man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 166 [165] I will be the first to consider you in the future!

【Thank you~(`)】

In a manga shop not far from the Odagiri Department Store, Shiina Iori and Aiba Chiho sat side by side in a row of booths facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Aiba Chiho placed an unopened manga in front of her.

On the small notebook that Shiina Iori had just bought for her, there was a line of graceful handwriting slowly.

Followed by a cute kaomoji.

Shiina Iori just came over to sit down with two drinks, and waved her hand indifferently:
"it does not matter."

Aiba Chiho tilted her head and smiled at him.

"Didu."

After Shiina sat down, she took out the charger she just bought in the supermarket from her pocket and started charging.

The charger with the double-headed inlet is placed in the center of the small table, and the mobile phones of the two are next to each other.

The screen glowed brightly.

Shiina Iori picked up the habit and inserted it on his own, and took a sip of it - he was also a little thirsty after walking all the way.

Then he turned to look at Aiba Chiho: "So, what happened today?"

Accompanied by this question, the corners of Chiho's mouth, which had been raised just now, drooped down, and her small mouth was pursed in displeasure.

He lowered his head and began to write.

Shiina Iori waited patiently.

After a while, Aiba Chiho handed over the note aggrieved.

【Stolen】

[When I entered the supermarket, the shoelaces were untied, so I put the bag on the cabinet and squatted down to tie the shoelaces]

[But when I got up, the bag on the cabinet disappeared]

[Wallet, keys and student ID are all inside]

Aiba Chiho had an aggrieved expression, she tried her best to purse her mouth, her eyes were a little red with anger.

Sure enough, the bag was stolen?

Shiina Iori sighed helplessly.

As far as Japan is concerned, safety is safety, and most of the deadly things can be fooled by suicide. If it doesn’t work, Yakuza will be pushed out to top the tank. The police and the people get along very well.

But all kinds of petty vicious incidents such as petty theft, voyeurism, and candid photography emerge in endlessly.

A bicycle is left outside the house, and only the lock is left to be thrown away in a short time.

Sometimes even the car lock is not left.

Some of the people who do these things are psychopaths, such as kleptomaniacs and voyeurs, some are desperate because their parents died because of gnawing on the old, and some are really unable to survive and pitch tents in bridge holes and parks A bunch of bankrupt bums.

Under the seemingly prosperous night lights, I don't know how many dark places are reflected.

However, these things generally happen in areas with poor public security, such as Adachi, which is an area where theft is frequent, and Shinjuku, where there are often minor conflicts between Yakuza and ignorant guests-of course, these are secretly Things will not be brought to light by the media.

On Wenjing's side, because of the gathering of rich people, I haven't heard a few of them.

Aiba Chiho has also caught up.

Shiina Iori nodded knowingly after hearing the words: "I'll lend you some money later, you can go back by tram."

Aiba Chiho's eyes lit up, and she nodded gratefully.

"Ok!"

"By the way." Shiina Iori thought of something, "Call the police first, is there any valuables in the bag? How much is it worth?"

"Well"

Aiba Chiho poked her forehead in some embarrassment to think, and then picked up a pen to write.

[I have a key, a student ID card (this needs to be reissued), [-] yen left in my wallet, lip balm and hand cream in the bag, which may not add up to [-] yen, a small mirror, and— —]

"Squeak!"

As if thinking of something, Aiba Chiho shook her little hand, and the pen drew a long arc on the notebook.

The little face couldn't help but pale.

There is also a sm little yellow manga that Ogasawara-san lent her to open her eyes.

This kind of thing shouldn't be noticed, right?

Aiba Chiho suddenly hoped that her bag would not be found.

"what happened?"

Seeing Chiho Aiba's stiff movements, Shiina Iori looked at her with some doubts, not knowing why.

Aiba Chiho looked at Iori with a pale face, and shook her head vigorously.

He quickly tore a page under his hand.

【Gone. 】

"is it?"

Shiina Iori looked at Chiho Aiba in a strange way: "Then you are quite economical, don't you usually bring any cosmetics for touch-ups?"

Aiba Chiho shook her head with a pale face, stretched out her fingers and tapped her face.

It seemed that Iori Shiina might not be able to understand this, so she wrote another sentence on the paper.

【I look good. 】

Seeing the handwriting on the paper, Shiina Iori frowned, "Unexpectedly confident, Ms. Aiba."

Aiba Chiho also seemed to feel that what she wrote was a bit too direct, and when Shiina Iori pointed it out, she couldn't help but blushed, and she scratched a few strokes on the paper randomly to cover up the words just now.

After thinking about it, I continued writing.

[Cosmetics are too expensive to afford. 】

Shiina Iori was taken aback, then looked at the girl in front of her with jet-black waist-length hair.

She was usually covered by Chiho Aiba's cool demeanor, so she hadn't paid much attention to it.

But if you look closely, the clothes on Aiba-san seem to be all cheap and popular styles.

It's just because the collocation is simple and in line with her plain temperament, so it looks very good.

"Speaking of which, Aiba-san's parents seem to be divorced, right?"

"Ah."

Aiba Chiho nodded, plugged in a straw and lowered her head to drink the fruit milk, making a soft sound from her small nose.

"Then who do you live with now?"

Aiba Chiho shook her head and pointed to herself.

Pointing, then remembered something, and continued to write.

[After my adult birthday last year, I moved out of my mother's house and earned tuition and living expenses by myself. 】

[Both of them are going to get married. 】

"yes."

With that said, Shiina Iori understood a little bit.

The tuition fees of Japanese universities are not low, especially Aiba-san is in the art category, so after the divorce of his parents, he is naturally unwilling to pay his daughter.

No need, no obligation.

It seems that the relationship between Aiba-san and his family is not very good.

Consciously asking a sensitive point, Shiina Iori took the initiative to stop the topic and didn't go any further.

Aiba Chiho didn't care too much, guessing that the chance of her bag being found was very slim, so she vaguely let go of her thoughts.

With his little head down, he happily looked at the comics opened in front of him.

Shiina Iori waited for the phone to charge, and she had nothing to do.

His usual few ways of entertainment, besides playing games with Yui, is to climb over the wall and go to the next door to read online articles and some free game resources.

So much so that when Yui saw Shiina's mobile phone occasionally, he saw a large densely packed Chinese character, and thought he was studying some magical ancient cheats.

From time to time, he glanced at him with the eyes of 'Si Guoyi'.

Shiina Iori couldn't explain it either, so she had to let her go.

At this time, because the phone was out of battery and had nothing to do, he could only glance at the manga in Aiba Chiho's hand.

"Please don't be sad, Nagatoro-san"

After a few glances, it is a sweet love story about a black-bellied and very good at acting student bully boy who uses various rebound methods to tease the young black-skinned little hot girl at the same table out of love.

From time to time, some slightly immature welfare pictures will be posted.

It's just that, because the character's style of painting looks like a primary school student, Iori always feels an inexplicable sense of guilt when he sees the welfare plot.

"what?"

While watching with relish, Aiba Chiho seemed to notice Shiina Iori's glance, and pushed the manga in Iori's direction.

Shiina Iori was taken aback, and looked down at Aiba who pushed the manga over.

Suddenly, it seemed as if he could feel the subtle affection between his deskmates.

However, this thought is only fleeting.

"Does Aiba-san like to read manga?" Shiina Iori's voice calmed down a bit.

"Mmm!"

Aiba Chiho nodded vigorously, as if thinking of something, she quickly wrote again.

With a whoosh, he handed over the small book.

[When I was sick, I could only understand the text because I couldn't understand everyone's voice]

【So, I bought a lot of comics when I was hospitalized】

[I've read all of them! 】

Speaking of this, Aiba Chiho seemed to have achieved something extraordinary, her little nose almost turned up.

Shiina Iori listened, but felt quite mixed feelings in her heart.

Children who have experienced poor performance are too optimistic, and sometimes it makes people feel distressed.

"What then?"

Aiba Chiho looked at him a little strangely.

What is later?
She thought about it, wrote it in the notebook again, and handed it over.

[After getting used to it, I can understand everyone's voice, so I went to watch anime]

[Sure enough, my eyes hurt after reading the text for a long time. 】

[Pictures that can move by themselves are the best! 】

After reading it, Shiina Iori smiled at her extra compassion.

——Things that the parties don't care about, outsiders just want to give them all kinds of superfluous names that they imagined by themselves, as if they can be distinguished from normal people in this way, so that they can squander themselves That lofty sense of moral superiority.

When you think about it, it's pretty annoying.

Also pretty stupid.

After a while, the phone was charged to 5.00% six, the screen of the phone was a little brighter, and Chiho Aiba struggled to pull out her little head from the sweet romance, and turned on the phone to send a Line to the landlord.

As a result, within a few words, Aiba Chiho's clear eyes suddenly widened.

"Eh?!"

"what happened?"

Shiina Iori heard the movement, turned her head and asked Aiba.

Aiba Chiho sat on the booth in a daze, and looked at him hesitantly.

After struggling for a few seconds, he still handed over the mobile phone connected to the charging cable.

[Aiba: Landlord-san, I lost my key, how do I get a key? 】

[Landlord: Use your ID to go to the company where you bought the door]

[Aiba: I have my ID card at home, so I can't get in]

[Landlord: Then use the key to open the door! 】

[Aiba: I don't have a key. 】

[Landlord: Then use your ID to go to the company that bought the door! 】

【.】

Shiina Iori stared.

Aiba Chiho looked at the phone unhappily.

The landlord, Sang, must have been drunk.

After a while, Aiba Chiho raised her head from her mobile phone somewhat helplessly, and looked at Shiina Iori in obvious bewilderment.

Shiina Iori also patted her head helplessly.

This is the case when you are just out of society, especially college students who are just adults and start to learn how to live on their own.

"Anyway, you go to the police station to report the case first."

"Then I'll lend you some money and find a lockpicking company to open the door."

"Well!"

When Aiba Chiho heard the words, she was even more grateful immediately, and nodded her head vigorously and quickly.

Quickly write in a small notebook under his hands.

【thanks!Shiina-kun. 】

【When I get home, I will find a chance to retaliate (cross out) and repay you】

[How about treating you to another barbecue? 】

Aiba Chiho held up the small notebook, her eyes were shining brightly.

"This is obviously what you want to eat, right?"

Shiina Iori laughed nonchalantly.

Aiba Chiho seemed to have a guilty squint.

But there is no denying it either.

If you eat barbecue with Shiina-kun, the delicacy can double the critical hit-referring to the perfection of the barbecue heat and seasoning skills.

When the battery of the mobile phone was charged to almost 20.00%, it was enough, and the two of them went out of the store together - there were still two young ones waiting for dinner at Iori's house.

If he doesn't go shopping again, the vegetables will be sold out in a while.

When passing by the door, Aiba Chiho saw a lottery machine on the counter of Manka Shop.

A poster hangs on the wall behind.

[Grand Prize: Free tour of the beach]

The little hand tugged at Iori's sleeve.

"what!"

Aiba Chiho excitedly pointed at the poster.

Shiina Iori looked at her suspiciously, and then at the poster: "Want to draw a lottery? Do you have any money?"

Aiba Chiho shook her head, fumbled in the small pockets of her skirt and jacket, and held up a shiny [-] yen coin.

With a smile on his face, he held up the coin to show off to Iori, and held up a small notebook in his hand.

[The last lucky coin! 】

After showing off, she first pressed the coin into her palm with a serious face and rubbed it vigorously, then she clenched her hands very solemnly, and stuffed it into the alley with a ding dong.

Then I heard gurgling noises from inside.

"Dong dong."

A small blind box pops up underneath, along with the remaining change coins.

Aiba Chiho carefully opened the blind box.

【Condolence Award: One Chocolate】

"Um!"

Miss Aiba was downcast.

The small face is gloomy and the head is lowered, and the long black hair that reaches the waist almost covers it.

Lucky coins are gone.

However, before she raised her head, she heard a ding dong.

Immediately after the blind box lottery machine sounded the beating of gongs and drums, Aiba Chiho suddenly raised her head, and then saw Shiina Iori pulling out a small blind box from the bottom with a calm expression.

As soon as I opened it, it really was a special prize.

Many customers in the manca shop looked in the direction of the two of them.

Aiba Chiho was so surprised that she almost cried out, her eyes widened.

【Amazing! 】

Shiina Iori didn't care much, and casually stuffed the blind box into Aiba Chiho's hand.

"Eh?"

Aiba Chiho looked at him in a daze.

Shiina smiled: "I see that you really want to go to the beach."

Aiba Chiho's eyes suddenly became a little dazed.

Lips were involuntarily dry.

Shiina took the lead out of the manga shop as if she hadn't done anything.

As soon as he went out, he suddenly touched his trouser pocket as if thinking of something.

"Oops, I might have to go home and get my wallet."

He went out to buy some vegetables, but he didn't bring much money with him.

"Um?!"

Miss Aiba, who was still pursing her lips just now, suddenly looked vigilant, and bowed deeply.

The small book was held high.

[Sorry, Shiina-kun!If you want to take me home with raw rice and cooked cooked rice, please tell me directly, I will directly refuse it! 】

[I really still have reasons why I can't find a boyfriend, please forgive me! 】

【In the future, I will definitely consider you first! 】

[I will be pregnant when I go home with you today. 】

Shiina Iori couldn't help but stare at the girl.

What's going on in this kid's mind all day long?
not far away,
A bright black car on the side of the road slowly lowered its windows.

The turbid wind from the street poured in through the car windows, bringing a bit of coolness.

The female driver in the right-hand driver's seat glanced at the back seat.

"Miss Xing?"

"The meeting is about to arrive."

"Are we going up?"

The woman in the back seat looked into the distance blankly, and didn't make a sound for a long time.

After a while, I finally spoke when I saw the couple on the side of the road gradually disappearing on the street.

For some reason, her voice was slightly hoarse.

The slender fingers gently rubbed the center of the eyebrows.

"hold on."

　Put a broken bowl~
　　In addition, tomorrow is Maki-chan's birthday, please remember to like it (*ω<)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)