People in Tokyo, the world is clear

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Fortunately, the drive was not long, so the man in sunglasses and suit, who was already a little dizzy, escaped the torture of Lin Sen's nagging.

As soon as I got off the car, I heard a heart-wrenching scream.

"Ah!! Bastard!!!"

Lin Sen closed the car door and took a half step behind Sasagawa Rimei, who was hugging her chest.

In front of me was a young man kneeling on the ground, tearing his innocent vocal cords.

"I lost it all! My life is over!"

No one around paid any attention and commented that it was just a show.

The two men just laughed silently with expressionless faces for a while, then strode into the pachinko parlor with the man in black behind them and took away everything that the man had.

Lin Sen watched with his own eyes as Sasagawa Riya took a large basin of small steel balls from the clerk.

There were two more pots, brought up by the big man in black behind him.

"Why don't you try it, former gambler? You must miss this kind of thing."

"I swore I would never spend a penny in a place like this again in my life."

I have thought about it and I am praying for you

Just kidding. The gambling dog character was just a made-up character. In reality, Lin Sen didn't even know how to operate a pinball machine.

But his words were met with a meaningful glance.

So Lin Sen stepped aside and waited for Sasagawa Rimei to start pouring beads into the machine rather unskillfully under the guidance of the bodyguard behind her.

The only rule in this industry is that you will lose every time you gamble.

After more than an hour, the female editor had spent everything, stretched lazily and stood up.

"To the next place."

Large chain bookstore.

Then, in the stunned eyes of everyone in the store, a woman swept through all the shelves she could get through like a whirlwind, scraping off an entire layer of the piled-up books.

There was also a young man walking nearby with a stack of books in his arms.

"Well, pack a few more copies of 'The Last Kiss'."

The third stop is a wine retail store.

The same two bottles of each, this time Lin Sen just acted as a follower.

The fourth stop was a record store. Lin Sen bought a set of Nakajima's deluxe collector's edition albums for Qingshan.

Then there were jewelry stores, clothing stores, and all kinds of rare shops. It was not until the big brother in black behind him, covered in merchandise and starting to pant for breath, that he parked the car on the side of the street with fewer people when night fell.

The wind rustled the leaves.

The moon casts a shadow on the rough white bricks.

Rio Sasagawa got out of the car, found a step to sit down, held her cheeks with her hands, and began to daydream.

I don’t know how long.

Suddenly, the aroma of food began to faintly stimulate my sense of smell.

Turning around, I saw the young man who withdrew his hand and the bodyguard who took the two sausages with both hands.

"One is yours, big brother."

stunned.

Coming to her senses, the thin woman did not refuse the greasy food that she should have had little interest in.

I took the wooden stick from the man in black, put it gently into my mouth, took a bite, and the salty and fragrant taste bloomed with pepper and salt.

The man next to him sat down a few meters away.

For some reason, a sigh suddenly came over me like a tide.

After a crazy day of shopping, spending, and squandering, the satisfaction I got was far less than this ordinary, small sausage.

Sasagawa Rimei lowered her head and covered something with her hanging hair.

"Hey."

"So, what happened, Editor Sasakawa?"

When Lin Sen opened his mouth, the big man in black standing behind the two of them suddenly turned his back, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and walked away.

My eldest brother really believes in Buddhism.

Therefore, I "coincidentally" missed the next few words of the caged bird.

"Tell me, Mr. Itsuki. Sometimes, people are just like that."

"Ah."

“I am never satisfied with what I already have, or even what others envy me for. Instead, I yearn for things I am not qualified to have.”

"From the moment the first Homo sapiens looked up at the sky, the phrase 'rejection of fate' has been encoded into our DNA."

"Is Mr. Goki a person who refuses to accept his fate?"

"If I accept my fate, I'll be the one standing in front of the shot put shop this morning with my mouth wide open and my eyes closed. Then you can take a microphone and ask the crabs at the bottom of Tokyo Bay if their food is sweet these days."

"Too."

Faintly, Lin Sen seemed to have seen something change in its curvature in his peripheral vision.

Then there are the inexplicable words:

"I am a person without courage but with greed. We are fundamentally different. Itsuki-sensei is braver than me."

"Big mistake."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm no different from you, I'm just poor. Because I'm poor, and because I'm as greedy as you, I have to do certain things. If I were as rich as you, I'd be as timid as a mouse."

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silence.

After a while, the woman beside him looked up and caught sight of the hazy moon.

"If Mr. Wu Mu quit gambling, wrote a book, worked hard, and still failed to change his life, would he feel regret and resentment because his efforts were in vain?"

"Probably not."

"Why not?"

“Trust the process.”

"."

Lin Sen heard a deep breathing sound.

Finally, she glanced over at me.

"Then I wish you no regrets."

"Ah."

Another deep breath.

"I'll be away for a while at the end of April."

"Come back?"

"I don't know. Come back, or don't come back."

"Oh."

Lin Sen wanted to ask [What should I do then?]

But this was not the right way to communicate with this woman from the literature department.

Especially at this moment.

Let me put it another way.

So Lin Sen also took a deep breath.

"Then, I wish you come back."

Chapter 25: Of course we can't be manipulated by them

Inside the rental house in the early morning.

Ito Nishika frowned at the spread-out map of Tokyo.

The pen in his hand mercilessly circled a prominent landmark in Shinagawa District.

"If you come back from your hometown and can't find us due to an accident, I'll wait for you here at five o'clock every night."

"There's no need to be so serious."

All Lin Sen got in return for his joke was a glare.

"What happened the last time we got separated? Have you forgotten the pain after the wound healed?"

"But there are more bridges of communication this time. If you can't contact me after you move to a new house, I can contact Kurosawa. If Kurosawa doesn't work, there's still Aoyama. She's been renting that house for years."

Having more friends is a good thing to some extent.

"But from a probabilistic point of view, there is a small chance that we might get separated. I won't allow that to happen."

"Okay."

What she said made sense, so Lin Sen followed Miss Ito's instructions and put away the map handed to him by the girl.

A large, increasingly fat orange cat was lazily lying in the corner of the room. It was awakened by the two people's voices, yawned, and turned over with its four legs in the air.

"Orange juice, please."

Lin Sen threw the apartment key to her and said, "Feed less, little one. She's already so fat."

"know."

Miss Ito helped Lin Sen turn over and knocked on his bulging backpack.

"Be careful on the road."

"know."

My memories after that are vague and insignificant, with only a vague memory of entering the station.

The intercity train was quite fast and the destination was close, so it arrived in Chiba in a short while.

It was because of the invitation to go home during the Golden Week that a certain ghost’s father had given me last time.

Strange yet familiar memories gradually flooded my mind. After many twists and turns, I took public transportation and arrived at the old house.

Only then did Lin Sen officially meet all the members of the Kobayashi family.

The polite reminiscing process was quite boring. The barriers and discrimination that existed since childhood could not be forcibly eliminated. The chats with several so-called relatives were awkward and sloppy, like an interview with an ancestor in later generations.

One of them sat down, and the other asked the same old questions, which were nothing more than the same old questions like "How was your life in Tokyo?"

Lin Sen instantly missed the relaxed atmosphere when he was with his good friends.

I'm just afraid of comparison.

But since I'm here, I have to serve my sentence, so I have to pretend to be polite.

Afterwards, I did meet a certain newborn father.

Obviously different from the past, he forced a meaningful smile on his face, came over and patted my shoulder with his dirty hands.

"It's been tough these days in Tokyo."

"Not bad. I survived."

It was all fake in the first place, so naturally there was no interest in continuing the game.

Perhaps sensing Lin Sen's impatience, Kobayashi Hiroyoshi quickly waved his hand to drive away the relatives and create some private space.