a lot of stupid mistakes...

Of course, what I am most unwilling to accept is that I have not been able to write better works.

Obviously, if I had written something better than his, I wouldn't be in this situation...

I’m so unwilling…!

Shiori Shirai did not wipe her tears, and a figure came into view in her tear-blurred vision.

It was Hei Yuming who came to her.

At this time, Shiori Shirai had taken off all her clothes except for a set of pure white underwear and white silk gloves, but she did not cover her body.

Perhaps she felt that this was a punishment for her own stupidity, so she just stood there crying, waiting for Hei Yuming's humiliation.

But Hei Yuming just reached out and wiped away her tears.

"I finally understand... I don't think you need to get naked in front of me to embarrass you."

"..."

"You're feeling so resentful because you spoke so recklessly and agreed to a bet that you couldn't afford, but in the end you lost this important match, right?"

"..."

"Shirai Shiori, I admit your defeat."

"..."

"So take it off. I'll keep a close eye on you."

"……Um."

Shirai Shiori nodded silently.

At the very least... you have to do it yourself and accept defeat.

The most important thing now is to have the courage to face failure honestly.

This way, even if your body is seen naked, your heart will not die... and you can make a comeback!

So, Shiori Shirai took off the last two pieces of pure white underwear on her body.

In front of Hei Yuming, he returned to his birth form.

Chapter 120: Snow Scene in the Room

The first thing that comes into view is white.

From head to toe, the whole person is white.

Her skin was snow-white, emitting a soft luster, like a freshly peeled egg, smooth and warm, which attracted people's attention and made them want to reach out and touch it...

However, you can't touch it, because if you do, it will be considered harassment.

And the reason why it looks white is actually just because the curtains are drawn, and the high-power LED white light above the head makes it shine brightly.

But the good lighting also means that Hei Yuming has a good vision at this time.

This scene was like the street performance art I had seen in my previous life, where people would paint their entire bodies white and stand still on the street like sculptures, scaring passersby who approached.

If Hei Yuming saw it, he would definitely throw a coin in. The same is true now, after all, he saw half of a one-dollar coin.

Hei Yuming was a northerner in his previous life. The winters in his memory were long and cold, and the thing that left the deepest impression on him in winter was the first snow.

The first snow of winter is like a huge white velvet blanket, cold and pure. The coolness is refreshing with every breath, and it seems as if the soul has been baptized.

In fact, in his previous life, Hei Yuming didn't like snow very much. Although it looked beautiful when it first fell, after it stopped falling, the snow would become dirty after being run over by pedestrians and vehicles. Moreover, after it melted and froze again, the ground would become very slippery, and one could easily fall...

But after traveling through time, Hei Yuming began to miss the climate of his hometown for the first time. Perhaps it was because the summer here was too hot and humid, so in comparison, he wanted winter to come even more.

However, if you want to see thick enough snow, Tokyo may not be enough, you have to go to Hokkaido... If I have the chance in the future, I hope to travel there, but of course you need money.

Hei Yuming was thinking about these things in his head, on the one hand to divert his attention, and on the other hand because he was reminded of the snow scene.

In fact, the residual heat of August made the room temperature still very high, and there was no air conditioning in Shiori Shirai's room. In addition, the windows were closed and the curtains were drawn, so there was no ventilation at all, so it was not cool at all.

However, because of the "snow" scene, even Kuroba Akira felt cold... although Shirai Shiori probably wasn't acting so shy because of the cold.

In addition to snow, Kuroba Akira also thought of plaster statues, blank canvases, and... white paper.

So I suddenly wanted to practice calligraphy, for example, write the word "正", or some other suitable words. You can fill in the blanks as you like.

And if it were just that, even Kuroba Akira, who can't draw, could probably draw it.

Shirai Shiori was so embarrassed that she didn't say a word, and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes moved, she bit her lower lip, her left hand holding her right arm, her expression a mixture of shame and anger, her cheeks dyed red by anger and excitement, adding a charming color to her beauty, making her even more moving.

Doing this will only make people want to bully you even more, Shirai-san... When he thought of the arrogant girl before, but now she was forced to stand here like a window dummy, Hei Yuming felt secretly happy.

Hei Yuming pointed at her hand and said something deliberately mischievous.

"Why are you still holding back? I didn't realize before that your gloves are so long."

"Well……!"

Shiori Shirai also wears a pair of white silk gloves on her hands to avoid dirtying the books.

It wasn't intentional, she really forgot. She usually only took off her gloves before washing up at night, and put them back on after getting up and washing up in the morning, because she almost never put down her book all day.

I have never encountered a situation where I had to take off my gloves 'unnecessarily'.

"You can do it yourself? Or... let me help you?"

"..."

When Shirai Shiori saw how naturally Kuroba Akira behaved, the shyness and anxiety in her heart gradually dissipated.

I really don't understand this man... When he was in the activity room, his eyes were all over the place, looking at other people's breasts like a creepy old man... But now he can be so calm...

It should be an extremely embarrassing situation, but Shirai Shiori always felt that there was no need to be so shy in front of him.

She wasn't even that resistant to him touching her body anymore.

She thought of the time when he held her friend's hand.

At that time, I refused the palm reading offer, which sounded like an excuse to take advantage of him, but maybe I misunderstood him.

Thinking back carefully, it seemed that it was only after he saw Mengmeng's hands that he showed his eagerness and invited Mengmeng to draw illustrations for his light novel.

Even if he could tell from the marks on her hands that Mengmeng could draw, he couldn't conclude that Mengmeng could draw illustrations. Although Shirai Shiori couldn't draw, she knew that there were many different styles and fields of painting. For example, the difference between an oil painter and a cartoonist might be much greater than the difference between traditional novels and light novels.

And even Tong admitted that he could read palms... Maybe it wasn't because Tong blindly believed what he said because of love, but maybe Hei Yuming did have some skills in this area.

After nearly a month of getting along, Shirai Shiori also discovered that although Asato Hitomi was very close to Kuroba Akira, the two were not really in a relationship.

The main reason is that Hei Yuming will not say any greasy sweet words to Tong, nor will he deliberately show his affection, and will not ask her out to play. He always calls her class monitor and treats her casually, which is not at all like the attitude he should have towards his girlfriend.

Then Tong is not much different from before. Her IQ and EQ have not decreased because of love. She just says more witty words and appears more lively when talking to Hei Yuming.

Then Shirai Shiori understood that Asato Hitomi really only regarded Kuroba Akira as an important friend like herself, not a boyfriend.

It was simply because he had never seen Tong interact with a real male friend before, so he misunderstood her cheerful behavior as romantic feelings.

I don’t even understand my good friends well enough... Shirai Shiori felt very disappointed.

Hei Yuming was a little puzzled. He didn't hesitate to take off his underwear, but took so long to take off his gloves?

Isn’t it a bit strange what you care about?

"I say, Shirai-san, if you really don't want to, why don't we just stop here?"

Shirai Shiori came back to her senses and saw Kuroba Akira raising his eyebrows, and her abdomen felt like it was on fire.

Anyway, he has seen everything he should and shouldn’t see, so how can he give up halfway!

"continue……!"

Shirai Shiori stretched out her trembling hands to him.

Looking at these hands, Hei Yuming couldn't help but feel a little emotional... As expected, she only looked strong, but she was still afraid in her heart.

After all, she was alone in a secret room with a boy, and it was a situation that required naked sincerity. If she really used violence, her innocence would be ruined for the rest of her life.

But with the experience of being possessed by Shirai Shiori once, Kuroba Akira was able to let reason take over when facing her.

I am no longer a teenager. I have to consider the consequences before doing anything, and committing a crime is absolutely impossible for me to do.

So Hei Yuming just pinched the tips of her middle fingers on both hands, pulled hard, and took off the last piece of cloth on her body, the pair of long white silk gloves.

So, Hei Yuming finally saw the palms of her left and right hands.

Take in her inside and out.

Shiori Shirai is indeed talented.

But it is not a talent for writing.

Memory B

She just saw more and remembered more than others.