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As Wang Yuelong spoke, he gripped her hand slightly tighter and took a step forward.
……
Not far away, the paparazzi group.
"What do you think?" Mary put down her phone.
"Look with your eyes." Aika Sajou rested her chin on her hand.
Although they had different motives, they did the same thing: spying.
As a senior colleague, Merry has more information than Ayaka Sajou, but she also gets tired sometimes.
In contrast, Sajou Aika, who came from behind, was ridiculously energetic. Her daily activities consisted of stalking and following others. She slept later than Mochizuki Oboro and woke up earlier than Mochizuki Oboro.
“This president has other sides to her, which were revealed before you arrived,” Meryl said. “She’s quite aggressive, but don’t worry about her directly cheating on you.”
Sajo Aika said nonchalantly, "It's okay if I sneak a bite, I'll knock on the door and bring you a condom."
“Eh…didn’t you say at the beginning that you had to get the first time yourself?” Meryl was quite surprised.
Sajō Aika replied matter-of-factly, "If the prince intends to go to base, he certainly won't be interested in just one person. I'll just take the opportunity of delivering condoms to go straight in and join in, won't I?"
"This is really interesting." Meryl never expected there to be such a way to play.
"What's your reason for following him?" Aika Sajou looked at her colleague. "Do you also have feelings for the prince?"
“No, no, no, I don’t have human emotions,” Mary said cheerfully. “I just want to see interesting stories, it’s that simple.”
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Chapter 106 The Price of Ignorance
School District Sixteen.
This is the largest commercial district in Academy City, and many students look for part-time jobs here.
Conversely, the 16th school district also boasts a wide variety of shops, offering everything from clothing and equipment to food and transportation.
Mochizuki Oboro and Mary are currently inside a large shopping mall owned by Ryougi Enterprises.
Women's lingerie store.
"How about this one? It would be perfect as a swimsuit, wouldn't it?" Mary asked, holding up a semi-transparent swimsuit made of sheer fabric.
"It should look great." Mochizuki Oboro imagined Mary wearing this swimsuit and felt a little hot in her nose.
The saleswoman enthusiastically promoted the product: "Would you like to try it on? We have a fitting room specifically for couples, so you don't have to worry about privacy."
“No need. Whether it’s underwear or swimwear, I only want to wear it at home.” Mary put her arm around Mochizuki Oboro’s arm. “Just buy it.”
"Priced at 1888 QP... I think it's worth a try." Mochizuki Oboro looked towards the dressing room: "Shall I hold the door for you?"
"Only 1888 QP? Why not just buy it?" A question mark appeared above Mary's head.
"Only?" Mochizuki Oboro felt a pang of unease. "What if it's not suitable?"
“Give it to Dion, or leave it there.” Mary counted on her fingers: “I still have about ten wardrobes that aren’t full.”
Mochizuki Oboro was powerless to stop them: "Ten or so... I hate rich people."
"Since we're already here, let's buy a lot to take home. Next time, Mr. Mochizuki can come to my house and see which clothes suit me best."
Mary held a bikini in her left hand and a nightgown in her right: "What about these two?"
This is outrageous and inhumane. It's the darkness of capitalism.
Despite Mochizuki Oboro's repeated persuasion, Mary still managed to snag twenty-three pieces of underwear, five nightgowns, and eight swimsuits.
As Mary left the store, she expressed her regret that she hadn't bought enough and that this was the least she had ever bought while shopping.
The lingerie shop will deliver directly to Mary's house, so there's no need for Mochizuki Oboro to carry it herself.
"Alright, let's go pick out some clothes for you now." Mary dragged Mochizuki Oboro into the men's clothing store without further ado: "Which ones do you like?"
"Mary, what do you want to do?"
“I’ll buy all the ones I like!” Mary smiled brightly. “Although we can only wear uniforms at school, we can wear one set in the morning and another in the afternoon on weekends.”
Mochizuki couldn't help but ask, "I live in a dormitory. I don't have that much space to put my clothes."
"How about leaving it at my place? You can come and change clothes every day off." Mary said enthusiastically, "He has such a good figure, but Mochizuki-kun doesn't pay any attention to tidying up at all. It's such a waste."
A money offensive? So direct?
……
The basement level of the shopping mall.
Dormitory 234 is having a team-building activity. The four of them are sitting around a table piled high with food.
Castor took a swig of his drink and let out a satisfied sigh.
Epsilon's handbag was full of Yu-Gi-Oh! card packs. She wasn't really interested in the game, just like her sister Typhon, but she got hooked because Mochizuki Oboro liked to play it.
I heard that the "Blue-Eyes White Dragon" series has recently received some buffs. Although I don't quite understand them, Ipsylon still bought some of the latest card packs to give to Mochizuki Oboro.
Kiyohime had little desire to shop; her shopping bag contained only a rather cute water bottle.
Draco, now in his young girl form, is holding snacks just like Castor. There are grilled gluten, cold noodles, kebabs, and other food items on the table in front of him, as if he wants to challenge Castor's status as a glutton.
"I'm still struggling with one problem."
Ipsilon spoke seriously and earnestly: "There's a problem that I can't win over my senior without overcoming it."
"What is it?" Caster asked vaguely. Her mouth was full of food.
“Let me guess…” Draco put down his skewers: “Aren’t you sure if he likes you?”
Ipsilon said decisively, "Your senior will definitely like it."
"Why?" Kiyohime asked curiously.
“Because he confessed his love to me in a dream.” Ipsilon puffed out his chest.
"..." x3
Seeing his roommates' subtle expressions, Ipsilon added, "The senior's ability is related to dreams; he is awake in his dreams."
Draco said, "Oh, I see. Then why don't you just go for it? He's already confessed."
“The me in my dreams is different from the me in reality,” Epsilon said, distressed. “And the world there is very different from reality.”
"I have an idea to test it." Kiyohime closed her fan with a crisp snap.
The troubles of love stem from the unknown.
I don't know if the other person likes me, or if they will reciprocate my feelings.
When one's actions do not receive immediate feedback, one begins to overthink and experience mental exhaustion.
In the worst-case scenario, one might overinterpret the other person's words and actions, taking them to extremes, and then firmly believe it.
In that case, all we need to do is break through the fog.
"Follow! Track!" Kiyohime unfolded her fan, covering half of her pretty face, and stretched out her right hand with a childish air: "As long as I have everything he has in my hands, there's nothing to be afraid of!"
"..." x2
Draco and Castor exchanged a glance, both seeing silence in each other's eyes.
"So that's how it can be done!" Ipsilon felt a sudden clarity: "That's definitely a good method!"
What's so good about it? Castor found it absurd.
Draco was speechless. But out of politeness between roommates, she could only hum in response.
The basement level of the shopping mall mainly operates a snack business.
Fried chicken nuggets, cold noodles, spicy hot pot, hand-grabbed rice, pizza... you can find specialty foods from all over the world.
It offers both main meals and drinks, and apart from being a bit pricey, it's a pretty good place to relax.
"What is this?" Mary asked with childlike innocence. "It feels rather strange."
“Century egg. I wouldn’t recommend you try it.” Mochizuki Oboro pinched her chin. “Even in its place of origin, not everyone likes it.”
“Then I’m even more determined to give it a try!” Mary declared with unwavering determination. “You’ll be my backup!”
"I'll go buy you some lemon juice to rinse your mouth first." The precocious Mochizuki Oboro retreated first.
Three minutes later, Mary looked at the culinary abomination cut into several pieces in front of her with a solemn expression.
For beginners, trying the original flavor of preserved eggs directly is too discouraging. In order to balance the flavor and lower the barrier to entry, Mochizuki thoughtfully asked the store to prepare them as a cold dish.
"Feed me." Mary sat not far from the trash can, clutching a tissue in her hand, ready to get away from the battlefield as quickly as possible.
"Open your mouth."
"what--"
Chewing. Stopping. Doubt.
"How about it?"
"Sorry……"
Mary finally gave in, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and accepted the lemonade offered by Mochizuki Oboro.
……
Ipsilon felt very unhappy.
Seeing her senior and the chairman traveling together wasn't a big deal for her and her sister Typhon; they were both accepting of it.
The most unbearable thing was that the guy actually vomited up the food that his senior had personally fed him.
Are you still not satisfied with this kind of service?!
So Ipsilon stepped forward.
"good afternoon."
“Ah—” Ipsilon opened his lips, demonstrating his thoughts through his actions.
"Would you like to try it? The taste might not suit you."
Why are people still throwing their lives away?
Wang Yuelong sighed softly and performed the ritual to help the living find peace.
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Chapter 107 This place is full
died.
Ypsilon.
No matter how strong the affection, dislike is dislike. Ipsilon tried to swallow her feelings to win favor, but this trick naturally couldn't escape Mochizuki Oboro's eyes.
After being ordered to vomit it out, Epsilon sat obediently next to Mary, looking indifferent to life and death.
The president can actually chew for so long... amazing.
Is this really not a demon's egg?
"What a coincidence. Out with friends?" Mochizuki asked casually as she finished off the food in the box.
“Yes. My roommate is over there, and I happened to see my brother when I was looking for the restroom…” Epsilon was deeply horrified: “Is this thing really edible?”
"I don't hate it, but I don't like it either. I just feel that I can't waste food." Mochizuki Oboro finished eating in a few bites, threw the box into the trash can, picked up the drink on the table to rinse her mouth, and then put a piece of chewing gum in her mouth.
Mary looked Ipsilon up and down: "You're Typhon's sister?"
"Yes. Nice to meet you. I look forward to working with you in the future," Ipsilon replied with a smile.
Mochizuki Oboro ruthlessly shattered the girl's reverie: "Aren't you going to the restroom?"
"I kind of hate my brother." Ipsilon pouted.
Mary stood up and invited, "How about we go together?"
"Brother, go wait over there for a bit. Castor is here too." Ipsilon waved his hand.