Chapter 302

Hearing Fujiwara Chika’s tone, Kitakami Yoru looked over curiously.

"If you want it and can't afford it, I can buy it and give it to you."

Holding her small hand, Fujiwara Chika leaned into Kitakami Yoru’s ear and whispered.

There were customers in the store.

She was embarrassed to say it directly.

"That’s not necessary; is Chika still a little rich girl?"

Kitakami Yoru asked casually and refused to be a kept man.

Of course, he was very happy to eat abalone or something.

"No."

Fujiwara Chika answered with a smile; the camellia perfume she specifically sprayed when she went out drifted into Kitakami Yoru’s nasal cavity.

"Perfume scent; did you specifically spray perfume when you went out, Chika?"

Kitakami Yoru directly threw away his desire to shop and looked at the pink-haired girl beside him.

Her hair seemed to have been done too...

"Does it smell good?"

Smiling and revealing a mouthful of white teeth, Fujiwara Chika took a step back and turned around elegantly.

She wanted Kitakami Yoru to take a good look at her.

"It smells good; Chika is kawaii."

Kitakami Yoru nodded and smiled dotingly.

The two of them were out on a date to go shopping; shopping was just incidental, and maybe they wouldn't buy anything at all.

"Heh-hum..."

Fujiwara Chika stopped and quickly turned her head to look at the customers and clerks around her.

Seeing that neither the clerks nor the passersby were paying attention here, she breathed a sigh of relief and accepted Kitakami Yoru’s compliment.

"It seems Chika is very happy that I praised her like this; it really wouldn't be wrong."

"It seems she is also very shy and feels there are too many people?"

Casually glancing at the coat, Kitakami Yoru secretly began to calculate Fujiwara Chika in his heart.

Bad intentions gradually sprouted, and Kitakami Yoru took Fujiwara Chika’s hand and walked outside.

"Did you do your hair today too, Chika?"

"How did you do it?"

Just like a normal chat between a couple, Kitakami Yoru asked casually.

"You could even tell that; I used an electric curling iron to curl it myself."

Fujiwara Chika smiled happily.

"Let’s walk around some more; I’m not familiar with the area, and I don't know what’s good to eat."

Kitakami Yoru replied.

"This is my first time in Harajuku."

Fujiwara Chika said.

"Eh? Really?"

Before, Kitakami Yoru was a disgusting fat otaku and definitely didn't have the courage to come to a trendy holy land like Harajuku once.

Even if he could avoid going out, he wouldn't go out.

"Why would I lie to you?"

"I’m also very busy on weekends, okay? The requirements my family has for me are very high."

Fujiwara Chika boldly hugged Kitakami Yoru’s arm.

Kitakami Yoru looked at her with a smile.

She lowered her head shyly and leaned on Kitakami Yoru’s shoulder.

"Then can you dance, Chika?"

Dotingly touching Fujiwara Chika’s pink hair, Kitakami Yoru turned a corner and arrived at the famous Takeshita Street.

Weekend.

A small alley, crowded with people.

"Ew."

Making a sound of disgust, Kitakami Yoru quickly pulled Fujiwara Chika away.

"I can; I can dance ballet and Latin, just a little bit."

What Fujiwara Chika is more proficient in is vocal music and languages.

Her mother is a diplomat, so she can use multiple languages to call...

Ah... ptooey ptooey...

She can speak multiple languages.

"Her ligaments shouldn't be bad either, right?"

Kitakami Yoru thought secretly, touched Fujiwara Chika’s hair, and sighed with a smile: "Chika, you’re really excellent and cute."

How could such an excellent and noble girl like me?

Hehe?

"What’s wrong with you?"

Fujiwara Chika straightened her head and looked up at Kitakami Yoru.

"It feels..."

"A bit unreal..."

"That I’m with you, Chika."

Kitakami Yoru hesitated and told Fujiwara Chika his most real thoughts.

"I’m not with you, don't talk nonsense."

"Bad Kitakami-kun, you just know how to trick girls!"

Fujiwara Chika puffed out her cheeks cutely, gently clenched her small fists, and hammered Kitakami Yoru’s chest.

Flirting all the way, chatting casually.

They got along very comfortably.

On the edge of Harajuku, in the corner of a relatively remote alley.

There was an accessory shop with classical decoration, or rather, a very Showa-era feel.

As Kitakami Yoru walked, he glanced inside, hesitated, and pulled Fujiwara Chika to turn and walk away.

At the entrance, there was a blackboard that said "Unmanned Accessory Shop."

"No one here?"

Fujiwara Chika felt a bit novel and pointed at the blackboard to signal Kitakami Yoru.

"I saw it; no one is disturbing us, let’s just take a look."

Kitakami Yoru pulled Fujiwara Chika inside.

The shelves were arranged neatly and orderly, with price tags carefully attached.

Scanning them casually, half belonged to mechanical crafts, and half should be semi-handmade.

The price could be said to be on the expensive side.

Basically, everything started at three or four thousand yen.

Buying a small accessory.

"This agate bracelet."

Fujiwara Chika’s curious eyes flashed, and she let go of Kitakami Yoru and walked over to pick it up and check it.

Several cameras were set up in the corners.

Filming from all angles, without dead ends.

Thieves are everywhere.

"Chika definitely doesn't lack other things, but buying some small accessories is fine to give to her; it’s more appropriate."

"If it really doesn't work, I can give myself to her as a dog."

Kitakami Yoru laughed wickedly.

The two separated and browsed the products they liked.

It can only be said that Kitakami Yoru really doesn't like shopping much.

Picking and choosing, there was nothing he liked.

"Chika, how is it?"

Kitakami Yoru, who had given up on choosing, turned his head and asked Fujiwara Chika.

57: Private Cinema

"I didn't see anything I liked."

Fujiwara Chika shook her head and returned the product in her hand to its original place.

"Basically, the premium is very serious; it’s all IQ tax."

Kitakami Yoru took Fujiwara Chika’s fragrant, soft small hand and walked out of the unmanned vending shop.

Unlike romantic comedies.

Couples in reality won't spend a lot of money to be suckers and get slaughtered for nothing.

Are they brain-damaged?

"That accessory shop, I feel like they want to spend money online to hire internet water armies to hype it up."

"It’s to harvest fools."

Leaving the Harajuku area, they arrived on the street outside.

Dense wires crossed the alley.

"Not only deceiving people in the country, but also deceiving foreign tourists, following the trend to check in and consume?"

Fujiwara Chika thought of this point.

"Mm, are you hungry?"

Kitakami Yoru nodded with a smile.

"It’s okay, let’s walk slowly for a while, and eat whatever we see."

Fujiwara Chika wasn't in a hurry; after speaking, she looked up at the sky.

It was almost twelve o'clock.

Walking around, they bought a portion of takoyaki on the road to pad their stomachs, and Kitakami Yoru and Fujiwara Chika arrived at Omotesando.

Similarly, it is a top-tier commercial district in Japan full of artistic style.

"Help me take a photo as a souvenir."

Fujiwara Chika gradually became tired and couldn't walk anymore, so she took out her phone and handed it to Kitakami Yoru.

"My photography skills aren't very good, haha."

Kitakami Yoru took it with a smile and informed Fujiwara Chika first.

"But Chika is so cute, it doesn't matter if it’s bad, right?"

"Don't you think so, Chika-chan?"

Kitakami Yoru winked triumphantly at Fujiwara Chika, teased her, and didn't give her a chance to speak.

"I know I’m very cute, don't keep repeating it!"

Fujiwara Chika had always been a bit unable to let go, but she said that on her lips, while she was happy inside.

She ran to find the target building, Fujiwara Chika posed, and constantly adjusted to receive feedback from Kitakami Yoru’s expression.

"Are you ready?"

Kitakami Yoru looked at Fujiwara Chika through the phone camera and asked.

"Ready, ready, take it."

Fujiwara Chika replied quickly and hurriedly closed her mouth.

Kitakami Yoru pressed the shutter button, click...

The photo was saved.

It was mediocre.

After the shooting, Fujiwara Chika ran back immediately, took back her phone, and checked it carefully.

She ground her teeth and began to consider and struggle, then looked at Kitakami Yoru and asked: "It feels not very good, what do you think?"

"It looks very good; I think it looks very good, it’s the same no matter how you take it."

Kitakami Yoru touched his nose with a smile and suddenly reached out to hug Fujiwara Chika.

Pressing his chin on the top of Fujiwara Chika’s head, he said softly: "Chika is the best looking, I like Chika the most..."

Even though he had been on an intimate date with Sakurajima Mai yesterday and had gone to find Gabril in the morning, admiring her taking off her outer clothes.

Now Kitakami Yoru could actually say such things without any guilt.

It really was...

Rotten to the core...

Simply, not worth pitying...

"Mm... na... hmph..."

Fujiwara Chika made a meaningless coquettish sound from her mouth, then pushed Kitakami Yoru away hard, took a few steps back, and hummed.

Raising her head, she glared at Kitakami Yoru with shame and anger, shy as if she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Talking nonsense...

No, why did he suddenly tell the truth.

"Chika-chan, I’m hungry, let’s go eat lunch together."

Kitakami Yoru stepped forward with a smile and reached out to wrap his arm around Fujiwara Chika, but was dodged.

"You’re so good at coaxing girls, do you have a secret behind my back?"

Fujiwara Chika put on an angry expression and pointed at Kitakami Yoru to force him to ask.

Unfortunately, this! level of questioning!

Had no effect at all.

"Chika, eat."

Kitakami Yoru laughed, his heart as calm as water.

So stable.

"Fine, you’re not allowed to say that on the street in the future, otherwise I really won't ignore you."

Fujiwara Chika walked toward Kitakami Yoru hesitantly and warned him with her eyes.

"You said you wouldn't ignore me last time too."

"As a result, you obediently delivered yourself to my door."

Kitakami Yoru wasn't worried at all, took Fujiwara Chika’s small hand, and walked toward the nearest street.

Actually.

Fujiwara Chika’s reaction and performance can be understood as a socially anxious and introverted boy who, because a certain event was outstanding, was forcibly pulled to the bright center by the goddess he liked and praised.

Social anxiety is relatively resistant to being outstanding and receiving attention, but inside, it is incomparably eager, and the happiest thing is to be praised by the goddess he likes.

Roughly, it can be understood this way.

Not far away, one or two hundred meters away.

"Let’s eat hot pot?"

Fujiwara Chika’s gaze swept over an ice cream shop called 196 Degrees Celsius, and finally saw the hot pot restaurant sign.

"I can't eat spicy food; can Chika eat it?"

Kitakami Yoru looked at Fujiwara Chika and asked.

Japanese people basically don't know how to eat spicy food.

The spiciness they can accept is about the same as the coastal areas of South China.

"No, order slightly spicy."

Fujiwara Chika pulled Kitakami Yoru inside.

Hot pot has been in Japan for many years, and Japanese people are no strangers to this Chinese cuisine.

Pushing the door and entering.

The comfortable cold air coming toward them made Kitakami Yoru and Fujiwara Chika shiver instantly.

They ordered a mandarin duck pot, one tomato, and one slightly spicy.