Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 753 753: 328. Sudden Gale (4)2

"Fan ."

"Oh." Dubian Che released his hand and continued to fan the young lady.

Jiutiao ijie's bangs fluttered slightly in the breeze, and in that cool sensation, she turned her gaze towards the window.

"Have you figured it out yet?" Dubian Che asked with a smile.

Jiutiao ijie withdrew her gaze and lazily sprawled on the table, "I used to want everything, now I find myself wanting nothing."

At that mont, the class bell rang.

Dubian Che fanned her a couple more tis and said, "Take it easy, there's lots of fun stuff here, can't lay it all out at once, one a year isn't a problem."

Now opening the [System] interface, the store interface, scrolled down a whole bunch.

Although many were like [Fruit Knives], 'seemingly supernatural, but actually not very useful' items.

The remaining small portion, if there weren't point restrictions, Dubian Che could replace them with Dora A Lin.

"That's right, I am the god of the new world!"

Dubian Che, under Kiyono Lin's 'very disrespectful, very sympathetic' gaze, gave up on his fantasy, ready for "Math B."

The dayti was spent discussing the script, perfecting the shopping list, and chatting.

After school, Dubian Che and Kiyono Lin took Jiutiao ijie's luxury car to the restaurant the ladies had booked.

Halfway there, Kiyono Lin got out of the car once.

She crossed the street, went into a scarf shop opposite, and ca out with a gift-wrapped bag besides her backpack.

"Scarves..." Dubian Che didn't know what to say.

"It's a very pretty scarf, I didn't purposely buy an ugly one," Kiyono Lin explained.

"Is it being pretty the point? You definitely bought it because you saw she was hot today, didn't you?"

"After the typhoon, the weather will turn cool quickly, it'll be useful soon. Comparatively, she should reflect on giving old books."

"What's wrong with old books?"

"Yours?"

"Of course."

"Then take them out of storage, dust them off, and stash them in a corner of the bookshelf."

"Ms. Kiyono, ijie is actually good to you, she even plans to give you that book about Spanish shipwrecks next year."

"Is that so..." Kiyono Lin paused briefly, then continued, "She actually doesn't expect that to be a real treasure map, explaining why she'd give the book?"

"Is it real?" Jiutiao ijie opened her eyes and asked Dubian Che.

"I told you already." Dubian Che was very innocent.

Kiyono Lin, as if she had anticipated the mont, naturally said, "Instead, Mr. Dubian, you're willing to let see that book directly."

"..." Dubian Che was speechless.

He really didn't care about that sunken ship still needing to be salvaged, showing it to Kiyono Lin wasn't an issue, but at that ti...

The book was used to catch Jiutiao ijie's clipped toenails, then Jiutiao ijie had given the book to Kiyono Lin.

Jiutiao ijie seed to also rember the incident, then smirked mischievously.

The ladies had booked a place in the Harbor District, a high-end restaurant with a view of Tokyo Bay.

The entire restaurant was booked, they occupied only a corner by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

In another corner of the restaurant, a string quartet consisting of two violins, a viola, and a cello, was playing soothing music.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see the orange Tokyo Tower and the glittering Rainbow Bridge under the night sky.

Cars drove on the bridge, and a cruise ship passed underneath, accompanied by distant, faint horn sounds.

"What have you been up to lately?" Mrs. Jiutiao asked, sipping her delicious wine, smiling at Dubian Che.

"Reading, school, chatting, and preparing for the Cultural Festival," Dubian Che answered.

On the other side, Mrs. Kiyono was talking to Jiutiao ijie, who had received the scarf.

Perhaps it was reminiscent of last winter, around Christmas, when she also gave a sun hat as a Christmas gift—clearly ant as no ill will.

Next mont, Kiyono Lin directly told her she indeed had naughty intentions.

"What are you planning for this year's Cultural Festival?"

"Performing a drama." Dubian Che's fingers followed the violin tune, gently tapping on the table.

"If I'm free, I definitely want to co watch," Mrs. Jiutiao put down her wine glass, her hands elegantly supported beneath her chin.

She was a very beautiful and smart woman.

Dubian Che nodded, "It's a one-ti performance, if you're busy, I'll figure out a way to record it."

"Mr. Dubian."

"Um?"

"At Karuizawa, you delivered flowers to Aonai, and recorded the drama for . You have many acts that seem casual, yet they reveal your attentive and gentle nature, which easily endears you to won."

"You misunderstand." Dubian Che's fingers paused, "I sent flowers out of guilt because I couldn't accompany her; recording the drama was sothing I planned to do anyway, like the movie last year, it was an experience worth preserving."

"Let's leave it at that." Mrs. Jiutiao picked up her glass and took another sip, "What shall we talk about?"

"Do you think of as a spy?"

"Report in. What did you talk about?"

"Euripides."

"Euripides?" Jiutiao Zhenji confird.

"Euripides." Dubian Che nodded.

Kiyono Lin sat across from him, and they felt each other's gaze, locking eyes for a few seconds.

Then, Kiyono Lin continued listening to her mother's chatter.

Dubian Che told Mrs. Jiutiao:

"It was about performing a drama, so I read so related books. I found that in many tragedies, gods arrange the fates of characters quite arbitrarily and show extre disregard for human life. So gods, out of spite, even sacrifice the lives of the innocent, and the reasons for revenge are often seemingly sensible yet absurdly foolish, or..."

"What are you talking about?" Jiutiao i leaned in.

"Euripides." Mrs. Jiutiao answered for Dubian Che.

"Specifically, it was about the presence of gods in tragedies, triggered by Euripides," Dubian Che added.

"Why don't you talk about the resurrection of Jesus?" Jiutiao i mocked with an innocent expression.

"...Let's change the topic." Dubian Che said.

"Okay, let's talk about how to make hens lay more eggs," Mrs. Jiutiao suggested.

"Ah, I know this one, learned so from my mom!" Dubian Che perked up, leaning forward slightly, "The chickens in the city are well-fed but don't have enough space. I suggest choosing a place with water and grass, where the hens can also eat protein-rich bugs..."

Jiutiao i stretched toward Dubian Che's waist.

"Let's talk about today and tomorrow instead." Dubian Che changed his statent.

After talking about today and tomorrow, they hadn't left yet, and the five of them went to sing karaoke.

"Today is iji's birthday. iji, you first. What will you sing?" Mrs. Kiyono asked her daughter.

"Anything."

"Then I'll pick my favorite 'Crossing Heavenly City.'" Mrs. Jiutiao skillfully operated the song selector console.

Jiutiao i stood up, took the microphone, stood in front, and swayed her youthful, beautiful body gently to the prelude.

"We'll cheer for i!" Mrs. Kiyono gave Kiyono Lin a kindergarten child-calming bell and handed Dubian Che a prop that looked like a hand grenade—shaking it created a sound.

Dubian Che looked at Kiyono Lin, who watched his bell indifferently before starting to shake it.

Dubian Che: "..."

"The lingering scent that's hard to conceal, sohow it has infiltrated you," Jiutiao i started singing, her voice light and void of Ishikawa Kyoko's heaviness.

"'Rather than letting another woman take you, wouldn't it be better if I killed you?'" Jiutiao i pointed at Dubian Che, shaking her body and singing with a laugh.

Dubian Che vigorously shook the "hand grenade" in his hand.

"'ssy bedding, secretive hotels,'" Jiutiao i lifted her behind, making her school uniform skirt fly up.

"Oh—" both ladies exclaid joyfully.

Dubian Che thought of that night in Izu, the geisha Jiutiao i dressed in a red kimono.

Previously, he couldn't fathom what a treasure girl truly was, assuming it was a "professional jargon" complints among won, but now the term suddenly ca to mind.

Describing Jiutiao i with it couldn't be more apt.

"'Whatever happened doesn't matter anymore.'"

"'I want to cross that fierce, burning fire.'"

"'I want to cross it with you, cross over Heavenly City.'"

Jiutiao i's gaze t Dubian Che's, twisting her indescribably beautiful body curves, her skirt fluttering.

Incorporating delicate emotions into the song, rging personal flair, she sang a powerful song in a unique flavor.

Listening to the pleasing lody, watching the youthful and radiant body twist, Dubian Che's heart overflowed with boundless affection for iji.

He longed to pull her close, have her sit on his lap while singing.

'iji, my iji.' Dubian Che called out deeply in his heart.