People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Taking another deep breath to suppress the inexplicable throbbing, Lin Sen immediately decided to focus on other things.

He turned around, frowned, and made a suggestion to Miss Ito:

"Go and pay attention to Niwa's match and Ms. Matsuzaki's comments. If all goes well, we'll treat you to lunch. As for this afternoon, as we agreed, I'll take you to meet my friend."

"Um... Sasagawa Rio."

Chapter 52 The Cat and the Bird

to be frank.

Lin Sen had imagined many virtual scenes of a flamingo entertaining "guests" other than itself.

But even after traveling through infinite world lines in my imagination, I couldn't find the current one.

"Who are you, beauty?"

There was indeed a woman standing at the entrance of the old rental house.

Both the clothes and the figure look quite familiar.

But, only on the face.

It's a look that has never been seen before.

The hair, which was already slightly curly, had obviously been given additional treatment, giving it a distinct ironed feel.

There are some tiny tinkling sparkles on the earlobes, and it is a hanging hoop that does not require ear piercing.

——This is all child's play.

What is more eye-catching is of course the sword-like eyebrows that look like the reincarnation of a martial god.

It's so thick that it looks like it was just pulled down from the stage.

It looked like the result of badly ruining a poor new eyebrow pencil.

The bright red on her lips is equally striking, paired with an overabundance of powder. If you ignore her eyebrows, you can't help but imagine her as a geisha performing classic Japanese traditional song and dance.

If I were to summarize the feeling of witnessing all of the above scenes in one sentence -

Like a ghost.

And the person who ferociously tinkered with his face was obviously aware of how poor his makeup skills were.

Knowing that she had not successfully reproduced the classic makeup of the current era, she did not react too much and just sighed lightly.

"I wanted to work on my appearance a bit more before meeting people, but obviously made some beginner's mistakes."

The tough-talking but thin-skinned female editor probably did feel a bit ashamed.

Thanks to the thickness of the foundation, I was able to successfully cover up the rosy color.

But the sense of humor that forms the ultimate contrast with the serious attitude is still successfully conveyed.

As a result, it accidentally relieved the tension of another visitor nearby.

Lin Sen saw from the corner of his eye that the short-haired girl paused for a moment, and then took a deep breath - obviously swallowing back her impolite smile.

In fact, he was also a little overwhelmed.

However, she even tried to force herself to use makeup techniques that she was not good at, obviously because she valued the performance of this meeting.

If you express your ridicule more directly, it would be a bit inhuman.

A little more euphemistically:

"I understand your good intention to lower your looks to my level. How about we go wash our faces?"

Finally found a way to give a way out.

So, after leading the two people in and sitting them down, the female editor went to the bathroom first to deal with the bad makeup that she hadn't been able to remove in time.

Taking advantage of this brief break, the girl among the visitors was able to look around and satisfy her curiosity.

“He’s a very organized and rigorous person.”

Observing the placement of the furnishings in the house, Ito Nishika quietly gave his comments.

That's true.

Although they have just started to formally develop self-care skills and housework methods, Flamingo obviously has an obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness.

She wanted to measure the position of the vase on the table and place every bowl in the kitchen cabinet meticulously, just as she used to worry about the height order of each work on the shelf in the study.

It's hard not to wonder whether the owner of this house is so old-fashioned that he is difficult to get along with.

But if you combine it with the clumsy makeup you just saw, it creates a completely different first impression - it is strict, but there is also a kind of endearing gentleness hidden under it.

Facts have also proved that Ms. Ito is indeed good at judging people.

So when a certain woman sat down uncomfortably across from the two men in silence, she was not completely reserved.

On the contrary, someone deliberately glanced at the teacup and tray on the corner of the table with his peripheral vision, allowing someone whose body was a little stiff due to the atmosphere to react.

He finally picked up some of his host's demeanor, stood up without saying a word, and pushed the cups to the two people in turn.

"Thanks..."

The girl, who was not quite sure about the specific situation, still maintained a certain degree of politeness and restraint.

But obviously, such an awkward atmosphere cannot continue.

Let nature take its course, and Lin Sen stepped forward to take the responsibility of breaking the deadlock.

"What's for lunch?"

"Some home-cooked food, with some miso."

Food is always the key to start a conversation.

The atmosphere finally became a little more relaxed.

The two girls, who were of similar age but had very different temperaments, were able to introduce themselves to each other briefly.

The more noteworthy part is that in the identity revealing stage, Sasagawa Rie blurred all special identities and only expressed the level of "Rie Sasagawa, a friend I met by chance."

Ito Nishika also emphasized the phrase "he is also his friend":

"So, Sasagawa-senpai is half a year older than me."

"With a half-year age gap, there's probably no need to rank them first. Just call me Sasakawa."

"OK, all right."

It's a good attempt to build a bridge of communication, but perhaps it's still not enough.

So someone felt obliged to add another piece of firewood:

"It's probably my problem."

Lin Sen shamelessly reflected on his situation, "Normally, this kind of meeting should be about having a meal or visiting some tourist spots, but I just forced my way here."

"That's a rare statement. I thought Mr. Responsibility would blame it on me staying indoors."

The sudden change of topic immediately put a certain flamingo in its comfort zone, and it naturally began to attack.

She was finally able to completely dispel the strange stiffness that had been in her body since she entered the door.

Thus, the result of using his own injury to exchange for the convenience of others was achieved - that is, Lin Sen cut open his own skin and found that it was Hikigaya Hachiman who lived inside.

That's great, man, stop talking about it.

It's rare to feel complacent about this for a moment.

When I came to my senses again, the distribution of seats had changed.

Miss Ito had sat down next to the woman at some point and took the initiative to get in touch with Mr. Sasagawa's only hobby.

"I heard from Senior Xiaolin that you like to read all kinds of books and magazines."

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"It's really my only hobby."

Ito is a cat-like girl.

Tranquility and ease are qualities that manifest externally, but also within the body is a curiosity that transcends appearance.

It can control the woman who often uses the flamingo as her symbol and is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

It was natural to take the initiative in the conversation:

"Come to think of it, you're actually reading a housewife magazine?"

"There are very few other publications that cover household matters. If you want to learn, you can only find it from this kind of reading material."

"But, looking at it, it seems that most of the articles are about teaching people how to buy luxury goods and take care of themselves."

"That's pretty much what women's magazines are these days. But among the long pages of nonsense, you can still occasionally find a few words about how to manage a household."

When speaking, Ms. Li Ya has a rather unique way of choosing words.

Considering her appearance, you will definitely be intimidated when you first meet her.

But once you have in-depth communication, you will find it interesting.

Of course, Ito Nishika inevitably had this feeling.

So, just look over there with your eyes open.

The kind signals released in his eyes even made the woman feel a little overwhelmed:

"Sasakawa, your way of talking is so interesting."

"This personal characteristic may not be something to be praised..."

The expression on his face was almost indifferent.

But judging from the somewhat relaxed tone in his voice, Flamingo seemed to enjoy the comments.

I also gradually got used to being more relaxed towards a certain little angel.

Lin Sen was not surprised by this development.

The reason why Miss Ito was brought here so forcefully is because we believe that the light from this girl is enough to melt all barriers.

At that moment, I felt relieved and took a sip of coffee.

Subconsciously add a sentence:

"Sasakawa is like that. He always has a cultured, oppressive air about him speaking. You might not be used to it at first, but after spending some time with him, you'll get used to it."

It was just a little bit of a snarky comment, just a casual remark.

Unexpectedly, the next second, two pairs of eyes fell on him almost at the same time.

Openings in succession:

"I don't feel any discomfort. Is Kobayashi-senpai putting himself in your shoes?"

"Indeed. In other words, could it be that Mr. Vulgar lacks experience, causing him to think everyone he listens to is knowledgeable?"

Okay.

We've only known each other for a short while, but you already have a tacit understanding of forming a united front?

But Lin Sen probably understood Miss Ito's thoughts.

From the look in the short-haired girl's eyes, it could be seen that she thought this mode of joint attack would help further develop the relationship with the woman next to her.

Lin Sen understood that hidden sense of cunning very well.

I didn't intend to struggle or resist. Since I had chosen Hikigaya's fate, I might as well go all the way.

He stood up with a laugh, looking shameless and dejected.

"Can I borrow the study, Sasakawa? I'm going to read some novels."

"I just hope that Mr. Handy can regulate his hands and feet."

"knew."

He went into the house, closed the door, and left the living room to the two girls who were already chatting slowly.

The first thing I saw was a table and a cabinet, and the faint scent of paper and ink lingered at my nose.