Tokyo's Gentleman Story

Although the weather is still a little cold, but by March, the cold smell of winter has completely disappeared.

After the routine morning exercise, senxia and Qianjia came to the animic club. After dealing with their business affairs, they took advantage of some time in the morning and sat in the white bear Cafe leisurely.

In March, there are more people in the coffee shop, which is probably because the spring season is coming.

Today is the cheongsam theme day in the coffee shop, so all the maids in the coffee shop are wearing cheongsam today.

"I don't know why the Japanese associate cheongsam with steamed bun head..."

During the rare break time, senxia sat in her seat and was watching the cheongsam girls who were passing by commenting.

Mori has a little puzzled, that is, the Japanese always like to associate cheongsam and steamed bun head together, and do not know why.

No, if you think about it carefully, it seems that it is not the steamed bun head and the cheongsam, but the steamed bun head and the Chinese people

In fact, senxia found that the image of China seems strange all over the world.

This kind of thing can only be said to be force majeure.

There is no way.

"I think it's cute." Qianjia Xuejie holding a cup of lemon tea, and senxia together enjoy these lovely girls.

In addition to rest, senxia and Qianjia are actually taking advantage of the rest time to draw materials.

As a gentleman, what kind of material. It's necessary.

Of course, this is definitely not the kind of worthless thing like a white haired immortals with binoculars peeping at sister paper baths.

As a gentleman, even if you want to pollute, you should also have a realm of pollution.

Like now. When the girls in short cheongsam are shuttling back and forth in the coffee shop, Sen Xia can imagine that they are all wearing something similar to Mr. Jiao, and the remote control is on her

"Although the hair is very strange, but the clothes and atmosphere I give praise."

Senxia looked at each passing sister and nodded.

The cheongsam on the girls is not the same color and style, on the contrary. These cheongsam have their own flavor, including white, black, purple and so on.

Mori Xia set her eyes on the body of hualixiang not far away who was enjoying it.

She is wearing a red and white cheongsam and suspender socks. These improved cheongsam is only about the level of a mini skirt. The white thighs between the suspender socks and the bottom of the skirt are revealed. Coupled with the existence of the Garter as a friar, so it has a sense of existence. The eyes of the people around him are focused on this area. The absolute field of lethality is extremely powerful.

In Mori's opinion, the cheongsam can be strengthened. For example, changing the back into a backless style, and then opening a hole in the chest to expose the business line is absolutely the perfect choice.

However, when she turned her head, Mori's interest just mentioned collapsed in an instant.

Qianjia also followed senxia's eyes, and then saw the other side of the painting incense and that desperate chest.

"This is the prairie of East Africa. It's hopeless. " Sen Xia shook his head and sighed.

"Does Sen Xia Jun have a problem with flat chest?" Qian Jia said as she lowered her head and looked at her capacity.

"No, I'm just a little surprised. Our monitor seems to have made no progress in the past year. Is this really no problem?"

This kind of flat chest has reached the abnormal bottom, and even men may not have such a flat chest. In addition to fat, there are also muscle and other tissues in the chest. Mori found that maybe even his idiot Tong guxiao in the back row seems to have more chest than the monitor. This desperate airport really has no idea.

"Poor milk is also sprouting!" Qian Jia shook his head. "If there is no poor milk in a work, what should I do?"

"No, no, no, sister, the real world doesn't need that kind of thing at all, and if you hear this, she will be very sad." Senxia shook her head.

"In fact, it's not good to be too big. I work hard every day when I run. After running, my chest will hurt very much. Later, I changed into a sports bra to feel more comfortable." Qianjia is indifferent to this, "to be honest, I also want to experience this kind of 'relaxed' feeling."

“……” Sen Xia looked at Qianjia with disdain, "sister, you are showing off, this must be showing off!"

"I'm telling the truth." Qian Jia said, "moreover, I think Mori Xia Jun, if you care about your chest so much, you will really make yulixiang feel sad."

After finishing this sentence, Qian Jia takes a look at the distant picture Li Xiang, and then comes back and looks at Sen Xia's chest. She sighs.

"Foreword withdrawn." Qian Jia's tone was full of pity and sympathy, "the fragrant sauce in the painting is really pathetic...""Master, you seem to be thinking about something very impolite." Sen Xia uses strange tone to make complaints about it.

"Cough, absolutely not!" Qian Jia waved her hand.

Just at this time, a young man came in from outside and sat on the table beside senxia and Qianjia.

Sen Xia and Qian Jia still want to make complaints about them, but they are more convergent because of more individuals.

Senxia also noticed the man next to him. He was young in appearance and had hair about the same length as senxia. But I don't know why, this kind of hair on the young man's head seems to reflect a totally different feeling from senxia.

After the other party sits in his position, he opens his laptop, and then pulls out an Internet cable from under the table to start surfing the Internet. In the off-season, the white bear cafe, like other cafes, provides such services. Of course, it can't work when there are too many people. They are queuing up while others are surfing the Internet. This is just a matter of lifting the table.

"Sure enough, the face is different. There is no way to make up for it by hair style alone. The real world is really so cruel." Qian Jia sighed.

"No, no, no, if the real world is the same as in animation, if you change your hairstyle and change your gender and character, that's bad!" If the face is the same, the world is doomed!

Qianjia didn't talk about this issue for a long time. They both closed their eyes and sat on their seats leisurely, feeling the light sunshine outside the window.

The spring light is very comfortable on people, and the whole person seems to be melting.

Senxia, however, noticed the sound of the keyboard next door.

Senxia opened her eyes and glanced curiously at the opposite screen.

In this era, the display effect of portable computers is very poor, and senxia can barely see what is on each other's pictures.

"Ah? Our website? " Is this guy hanging around on his own forum?

After hearing this, Qian Jia also opened his eyes: "our forum?"

Speaking of this, she immediately got up and got up.

"Hello, sister, you are so rude!"

Senxia couldn't help shouting.

But it was too late, because when Qian Jia noticed that the other party was really wandering around her website, she immediately went over and said, "Hello, sir, are you browsing our animic forum?"

The young man was surprised. He turned his head and looked at Qian Jia.

Probably because there was a sister on the other side, the young man didn't get angry. Instead, he gave a smile: "yes Wait a minute. You just said "we." are you a member of animic

Qian Jia immediately nodded: "Hi, yes, this place is what I and Sen Xiajun did!"

Qian Jia said, while pulling the senxia.

"Well, it's rude to disturb you all of a sudden." Senxia apologizes for Qianjia. When she raised her head, Mori took a look at each other's screen by the way, which showed the ID of "ひろゆききひゆききひろゆききひゆききひ.

"Senxia Is it Mr. shawson? " The young man understood immediately.

"Well, hi." Senxia nodded.

Originally, the young people's attention is Qianjia, but after knowing that senxia is "Xiasen teacher", they put their eyes on senxia.

"Witch's house is a good game, miss shawson. I like it very much."

I'm still a senior housemate.

"Oh, thank you. It's great that you like my story." Senxia smiles.

"So this is teacher Xia Xue?" He looked at Qian Jia again, "you two are really matched."

"I'm sorry, Miss Xia Xue is this guy's sister. I'm not." As like as two peas, "you can see the shape of his sister," he said. "But the two of them are almost the same."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Embarrassed, the young man bowed to them, "but I'm really happy to see you here."

"Cough, if you want to see us, it's very simple, because our club is upstairs." Senxia pointed over.

The young man was surprised: "it's so. I've been here many times, but I didn't notice it!"

The young man seemed to come to the white bear Cafe a lot.

But it's also right to think about it. As soon as he came here, he sat down and turned on the computer to see that other customers looked like pigs. But this one took out his laptop and went online.

"Because we have our own box on the third floor." Qian Jia explained.

"I see." The young man nodded, and he seemed to think of something, "by the way, it's really rude. I haven't said my name yet. Please give me more advice. "……

Today's first watch!

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