I Loaded the Love Game

　　 There are people coming and going in the center of Shibuya, but Watanabe cannot feel safe.

　　Among these people, is there Miki Kujo sent to monitor his men? Do they carry succinylcholine with them?

　　 When he received the event notification, he was blinded by the generous rewards. Once he did it, he knew that the "huge risk of life" was not a joke.

　　 How should I answer... Is it to confess or to lie?

　　 "It's rare to rest. Come out to buy clothes when the weather is good." There is nothing to hesitate. There is a dead end. Only lying can barely survive!

　　 "Oh—really?" Kujo Miki said meaningfully.

　　 Toru Watanabe was panicked, but now he can only bite the bullet and continue: "Of course. But there are so many people in Shibuya. It is indeed the most crowded crossroad in the world."

　　 "Give me and wait in place."

"Ok?"

　　 "Just a few digits in your card, the clothes you buy will only embarrass me."

　　 "How many digits? I have..." He opened the system panel and looked at it.

　　 Two hundred and one hundred and five thousand six hundred and fifty-two, which is a lot!

　　 "How many hundreds of millions?" Kujo Miki asked casually.

　　 "A few...Well, being poor is a little poorer, but the most important thing about a person is inner."

　　 At this time, Tamamo, who was waiting impatiently, was so beautiful, turned around and entered the building of "Kekai Jialai" without saying a word.

　　 Seeing her back, "I will never give you a second chance", Watanabe sighed inwardly.

　　 But she still decided to struggle a bit!

　　 If you get rid of Miki Kujo now, there is a possibility of catching up!

　　 He said to Miki Kujo on the phone: "I chase you because I like you. I don't want to spend your money, and if you buy me clothes, others will think that my poor boy from the country eats soft rice and is a little white face."

　　 "You told me that you want to live a leisurely life, isn't it just eating soft rice?"

　　 "That's how it is said, but..."

　　 "Why do I think you seem to be arrogant today?" Kujo Miki's tone suddenly became cold, "Dare to talk back?"

　　 If you go on, you might really die.

　　 "Wait for me." After saying this in a commanding tone, Kujo Miki hung up.

　　 About twenty minutes later, Kujo Miki got out of an ordinary-looking car.

　　 She wore a baseball cap today, and she also tended to be young and energetic, looking like a perfect high school girlfriend.

　　 "It's so beautiful today." Watanabe praised it.

　　 "Meaning that I am usually not pretty?"

　　 "No, how come? I mean your style is not the same as your usual beauty. Of course Miki is always beautiful."

　　 Kujo Miki was noncommittal, she moved her face closer to Watanabe Toru.

　　 Toru Watanabe subconsciously wanted to hide, but was squinted with her warning eyes, and had to stay still.

　　 Kujo Miki first sniffed at the collar of his shirt, then on the chest, and finally did not let go of the sleeves.

　　 was so closely "checked", Watanabe was very happy.

　　 Of course not because Kujo Miki "cares" about him, but the other party's behavior. Doesn't it mean that she didn't send someone to follow him?

　　 just by coincidence!

　　 Watanabe Toru also deliberately put his nose on Miki Kujo's neck: "It smells so good, Miki."

　　 "Tamazao from Class I is so beautiful, isn't it? What did you chat with her?"

　　 Watanabe Toru, who was still talking about it just now, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and immediately made a "plop" and "plop" sound that both of them can hear!

　　 Kujo Miki still maintained the posture of sniffing Watanabe Toru's sleeves, but looking at Watanabe Toru with a smile on her face.

　　 The "Cha Gang" just now was a scene!

　　 She just wanted to watch Watanabe Toru breathe a sigh of relief for a while, and look nervous for a while.

　　 "Hahaha," Miki Kujo laughed happily, her face was very close to Watanabe, and the brim of the baseball cap covered his face, "I like how you look scared the most, it's so cute~"

　　 "However," it took only half a second for her expression to change from smiling to murderous, "If there is another time, I will tie the two of you naked and hang it on the Tokyo Tower."

　　 Toru Watanabe can't guess what this woman thinks at all. He feels that she can almost enter the mental sanatorium of Kiyano Rin's home, but he has no doubt about the other party's ability to do what he says.

　　 "I'm just discussing tutoring with Tamamo-san, Mr. Koizumi asked me, and Rin Kiyono also participated."

　　 "Hmm—really?"

　　 "You can ask them both. But I don't think you need to do it, because I like what you like so much, I just want to take you home and introduce you to your parents."

　　 "I hope you think what you said in your heart." Kujo Miki grabbed Watanabe's sleeve and changed her hand to arm it. "Let's go, this lady will buy you clothes."

　　 Toru Watanabe finally breathed a sigh of relief, and was led into the Shibuya boutique menswear store by Miki Kujo semi-forcibly.

　　 Entering the shop, Kujo Miki let go of Watanabe Toru and turned around in the shop on her own.

　　 She walked along the rows of clothes, pulled out a brown suit from it, and handed it to Toru Watanabe: "Try it."

　　 Toru Watanabe looked at the suit and said resistingly, "I feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable in a suit."

　　 "I just look comfortable."

　　 Miss Kujo gave the order. Toru Watanabe took the clothes and walked into the fitting room. After spending a long time, he finally put on the first suit of his life-Western school uniforms are not counted.

　　 When he felt uncomfortable walking out, the saleswoman who had been quietly guarding the side widened her eyes and couldn't help stepping forward.

　　 While helping Toru Watanabe to tidy up the cuffs, she praised: "Very few people dare to try a brown suit. How come you wear it so well! It's perfect!"

　　 After finishing the cuffs, she swallowed without a trace, and reached out to Watanabe Toru's collarbone.

　　 The female salesperson stared at Watanabe Toru's profile, and she was even more fanatical than the star's sister fan, aunt fan, and mother fan.

　　 Kujo Miki looked ugly and waved open the female salesperson's hand.

　　 "It's ugly, take it off."

　　 "I think your boyfriend looks good on clothes, and the length doesn't need to be modified, it's almost tailor-made!"

　　 "I said, take it off."

　　 Kujo Miki's aura was full, and the salesperson could only keep an awkward smile and couldn't say a word.

　　 Watanabe eagerly took it off, and was walking towards the fitting room when Kujo Miki stopped him again.

　　 "Try this set."

　　 "Try again?" Watanabe Toru looked at the black suit in her hand.

　　 When he changed into a black suit and came out with his hard-to-button cuffs, the saleswoman seemed to see the bohemian young master.

　　 Her hands are subconsciously closed to her chest. Only in this way can she restrain her desire not to move forward.

　　 Kujo Miki glanced at the nymphomaniac saleswoman and sneered: "No, change it again."

　　 As a normal man, Toru Watanabe hates changing clothes the most.

　　 "I tried two of them. I don't think I'm suitable for wearing a suit at all. Should I buy short sleeves?"

　　 Kujo Miki completely ignored Watanabe Toru's will, and chose a suit worn by a man in his 30s and 40s.

　　 When Toru Watanabe took over the suit, he let out a sigh of relief, hoping that the other party would know his inner impatience.

　　 When he came out for the third time, Kujo Miki clearly smashed her tongue and said impatiently, "Change again."

　　 "Also?" Watanabe looked at the saleswoman, "How am I?"

"I have been selling for three years here, and I have never seen a suit more suitable for wearing a suit than you! Even this mature style can be completely mastered!" The female salesman has said this sentence countless times, only this time it is sincere. .

　　 Toru Watanabe looked at Miki Kujo and tilted his head, meaning: Look, everyone said it’s OK, it’s almost done.

　　 Will respect Watanabe's opinion, it is not Miss Kujo, she chose a gray suit.

　　 Watanabe Toru and Miki Kujo looked at each other for three seconds before taking the suit from her and walking into the fitting room.

　　 "Your boyfriend is so handsome!" said the female salesperson.

　　 Miki Kujo hugged her arms, tapping her fingers impatiently on her arms, and decided to send someone to contact the clothing company and ask them to fire the female salesperson who talked so much.

　　 will also ban her from engaging in the clothing industry in the future.

　　 "He spoils you so much. Generally, boys hate changing clothes. In their opinion, this is a very troublesome thing."

　　 "Really?" Kujo Miki said indifferently.

　　 "And he has only you in his eyes. When I asked for my opinion just now, he kept looking at your face, which is really enviable!"

　　 Kujo Miki sneered non-committal.

Watanabe Toru walked out of the fitting room for the fourth time. At this time, he had adjusted his mentality, broke the jar, and actively said: "How? As long as you see something unpleasant, I will change it again. I must let him today. You are satisfied."

　　 "Hmm—" Miki Kujo was very meaningful, "Let me take a look around."

　　 Watanabe made a full circle.

　　 "The back is too ugly."

　　 Watanabe completely took off his jacket, ready to change it again.

"Forget it, you are at this level." Miki Kujo took out a card and handed it to the female salesperson. "The one he tried on just now, and the suit he is wearing now, and all the suits of this size in the store The shirts are all wrapped up, and the tie comes in a variety of colors."

　　The female saleswoman's eyes are gone, Watanabe Toru who was eager to eat just now is gone, her eyes are staring at the card.

　　 She took it with her hands in her hands, suppressing her excitement: "Okay, please wait a moment!"

　　 "Please wait a minute!" Watanabe Toru hurriedly called to the female salesman, and said to Miki Kujo, "What are you doing?"

"buying clothes."

"buying clothes?"

　　 Is this a bag shop? Do rich people play like this?

　　 Watanabe Toru said: "One suit is enough, so why do you buy so many?"

"Watanabe Toru, you give up your countryman's thoughts for this lady as soon as possible." Miki Kujo ordered, "In the future, let me see you wearing the same dress twice~www.ltnovel.com~ so I will undress and dance. ."

　　 Toru Watanabe forcibly ignored the strange look of the salesperson.

　　 "What about the school uniform?"

　　 "I will let someone make it for you."

　　Kamikawa High School’s school uniforms are specially ordered high-end uniforms, which are generally worn for three years. When Watanabe Toru ordered school uniforms, although he would buy them at home, he felt distressed for a long time.

　　 If this is three years, more than a thousand days, and a new set every day, how much will it cost?

　　 Although there is a grudge, Watanabe Toru does not want to get Miki Kujo to be cheap, even if this little money is not worth mentioning to her, not even a drop of sea water in Tokyo Bay.

　　 "Buy, buy, buy a suit! But forget about school uniforms? If you keep wearing new school uniforms at school, others will see it. Although I want to be a idler, I feel embarrassed to be talked about by others."

　　 Kujo Miki was amused at Watanabe Toru's act of standing up and down, but agreed: "Forget about school uniforms, but regular uniforms must be worn every day."

　　This is the end of the matter, Watanabe Toru can only agree.

　　 After buying a suit, it’s not finished, Kujo Miki leads Watanabe to buy short sleeves, shirts, pants, shoes, socks, etc.

　　 finally bought a black Rolex watch.

　　 That dial full of mechanical beauty, as a man, Toru Watanabe almost accepted it heartily, but that number was several times more than his total net worth, which made him sober.

　　 Despite the result, this watch was forced to wear it.

　　 Going out empty-handed, Watanabe Toru, who was ready to spend all his money, went home when Miki Kujo asked two cars to take him back.

　　’This is the sugar-coated cannonball of capitalism, Watanabe, you must keep in mind the original intention and mission of the revolution! In the small rental house filled with shopping bags from various boutiques, Watanabe squeezed his fists.