People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"There was indeed going to be some conflict." Lin Sen lowered his voice and whispered, "But the purity and domineering aura of this old man intimidated these guys, so they didn't dare to act rashly."

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Miss Ito glared at the person next to her who was acting weird and whispered to him.

"So, it's all thanks to the seniors?"

"Of course, there's also the hidden murderous aura within Ito. With this kind of threat, he would definitely be a top-tier assassin during the Warring States Period."

"Why didn't you just speak so loudly and nonsense in front of these children, Senior?"

"That's fine." Lin Sen showed no fear at all. Instead, he opened his voice and started chatting with the middle school boys in front of him:

"Children, do you feel the domineering aura in me... mmmmmm."

Then he immediately covered the mouth of the short-haired girl who almost jumped up, her cheeks flushed and her face full of shame.

It seems that Miss Ito is a little embarrassed to face this person.

But Lin Sen still managed to start a conversation, breaking the topic barrier that these guys had set up on their own, and joined the discussion.

And soon, he used a passionate story to attract everyone's attention and became a big star.

What a heart-wrenching story it was—so much so that when it came to the exciting part, the young people actually lowered their heads and covered their faces, sobbing like girls:

"Mr. Edward...why is it like this, wuwuwu!"

"Boss! My boss!"

"It's Daddy!"

"Oh yeah, it's Daddy... that's what everyone in the story calls him."

"To save his beloved son, he actually went to war with both the World Government and the Navy!"

"Finally, I will use up all my remaining strength to cover the children's retreat..."

"Will the old man be resurrected? Will he appear on our ship one day and say, 'Kids, I'm back'?"

"No, no... Also, I told you it's the dad, not the boss!"

"Oh oh oh, I made a slip of the tongue, look at my mouth... wooooooo!"

"Brother, I feel bad."

"I can't be the only one hearing such a painful story... Oda, don't you have a younger brother who just entered junior high school? You must tell him about it when you get home!"

Under Miss Ito's stunned gaze, the young men, their blood boiling, cried and hugged each other, once again becoming an eye-catching scene in the store.

Fortunately, children's emotions faded quickly. Soon, they wiped away their tears and, with admiration on their faces, pulled someone to listen to a story again.

"Boss Xiaolin, please have some more."

"Kids, I'm out of stock. Also, don't call everyone Boss."

"Got it, boss! Got it, boss!"

"Stop it."

The farce between the boys made Ito Xiguo laugh.

He leaned forward slightly and reached towards his backpack at his feet, trying to take out the bottle of drink he had bought on the way.

But I didn't realize that the seat had already been adjusted.

At this moment, what was closer was not the backpack on the ground, but——

"..."

The moment he realized his left hand was grabbed, Lin Sen looked at the girl who was lowering her head beside him.

Are you coming again? Want to hold hands?

I was a little surprised by her sudden initiative, but there was no dissatisfaction or rejection at all.

On the contrary, feeling and accepting this joy has become a familiar habit.

then--

He grabbed the still timid little hand with his backhand.

His fingers were a little firm, easily prying open her curled up body in a state of reluctance and willingness, and hitting her sensitive spot - brushing against the girl's tender palm.

Then, for some unknown reason, he put into practice the ten-finger-interlocking technique he had learned in today's exercise and locked her tightly in his Five Finger Mountain.

"Well..."

The girl hummed softly, but her first reaction was not to struggle, but to look up and observe quietly.

The people around him looked normal. He was even still chatting enthusiastically with the children who had long regarded him as a storyteller.

But behind the scenes, things are not as normal as they seem.

I could feel his left hand exerting more and more force, as if trying to tie himself up.

Palms pressed together, skin rubbing against each other, pulses constantly transmitted to each other through close contact.

There was even a disobedient thumb that gently stroked the skin of her hand as if it was unsatisfied.

Gently pluck, rub, wipe and pick it up, just like playing with a white jade ornament in your hand.

"..."

Ito Xiguo's breathing began to tremble.

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It was as if the heartstrings were stretched taut. Then, as that thumb teased and rubbed, a humming sound emerged in my chest and mind.

It was as if, instead of being caressed by a thumb, my hand was being hooked by an index finger on some sensitive spot.

Rhythmically, teasing, picking.

Pick again——

The girl narrowed her eyes.

Look around with the remaining clear mind.

No one noticed him. His low presence remained effective as always.

But, no matter what, it's in public.

Somehow, in this environment, even though I was just being caressed, I felt a different kind of stimulation.

Slowly attracting people.

Even after a certain ripple of emotion began to spread, in the midst of joy and happiness, I began to feel sleepy under the afternoon sun.

So the girl tilted her head.

The man on the pillow was still intentionally or unintentionally playing with the shoulders of his right hand, which was firmly fixed on him. He used both hands and his body to hold him tightly, not letting go.

Then, her beautiful eyes, which were already squinting, slowly closed.

My eyelashes trembled, my breathing quieted, and in this strange comfort, the conversations in my ears gradually became low and blurred.

The images of dreams gradually replaced the sounds of reality.

Then, Sister Ito Nishika had a dream.

I don't remember the details clearly, and the lack of knowledge doesn't help me form a concrete picture.

Just remember, it's like a lock fixed to something.

Then, there was a strange joy.

Then, something, probably a finger, slowly lifted her chin, which was sweating profusely for some reason, and made her tilt her head back. The girl couldn't help but relax her pursed lips and teeth slightly, wanting to meet him.

Then the girl suddenly woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a calm face, which was very different from the rich emotions in my dream.

His finger was holding my chin - this was probably the only thing in common between dreams and reality.

Then, the young man tickled the girl's chin with his index finger as if teasing a cat, causing the large cat to make a humming sound.

I reacted quickly and used the hand that was no longer being held to slap his funny face away.

"senior!"

"I didn't want to wake you. But, it's been an hour, Ito."

Chapter 42 Daily Fear of Love

Lin Sen looked up in the record store and found the most eye-catching poster on the wall.

The most eye-catching thing is the color photo of the innocent girl on it.

So, I took a few more glances.

However, what caught his attention was not the girl's beauty in the photo, but the serious slogan:

"The winner of the All Japan Bishoujo Contest Special Award, the leading actress of 'Harukaze Ichiban!', is entering the music scene! She's preparing her amazing debut song!"

Japan is worthy of being called the ancestor of the Asian idol industry.

Across the sea, a small, underdeveloped country that will be based on entertainment in the future is still reeling from turbulent events such as insecticide control and solar eclipses, protests and demonstrations, while here, it has long been a scene of rising beautiful female stars taking turns to appear on the stage.

The top idols have begun to be replaced.

The previous issue was about the famous singer Shengzijiang who was once popular all over the country. However, because of her overly dedicated idol business, the contrast between her performance and reality was too great. She retired last year and started to work again this year, which caused some controversy in the public opinion.

Besides, after all, I'm married.

The industry urgently needs to trust beautiful girl idols to take over the top pure personality and fill the vacancy of the so-called national girl.

So we have the poster you see in front of you.

Lin Sen was somewhat impressed by the surname on the poster. Sakai, anyone familiar with the history of Japanese entertainment couldn't avoid mentioning this name.

But the face in the poster seemed unfamiliar compared to my previous impression. The given name after the surname was also slightly different, making it seem like a difference from a parallel world.

The only thing that remains unchanged is probably the feeling of youth and purity.

The little idol in the poster, who will become very famous in the future, is sixteen years old this year.

Her face is full of collagen, and even with the camera filters of this era, she still looks amazingly tender.

Lin Sen just stared at it and studied it for a while.

Who would have thought that even this seemingly secretive action would lead to someone being caught on the spot.

"This is the first time I've seen a senior so interested in a celebrity."

"Not really. I don't think these idols on camera are sacred to me."

Idols are people whose personalities can be modified to satisfy a certain group's extreme fantasies about a certain person.

In essence, the image on the screen is definitely different from the true nature of private life.

Lin Sen doesn't mind this unreality.

His life has never needed any white moonlight or sustenance, nor any mob that likes to follow.

Therefore, even if the idols of this bubble era are indeed the top, most dedicated and most qualified ones, he has no intention of following them.

not to mention--

Lin Sen glanced around.

The girl with short hair is wearing external headphones.

Her temperament is clean and bright. Paired with a white dress and this outfit, she exudes the youthful and innocent feeling of a schoolgirl, not inferior to the young idol in a certain photo.

I don't know why. Maybe it's hard to tell who's better in terms of looks, but Ms. Ito is just more pleasing to the eye than the idol girl in the poster.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder?

"..."

Lin Sen was frightened by this idea and quickly shook his head to deny it.

Or, to put it another way, because I clearly understand her character, know her shining essence, and even more, I admire her authenticity in her actions and in her interactions with others. Therefore, I have a unique appreciation and fondness for her.

This explanation makes sense!