87. Sister or something, of course it can be persuaded.
Heavy raindrops swept over and kept knocking on the glass window on the ninth floor.
Fujiwara Izaya got up from the water, shook the water droplets from his hair, and walked to the lounge chair.
"Miss Kasahara," he asked, "you have watched the performance for so long and you don't want to comment a word or two?"
"I heard it." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said.
She maintained the same posture from beginning to end, resting her chin on her hand and remaining still.
"I know you can hear it." Fujiwara Izaya kept walking.
White wings spread out behind him, and at the same time, his hair color and pupils also turned golden, and a scornful aura burst out from the slightly fluttering wings.
As if she saw something dazzling, Kasahara Fuka-Eri could not help but stare at him with narrow eyes.
That look in her eyes was unlike her usual, but it only lasted for a moment. After two seconds, she quickly turned her gaze to the other side, her cheeks turning slightly red.
Fujiwara Izaya approached her and said, "It's our turn to talk."
"Stop!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri shouted.
"Um?"
Fujiwara Izaya was a little confused.
Hasn't this sister always been interested in his identity? Why did she refuse when he took the initiative to self-destruct?
"...You, you..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and said in the smallest voice: "Put your clothes on, and then come here..."
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya, who has always been very thick-skinned, is now so embarrassed that he wants to die.
There was a clean bath towel hanging next to the swimming pool. He put away his big tengu form, lowered his head and rushed over, wrapping himself tightly in the bath towel without saying a word.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri tilted her face to one side, and her toes in her stockings had curled up shyly.
Fujiwara Izaya climbed out of the swimming pool wearing only shorts, and her figure was completely noticed by her. Although the figure was not burly, the muscles in all parts of the body were firm and clear, especially the well-proportioned muscle lines of the waistcoat line, which was beautiful and
The sense of power is perfectly blended together, and no woman would want to touch it and feel it just by looking at it.
Stop it!
Can't think about it!
Kasahara Fuka-Eri stopped thinking and stared at the clouds outside the window.
The sky is always gloomy, whether it is the tower of the Skytree in the distance, the tall hanging tower at the nearby construction site, or the warning lights of the aircraft in the sky, all the colors are sucked into the deep cloud shadows.
The thunder also kept ringing.
Every time a white light flashes in the sky, the glass windows will shake, and the outlines of indoor objects will be briefly painted with a layer of white paint.
"Miss Kasahara, thank you for what happened today." Fujiwara Izaya came back wrapped in a bath towel and lay down on the recliner next to her.
"Well, it's okay."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri said like an outsider, with a voice like a news announcer on TV.
After finishing speaking, she looked out the window with squinted eyes, her expression seemed to be thinking about something. She was wearing a business-like black suit, and her legs were placed on a recliner, wrapped in smooth and delicate black stockings. Looking at her from the side,
She seemed to be looking at nothing, thinking about nothing, and was in a daze, like a realistic statue made of special silicone.
"If you don't say anything, I'll leave." Fujiwara Izaya said.
"Uh, let me think about it..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri shook her head slightly for a few centimeters, turned over and looked at his face, frowning and thinking.
Her black pearl-like eyes were shining with a bright luster like satin, but just like the last time they met, there was no expression on her face at all.
Fujiwara Izaya could only give up the idea of speaking first and wait quietly for the next step.
After a long time, thunder rang again and again, and Kasahara Fuka-Eri held the wine glass and said coldly: "You are not a good person."
"I never said I was a good person." Fujiwara Izaya shrugged.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri fell silent again.
The slightly heavier breathing seemed to come from the other end of the long corridor, with a strange echo. The content was not clear, but it seemed that she was a little angry, which Fujiwara Izaya could tell.
So, he quickly added: "I am a good person when I treat good people."
"Well……"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's breathing slowed down.
"Where are you from?" she asked.
"A small town hidden deep in the mountains of Nagano Prefecture."
"your mother?"
"Xia Xilin."
"Then," Kasahara Fuka-Eri took a sip of gin wine without making a sound, "why did you suddenly confess?"
Another thunder sounded outside the window. Although it was still far away, it was getting closer. Fujiwara Izaya tried his best to show her a friendly smile: "Because Miss Kasahara came alone, I believe you won't
Tell this secret."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri bent her legs, put her slender little hands into fists on her knees, and kept looking at Fujiwara Izaya's face, neither expressing agreement nor objection. She closed her lips tightly, obviously they were very close, and gave
People feel as if they are looking at each other two kilometers away.
This sister is too cold... Fujiwara Izaya secretly complained in his heart.
It is true that she is tall and graceful, and her leg length is even more perfect than Fujiwara Izaya's, and her almost fiery orange long hair is eye-catching enough. But her expression lacks real life, like a sharp iceberg.
, making people feel dangerous and unfathomable.
This kind of person absolutely cannot become a magazine model, idol singer, or actor.
But because she is mysterious and difficult to approach, she has a natural charm that attracts people to get closer and explore.
Being stared at by her like this, Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously straightened his back and sat upright like a child being scolded. At the same time, he also lamented in his heart that Asuka was so pitiful. He had to be oppressed by such a sister every day at home.
"By the way, how old are you?" After a while, Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked in a low voice, "Seventeen?"
"I'll be eighteen in eight months." Fujiwara Izaya replied.
"Why come to Tokyo?"
"Rebuilding Asakusa Shrine."
"And after that?"
Fujiwara Izaya fell silent for a moment.
How to say it?
He wasn't sure either.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri picked up the cup and drank all the gin in the cup while waiting for an answer.
"Probably, find someone to take over from me." Fujiwara Izaya replied, "Or, like my father, give birth to a boy and let him inherit the shrine."
"Your father?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri narrowed her eyes and said.
"Yes." Fujiwara Izaya replied, "A person who is extremely gentle."
"This evaluation is incredible," Kasahara Fuka-Eri nodded, "I want to meet him."
"I can't see you for the time being," Fujiwara Izaya shrugged. "My family members are all gone. Maybe my mother will come over next year. You won't find them the rest of the time."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri thought about the meaning of his words, and her eyebrows furrowed again.
Lightning flashed and thunder sounded in the distance.
After thinking for a while, she probably came to a conclusion. She stopped caring about this matter and asked instead: "What are your intentions in getting close to Asuka?"
"There is an ambiguity in that statement," Fujiwara Izaya corrected her seriously, "It was Asuka who approached me, not me who took the initiative. Please don't put the responsibility on me, and don't think of using this reason to ask me to refund the money."
"...you are really..."
Even Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who had always been calm, felt a little headache at this time.
"Why didn't you just push her away?" she asked, resisting the urge to throw the cup.
yes.
why?
Fujiwara Izaya asked himself in his mind.
The perverted little bitch fucks the schoolgirl, stuffs her stockings to frame her, has a vibrant smile, an eccentric personality, and the innate smugness of a spoiled eldest lady, who doesn't consider the situation of ordinary people at all...think about it
Thinking of these things, Fujiwara Izaya brushed his wet hair with his hand and said with emotion: "Japan is a feudal country with a modern system. The sons of doctors become doctors, the sons of lawyers become lawyers, and the daughters of bankers..."
"cough!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri coughed lightly.
That cold expression seemed to say, "It goes without saying that these children already know things."
"The daughter of the chairman will naturally want to be the chairman." Fujiwara Izaya insisted after finishing his words, picked up a piece of honeydew melon from the table, and said while chewing: "Asuka's character is not bad, and she will not be the chairman.
She will be a great villain. But she has a big problem..."
The honeydew melon is very crisp, and when you bite it, your mouth is filled with sweet juice.
"What's the problem?" Speaking of her sister, her cold expression softened.
"She doesn't consider the feelings of ordinary people." Fujiwara Izaya threw the melon rind into the trash can and wiped his mouth with a towel. "Not long after we met, she was able to frame me with two pairs of stockings, and...
She bluntly said that if I didn't do what she said, she would make the story of stealing my socks public. Later, I worked with her to remove ghosts and met a victim with a rather rough life experience. From beginning to end, she stood by her birthright.
From the standpoint of a superior person, one looks at the victim’s life indifferently.”
"Um."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri nodded slightly in agreement.
"So, you have intentions for Asuka," she said, "Don't deny it, I can see it. Otherwise, with your character, you will definitely not be framed, and you can still face her with a pleasant attitude."
"Haha, of course I have an intention." Fujiwara Izaya picked up the gin wine and poured some gin wine into the cup. "She is just a squeamish young lady. It doesn't matter how naughty she is now. Anyway, she only affects the people around her.
.But if she grows up and takes over from her mother, her words and deeds will determine the fate of many people."
"Well."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's answers are always so concise.
"So, we need to correct her while she is still young and in the formative years." Fujiwara Izaya handed her the poured gin wine.
She shook her head and said she didn't want to drink.
"After correcting herself, she will take more people's positions into consideration when making decisions." Fujiwara Izaya brought the wine glass to his lips and took a sip, "Especially those that she thinks are unimportant, she can
Those who are ignored are actually ordinary people who should be protected more."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at his face steadily, as if observing the flowing clouds in the sky, and then lowered her eyes slightly, looking at the wine glass she had just used to drink, to check whether the lip marks left on it were the same as those of Fujiwara Izaya
Now when drinking, the angles of the lips overlap, and finally he turns away his face and says softly: "Thank you."
Somehow, Fujiwara Izaya felt that her thank you was unexpectedly gentle.
"No need to thank you," he said flattered, "Now that I've made it clear, you can't bring up the matter of refunding the money again."
"..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri wanted to stand up for a moment, but a flying kick landed firmly on his face, kicking this kid who only cares about money to another world.
never mind.
Don't argue with him.
My sister comforted herself in her heart, just think of the money as helping her sister pay for her tuition.
After explaining the student's problem, Fujiwara Izaya lay down on the chair again and began to hum happily.
?How about living a more upright and straightforward life?
?Live a correct and error-free life
?Is it justice to live a realistic life?
?Is it justice to live by cheating?
?What is the posture that I should exist in?
The tune is light, the rhythm is strong, and the lyrics are very powerful. As I sang, Izaya Fujiwara couldn't help but shake his legs.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri said nothing.
Small wrinkles formed between her brows and her lips were tightly closed. It wasn't until Fujiwara Izaya finished singing that she said, "What do you want to express?"
"Do you know what this song is called?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri shook her head.
"It's called "Monster"!" Fujiwara Izaya leaned out, pressed down on her recliner, and said with a grin: "A very scary monster, just like this, ow~"
As he said that, he made a funny and fierce expression, and even scratched her face with his hand.
"Pfft~" Kasahara Fuka-Eri couldn't help laughing, and immediately bit her lower lip, waiting for the smile to pass, and then said coldly: "I understand. Before you do anything illegal, I
I will keep it a secret for you."
"Thank you so much!"
Fujiwara Izaya clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to her.
Then, he raised his head with a pure smile on his face: "Please do me a favor, Miss Kasahara."
"Let's talk first." Kasahara Fuka-Eri put down her bent legs and stretched them out gently.
"Miss Kasahara, please spread the word that I am a monster."
"boom--"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri fell under the couch and stared blankly at the ceiling.
"What did you say?" She suspected that she might have heard wrongly.
"I said, please spread the news that I am a monster." Fujiwara Izaya repeated, and then added: "Then, let the people of Onnyangliao hold a meeting and arrest me for criticism. The more people there are, the more noise there will be.
The bigger the better, and the best is to make it known to everyone."
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri straightened up a little, exposing only her eyes to the recliner, and looked at his face carefully for a while: "Are you crazy?"
"No, no, on the contrary, I am sober as never before." Fujiwara Izaya poked his head with his fingertips, "Everything is hidden in this little head. The opportunity to become famous is right in front of you. If you want to miss it,
If not, I will die of regret."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri shook her head.
I took a few deep breaths and searched for words in my mind, but couldn't find them.
"I won't break the law!" Fujiwara Izaya promised, "I will definitely not break the law. I won't break it, and I won't let you break it."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri is still thinking.
At this time, Miji Kawashima, who was wearing clothes, shouted from the corridor: "It's lunch, you two, hurry up."
"Come, let's talk while eating." Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand towards her.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri hesitated for a moment, put her hand forward, and held his hand softly.
I held it for quite some time.
Different from her cold temperament, her little hands were exquisite and warm, and the unexpected soft touch revealed a little bit of her angular side.
Then, Kawashima Miji, who was wearing Mrs. Danger's hairstyle, slowly walked out of the passage.
Looking at the hands held by the two of them, she frowned slightly. While she was beautiful and lovable, she also revealed the young lady's complaints about her philandering husband.