People in Tokyo, the world is clear

The woman, still feeling a bit reluctant to finish her story, turned her head and gazed through the French window at the still-poured rain outside.

The almost panting movement slowly eased, and there was a deep sense of relief in the sound of breathing.

"Anyway, I'm sorry, Mori-kun. I must be troubled by this sudden behavior."

"To be honest, a little bit. It's not comfortable to be soaking wet."

"Maybe there's something pent up in my heart. So, I'm taking advantage of today to let it out."

"Understandable."

Of course, Lin Sen was still somewhat dissatisfied, but since the woman's attitude was quite sincere, he had no choice but to accept it.

However, looking at the rain outside the window, I guess I will definitely be trapped here tonight.

Just as I was thinking about it, an unexpected conversation rang in my ears.

From the only person on duty in the room and the woman next to him:

"If there's a leak, it's not going to be easy for you two to drive back, right?"

"Yes. Excuse me, is this place convenient for you to stay overnight?"

"That's possible. However, there's only a lounge on the second floor, and the door behind the first floor is the logistics warehouse. Two people...are they enough?"

"That's enough. Can I borrow that one? We are husband and wife."

Slimming: ba yi si jiu ling san qi jiu ba

"Wow! I see! By the way, I don't know your husband's name..."

"My last name is Xiaolin."

"I understand, Editor Kobayashi! I'll go upstairs and clean up..."

"sorry to bother you."

what?

Did you make the decision so suddenly?

Lin Sen stared blankly at the administrator's back as she went upstairs. Then, he looked at the female editor beside him.

"No... I might as well just stay at the warehouse."

"I've already said it. My husband, do you want to play the role of a couple at odds with me?"

"Uh-huh."

We had no choice but to go out together with umbrellas to find the flooded car. After simply dealing with the water, we drove over.

Then, I bought two plastic basins, went upstairs, and was led to the larger of the two lounges.

"There's hot water at the tap in the corner. But there's no shower or anything."

The administrator on duty gave such instructions, then locked the door of his own lounge and ran downstairs.

It was said to be a large single room, but in reality it was only about four or five square meters. After setting up a simple small bed, the remaining space was difficult for two or three people to stand.

"Can this sleep two people?"

Sasagawa Rimei ignored Lin Sen's complaints and just pulled him to get some hot water in a basin.

Then, in front of the other person in the room, he sat on the bed and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Wow!"

Just as I was about to turn around and run away, I met the somewhat ambiguous gaze of the administrator standing at the door as I took a step forward.

As if she wanted to seize the rare business opportunity and clear out the inventory in this remote store, she found some packaged underwear from somewhere and handed it over.

"You two are soaked. I'm not sure how much I can help you, but here are some changes of clothes. Do you need any?"

"Do you still sell this in your store?"

"Oh, it's just a convenience store. Well, I won't bother you two anymore!"

Now, there was no escape. Even after paying, this middle-aged woman, making faces at me, helped me close the door.

"..."

In an instant, the only sound in the room was breathing.

Lin Sen turned to face the wall and handed the package bag over.

"I am going out."

"It's not that complicated. Just pretend not to turn around."

"impossible."

"She's still outside. If you go out like this, you'll have to stay out of the way while Madam is changing. Do you want me to be gossiped about by people you know?"

"this."

I had to calm down.

I heard the sound of a towel being soaked in water coming from behind me.

Then, at the right moment, clear your throat to cover up the rustling sound of changing clothes.

Then, suddenly, the woman behind him seemed to stop moving - she coughed violently twice as if she was choked.

Then, a subdued voice, with a rare hint of inappropriateness, came out:

"Mr. Careless, didn't you check when you bought the underwear just now? They gave you something extra and you didn't even notice."

"what?"

"You can turn back now."

Lin Sen turned around and looked at the woman who put on her wet coat again, put her changed underwear into an opened packaging bag, and hid behind her.

Then, he was suddenly stunned and saw that she was holding a box of things in her free hand.

Subconsciously, read the name:

"Okamoto?"

Chapter 28 Tips for Using Rubber Products

Lin Sen recalled the rainy days when he was a child.

Stay alone in a quiet home.

Outside the window is a low residential building with white tiled exterior walls and blue glass windows, as well as a small balcony with anti-theft nets and filled with green plants.

There was a sound of raindrops hitting the iron shed.

Lin Sen was deeply impressed by that Saturday afternoon, but it wasn't because he was fascinated by the scenery.

I still remember that day because, on that gloomy day when everyone in the family was out, I took out a balloon from a bedside table out of boredom.

After blowing a dozen or so, I remembered Uncle Neil’s golden words from the Art Creation program:

“You don’t have to be a great artist to create good works of art!”

That was probably the most inspiring sentence in my entire childhood.

Even children who have no toys or even playmates, children whose parents go out early and come back late all day, and children who can only stare at the talkative sparrows on the telephone poles can be inspired by it.

Moreover, under the guidance of such a friend-like elder, they explored fun, created inventions, and completed genius and ingenious ideas in that era of material scarcity, truly living up to the idea of ​​"let's give it a try together".

Lin Sen was very grateful that that artist and those words had appeared in his life. Whether in this different world now or in his childhood back then.

Therefore, when he was still a child, his artistic heart was suddenly inspired.

Suddenly, I got a gift of creativity and used my skillful hands to assemble and splice balloons of different shapes to make flowers, hearts and cat paws.

I was looking forward to it with great joy, but I didn't receive any praise from the head of the family who returned home.

Instead, he was punished to use a rag to clean up the lubricant that he had gotten all over the table and floor.

"I told you not to rummage through that drawer! These aren't balloons you can blow up! Seriously..."

In the end, the parents, who were both amused and crying, rushed back to their small bedroom along with the dozen balloons blown up by rubber products.

Lin Sen's artistic career probably ended at that time.

However, the experience of that day has become a memory worth cherishing. Perhaps, only when the time is right, will it be rediscovered.

For example, now——

"So, I really miss it. So, let's take this opportunity to have a competition on how fast you can blow the Okamoto, Editor Sasakawa."

"Every time you speak, Childish-kun, I always gain a new understanding of your magical and perverted train of thought."

There's nothing we can do about it.

All I can say is that the administrator on duty, a middle-aged woman, did have the gossipy nature and enthusiasm of a busybody that is typical of her age.

Without authorization and deliberately carelessly, they stuffed a box of items commonly used between real couples into the underwear packaging, probably hoping to orchestrate a passionate story after the rain.

But, first of all, the two people present are not really partners.

In addition, Lin Sen firmly believed that only a mentally ill person would do something unnecessary in a place where they were basically staying in someone else's room.

"So, it's horrible, Aunt Administrator."

"What's even more terrifying is that some foolish person didn't carefully count the items being sold and paid unnecessary extra money."

Sasagawa Rimei lowered her head and began to observe the packaging structure of the box.

"But, speaking of which, although I've heard of them in some works, I've never actually come into contact with anything like this."

The nimble, slender fingers froze for a moment, but soon followed their curiosity and moved, tearing open the box in no time.

Then, the woman's brows furrowed slightly as she took out a plastic package.

"What a strange smell. Some novels and plots actually describe the heroine holding something like this in her mouth... Isn't that the same as eating industrial crude oil?"

Lin Sen didn't reply. He simply sat down on the edge of the bed and glanced at his new sneakers, which were soaked by the rain, with a hint of pity.

"Don't dwell on this. Can you please get out of here and let me change my clothes? I'm soaked too. This is disgusting."

"I closed my eyes. Let me know when you're better."

"Row."

Lin Sen turned his head and found that the woman kneeling on the bed had closed her eyes as she said.

He felt relieved and began to deal with the rain marks on his body.

This type of convenience store that also functions as a logistics point sells a wide range of items and is somewhat similar to a small supermarket, but after all, it does not truly have the complete functions of a supermarket.

The only things that can be replaced are underwear, socks, slippers and the like.

After completing the replacement, put the dirty old set into the opened packaging bag and place it at the foot of the bed.

Quickly wipe your body with a towel soaked in hot water, wring out your T-shirt, shirt, and trousers as much as possible before putting them back on.

There was no way to dry the sneakers for the time being - I had to remove the laces, stretch them out completely, and put them in the corner opposite the bed, hanging them together with a pair of smaller flamingo sneakers. I put on the slippers I just bought.

After a quick tidy up, the feeling of embarrassment was less.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his head to confirm that someone still had his eyes closed.

For some reason, under the light, her cheeks were faintly flushed. Perhaps it was the aftermath of the excitement that had been triggered in the rain earlier.

When viewed together with the wet hair hanging down on the side, it has a bit of beauty like a person in a painting.

"All right."

"Ah."

The female editor waited for a few seconds before opening her eyes. She looked up at the wrinkles on Lin Sen's clothes and suddenly revealed an amused expression.

The corners of the mouth are not pressed down:

"It does look funny when it wrinkles."

"Then the question arises. Who is responsible for this situation?"

Flamingo looked away from other countries and refused to apologize.

Since she had already given in downstairs just now, Lin Sen, knowing her character well, did not pursue the matter further.