People in Tokyo, the world is clear

To hurt someone who is sincere in heart also makes her persistence and desperate struggle seem ridiculous.

So, at this moment, she showed the scab of the wound.

But Linsen felt fortunate and even grateful - because, perhaps, it was in this situation that he might have the opportunity to sort out the complicated things between the two of them.

Give each other a final answer.

Sasagawa Rio is a kind and gentle person.

Because of this, no matter what, she will definitely be able to listen to exchanges and communication.

As this became clearer in his mind, he let out a noticeable "tsk" sound:

"I don't think I'm the one with bad intentions. Does that mean that even if I sincerely shake hands and thank Yexiao and Xiayi, I'll be considered to have bad intentions?"

"Since you can't be consistent in your appearance and inner self, Mr. Hard-Talk can only settle for the next best thing and earn a reputation for being consistent."

"How can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air? It was just an accident at first. Do you think I'm excited now?"

"...After all, it is indeed a boring body, so much so that even Beastman-kun cannot arouse ambition."

Then the young man couldn't help laughing at the female editor's pouting expression:

"Three-dimensional defense, huh? If you advance, you lose control, and if you retreat, your body becomes limp. I've already said it to you."

"After all, it is true."

As she narrated this, Sasagawa Rio bent down and stroked the head of the orange cat Orange Juice who came up to her.

The little guy got familiar with people very quickly. After eating the cat food she poured for him, he quickly accepted this new friend.

At this moment, she looked like she was throwing a tantrum and acting like a spoiled child, which instantly evoked a happy mood and diluted the complicated and depressed mood.

Maybe, after these last hundred days of struggle... I can try to get a cat?

She suddenly had some melancholy thoughts.

However, just as the idea was about to emerge, everything was interrupted by the next sentence in my ear:

"Speaking of which, do you want to go out for a walk?"

"."

Her wrist was suddenly grabbed and she was pulled up. After finally stabilizing herself, Sasagawa Rio turned her head.

The man who had appeared beside her at some point still had that calm expression. However, he glanced sideways and glanced at the Swiss Army knife she was holding.

"I suddenly want to feel the sea breeze."

"Nervous-kun is always strangely agitated."

After a moment of silence, she put the prop back into her pocket. "Want to use this to transform your suppressed physiological needs?"

"I can't help it if you insist on thinking that. But besides that, I seem to remember someone saying something very interesting."

"..."

Under her gaze, he cleared his throat.

Speak softly:

"I want to find someone to go to the ocean with me in the early morning... Who mentioned that wish? It sounds like something very interesting."

"...Unclear."

"Which writer?"

"Have not heard."

Sasagawa Rio was telling the truth. She had indeed never heard any writer mention going to see the ocean together in the early morning.

But at the same time, she lied.

In the previous sentence.

because--

[I am always willing to believe that one day, someone will accompany me to watch the sea in the early morning.]

This was the wish she had written down on a piece of paper when she was young and carefully put it in an iron box.

One night, someone only took a quick peek at me.

Recalling this, her body suddenly shook.

Being pulled to the door of the house:

"Don't you think my beastly nature is unbearable? Come and help me watch over you while I cool down and get some fresh air."

Chapter 89: Despicable Villain

Lin Sen actually knows how to drive. Or rather, he drives quite well.

But a woman who has always followed the rules of the world, whether actively or passively, has a very interesting stubbornness.

Even though he was driving on a road where there were no traffic supervisors, he still sat firmly in the driver's seat and was responsible for steering the wheel.

He insisted on pushing Lin Sen to the passenger seat, like the guy who helped with everything but still made a sound of disdain:

"I can't help but hand over the car to an unreliable idiot who hasn't taken the official driving test."

"Come to think of it, when I took your car to the repair shop a few days ago, didn't I suggest that you find an opportunity to replace this old thing as soon as possible? Is it still running?"

It has to be said that industrial products from the 1970s and 1980s were really durable.

The car is at least ten years old. It had a serious leak after the last rain, but now it has been repaired and, aside from some unbalanced appearances, it is still in good shape.

Perhaps it's the difference between current and 21st-century concepts. These days, the world's goal for manufactured machinery is to last a lifetime.

People who have beautiful visions these days may not be able to imagine that in the future, in order to meet the purpose of product dumping, the lifespan of all industrial products will gradually approach the node of ten or even five years.

Thinking about this, I feel that I have diverged a bit too far——

Lin Sen put aside his reverie and listened attentively to the new remarks made by the driver beside him:

“There’s no need to throw away or replace something that’s still very useful.”

"I remember that when I first met you, you told your bodyguards to pack the clothes they threw out by the box."

"It used to be before."

The woman's voice didn't change. "Besides, those things don't actually belong to me."

It sounded a bit confusing at first, but Lin Sen understood what she meant.

She was once in a cage, and now she seems to be living a life of luxury, spending money recklessly without regard for cost, and having enough food and clothing and a wealth of wealth.

But in essence, all that Rio Sasagawa "owned" at that time was just the owner of the cage, a beautiful decoration used to decorate the merchandise.

It may seem like a huge expense, but if you want to take it away, it only takes a word.

The caged bird had figured all this out. It wasn't hers to begin with, so there was no point in cherishing it. So, she simply lavished her money, using it as a solace.

But now it was different. Everything she had now belonged completely to her.

Only when faced with something that is actually in one's hands will people follow their hearts and make the decision to cherish or waste it.

Therefore, the conclusion that Lin Sen drew from this was both quite abnormal and quite correct—

"Ms. Li Ya is really a frugal person."

After all, only someone with this personality would one day, upon calculating that their daily expenses would only last a few hundred years, become so anxious as to confide in themselves.

Ms. Li Ya is too frugal.

It’s a pity that the main person’s focus on the evaluative speech he heard was completely in another direction.

"Please don't address me in such a disgusting way. The last two characters of my name have been polluted by the filthy tongue of Mr. Dog Mouth."

"Wow."

I always feel that someone is like a hedgehog whose stress response has been activated for some reason.

For example, after using Swords Dance, the offensive power of Poison Tongue moves is increased.

Thinking of this, without any hesitation, Lin Sen decided to touch this confusion:

"I feel like you're being unexpectedly disdainful today."

"Really? I don't think so. On the contrary, the Evil-minded One now gives people a sick feeling. The evil of his desires can be compared to Sima Zhao who was beside Cao Mao."

"Have it?"

"I remember someone showing no interest in this lowly body before. As expected, the old idiom 'hungry enough to eat anything' is a very apt description."

She seemed to still be reeling from the recent physical assault, yet for some reason, she seemed to take it as a sign of humiliation.

Speech expressing gnashing of teeth:

"Arrogant at first, but respectful later..."

"Don't think about it and don't laugh."

Lin Sen sighed.

At this point, I probably have figured it out.

She was still brooding over what had just happened. Not only the initial intimate gesture when he mistook her for Miss Ito, but also the subsequent attempt to grasp her wrist.

It was obvious that he had some confused thoughts in his mind - for example, he thought that he was interested in her because of the thirst that had not been suppressed in his body.

Perhaps, there is a deep dissatisfaction with being treated as a disposable tool.

Although I don't know how this misunderstanding came about, at this moment, when the other party has made up his mind, it is probably difficult to explain clearly.

Continuing to dwell on this matter will only make it worse.

Who made me pretend to be so proper before?

Lin Sen never makes excuses for himself when things are his own fault.

Instead, I laughed, and became even more amused by someone's adorable awkwardness.

Facing her glare, he reached out to turn off the sound of the car radio.

It is not surprising that the music that later generations of vaporwave style missed was:

"Sure enough, it's still in CityPop."

Ms. Sasakawa further deepened Lin Sen's exclamation into a lip-smacking gesture:

"Can you turn it down a little?"

"dislike?"

"I don't understand why this kind of music is so popular that it's played everywhere. As for me, even if my ears get callused from listening to it, I still can't appreciate the fun of it."

In fact, it is normal for female editors to not understand.

After all, she had never truly enjoyed the life of this era like other ordinary people—

This golden age of rapid urbanization in this island nation coincided with the time when North American culture swept the world.

Young people from various small cities flocked to Tokyo, walked into bright and clean office buildings, earned generous salaries, lived in small and comfortable high-end apartments, wore exquisite and fashionable business suits, drove cars with stereos on, and played music tapes that told of the comfortable city life and love at will.

There is also a radio hostess who talks and comments on the urban culture of various countries and tells love stories in Tokyo.

In this cutting-edge international city paradise of colorful lights, life seems as colorful as the colorful billboards on the buildings.

At this moment, all the beautiful visions of the future are preserved, recorded in the monotonous and lazy sound that tells of romance, and put into the album cover with cars, sea, swimming pool and urban buildings as the cover.

There's no resentment, no loneliness, no sad stories, only hazy fantasies. Driving along the seaside road at night, I look up as if I'm dancing with the stars.

No one would have thought that many years later, facing the lost three decades and the howling cold wind of the times, all the dreams that the Japanese could imagine about a better urban life would still be confined to this short memory and unable to break through.

That will be the final, profound collective memory etched into our genes. Even now, in this era, in the haze of drunkenness, we can still sense a subtle beauty from the female singer's languid singing.

As the lyrics of the song playing say:

[Leaving a cool aftertaste, like ice melting in a glass...]

However, in the midst of this beautiful running, someone stepped on the brakes.

Pull the car over briefly to the side of the road.

Then, the woman who had arrived at her destination turned off the music that was emitting a sense of wandering and gave her final assessment: