People in Tokyo, the world is clear

“This umbrella is really the finishing touch.”

"This is the third time that Senior has mentioned this matter."

“But it does increase the number of people returning to the store.”

Lin Sen gently patted Miss Ito's back and gave her directions.

The girl looked in the direction they were going and realized that they had begun to attract the attention of passersby without her noticing.

From time to time, curious glances would be cast over, scanning the two people's outfits, with expressions of admiration or appreciation.

"what."

The girl had obviously never encountered such a situation before, and she felt subconsciously a little restrained and uneasy.

His body tilted unconsciously, he held the white umbrella tightly in his hand, and moved closer to the people around him.

There were hushed whispers:

"Senior, please find a way to help me block it. I'm a little uncomfortable."

"I will try my best."

"call."

After getting the promise, Ito Xiguo breathed a sigh of relief, then lowered his gaze and quietly scanned the surroundings.

I don't know why. When I first entered the mall, almost no one paid attention to me.

I have long been accustomed to this feeling of non-existence.

But now——

Just a coat and an umbrella, and suddenly it seemed like something dazzling.

From time to time, a three-quarter face looking sideways flashed across my sight.

There was also a girl who was traveling with her companion. One of them gave me an ambiguous look, then pulled my best friend's clothes, covered her face with her hands and talked in a low voice. Finally, they all faced my gaze and smiled at me openly.

Um...

For some reason, a slight ripple formed in her chest. Like a cat surrounded by strangers, she curled up and subconsciously hid in a safe place.

When the people around me looked over at me, I was surprised to find that I had hugged someone's arm again.

"what."

The girl hurriedly let go, took a small step to create some distance, and reached out to gently scratch her hair.

My breathing quickened a little.

"Senior, it's so uncomfortable to be stared at by so many people."

"I understand. Let's retreat."

With his wrist held and speed increased, he completed the escape process in full view of everyone.

Once we got to the street corner, things got much better.

First, the flow of people increased, and then there were more men and women wearing matching clothes, so it was finally not so conspicuous.

I left the group and found a quiet alley, where I leaned against the wall and completely relaxed.

"I'm so nervous..." Ito Nishika wiped his moist forehead with the back of his hand, "Why are so many people looking at me all of a sudden?"

"That shows your plan is quite successful. Starting with the clothing and decorations, it really works."

"It's a bit exaggerated."

Recalling the past, the girl gradually revealed an expression of disbelief. "It was like I had suddenly become a big star. Almost everyone was looking at me. Why?"

"That's quite normal. In terms of looks, the two of us should be quite good."

The young man calmly concluded, "I think we've achieved our goal today. Now, I can go find someone to verify the results."

"acceptance?"

Before he could react, his wrist was grabbed again.

As if a switch had been flipped, the girl fell into a daze again. Subconsciously following the other person's steps, she took a step forward.

In a trance, she raised her head and looked at his profile.

In the morning light, he looked as majestic as a sculpture, yet his calm expression made him seem a bit softer.

It's rare to wear serious and fashionable street clothes instead of the same old tattered white shirt or T-shirt, and at this time it unexpectedly gives people a strange sense of fashion.

I couldn't help but recall the night when we first met, how haggard he looked when he was completely hopeless.

Actually, senior, it's really pretty...

Unconsciously, he has changed a lot...

Why?

Because of... me? And the promise we made that night?

For some reason, the girl felt secretly happy when she thought of this.

I slowly became conscious.

It was not until I came to my senses that I realized he was looking at me with a surprised expression.

"What's wrong? Ito looks a little dizzy."

"Ah, nothing..."

After steadying her somewhat frivolous body, the girl realized that a third person had appeared in front of her.

It was a high school student standing there with his chin pinched, a puzzled expression on his face.

Looking around, Yuzuru Niwa raised his chin.

"Brother Xiaolin, Sister Ito, I always feel that between you..."

"It seems like, what happened?"

As soon as the words fell, the young man and woman in front of the high school student were both stunned.

Then, a faint expression of joy appeared.

He turned his head, looked at each other, raised his hands, and gently high-fived the child as he looked even more surprised.

Chapter 59 We connect our dreams

It turns out.

The process of pretending to be lovers went surprisingly smoothly.

Certainly acted a bit clumsy and foolish.

There is no way around this. Lin Sen has been single since birth, and Miss Ito has probably never had a serious relationship.

But as long as you find a way to appear compatible and intimate in front of outsiders, your goal will be achieved.

In the final analysis, they are essentially just two guys who seem to be out of tune with society and somewhat powerless, forming an alliance, borrowing each other's identities, and keeping each other warm.

Lin Sen is satisfied with the current situation.

The real concern is attracting too much attention. On the way home from training with Yuzuru Niwa, dozens of groups of passersby gave him flirtatious glances, some even actively making gestures and greetings.

If we were to say the biggest difference between the Japanese people today and those in the future, it would probably be the lack of that vague sense of death in the future.

At least nowadays, most Tokyo residents have an inexplicable confidence.

The pedestrians on the road walk with their heads held high, full of inexplicable confidence and high spirits, and daydreams are intertwined into a line.

Daily etiquette in interactions certainly involved a complex process of overlapping polite expressions. However, the polite phrases of this era, such as "Welcome to you," had a certain genuine sense of factual expression, rather than the routine, repetitive nature of later generations.

Therefore, it is natural to have demands on every member of society around you. Because the times are right, people should be bright and beautiful.

The beauties running around in Tokyo use high consumption to build up the best years of their youth, and the gentlemen should also be willing to become elegant wallets and perform exaggerated tug-of-war.

Everyone is drawn by inertia, trying to become a surfer on the waves.

Those who fall behind, whether consciously or passively, are ignored, becoming invisible, and occasionally exposed, even facing criticism. Some strangers who understand the situation may secretly criticize this person, wondering why he is so dishonest and useless. Some well-meaning family members may worry about the child's future.

To face these things calmly and deal with worries and criticisms, it does require a strong will and some clever tricks.

Lin Sen boasted of possessing the former and also helped Miss Ito plan the latter.

This is a good thing, but going back to the original words above, it’s a bit too much.

These two people, whose looks are essentially above average, have caught the attention of the times simply by matching their clothes, as if they are about to be accepted as a member of the trend-setter group and share this golden age with them.

Lin Sen didn't reject it. The advantage of going with the flow was that while you might appear hopeless to outsiders, on those rare occasions when you could find yourself among the majority, you could still be a casual, flirting, and teasing fellow idiots.

But the girl next to him probably couldn't bear it anymore.

Ms. Ito had always been a passive straggler. She had grown accustomed to the feeling of being invisible, and had gradually become comfortable with it. But when she suddenly became the center of attention, she was clearly completely lost.

In the second half of the journey home, he could only half-hide behind Lin Sen, using his back, which was a head taller than his, to block the gaze from a certain direction.

It's kind of cute, it really feels like I'm leading a shy junior who doesn't want to meet outsiders.

He calmed down and listened to the girl who was pulling him whisper:

"I only realized now that there's nothing wrong with not being noticed."

"I was enjoying being invisible, but suddenly I was surrounded by people staring at me, and it made me feel really uncomfortable."

"Yes."

Miss Ito, who was curled up behind him, grabbed the fabric on Lin Sen's back and tightened her fingers. "Being stared at like this suddenly makes me feel like I'm not wearing any clothes. It's so weird."

Perhaps the most endearing thing about girls is their subtle childishness, or rather, innocence.

As Picasso said: So tired, so tired. I have spent my whole life trying to learn how to draw like a two-year-old Xiao Deng, and I neither understand nor do I know how to draw!

That kind of natural and unpretentious innocence, as if just born into the world, is the most rare thing, and only a simple and kind heart is worthy of possessing it.

Because, if you are not pure, you are artificial. If you are not kind, you become a giant baby.

Lin Sen was very glad that he could witness the innocence of Miss Ito.

What makes me even more fortunate is that, although I haven't had a very good time in this life, I have met many innocent people who are willing to hold on to this rare kind of innocence.

To some extent, I am ridiculed and beaten by the world. I am shaken and depressed, but I still want to be the fool.

Lin Sen was not an inexperienced person. He knew that such persistence would not bring any good results.

The biggest possibility is to continue losing until everything is a mess, until you face reality and are assimilated into the person you don't want to be.

But the most wonderful thing about fate is the rare but inevitable blank space. He still wants to believe that nothing is impossible.

Ms. Ito will always live as cutely as a child.

One day, the girl Qingshan will use that broken guitar to play and sing herself into a big star.

Editor Sasakawa can wait until a beloved work she admires breaks through the cruel rules of the commercial market.

The artist Wild Dog and her "childish" comic style can lead the trend of the new era.

Player Niwa will finally be able to stand on the highest level stage, compete with the strongest table tennis players, and even win the championship... Never mind, this is the only thing that is definitely impossible.

In other words, if we really judge based on experience, all of the things mentioned are unlikely.

But there are always people who want to give it a try, to string together daydreams and weave them into the best possible shape, so as to shorten the seemingly endless road.

Lin Sen, that's what I do.

But this road may still be very long. So long that even the dreamer will find it unbearable, so long that all the people who are watching out of interest will leave one by one.

But Lin Sen still tried his best to do it. He tried to use tricks, advanced concepts, and cheat to make the impossible possible.

He has confidence, and must have confidence, that this will succeed.

So at the end of a long deliberation, the young man reached out and grabbed the wrist of the girl behind him, slowly leading her to the left side of the sidewalk.

"How about this. If you're not used to it, Ito, just close your eyes. Out of sight, out of mind. Then I'll lead the way."

"It's easy to fall."

"It depends on whether you trust me or not."

The girl beside him looked over, and the dark pupils in her clear eyes reflected the figure of the person in front of her.