Tokyo Heart Thief's Daily Life

"Senior, you're so handsome, and you have such a great body~! Can you strike that pose, the one where you're thinking with your chin propped up with one hand? - So handsome, so handsome, so handsome~! Can I take a picture?!"

The two sisters were running around Luo Zhen like crazy, taking out their cell phones to take pictures.

Now Luo Zhen has indeed taken off his upper body and is sitting on a chair to serve as a model for Kitagawa.

Fortunately, his pants were still on and he barely managed to avoid being eliminated.

The other girls, who were seeing such an exciting scene for the first time, looked at each other in confusion, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

Shinjima was the first to run up:

"Lord Luo! What's going on? Why are you taking off your clothes? ...Is this also necessary for being a model?"

Luo Zhen shrugged. "Kitagawa said that this would reflect a more realistic state, so he asked me to take it off. He originally wanted me to take it off completely, but fortunately, after I argued with him, he finally compromised and only did the upper body."

"Because this is beauty!" Kitagawa continued to argue.

The man held the paintbrush with great vigor, his face full of emotion and confusion:

"Having a model as outstanding as Luo Zhenjun might be my only chance in life! Honestly, let alone painting him, if I had any sculpture experience, I'd really like to carve out this perfect work of art, rather than just compromise with a bust!"

"Look at him! His body embodies natural beauty! Not only his eyes and soul, but even his body is so beautiful. You are the goddess of beauty, Luo Zhen!!"

Luo Zhen: "Stop talking, you want to flatter me to death."

This kid is just too emotional and easily gets carried away. Luo Zhen is speechless.

…but it does.

After gradually calming down, especially because of the bold Fangze sisters' demonstration.

The other shy girls looked at each other, feeling that there was no need to act reserved anymore.

Niijima swallowed his saliva:

"Indeed, Luo Zhenjun, you've got a really good physique... Not the kind you get from eating protein at the gym, but more of a natural, flowing body... I think you'd be perfect for a promotional model for police academy recruitment. It truly is a healthy beauty."

An He Subaru: "Hmm~! Although I've peeked at you changing clothes before, I didn't expect you to have such a great figure when I looked closely... Luo Zhenjun, is this how you seduce so many girls? You're so lecherous~?"

Hmmm…Hmm???

The whole group of people were so confused by the ambiguous atmosphere that they didn't even have time to pay attention to the strange content in An and Subaru's words. They just surrounded Luo Zhen and kneaded him.

Led by the Fangze sisters, these girls touched Luo Zhen's arms and shoulders with curiosity and excitement, and asked him to assume a tense posture.

Especially the woman An He Subaru, who was so bold as to touch Luo Zhen's abdominal muscles... Fortunately, he shot her off.

"...Alas, women without a sense of boundaries."

Kitagawa sighed in disgust, knowing that there was no atmosphere for continuing to paint.

Fortunately, the progress just now was very good, so I can take a break first.

Luo Zhen was thus liberated and was finally able to put his clothes back on.

This made the girls all let out some unhappy noises of "Eh~"...mostly the twins and Ann and Subaru.

Luo Zhen tapped each of the three people on the head lightly:

"Don't embarrass yourself in front of my senior. Sorry, President, they kept joining in the fun and caused you a lot of trouble, didn't they?"

Shinjima smiled awkwardly and waved his hands, "It's not that exaggerated. I'm the one being taken care of... Really, huh."

The handsome student council president looked at Luo Zhen, who was now wearing a coat, with mixed feelings, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

She also felt her heartbeat quicken slightly, making her even more shy.

Because he was born into a police family and was taught from a young age to have a healthy body, Shinjima is actually quite militant.

Therefore, her aesthetic taste is more inclined towards healthy and voluptuous ones...especially those like Luo Zhen.

A sunny and healthy young man, not only tall but also in good shape.

Even his character is very humble and polite.

She is truly capable of both being a lady in the parlor and a housewife in the kitchen, and feels very suitable for marriage.

Putting aside issues like his unclear family background, just looking at his personal conditions, Luo Zhen is definitely the perfect son-in-law in the eyes of most parents.

And if he gets married, he probably won't mind that he has a prosecutor sister who can't get married... Niijima thought inexplicably divergently.

——No, no, where was I thinking?!

Shinjima immediately slapped his cheeks and covered his hot face:

"I, I'm going to take a walk outside first. Everyone, have some drinks and snacks first. I'll buy more if you're not satisfied!"

The student council president ran out as if escaping, his footsteps sounding hurried.

This made Luo Zhen quite puzzled: "What's wrong with her? ...Is she too embarrassed to use the restroom here because she needs to?"

The twins, An and Subaru, and Akechi Tamako: "'That's your problem, isn't it?'"

The girls instantly united as one and, as always, convicted him with irrefutable cheating lines.

To be honest, this man is obviously very sensitive to outsiders, but he has no emotional intelligence at all when it comes to people he is familiar with.

It was as if he had switched on energy-saving mode.

They will be wary of unfamiliar "outsiders", but will completely let go with "insiders", as if they are deliberately emptying their minds and not trying to guess what others are thinking.

So, this guy is definitely a seducer (???)

It's scary when the girls look at each other and instantly reach a consensus in the chat room that men can't understand.

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Then, it’s time for the break.

After the lively situation calmed down a bit, everyone sat down in the living room to have snacks.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the twins quietly approached Luo Zhen:

"The locked door has been found. It's at the deepest corner on the second floor."

"There's a large lock on that door, very similar to the one we saw in the temple. That must be what they call a psychological barrier, right?"

Indeed, Luo Zhen nodded in approval.

In reality, a locked door is considered to be watertight. This impression penetrates into the subconscious mind and will also take on a similar shape.

Madarame believed that the secret behind this door was the key to him, so he locked the passage deeper into the palace.

Now that we've found the door, the next thing to do is think about how to expose it.

Although I don’t know what is behind the door, I wonder if there is any direct evidence of a crime.

But since Madarame is so nervous, I have to go in and take a look in person no matter what.

Then it depends on whether to announce the evidence to Kitagawa or secretly hand it over to Niijima Makoto's sister or something like that.

"I'll bring Morgana next time."

Luo Zhen said softly, "Even if we can't remove the lock, it won't be difficult to break the door of this old house. Let the cat do the damage and pretend it's an accident, and then everything will go smoothly."

Yeah, the twins nodded in agreement.

Because Luo Zhen has changed his mind now, it doesn't matter whether he breaks Madarame's psychological defense or not.

As long as there is enough evidence to convict someone behind that door, and enough people know about it and make a big deal out of it, that will be enough.

However, in order to avoid being blamed for damaging other people's finances, it is necessary to package this incident as an accident.

Having made up their minds, they decided to call it a day and just accompany Kitagawa to paint for a while before calling it a day.

......So that's it.

When Luo Zhen went to the bathroom and was about to go back to his modeling work.

"Hey, Luo Zhenjun~?"

Luo Zhen heard the overly sweet voice of the female ghost.

Akechi Tamako squatted quietly outside the bathroom door and immediately came up to Luo Zhen after he came out.

She acted so cute and lovely, with sparkling eyes:

"Lord Luo, I can't hold it back any longer! You were so handsome and cool just now, and I have so much to say to you... Can we go somewhere private? Just for a moment, so I can talk to you alone?"

"Ms. Akechi, this isn't good, is it?"

Luo Zhen gave a troubled smile.

But in actual action, he did not resist and let her pull his hand and move.

He knew very well in his heart: this female vixen, who could not hide anything at all, was being too straightforward.

Unlike Shinjima Makoto, Luo Zhen never let down his guard towards the politician's daughter from beginning to end.

Therefore, Luo Zhen actually had already guessed about the kind of explicit acting she displayed throughout the whole process, as well as the purpose of maintaining this acting style.

And there is only one last step left to turn the speculation into confirmation.

"Lord Luo, come here?"

Akechi Tamako squeezed out a voice as sweet as malt candy and pulled Luo Zhen to the room at the deepest corner.

There was an ornate sliding door with a peacock pattern and a huge padlock hanging on it, which looked very incongruous.

"...What's the point of using such a big lock on a lousy sliding door?"

Akechi Tamako muttered to herself, then leaned against the door and pulled Luo Zhen.

Luo Zhen still maintained his innocent persona: "Ms. Mingzhi, this is not good, right?"

"Let's go back quickly, the others will be worried. If you have anything to say, we can talk slowly later..."

Akechi Tamako: "No! I can't help it anymore!"

This flamboyant woman had no intention of hiding anything.

She shouted so loudly that it was obvious that she wanted everyone to hear her.

Even so, she pretended to be impatient and stood on tiptoe to hook Luo Zhen's neck:

"Luo Zhenjun, do you hate girls like me? If I tell you that I like you and want to be with you...will you date me~?"

She didn't wait for Luo Zhen to answer.

When I heard the footsteps of others and saw Kitagawa and the others rushing over.

Akechi Tamako's eyes flashed with cunningness, and she pulled Luo Zhen backwards with her -!

With a loud bang, the big lock hanging on the sliding door was intact, but the door itself was easily pushed down.

When she was about to fall to the ground, Luo Zhen hugged Akechi Tamako's head to prevent this silly woman from really hurting herself.

It was more like the two of them were hugging each other tightly and pressing against the door, causing the sliding door to be pushed down due to the force it couldn't withstand.

"——What are you doing?! Why are you in this room...huh???"

Kitagawa rushed over and first questioned the two people lying on the ground.

Then when he entered the closed studio warehouse and saw the cabinets full of paintings, he was stunned and speechless.

An He Subaru: "What? Pushing it down?!... Luo Zhen, you are such a person! How can you destroy someone else's door! (?ω?)"

Ms. An He Subaru, who is a complete outsider, is very consistent in her gags and misses the point.

She was actually trying to ease the atmosphere and make up for the "embarrassing thing" that Luo Zhen had done.

But in fact, there is no need to do so. Kitagawa's focus is no longer on the two people on the ground.

"...Hey~, are these all the same painting?"

Akechi Tamako, who was held in Luo Zhen's arms, climbed up ruthlessly.

She fixed her messy hair and skirt.

He only glanced at Luo Zhen and immediately changed the subject:

"The paintings in this warehouse are all Madarame-sensei's famous work, 'Sayuri,' right? They say it was stolen a long time ago, and it was all over the news."

"But there are so many of them here, and they all look exactly the same...Isn't that called 'copying'? Kitagawa-kun, is this what Madarame-sensei asked you students to copy?"

“…No, it’s not…”

Kitagawa Yusuke seemed to be the person who suffered the greatest shock at the scene, his face was as pale as paper.