Chapter 409

The two separated and browsed through the products they liked.

It could only be said that Kitakami Yoru didn't really like shopping.

Picking and choosing, there was nothing he liked.

"Chika, how is it?"

Kitakami Yoru, who gave up picking, turned his head and asked Fujiwara Chika.

57: Private Cinema

"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; they are all IQ taxes."

Kitakami Yoru pulled Fujiwara Chika's soft small hand and walked out of the unmanned vending shop.

Unlike youth romance comedies.

Real-life lovers wouldn't spend a lot of money to be a sucker and be slaughtered in vain.

Are they brain-damaged?

"That accessory shop, I feel like they want to pay for internet water armies to hype it up online."

"Harvesting fools."

Leaving the Harajuku area and arriving at the street outside.

Dense wires crossed the alley.

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

Fujiwara Chika associated this point.

"Well, are you hungry?"

Kitakami Yoru nodded with a smile.

"It's okay, walk slowly for a while, see what to eat."

Fujiwara Chika was not in a hurry; after speaking, she looked up at the sky.

Almost twelve o'clock.

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

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

"Help me take a photo for memory."

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

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

Kitakami Yoru smiled and took it, informing Fujiwara Chika first.

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

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

Kitakami Yoru winked at Fujiwara Chika triumphantly and teased, not giving her a chance to speak.

"I know I'm very cute; don't repeat it all the time!"

Fujiwara Chika had always been a bit unable to let go; she said so in her mouth, but she was happy in her heart.

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

"Is it ready?"

Kitakami Yoru asked through the phone camera, looking at Fujiwara Chika.

"Ready, ready, shoot."

Fujiwara Chika replied quickly and hurriedly closed her mouth.

Kitakami Yoru pressed the shutter button, click...

The photo was saved.

It was mediocre.

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

Grinding her teeth, she began to consider and struggle, then looked at Kitakami Yoru and asked: "It doesn't feel very good; what do you think?"

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

Kitakami Yoru smiled and touched his nose, then suddenly reached out and hugged Fujiwara Chika.

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

Clearly, he was on an intimate date with Sakurajima Mai yesterday, and went to find Gabriel in the morning, admiring the other party taking off her outer clothes.

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

It was really...

Rotten to the core...

Simply, not worth pitying...

"Hmm... na... hum..."

Fujiwara Chika made a meaningless coquettish sound from her mouth, then pushed Kitakami Yoru away with force, stepped back a few steps, and gave a light hum.

Raising her head, she glared at Kitakami Yoru shyly and angrily, shy enough to want to find a crack in the ground to drill into.

Nonsense...

No, why did he suddenly tell the truth.

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

Kitakami Yoru smiled and stepped forward, reaching out to wrap around Fujiwara Chika, but was dodged.

"So good at coaxing girls; do you have a secret behind my back?"

Fujiwara Chika pretended to be angry and pointed at Kitakami Yoru to force him.

Unfortunately, this! level of questioning!

Had no effect at all.

"Chika, eat."

Kitakami Yoru laughed, his heart as calm as water.

So stable.

"Alright, don't say that on the street in the future, otherwise I really won't ignore you."

Fujiwara Chika walked toward Kitakami Yoru hesitantly, warning him with her eyes.

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

"As a result, you obediently delivered yourself."

Kitakami Yoru was not worried at all, pulling Fujiwara Chika's small hand and walking toward the nearest street.

Actually.

Fujiwara Chika's reaction and performance could be understood as a socially anxious and introverted boy who, because a certain event was done brilliantly, 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 extremely eager, and the happiest thing is to be praised by the goddess he likes.

Probably, it can be understood this way.

Not far away, one or two hundred meters away.

"Let's have 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 had entered Japan for many years, and Japanese people were no stranger to this Chinese cuisine.

Pushing the door and entering.

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

They ordered a mandarin duck pot, one tomato, and one slightly spicy. ===== CHAPTER 410 =====