Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

The Boeing 747 came to a stop.

The hatch slowly opened upwards.

Instead of the expected queue of passengers disembarking, the area below was packed with people in suits and ties, and a line of luxury cars.

Alina Pendleton.

Heiress to the world's largest perfume and luxury goods company, a princess of the English royal family, and the largest shareholder of the East India Port...

With countless dazzling accolades surrounding her, Alina Pendleton's name ranks among the top ten thousand people in the pyramid. Her visit naturally attracted many local companies and conglomerates to spontaneously greet her at the airport.

Many small company presidents, seeing Bentleys everywhere and Maybachs roaming the streets, glanced at their own company's beat-up Audi and turned to leave.

Taro Hiyama, the head of Haneda Airport, was wearing an oversized, custom-made suit and trousers. He was wiping the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief as he anxiously stood on tiptoe, peering towards the cabin door.

"Hurry up, go and check the cannons and vehicles again!" the airport manager ordered his staff.

Jiang Ling took the last bite of the sweet and sticky orange-flavored glutinous rice cake.

Looking out the window, I saw people bustling about.

Outside the private entrance, a row of luxury cars were lined up, their golden figures on the hoods gleaming in the airport lights.

Company presidents in suits and ties, with their large bellies, and well-dressed officials crowded around the gangway.

His face was plastered with an eager, slightly obsequious smile, his gaze fixed intently on the hatch.

Lan Xinlan: [Wow~ Are you here to pick up Alan? My friend fee wasn't wasted!]

Jiang Ling typed: [There were quite a few people picking you up at the airport.]

Lan Xinlan: [Hehe, send us your location, then wait for us.]

Jiang Ling sent her location.

Then, not long after, footsteps came from the other end of the VIP passage.

He unleashed his Observation Haki.

He immediately spotted two little girls sneaking up behind him, both of them completely covered up with scarves and sunglasses.

Jiang Ling didn't turn around, but raised her hand to ask the clerk for a cup of coffee.

Deng, Deng, Deng...

It was the sound of walking silently.

When Lan Xinlan and the girl moved behind him, intending to shout to scare him...

"Ah—!" Jiang Ling suddenly turned around, revealing a face like that of a hanged ghost.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh—!" Lan Xinlan jumped three feet high in fright, just like a startled Tom the cat.

However, the other little girl in the group couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahaha~ What a funny face~ hahahah~ Alan... your boyfriend is really funny..."

Lan Xinlan also realized what was going on, and upon hearing her words, she quickly shook her head, "No...not my boyfriend...he's a male friend."

"Really?"

"real!"

Jiang Ling sized up the two petite girls in front of her, one 1.46 meters tall and the other 1.45 meters tall.

Lan Xinlan still wore her signature loose blue braids.

Her fashion sense has changed a lot.

A camel plaid wool coat in the British style, paired with a high-necked off-white cashmere sweater, dark pencil pants, and ankle boots.

Well, compared to a loli, her outfit gives her a more youthful vibe.

The ends of her blue braids were casually draped over her shoulders.

She was also wearing a camel-colored beret, which she wore at an angle, adding a touch of elegance and playfulness to her look as she returned from abroad.

As for the other person...

She was a girl with long, golden hair as bright as the sun and azure eyes, her skin so fair it was almost translucent.

Unlike Lan Xinlan's elegant and playful demeanor, she wore a simple and comfortable light blue wool cardigan and white wide-leg pants, with a beige long trench coat casually over them. A light purple cashmere scarf was loosely wrapped around her neck, covering half of her face, revealing only a pair of eyes that smiled like crescent moons.

Even with such a low-key outfit, it couldn't hide her innate noble temperament and the fresh beauty of a garden in the morning dew.

She is Alina Pendleton—a princess even more dazzling than the "Star of Africa".

Those jewel-like eyes lost their smile and began to scrutinize Jiang Ling with curiosity, a hint of languor from the long flight mixed with undisguised scrutiny.

"Hello, my name is Alina Pendleton, my French name is Genevieve, my German name is Charlotte, and you can also call me Elsa, Gina..."

Alina gracefully extended her small hand, which was clad in a woolen glove.

Jiang Ling: ?

Sorry, there's not enough room for all of us...

He also reached out his large hand and gently took her small, furry hand in his, and said:

"My name is Jiang Ling, you can also call me by my English name, Dio Brando. Nice to meet you."

The two shook hands for several seconds.

Jiang Ling wanted to let go, but found that the other party had no intention of letting go.

She was still holding his hand tightly.

"Ara ara~", Alina smiled slightly, suddenly let go, and turned to look at Alan:

I accidentally shook his hand a little too long, I'm so sorry~

"Alan... are you and him really not a couple?"

Jiang Ling: 666

Ah Lan, Ah Lan, why do you play the victim as soon as you appear?

Lan Xinlan felt a little uncomfortable, but she shook her head and said helplessly:

"Really, no, we're just friends..."

"Hey! Alina... why didn't you come down through the main entrance? What are you doing sneaking over here? Seriously... fuck..."

Just then, a panting man came running from the other end of the VIP passage. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and his high-end tuxedo was wrinkled. He was pulling two suitcases and was leaning against the glass wall, breathing heavily.

Jiang Ling looked up at the glass walkway opposite.

At the same time, Jody also looked up.

The two looked into each other's eyes, a glance that seemed to last an eternity.

Jody shifted his gaze and saw Alina standing timidly next to the muscular blond man.

A strange sense of crisis welled up in my heart.

"Miss Alina... why are you getting so close to that kind of man who doesn't look like he has much money...?"

"No, no!"

"That lowly fellow must never come near my Miss Alina..."

Jody, without even catching her breath, took off running and sprinted toward the glass walkway.

"This is such a hassle."

Alina frowned slightly, then naturally took his arm and said:

"Take us to our accommodation. Your school sent us a letter saying they will arrange student apartments for us."

"Uh...aren't you going to stay in a five-star hotel?"

"Alina doesn't want to go to that kind of hypocritical place."

"Stop talking and let's get going, okay?"

"Where's your luggage?"

"Those things will be delivered later."

Lan Xinlan: ...

Can someone ask Alan what he thinks?

Jiang Ling was speechless.

He doesn't understand.

Why do all these little girls want to live at his house?!

Jody ran with all her might.

We were about to run across the glass walkway.

Left with no other choice, Jiang Ling had to lead them down the elevator.

They approached Ms. Honda R.

"Alan, go sit in the front," Alina nudged Lan Xinlan and gave her a wink.

"I...I..."

Lan Xinlan hesitated, but Jiang Ling picked her up with one hand and placed her in front of him.

Then, a warm chest pressed against her thin back.

Such well-developed muscles...

Lan Xinlan swallowed hard, obediently lay down, and let the aura full of male hormones surround her.

Ahead, the afterglow of the setting sun painted the sky crimson.

The wind brushed past my ears, it felt wonderful.

Oh ho~

Is this what they call a grand escape into the sunlight?

Lan Xinlan thought to herself, "It does seem to have a touch of romance."

Jiang Ling felt very uncomfortable.

The fluffy blue braids in front of her exuded a refreshing fragrance.

Behind him, a pair of soft little hands wrapped around his waist, and something soft, small, and like a steamed bun pressed against his back.

Xiao Jiangling: I'm starving—break it for me!

Da Jiangling: Deeply rooted!!!

Finally, after some pulling and tugging, Xiao Jiangling reluctantly lowered her proud head.

Jody knelt on the ground, utterly dejected, and reached out her trembling hand toward the departing red motorcycle, as if trying to grasp something illusory.

"No—my Alina…we finally agreed to go on this school trip together, why, why…"

"No, we have to get there quickly... We can't let all our efforts go to waste!"

A line of black Bentleys waiting to pick up passengers stretched outside the airport.

Everyone was waiting anxiously.

A place no one cares about.

A bright red streak rises against the current, carrying Princess Alina, who is as dazzling as the "Star of Africa," whom everyone has been eagerly anticipating.

They disappeared into the vast darkness of the night.