People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

"Everyone must be wondering where the heroine is." Kitano Takeshi sighed, "There's nothing I can do. She's afraid of crowds, so she begged me for a long time but just refused to show up. What a willful little thing."

"I was already quite headstrong, but I didn't expect to meet someone even more outrageous than me. She even accused me of smelling because I hadn't showered in a few days. So, I took a shower today to attend the press conference."

"My willfulness was defeated by her willfulness. She is on the set right now."

Kitano Takeshi picked up the remote and pressed a button.

The screen behind him lit up.

A girl is wearing a sailor suit, a dark blue pleated skirt, black socks and small leather shoes.

He was sitting on the back of a staff member's bicycle, patrolling the set, smiling happily.

No makeup, no smears, not even her hair was tied up.

Fluttering in the wind.

A pure smile.

Just smile.

Everyone stared at it in a trance.

"What an enviable youth." Kitano Takeshi turned his head and pounded the table, the sound drawing the reporters' attention back: "Why didn't I have girls like this around me when I was young?"

"Many people introduced me to various heroines, some more beautiful, some more lovely, and some with more temperament."

"They have smaller faces, look better on camera, have more upturned noses, and have more three-dimensional features."

"And my heroine, 17-year-old Oda Yui, isn't the prettiest, nor the cutest. She doesn't even know how many teeth to show when she smiles."

"But she's the girl every guy dreams of riding on his bike when he's 17..."

“As you can see…”

“Youth is only the faint scent of soap and shampoo on clothes when you pass by.”

Kitano Takeshi sighed and continued, "This damn staff member sat in the seat that everyone wanted to sit in. His salary will be deducted this month."

Kitano Takeshi gave instructions to the side.

The press conference was a great success.

Oda Yui's smile is played over and over again on major video websites.

Although Kitano Takeshi didn't even say the name of the movie, he didn't reveal the specific content.

But even so, it still rushed to the top of the hot list at a rocket-like speed.

Not only in Japan.

In South Korea and Southeast Asia, Yui Oda's popularity is also growing rapidly.

Kim Mi-jung stood at the back of the press conference with bright red lips, wearing a white shirt, black denim shorts, and red lined suspenders.

The beautiful legs in high heels stood at an angle.

The suspenders were tied around her plump white thighs, digging slightly into them.

Amid the fiery gazes of the men passing by, she stared at the press conference with her arms folded.

Kim Mi-jeong knows too well the current situation in the Korean and Japanese entertainment industries.

The stars who come out of the same workshop assembly line are not only face-blind, but also have the same facial features.

Even the role positioning of idols has become terribly homogenized.

Kim Mi-cho clearly understood her position on the first day she met Oda Yui.

Oda Yui appeared to break all this.

A clean, pure and sincere girl.

"Everyone has an Oda Yui in their heart." Jin Meiting ordered: "Send this sentence and make it the first sentence of all self-media."

Under the operation of many self-media.

This slogan became a trend overnight, dominating the hot lists of all countries!

And Oda Yui was lying in the hotel bedroom, counting on her fingers the days when her onii-chan and her mother would come to visit her.

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On a small island south of Shikoku.

The headquarters of the ghost clan.

Hashimoto Yuuna was in the small room, looking at the person coming at the door, not knowing what to say.

Keiki Nishiyama was standing at the door in a suit and tie, smiling.

If there is anyone on this island that she misses, this man must be one of them.

Many of the hundreds of orphans in the same group died during the brutal training of the Ghost Tribe.

After completing various tasks, many people died.

Of all these orphans, only Hashimoto Yuna and this man are left.

"You're back." Nishiyama Keiki's voice was mellow.

Not only is he tall, but he also has a very gentle appearance.

Hashimoto Yuina nodded.

"Emperor Sutoku issued a notice saying that you have received news that the Japanese government is preparing to attack us?"

"Yes."

"You have to be careful," Nishiyama Keishu said. "You've been working undercover among humans, and you've held such a high position. If you were discovered, it would be terrible."

"Don't worry, I will take care of your house. And Natto is in my house now."

"Thank you for your trouble." Hashimoto Yuna looked around the house and saw that everything was spotlessly clean. "Qishu-kun, you did a great job. Thank you very much."

"I've seen the video you sent of Natto. He's gained a lot of weight. You take better care of him than I do. You're a better fit to be his owner than I am."

"But you are his master after all, just like this house is yours after all. You will come back to take over it in the end." Nishiyama Qishu said with a smile:

"Mrs. Masako asked me yesterday at dinner if you would come back."

"Is Mrs. Masako in good health?" The short and fat woman appeared in Hashimoto Yua's mind.

Like many other fishermen, she was captured by the ghost tribe and taken to this island to do some hard labor.

"It's not as good as it used to be. After all, there's too much resentment here." Xishan Qishu shook his head. "She also mentioned that she wanted to return to live on land, but was rejected."

Hashimoto Yuna was speechless for a while. Once she got to this ghost island, how could she possibly go back?

Unless there is a chance this time...

"I'm going to see you, my Lord."

"Then I'll wait for you at Mrs. Masako's house for dinner."

"No, I've already eaten."

"Don't you know Mrs. Masako? When you come back, you must have a meal with her. Only then will he be happy."

"Well... okay." Hashimoto Yuna felt complicated and didn't know what she was thinking.

In the largest fortress on this nameless island.

In the innermost hall.

Hashimoto Arina knelt in the dark lobby.

Dozens of pairs of red eyes kept flashing in the black fog.

"Have you obtained the Japanese government's combat plan?" a voice asked solemnly.

"Yes sir."

Hashimoto Arina took out a document and held it in her palm.

The file disappears instantly.

"Foolish humans actually want to use warships to encircle and suppress us. What awaits them is destruction."

"Kill them and we'll move to another place..."

"No, capture them alive and use them to negotiate with the Japanese government."

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Sendai.

Yua Mikami stood blankly at the door of the villa.

She suspected there was something wrong with her ears: "You...you, you, what did you just say?"

"I'm talking about having sex with you. Do you understand?" Fang Zuo frowned. "Have sex with you. Give birth to a child. Mating. Reproduction. Don't you understand?"

"You you you..." Yua Mikami stuttered.

The words "shameless and obscene" were scared back by the man's glare.

"I don't want to waste my time talking to you." Fang Zuo turned and walked out. "They'll naturally tell you that I've suffered a great loss."

Yua Mikami bit her lower lip and was about to retort when she suddenly heard some unknown voice in her ears. Her face flushed with shame and she stared at Fang Zuo's back with a charming look.

"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and move. We still have to drive." Fang Zuo said impatiently.

This ungraceful man.

Mikami Yuya kicked a small stone at her feet fiercely.

But he didn't dare to disobey, so he could only twist his waist and follow in small steps.

The pink Rolls-Royce was on its way back to Tokyo.

While driving, Yua Mikami would occasionally glance at the man lying in the passenger seat.

He still had his eyes closed, reclined the seat, and rested his legs on the center console.

The words the old man just said echoed in Mikami Yuya's ears.

[From now on, this man will be your man. Remember to serve him well and obey him. If you can successfully give birth to his offspring, the Mikami family can maintain its power for hundreds of years.]

"This is all I can do for the Mikami family. I will tell your father everything, and he will explain it to you in detail."

Mikami elegantly stepped on the accelerator deeply and drove at high speed.

She couldn't wait to ask her father in person.

The old man in the villa used the word "serve" instead of "marry him".

serve....

Even if it was just about borrowing seeds, Yua Mikami would feel better.

At least everyone is equal.

But serving means that I am the servant and he is the master?

Do I really have to wash his feet?

This guy said he was short of a woman to wash his feet, which means he has many women, but he just lacks one to wash his feet.

This bastard is vulgar, shameless, disgusting and perverted.

With her keen business logic, Yuya Mikami was able to analyze many things from the words in an instant.

The joy I just felt for escaping the clutches of the devil disappeared in an instant, and I wanted to cry immediately.

"Hey." Mikami Yuya called out, "Can we discuss this?"

The man remained motionless and unresponsive.

"Can you please cancel this appointment? You can tell me what you want."

"You're probably mistaken. You should go find your father. I'd be more than happy to cancel this agreement with the Mikami family." The man said calmly, his eyes still closed. "You don't have to give me anything. You must work hard, otherwise I'll torture you in the future."

Hearing Fang Zuo's threat, Mikami Yuya felt a little dissatisfied.

He speaks as if he is ugly and no one wants him.

Not to mention a place like Japan, even in North America, there are many business tycoons who want to pursue me.