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Well, in fact, this is only secondary, the real reason is that she is a little weak.

Lowering her eyebrows, Sayuri bit her lip.

Is this the original time and space or a parallel world?Did he disappear or continue to exist?As long as he thought of these Sayuri, an inexplicable panic would flash in his heart.

The process of witnessing the truth is always full of cruelty. In fact, she is just afraid and wants someone to go back with her.

If everything is gone, at the moment of confirmation, she hopes that someone can provide her with a warm arm.

Now it seems that Meiji might be a good choice.

"Sayuri, Sayuri?"

"Ah, what's wrong?"

"Ask me what's wrong, what were you thinking just now? It looks like you're about to cry."

"Is that so? I just thought of something irrelevant. By the way, Meiji, I will pay you back the rent I owe you as soon as possible."

Saying "celestial dynasty" is emotional, not wanting Meiji to notice the fragility in her heart, Sayuri hastily changed the subject.

It's not a distraction, she was going to say this to Meiji.

"No need, you are so stubborn that you don't want me to help you. You are living a tight life. Just treat the house as lent to you. I was a little cunning in collecting the rent."

When desperate, she held on to the matter of rent and refused to let go, but when she was desperate and the relationship between them eased, Meiji felt a little embarrassed about the rent, and it was true that she used the money that Sayuri most desperately needed to force her. Too cunning, Green Cong poked her finger at it, lowered her head, a few flakes of pink flashed across Meiji's face.

But for Sayuri, the cunning ones are the former owner and herself who now owns such a spacious apartment for only [-] yen.

This is the difference in concept, the value of an apartment to Miki is different from the value to Sayuri.

"No, this is the only thing I have to insist on, even if I sell it, I will definitely get the money..."

Sayuri regretted it the moment she said the words. It only took a few hours to become a woman. Maybe it was because her relationship with Miki was much closer than it was at the beginning. Resist showing a bit of casual appearance when facing former friends.

Good brothers know each other and speak without restraint, and sometimes some obscene words will pop out of their mouths involuntarily.

"No!"

Immediately grabbed Sayuri's dangling arm and pinched it hard, the little rabbit Meiji's eyes were about to turn red.

"No sale!"

"I know, I know, I just said it accidentally, don't worry, don't worry."

Hurriedly yelling haha ​​and sending Meiji out the door, with a wry smile, she was about to review her outspoken self, but before she could close the door, she was turned back again by Meiji.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. The short-tempered little white rabbit's chest heaved violently, and his voice was inexplicably rough.

"I warn you not to sell, even if you sell, you can only sell me one!"

"Forehead......"

Facing the solemn and inexplicable Meiji in front of her, Sayuri couldn't think of a swear word for a moment, she couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.

Come on, her little white rabbit is still a big bad wolf.

"Okay, okay, I promise you, you are satisfied, my Miss Miki."

"not yet."

Miki pouted, opened her arms and waited for Sayuri's initiative.

"You haven't hugged me yet."

Chapter 14.Happy

"Whoo~"

After saying good things and sending Meiji away, she bumped into the door, and Sayuri leaned against the door and exhaled slowly.

The faint fragrance of jasmine on the girl's body seemed to be still lingering around her, and the fragrance entered her nose and spread to her mouth as she inhaled, a jasmine-like smile blurred from the corner of Sayuri's mouth.

"What a lovely girl."

A good family background gives birth to a girl with a good character. Meiji's love is warm and sincere, she is aggressive but knows how to back down when she gets along, and she feels very comfortable getting along with her. She is the girl with the highest comprehensive score that Sayuri has ever met.

A girl with a better personality than her is not as beautiful as her, and a girl with a better personality than her has a personality...

Excluding the super good-looking female stars who appeared on TV, Sayuri has only seen a girl prettier than Meiji in real life.

Herself.

Huhu, it seems that a beautiful appearance really makes people overly confident, and she has become more and more narcissistic after only a while.

Miki had mentioned the Shangwu family before, and Sayuri took it down, turned on her mobile phone and searched for the word "Shangwu", and soon a whole page of information popped up, the first noun was "Shangwu Zhengxiong" .

You can tell at a glance that he is a big celebrity. Even Wikipedia has his special interface. The current president of Meiyou Real Estate Co., Ltd., second only to Mitsubishi Real Estate, is a real real estate tycoon. It took a few minutes to browse his biography Sayuri yelled regret directly.

Is it too late for her to send a message to Meiji saying please take care of me?

It's not that she has no backbone or principle, it's that Meiji has too much.

Desperately pressing her uncontrollable right hand and not opening Line, Sayuri continued to add to her notes, opened up a column for friends and briefly wrote down some impressions of girls.

Friend A: Shangwu Meiji, beautiful without makeup, cute, little white rabbit, rich woman, appropriate consideration for marriage.

Well, should she change "due consideration" to "strongly recommend"?

"Sayuri, Sayuri, how can you be so depraved?"

Bang bang bang bang slapped her face, Sayuri was heartbroken.

Ke Meiji is really rich ah oh oh oh~

Her face hurts and her heart hurts, she learned from the pain, and the face-to-face meeting with Meiji seriously exposed her ignorance of the original owner and her ignorance of the original owner's relationship. Sayuri decided to follow the information on the sofa today, and she must fully grasp what she should master. information.

Nodding his head, he drilled into Sayuri on the sofa, and it took him a whole day to drill like this.

From the first rising of the warm sun to the setting of the sun in the west, after writing ten pages densely in the notebook and memorizing each item one by one, Sayuri finally stood up and stretched her waist towards the dark red sky.

Looking down at the time on her phone, she looked up with a bright smile.

I know what I should know, I have digested what I should digest, the initial crisis has been passed, and from now on it is life, the life that belongs to Sayuri Fukada.

She is going to do the grocery shopping.

At noon, she ate the last bucket of cup noodles in the room with pickled peppers and chicken feet. The nausea that spontaneously emerged in her body made her swear that she would never abuse her body like this again.

All kinds of kitchen utensils are readily available. It's a pity that the well-equipped kitchen is so dusty. From now on, she will try her best to cook at home, eat healthy, and strive to raise herself to be white and fat. Let me test whether Meiji likes it Her unsullied beauty is still her pure heart.

Hehe, joking.

After finally becoming so beautiful, Sayuri herself didn't want to become a fat girl.

This also made her wonder, if she hadn't become a great beauty but an ordinary girl in Tokyo, like a speck of dust, would she still cherish this new life like this?

The answer should still be yes, but in the new body, she can calm down and look back on her past life. Sayuri accidentally discovered her own advantages that she hadn't noticed in the past.

No matter what changes happen in her life, she has never been willing to sink, and is always so positive.

It seems that nothing can knock her down, as if "Never give up" is her life motto that she believes in.

She is such an incredible person.

Hehe, she started to be narcissistic again.

This is not good, this is not good~.

Shaking her head with a self-deprecating smile, she picked out a beautiful long dress that was easy to wear from the closet, took off a black and white plaid beret from the hook in the entrance, and Sayuri stepped on comfortable flat shoes.

There are long clothes and trousers in the closet, but Sayuri doesn't think they look good so she doesn't wear them.

After becoming a woman, she will definitely have to wear skirts for a long time, so why bother?No matter how she likes it, she has completely accepted her own Sayuri!

The location of the apartment is good, there is a big supermarket not far from the downstairs, everything feels so fresh when entering the neon supermarket, pushing the trolley, walking through the dazzling array of products in the supermarket, Sayuri secretly writes down what she is interested in snack.

This, that, and that!When she has money, she will definitely buy and eat everything.

Walking around, I spent nearly an hour shopping in the supermarket, and it was completely dark when I went out.

The dark neon night is no different from my hometown, the sky is a starless and endless curtain, the colorful and warm neon lights are in front of my eyes, the streets are full of traffic, and the lives of countless people are flowing in the ups and downs of cars, converging to the end. The unknown tomorrow that will arrive.

Will that be a happy or unlucky tomorrow?The left hand holds a box of daily milk that has never been touched, and the right hand holds the plain rice, oil and salt, which Sayuri does not know.

She was just walking on the road, letting the evening wind caress her soft hair, making it a scenery in the eyes of others.

"Oh~ oh~ oh oh oh oh~"

The faster the pace, the girl began to hum a song under the amazed and astonished gazes of passers-by.

"? Destiny is a toss-up.

Even the twists and turns of fate are bizarre.

Fate even threatens you.

It's no fun to be a human being, don't cry and feel sad, let alone give up.

I would like to be with you for the rest of my life?"

The louder the voice, the faster the steps, until finally Sayuri just ran.

Running wildly and singing "Red Sun" on the night streets of Tokyo, what kind of way is this?Human confusion?

Sayuri doesn't know, she just knows.

She was happy.

Chapter 15. Mail

As described in the information I saw on the Internet, the price of Neon’s food is really amazing, especially the prices of vegetables and meat are reversed. When you see a cabbage for 38 yen, which is about RMB [-] When it was a cabbage, Sayuri's eyes were almost bald.

It was the first time she felt that eating some vegetables was such a luxury, and once again felt what it means to live in a difficult situation.

In Tokyo, the largest and most prosperous city with neon lights, money is the least valuable thing. The [-] yen in her hand is not worth mentioning. Worse than a tramp.

But lack of money is not a reason to waste your body. A box of milk and a big bag of meat, eggs and vegetables, even though the total property has shrunk by nearly a quarter in the business-like smile of the girl at the cash register, Sayuri still gritted her teeth and brought them up. back home.

If you work hard, you can get a daily salary for working in many places in Nihong. Based on the original owner's past work notes, Sayuri estimated that the daily income is enough to support her life without worrying about housing.

It's just that the surplus at the end of the month will not be much, it is difficult to maintain savings, and it is even far away to pay off debts.

So why didn't she join Miki's family?

After returning home to clean up, she once again showed embarrassment at the receipt she took out from the bag, Sayuri thought that Meiji was really a bad boy.

When she was in front of her, she felt so cute, and now she had to steal her favorability.

Faced with such a well-equipped kitchen at home, the original owner may have thought about cooking by himself, but the final result must have ended in failure. He took out a neatly folded cute pink apron with a Holle Kitty pattern from the bottom of the closet. From a brand new look, it should have been used once or twice before being shelved.

But in the future, oil, soup, and blood will often splash on your body, making you dirty and no longer so beautiful. Of course, you will be cleaned regularly.

With crooked eyebrows, Sayuri communicated with her thoughts to the big gran white cat with a red bow on her apron.

Someone bought a five-jin bag of flour, put on an apron, took out an iron basin from the cupboard, and put Sayuri in the water to knead the flour.

Although it is the first time to cook to reward herself who can still move forward in this environment after coming to Neon, Sayuri didn’t want to engage in any sense of ritual. The truth is plain and plain, just make a plain tomato egg noodle.

Born in an ordinary working-income family, her parents have been busy since she was a child. She is often responsible for taking care of the younger sister. After several years, she has also practiced good craftsmanship. This tomato egg noodle is a must.

Soon, with a pass of kneading, rolling out the noodles, and aggressive rhythmic sound, the thin noodles were cut out, and the preparation work was completed.

Under the soup pot, the oil pot was beating eggs, and the shovel was turning over the tender eggs, and the sound of dripping came to Sayuri's ears.

Here comes the mail.

Hastily put the chopped tomatoes on the plate into the pan and stir-fried twice, wiped her hands on the apron, and Sayuri clicked on the screen.

Glancing at the sender, Hataya Aya.

She has an impression of this person's name, and it appears in the mobile phone communication list, but because there are no communication records or chat records, it is not clear what kind of relationship she has with the original owner, and why she has contacts.

Now that she knew it, she curled her lips and smiled, and Sayuri checked the information in it.

"Miss Sayuri Fukada, thank you for writing late at night. Congratulations on passing the interview and becoming a member of our store's Top Day. Please arrive at the store before [-]:[-] pm next Friday, and I will explain to you the work-related precautions."

Top day?interview?Did the original owner attend a job interview before this?

Not in a hurry to reply, Sayuri first went to Google to search for information about the Top day store.

The first message came from Google Maps, and the address was not too far from her residence, in Shinjuku's Kabukicho Street.

Kabukicho...

Seeing such words, Sayuri's complexion gradually darkened as she pursed her soft pink lips.

The neon color industry is world-renowned. Even if she has never been here before and doesn’t pay much attention to the neon news, she knows what kind of place Kabukicho is. In layman’s terms, it is a red-light district, where body transactions are carried out in secret. Erosion place.