People in Tokyo, the world is clear

After finally regaining his solitude at night, Lin Sen was able to have a good night's sleep - and even had a bizarre dream.

In some unknown small city, amidst the swaying street lights, I silently got into a passing taxi and let the driver drive to the remote suburbs in the north.

Finally, we stopped at the door of an uninhabited guesthouse deep in the mountains. We went up to the second floor and chose the innermost room.

Then, a scene similar to a nightmare or horror story unfolded - as soon as the cabinet in the room was opened, a faceless, long-haired female ghost emerged, a little boy with a pale face and black eyes squatted under the counter on the first floor, and a huge goblin with a human face and a spider body was hiding in the yard downstairs.

Lin Sen was like the unarmed protagonist in a classic horror game with no attack options. He was forced to keep escaping, playing moves with the monsters, and moving around in this old house.

It wasn't until the faint sound of footsteps that a glimmer of hope arrived—as they were escaping, a swordswoman in a white bathrobe and clogs, a katana slung over her shoulder, suddenly burst into the house. With a few effortless slashes, the monsters were slain, dissipating into thin air.

Then, the short-haired heroine in the dream stood in front of him, raised her head, and showed a gentle and reliable smile.

However, after looking carefully, the face that came into view was completely unexpected.

Half asleep and half awake, Lin Sen exclaimed in surprise at what he saw.

"...Ito?"

"Get up, lazy bum."

"...Oh."

Now I am completely awake.

The young man lying on the bed fully opened his squinted eyes and suddenly returned to reality.

He looked clearly at the girl sitting on the bed and rocking him.

—It seems the so-called clogs' clattering in the dream was probably an evolution of the knocking on the door. As for the Shura Snow Princess's appearance, it was probably a tacit addition to the dream after he'd vaguely sensed the girl using a spare key to open her own door.

What a strange fantasy.

However, I did have some palpitations and fantasies. It seemed that I had never seen Ms. Ito in a kimono or a bathrobe before.

Of course, he knew that further curiosity about the opposite sex was a sign of interest in her. But this time, Lin Sen didn't try to dispel this feeling. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the girl, pulling her into his arms amidst a small exclamation.

Because I've just learned a new lesson: it's good to release your emotions appropriately. Otherwise, if you keep holding them in, it can easily lead to other problems.

So, when the girl with blushing cheeks lay in his arms and made a humming sound similar to that of a cat when it is approaching its parent, he also tidied up the uncombed part of her hair.

"Since yesterday, you've suddenly become so proactive." The girl commented in a low voice.

"I just dreamed about you, Ito."

"Eh?"

The girl, who was originally lying flat on her stomach, slowly raised her body and head.

Perhaps thinking of something unhealthy, her clear eyes gradually sparkled:

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"That kind of stuff I haven't learned yet?"

"Wow."

After Lin Sen rushed the girl out of the bedroom, changed her clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up, he repeated the specific scene to her who was waiting in the living room.

The girl's expression changes as the story progresses, from slight disappointment to long-awaited anticipation, and then to a dilemma:

"How did you connect me with a female warrior?"

"It should be a dream with quite symbolic meaning."

Lin Sen tried to be a dream interpreter:

"When you encounter a ghost, you don't fight back and can only run away, but you never think of running outside the guesthouse where no one is. This must be a manifestation of your subconscious feeling of unease and distress that you can't find a solution to."

"Indeed. I remember when I was a kid, I used to have nightmares when I fell asleep in worry and anxiety."

After a brief thought, Ms. Ito nodded in agreement. Then, she asked again:

"Then why am I a female warrior?"

"Because you met me like a dream, bravely and handsomely saving my messed-up life from the water and fire?"

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Ito Xiguo opened his eyes wide and even opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

It took her several seconds to react. She put her hands behind her back, raised her flushed face, and glanced suspiciously at the young man who was trying hard to analyze the situation.

I reached out and poked him hard in the waist, interrupting his thoughts and scaring someone.

"Senior...where did you secretly learn these love words?"

"what?"

Now it was Lin Sen's turn to ask others to do the reading comprehension, and he was puzzled:

"Love words? No. Isn't this an analysis based on imagery? Didn't Ito do similar language exercises when he was a student? Otherwise, what can you read from this picture? Does it express the author's homesickness?"

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"Read out, senior is a pervert. He just puts other people's faces on the opposite sex in his dreams."

"That's true. I won't deny it. Or maybe reality and dreams are reversed. For example, in reality, Ito, you're not a samurai at all. Instead, you've become a nagging female ghost, dominating the house."

"...Woo!"

When the girl read out the teasing and pounced on him with her claws bared, Lin Sen opened the door first and escaped.

He stood outside the door with a smile, looking at the "lover-type Ito" who was trapped at home, standing with his hands on his hips and staring blankly.

The girl gave him a slightly angry look, but in the end, she calmed down and followed the rules she had set.

His face became calm and serene, and he stepped out.

Rule 1: Except in special circumstances, you should treat each other as slightly distant friends when you are outside.

However, this rule was soon challenged by so-called "special circumstances".

Standing in front of an udon noodle shop at breakfast time, the two naturally fell into a dilemma.

"Uncle Fujiwara, the owner of this shop, seems to have mistaken us for a couple." Lin Sen described the current situation.

"So what?" Ito Xiguo turned his head to look at him and asked in a flat tone.

"Last time you were in a bad mood, he mistakenly thought we were having a quarrel and attacked me severely."

After giving examples, Lin Sen made the following suggestions:

"How about... in the store, let's pretend."

"If you insist on doing this, senior, even though it's troublesome and difficult... it's not impossible." The girl, who was still immersed in the role, tried to lower her tone, but someone quickly grabbed her hand.

"Well!"

The operation of activating Lover Mode is still valid.

The girl being led stood in front of the cashier counter with her arm slightly linked. The waitress, Mrs. Fujiwara, covered her mouth and laughed at the sweet and warm scene in front of her:

"Or two bowls of udon?"

"Ah."

After receiving a soft reply, the proprietress turned around and announced the names of the dishes.

Lin Sen keenly caught some of the requests.

It seemed that this was not the way she usually called her husband.

Just ask:

"It seems that Uncle Fujiwara is not here today?"

"Yes. My brother-in-law has something important to do with his water business. He needs to go back so we can discuss some ideas together."

"Are you too busy to come here?"

"As you can see, we've temporarily asked someone who knows about pasta to help us. He should be back this afternoon."

"That's good."

Lin Sen glanced at the curtain separating the cash register from the kitchen. Someone's lower body was approaching.

Then, a hand lifted the curtain——

"Ah? It's really..."

"!?"

"!!!"

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When a face with all its hair wrapped in a towel appeared, but looked extremely familiar, almost instantly, the four people, including herself, had different expressions.

When they found out they had the only thing in common, they were all stunned.

"..."

The first one to react was the girl with short hair.

She released her arm around his shoulder, broke free from his hand beneath the wooden cash register, and adjusted herself to stand with her hands behind her back.

Then, like ice and snow melting, the remaining three followed suit, thawing one by one.

"Xiao Lin..."

Qingshan Xiazhi's expression was confused and guilty.

"Didn't you say you don't want to work anymore?"

Lin Sen forced himself to keep a straight face, thanked Miss Ito for her quick response, and took the initiative to attack.

"You... know each other?"

Mrs. Fujiwara's voice was dazed.

Then, there was a little chaos with everyone talking at their own pace, getting stuck, interrupting each other, etc. It took a while to sort out the situation and let the boss lady understand the reason.

“It’s not a job, it’s not a job!”

Ms. Qingshan was able to free up some time and waved her hands to explain her behavior:

"Uncle Fujiwara is a fellow from Kansai whom my family and I knew before I came here. He met me a long time ago when my uncle went to visit a friend in Tottori. He even helped deliver a letter when I first came to Tokyo."

"That's right," Mrs. Fujiwara nodded in confirmation. "We were originally planning to close for two days. But when we called Xia Zhi the day before yesterday to talk about it, she said she had just finished her work and was free. We were embarrassed to ask for compensation, and she declined."

Friendship among fellow townsmen has always been something that farmers who wander outside value more.

It is estimated that Fujiwara Ichimine, who rushed back home, would send some seafood specialties to the Aoyama family after the matter was settled.

In a simple friendship with give and take, it is quite normal for people to help each other.

After realizing this, Lin Sen had no way of pursuing the matter further.

Conversely, this also means that his first offensive is over.

The questioner and the questioned thus exchanged ideas in one go.

"Come to think of it, you guys, just now..."

There is plenty of free time in the morning when there are fewer customers.

Qingshan Xiazhi brought over two bowls of noodles and placed them on the table where they were sitting.

Then, with no intention of leaving, he sat down next to Miss Ito who was sitting opposite him, propped up his cheeks, and his eyes kept wandering between the distant and the near.

"Qingshan actually knows how to make noodles?"

Lin Sen spoke forcefully and stiffly, but was immediately interrupted by Miss Xia Zhi with a wave of her hand.

"This is a necessary skill for a farm woman. Don't change the subject!"

The woman in the headscarf held the short-haired girl's face in her hands and rubbed it into a round shape while she whimpered.

Then, he turned around and looked over.

For a moment, his eyes flashed with an almost imperceptible awe. Then, it turned into natural curiosity.

"So, what's going on? If I didn't see it wrong just now."

"..."

"Ha! Could it be..."