Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 465 - 218. New Year in Iwate Prefecture: Shrine Visi

"Let’s go worship, and then we can head back," Dubian Che said.

The three of them walked toward the worship hall at the end of the approach.

Among the starlight and bonfire light, people who knew each other were exchanging New Year’s greetings.

The hall was up a flight of about a dozen steps, packed with worshippers; the trio lined up at the very end.

The people standing behind them would instinctively keep a few steps away.

Though the two young ladies weren’t dressed in extravagant, expensive kimonos, their long-cultivated habits, as well as their beauty, which surpassed everyone else’s, naturally created a sense of distance.

As for Dubian Che...

With that handso face, if he wasn’t stingy with smiles, even if he wore modern clothes sitting in the hall ahead, it’s likely many won would see no issue with it.

Every minute or two, the crowd would move up a step.

People would stand side by side in a row, throwing five-yen coins, make a clasp with their hands to wish, and then step aside for the next row.

Dubian Che watched this repetitive process, boredly thinking:

Does God really like this?

For example, if God Kiyono, dressed in fancy clothes, sat inside the hall right now, listening to people’s wishes wave after wave, wouldn’t he beco impatient?

He’d likely say, "Please try your best on your own."

And if God himself were more famous, he might be busy with several shrines at the sa ti, a lot like a bank clerk receiving commissions.

Thinking this way, the hall really seed like the service counter of a bank, like being visited in prison.

Imagining Kiyono Lin being visited in prison, Dubian Che couldn’t help but laugh.

Jiutiao ijie looked over and asked with furrowed brows, "What’s so funny?"

"Listen to this..." Dubian Che shared his recent thoughts with the two of them, except for the last part.

Afterward, he added:

"So it’s best not to make complicated, ticulous wishes. Keep it simple and clear; God might be so pleased that he agrees. For example: Give a hundred billion, live forever..."

"Mr. Dubian, do you really understand the aning of simple and clear?" Kiyono Lin interrupted Dubian Che’s daydreaming.

"Isn’t ’Give a hundred billion’ simpler and clearer than ’wishing for my parents’ health, my child’s academic success, and my promotion and raise’?" Dubian Che asked.

"What you’re referring to is re superficial simplicity and clarity," Jiutiao ijie said.

"Oh, player i has sothing to say, please go on," Dubian Che, playing host during the dull wait in line, urged.

Jiutiao ijie crossed her arms: "To a god, simple and clear wishes should be like ’own a doll’ or ’take a trip’."

"I see," Dubian Che nodded and then turned to Kiyono Lin, "Player Kiyono, what’s your opinion?"

"The sa as Jiutiao."

"The two of you really are on the sa wavelength, as expected from people who were once married."

After saying that, Dubian Che got his foot stepped on by Jiutiao ijie.

"I advise you to choose your words wisely, Dubian Che," Kiyono Lin eyed him as well, her smile gentle.

"I am guilty, I repent, my mistake, I am sorry." Dubian Che raised his hands in surrender, pretending his foot was in pain.

He said, "I was just trying to liven up the New Year’s atmosphere, don’t take it seriously. By the way, I was wondering how the New Year’s is for a wealthy person like Miss ijie?"

"What else could it be? Relatives, friends from work, subordinates, one after another paying New Year’s visits." Jiutiao ijie’s expression darkened slightly when talking about this subject.

It seed like Miss ijie herself wasn’t very fond of the wealthy family’s New Year’s celebration.

"That sounds tough," Dubian Che exclaid without a hint of sympathy.

"Speaking of New Year’s visits, I’m reminded of sothing," Jiutiao ijie smiled.

"Oh? Do tell!" Dubian Che continued to play the role of the host.

Jiutiao ijie smilingly gestured toward Dubian Che: "Hand over your phone."

"..."

"Quickly." The open palm gestured with a curl.

Dubian Che reached for his phone, glancing at Kiyono Lin from the corner of his eye.

Lord Kiyono showed no sympathy and even seed quite approving of Jiutiao ijie’s actions, watching with interest as Dubian Che reluctantly took out his phone.

’God! Any god! My New Year’s wish is: may Sister not send nudes, or nudes, or even more nudes!’

The phone was passed into Jiutiao ijie’s snow-white slender hand.

The screen was already filled with New Year’s greetings.

Jiutiao ijie opened Line, and Kiyono Lin looked over; Jiutiao ijie glanced at her.

"You’re probably going to need my help," said Kiyono Lin, as if talking to herself while gazing at the phone screen.

Jiutiao ijie looked at her deeply, silent and opened the first ssage.

Dubian Che: "..."

Ladies and gentlen, when God and the devil stand shoulder to shoulder, and a gentle breeze entwines their hair, the world... becos hell.

"Who’s this Miyazaki?" Jiutiao ijie inquired.

"Wind Instrunt Club, the leader of the Saxophone section," Kiyono Lin answered.

"And this?" Jiutiao ijie asked.

"Ikeda Kazumi, Mr. Dubian’s classmate," Kiyono Lin replied.

"You even know that?" Jiutiao ijie sounded displeased.

"I not only know all of Mr. Dubian’s classmates’ nas, but I also know yours," Kiyono Lin replied calmly.

"And this?"

"Mayi Asuka, Wind Instrunt Club, leader of the bass section."

"And this?"

"That’s a boy."

"And this?"

"Aonai Xiaoquan, Mr. Dubian’s most, most favorite teacher."

"Kiyono, could you please refrain from using such suggestive adjectives? She’s just my favorite teacher, that’s all!"

Jiutiao ijie glanced at Dubian Che and continued scrolling.

The two misses, who had zero respect for Dubian Che’s privacy, fell silent and simultaneously turned their gaze to him.

"What, what’s the matter?" Dubian Che panicked.

But after so thought, considering Mayi Asuka was already past, he realized he had no need to worry.