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However, it is normal for such feelings to happen to a young girl. As a mature adult, Qingze is very clear about where the boundaries are.
He politely declined, saying, "I'm sorry, I already have an appointment and I'm about to go."
Upon hearing this answer, Fuyuyama Emi was slightly taken aback, then recalled some rumors circulating among her classmates about Aozawa and Tsukishima Chizuru.
A polite and standard smile quickly returned to her face.
This is a skill that her agent repeatedly told her she must master as a public female voice actress.
No matter how turbulent your inner world may be, you must learn to hide your true emotions when facing the outside world to avoid triggering unnecessary online controversy.
"Oh, so that's it."
She clapped her hands lightly, using a soft and slightly playful voice to mask her inner disappointment, "I think I've heard of it, it's with the principal, right?"
Teacher, you are so lucky!
"Haha."
Qingze smiled, neither denying nor admitting it.
But in Fuyuyama Emi's view, this ambiguous attitude was almost tantamount to acquiescence.
The thought of the charming and alluring Principal Tsukishima immediately forced the budding feelings in her heart back to their deepest recesses.
Compared to her peers, she might have a bit more courage, but to compete on the same stage with a "stunner" of that caliber...
Can she win?
There's absolutely no chance of winning!
She maintained a perfect professional smile, but her heart was heavy as she turned and left.
Qingze didn't linger there. He found a nearby restaurant, had a quick lunch, and then continued his afternoon "sweep" plan.
Search for possible tags in the major shopping malls around Shinjuku Station.
……
At 2 p.m., Qingze walked into a jewelry store with a cup of milk tea he had just bought.
His method of searching for tags depends entirely on the distance between stores, "opening blind boxes" one after another.
I'm looking forward to a surprise in the next second.
Qingze's gaze swept over the dazzling array of small commodities, and his steps suddenly stopped in front of a shelf on the right.
There, a label flashing orange light stood out.
【Floramée's Necklace】
The item with the tag is a silver necklace. The chain itself is clearly not made of real silver. The pendant is a simple cross. It costs 700 yen.
He stepped forward and reached out to pick up the necklace.
This was the first time he had ever seen an orange label.
It seems that after diving to 700 meters, a new extraordinary item tag was unlocked.
Judging from the name, this should be a magical item.
Without much hesitation, he took the necklace, went to the front desk to pay, and put it on around his neck.
There is no special feeling.
Qingze left the shop, walked along the street for a while, then turned and went into a quiet alley.
Deep in the alley, there is a shop with a back door next to it, and a trash can next to it. A sign on the wall reads "For shop use only. Outsiders are not allowed to litter."
But looking at the scattered trash around the bins, it's clear that this regulation is just a formality.
Qingze walked down the alleyway, trying to concentrate a wisp of his mental energy on the necklace around his neck.
In an instant, a cool sensation emanated from the necklace, like a gentle stream, seeping through his skin into his chest, then quickly surging upwards and rushing to his brain.
At this moment, his mind became calmer than ever before, as if he had transformed into a plant beneath a still pond, undisturbed by any ripples.
At the same time, he keenly noticed that his perception range had suddenly expanded from the original 8.2 meters to a range of 10 meters.
"The purpose of this necklace is to enhance the wearer's mental strength..."
He immediately understood the necklace's function.
With a thought, he stopped channeling his spiritual energy into the necklace.
The cool sensation quickly subsided, and the perception range that had expanded to ten meters also shrank, returning to the level of eight and a half meters.
"It seems that this enhancement effect is not permanent."
Qingze touched the cool cross pendant on his chest. Instead of disappointment, a hint of excitement appeared on his face. "But this magical equipment can be reused, so it will definitely come in very handy!"
Will even more powerful magical equipment appear in the future?
The thought of this possibility made his steps lighter, and filled with anticipation, he continued to immerse himself in the "sweep" of searching for tags.
……
"belch."
Qingze let out a satisfied burp.
During his shopping trip, he didn't forget to treat himself to various snacks.
With his current salary, it's unlikely he can afford a decent car in the short term, but when it comes to food, he has no intention of shortchanging himself.
Of course, rice, a staple food, is an exception.
Once the bag of rice at home is finished, he'll probably really have to consider the idea of "why not eat meat porridge?"
This foolish statement, originally made by Emperor Hui of Jin, has, to some extent, become a more "pragmatic" lifestyle in contemporary Japan.
The changing times can sometimes be quite ironic and interesting.
These jumbled thoughts swirled in his mind as his gaze casually swept across the bustling street.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on a bright red tag in the crowd.
[Assassin]
Almost at the same time, the man wearing the label keenly sensed that someone was watching him.
He suddenly turned around in the crowd, his gaze piercing through the flow of people, meeting and colliding with Qingze's eyes in the air.
……
"We're the same kind!"
The thought flashed through Daisuke Ishiguro's mind in an instant.
The man staring at her must have a heart that sees human life as worthless.
He was absolutely certain of this.
Because he could often see the reflection of his own eyes in the eyes of those who were dying.
That indifference, that emotionless scrutiny, was like a cold-blooded butcher eyeing a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"What an amazing encounter..."
Daisuke Ishiguro's lips twitched slightly upwards, forming a cold smile.
He immediately changed his original route, turned around, and took the initiative to move closer to Qingze.
His hands remained in his coat pockets, his right hand gripping the murder weapon he had recently purchased.
This is a "cardiac arrest gun" that he specially acquired from special channels at great expense to deal with foxes.
With just a pull of the trigger, the deadly poison needle will be fired silently, and the victim will die rapidly in a very short time.
When he was very close to Qingze, he suddenly turned around, keeping the two of them side by side, and said in a low voice, "Hello, my code name in the underworld is Black Wolf."
I wanted to ask you, do you know the whereabouts of the fox?
His vigilance stemmed from a professional habit of an assassin, not from a genuine desire to kill.
His real purpose was to seek cooperation.
In his view, these "kindred spirits" with blood on their hands must possess some unknown information channels and might be able to provide clues about the "fox".
"Someone offered 30 million as a reward for his head."
Daisuke Ishiguro offered a bait: "If you provide me with information, we can split the bounty in half after it's done."
These days, he has tried every possible means to find the "fox," but to no avail.
The "fox" seemed to have vanished into thin air.
This forced him to pin his hopes on any possible way to obtain clues, even if it meant asking a stranger of his kind.
After all, given "Fox's" current reputation in the underworld and the level of "attention" he receives from the police, if they can successfully eliminate him, Black Wolf's name will instantly resound throughout the entire underworld, making him a recognized top assassin.
At that time, all kinds of lucrative orders will naturally come to us in droves.
"I do not know what you're talking about."
"Haha."
Daisuke Ishiguro chuckled twice, still wearing that seemingly relaxed smile on his face. "I understand, you're annoyed by the crowd around you."
"It's okay, you can tell me anything using lip reading, I understand that."
He appeared casual, but in reality, all his muscles were in a highly tense, combat-ready state.
The volume was also controlled perfectly to ensure that only they could hear it clearly.
Seeing his persistence, Qingze silently moved his lips and said, "Since you're so eager to know the fox's whereabouts, I'll tell you."
Daisuke Ishiguro's breath hitched suddenly, and his heart pounded excitedly.
Unexpectedly, I actually stumbled upon this by sheer luck!
He stared intently at Qingze's lips, trying to decipher the silent message.
The next lip reading is:
"I am the fox."
Daisuke Ishiguro's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.