People in Tokyo, the world is clear

In such a strange and harmonious situation.

The silence lasted for a while, but it did not cool down either of their bodies.

On the contrary, strange emotions were brewing quietly.

"Xiao Lin..." The girl behind him finally couldn't help but speak, "This... can't be any worse?"

"If you let go of me now, I might actually be unable to resist doing something to you... But right now, it's a bit like a deal between my will and my body. I give it a little sweetness, and if it's satisfied, it won't affect my control and decision-making... Isn't that hard to understand?"

"Indeed. But, I also seem to understand a little bit..." Miss Xiazhi gave a carefully considered answer, "Anyway, I, I just need to keep it, right?"

"That's a great help. Thank you."

"..."

"Another reason is that I want to take this opportunity to exercise my self-control. I want to prevent that kind of situation from becoming a problem that bothers me again."

"...I don't understand."

Her silly voice made people laugh.

Lin Sen raised his hand, which he had released long ago, and patted her little hand that was pressed tightly against his chest.

Speak softly:

"What I mean is, if I can control my words in front of a cute girl like you, I will be able to stop myself from doing the things you said Ito did wrong in the future. Do you understand, my Miss Aoyama?"

“…Huh!?”

Chapter 95: Waiting in the Summer

When dealing with people, certain principles are like the reference answer templates on a Chinese language test paper:

"Just make it up."

Although Miss Xia Zhi sounded surprised at Lin Sen's strange theory, her body actions reflected her inner approval.

Without saying anything more, he kept hugging her from behind without moving.

But a stern voice came out of his throat:

"As expected, Xiaolin, you've become evil and shameless. You're spreading rumors about everything."

“So there are such changes.”

"Severe punishment and correction are necessary!"

But the follow-up was obviously more thunder than rain.

The so-called punishment was merely fingers touching the chest, slightly pinching the flesh, as if trying to evoke the pain of learning a lesson.

And, obviously, it failed.

But in order to give a little face and respect, he could only pretend to shout out a few perfunctory cries of pain, as an explanation to the people behind him:

"Ah, hiss."

So the fingers that were originally punishing immediately changed their appearance and turned into soothing, gentle strokes.

Gradually, the woman behind him began to breathe more rapidly. Her heartbeat even quickened, and she began to show signs of mild hyperactivity.

The movements of the hands gradually turned into a kind of light rubbing with pressure.

Supplemented by some intermittent speeches:

"I know. Does it hurt?"

"Yes."

"You know you're wrong, right?"

"clear."

"Since this is your first offense... No, it's not even your first offense." After mumbling for a while, Ms. Qingshan immediately raised her voice again. "Anyway, if you do it again, it won't be so simple. Do you understand?"

"learn."

If you only listen to the sound of this tacit and serious question and answer session, you might only imagine two people sitting opposite each other, with one of them giving the other a warning with a ruler.

But actually——

The Punisher's hands, which he replaced later, began to quietly fiddle with the fabric on his chest, thinking that he hadn't been noticed.

"Um, Xiaolin." The older girl's voice became soft and curious. "Let me ask you something."

"how?"

"Do you usually exercise regularly? You look pretty... well, you look a bit like the kind you see on TV, the kind that specializes in exercise."

"You have a nice figure, too."

"Hmm? Who asked you to mention me?"

He clenched his fist against his chest and pounded it again, uttering a self-blame sentence:

"My question. You, as the judge, are allowed to comment on my personal appearance, but I am not allowed to do the same."

"Don't be so sarcastic! Seriously... where did you get this hedgehog from?"

However, perhaps she did know that she had been found to have a loophole, as Miss Xiazhi chuckled softly while shaking her body:

"You've found a good point. But let's get back to the point!" Her voice took on a touch of coquettishness, something she didn't even notice. "Have you paid attention to that type of strengthening exercise?"

"You mean, the strict management methods used by bodybuilders?"

"Yes Yes Yes Yes!"

Miss Qingshan quickly responded, "Exactly, I feel like you have a very angular figure. Do you have any special secrets?"

"No. Why, if there is, would you like to learn it?"

"Just curious!"

Miss Aoyama gave such a hypocritical reason.

In fact, I can understand her curiosity.

After all, the current era is the so-called "rising period" in the history of world bodybuilding. What is shown on TV is not the muscle monsters and Dr. Zombie Kings of later generations, but the devilish musclemen who still have a sense of health.

Although being big and disgusting is also the pursuit of the bodybuilding industry, in this era, the aesthetic of bodybuilding is not a niche or special aesthetic that needs to be cultivated, but rather a relatively strong public aesthetic value of the human body and pure aesthetic value.

A relatively strong piece of evidence is that in this parallel world there is also a star named Schwarzenegger who has successfully established himself in Hollywood.

While making a name for himself in the film and television industry, his physique as a former Olympic champion in bodybuilding, which perfectly matches his masculine appearance, has made him stand out among other film and television actors, so much so that his heavily accented English has become a personal feature rather than a flaw.

The island country at our feet, which prides itself on keeping pace with the times, is naturally also influenced by this aesthetic trend across the ocean.

Although Japanese handsome men are still the popular mainstream style, while chasing the "beautiful boys of the century", people are also willing to accept personalities other than femininity - if some appropriate healthy muscles can grow on a handsome and clean face, it will add points.

Ms. Qingshan clearly agreed with this statement—at this moment, her hands began to become unruly. The movement of measuring muscle hardness gradually spread from her chest to her waist and abdomen:

"I thought those obvious muscle lines I occasionally saw on TV news were something far away...but I didn't expect you to actually have them, Xiaolin!"

“It’s just daily maintenance exercise.”

"So simple?"

"Yeah, just basic exercise is enough."

"How basic?"

"Five hundred sit-ups and thirty push-ups before showering. Very low-intensity exercise."

"...very low!? Won't my muscles be sore the next day? When I was in school, every time I had to do sit-ups during the physical test, I would feel uncomfortable for several days."

The voice of surprise and doubt came, but it obviously made people roll their eyes.

"It's really not that high once you get used to it. Besides, most people can't build any muscle by doing what I do. I guess it's just that I have a special physique."

This was indeed the case. Perhaps due to the blessing of his inexhaustible mental strength, even with the same daily exercise volume as in his previous life, he was able to produce excellent results.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have evolved from the listless look he had when he first crossed over, which he even despised when he looked at himself in the mirror, to the top healthy person he is today in just four months of rebirth.

However, speaking of this——

The opposite sex around me always seem to pay special attention to my body shape.

Recently, when sleeping in the same room, Ms. Ito would often curl up the corners of her mouth and squint her eyes during friendly exchanges before the official game, kiss her belly with a smile, and say things like that her senior must not have had such a figure when they first met.

Looking at her happy expression, I vaguely felt that she seemed to be experiencing a kind of happiness of nurturing.

Once, when we were spending the night together in a cabin, a female editor also moved her hands dishonestly towards her abdominal muscles.

In addition, today's "testing hardness and lines" is also seriously discussed——

what is this?

Is it like loving the woman behind him and not being able to resist the scent of perfume on her?

It's actually a bit confusing.

But, it's not annoying at all. Or, on the contrary, it's quite enjoyable.

After all, the girls' soft fingers and appropriate strength do feel quite appropriate.

The only bad thing is probably the wrong timing.

At this moment when I am exercising my self-control, I don't want this inexplicably eager idiot behind me to continue to increase the stakes.

So he reached down with his hands accurately and grabbed her pair of lips.

"Stop moving."

"Can't suppress the evil impulse?"

"you..."

Finally unable to bear it any longer, he turned over and, with a stern face, tapped someone's forehead with his knuckles, causing her to sit up and cover her head.

"oops."

"I told you to just stay still, but you insisted on dancing on the crater, didn't you?"

“It’s called a stress test.”

"I've given you all the reasons."

"Humph."

Qingshan sticks out his tongue during the summer solstice.

His eyes naturally glanced at the person sitting on the bed, and then he widened his eyes slightly in surprise:

"I've calmed down..."

"If you had talked about something more serious, I would have recovered much faster... What's with that frustrated expression of yours? You're being dramatic."

In fact, she wanted to hug him quietly for a while longer - but she definitely couldn't say such a thought out loud.

Miss Qingshan tutted her words:

"You just praised me for my good figure. Sure enough, you were lying again."

Soon there was an unpleasant glare.

"Right, right, right. It's because of that certain self-deprecating person who always has his own unique defense mechanism of not accepting compliments. I hope to bring this stubbornness to the stadiums where TV shows and concerts are held in the future."

"It was clearly my daydream, but it felt like some idiot was sleeping deeper than me."

Miss Qingshan was amused and reached out to hit Lin Sen. "Why, the concert is this afternoon. Do you want my future self to recall your awkward boasting now and feel even more embarrassed by the small audience then?"

It's really a mess - holding a concert in a messy place like an arcade, how many audiences would actually attend and listen?

If there are more than twenty, I will take your surname!

So, the big girl who was secretly complaining about this maintained her self-deprecating cheerfulness, showing off and laughing.

Obviously, it forms a sharp and dramatic contrast with the dullness in the afternoon when the camera is completely unable to smile.

"me..."

Faced with a large empty space indoors created by moving the arcade machines, hundreds of full chairs, and latecomers standing around in the back, a certain singer's processor apparently temporarily ran out of memory.

He spoke a welcome speech with a slurred voice and even a Kansai accent:

"Um, thank you everyone... Can I ask, are you really all here to listen to my music?"