Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

"so good……"

Nobuko Sasaki sighed softly like a whisper, as if speaking to herself, the gentle voice was only breathy in the end.

Shiori sensed some kind of indescribable sharp malice at that moment, and then disappeared.

In front of her was a lady who was so thin that she couldn't even hold up her clothes, but had a rather tough expression.

She froze for a moment and said nothing.

"My house is right next door, I'll be there soon, don't catch a cold from the wind."

Shiori tugged at the scarf around her neck, but didn't care.

The unreasonable malice was not towards her, everyone had past events that they didn't want to talk about, although she could barely be called kind, but she was lazy by nature.

There is no suspicion of guilt, let alone no reason and no basis-intuition.

Shiori used the key to open the door, the room was brightly lit, and the aroma of warm food could be smelled from the entrance far away.

"I am back."

Vigilance may be necessary but it is not her first priority now. She is very hungry and just wants to replenish energy.

The first rule of salted fish: everything is not as important as a full stomach.

"Welcome back! It's so late today, you always come back so late..."

Immediately there was the sound of footsteps, bouncing and running out of the living room.

The silver-haired and green-eyed Shota came out of the living room with a maneuver that was completely inconsistent with the Odachi, with a bit of coquettish complaint in his tone.

"have a guest?"

Hotaru tilted her head cutely, glanced at her Ji Jun, paused for a while on the not-so-cute scarf, and blinked her eyes like fireflies, looking cute and alert.

"Yes, I'm staying at our house today. Yaoyan just came to deliver clothes. I thought everyone knew about it."

Shiori smiled and took out the unworn ladies slippers from the shoe cabinet on one side, and handed them to Nobuko Sasaki.

"I'm staring at the Bank of China, he's too slow to do anything, uh...please give me more advice."

"What are you eating today? I'm starving to death..."

"It's a steaming sukiyaki pot, and I went to buy a lot of beef."

"Did you go alone? It's amazing!"

Surprised without hesitation.

"Hey, that's natural, everyone in the commercial street gave me a discount."

"Xiaoying is really popular."

The two sang together, took Miss Xinzi's hand and walked to the restaurant.

"There are a lot of people in the family, Miss Xinzi, please don't mind."

"No, thank you for taking me in, Miss Shiori."

It seemed that the warm indoor temperature and the warm scene at home made Nobuko gradually relax. She took off her large coat and hung it on her arm, smiling at Hotaru, who tilted her head and acted cutely.

"Just call me Shiori."

"Then just call me Nobuko."

In order not to scare her, the number of swords that appeared in front of Nobuko Sasaki was not too many, and she had already said hello and said that she would be back late today, so there were only three people sent by today's valet on the long table. bit.

The things Akashi/National Bank make are always as simple as they come, but for those who have just fallen into the water, eating warm sukiyaki pot is much better than cold food.

The air is filled with the aroma of beef, eggs and vegetables, the sound of bubbling and the rising heat warms the body and calms the heart.

"Are you going to take a bath afterwards? If you feel afraid of water, come with me."

Seeing that her face was gradually stained with a healthy blush, and following the spirit of humanitarian care, Shizhi really did her best.

Nobuko Sasaki, who looks slender, after getting acquainted with her a little bit, is unexpectedly a very talkative woman who sees things sharply and comprehensively, and has her own opinions.

It is no wonder that he was already an associate professor at a famous university in Tokyo in his early 20s, and has been commended by famous societies many times.

Well, I still study criminal psychology. People who study psychology are very good at chatting.

The atmosphere is getting better and better unconsciously.

After talking about fun things at school and embarrassing things about family members.

For some reason, the topic suddenly brought up the person I like.

It seems that the topics between girls will always involve gossip-related issues in the end.

The two sat side by side in the big bathtub, their hair was coiled up, revealing their white and delicate collarbones, and they were talking without a word.If it weren't for the fact that the current politicians have great careers and the water in the pool has a constant temperature, the two of them probably would catch a cold again.

The rising mist lingers in the space, the warm water flows around the skin, and the misty mist covers people's eyes, making people more lazy.

"I don't have anyone close to me, and my family... I insist that I once had a lover."

In the softening mist, her expression looked a little sad.

"It's the relentless pursuit of one's own ideals, and the appearance of going all out for the belief is too dazzling, like a morning star."

This description sounds a little bit like Mr. Kunikida, Shiori curled up in the bath, tilted her head and leaned her cheeks on her arms, and became interested.

"It's a stressful thing to fall in love with a man like that. I gradually failed to catch up with him. In the choice between ideals and love, I was abandoned. So I swear, in the future, I will never be with such an idealistic man again. The men are together."

Xinzi's tone was still quite flat, except for a trace of tiredness in his eyes, but the tenderness of the corners of his lips made people feel a little strangely sweet and bitter.

"Where is Shiori? Why do you like that gentleman?"

"It was love at first sight, and I can't tell. The girls in our family may be very emotional in terms of feelings. It's genetic."

Shiori's fingers circled in the bath, watching the ripples on the surface of the water, feeling that her heart also opened up with the ripples.After that, he seemed to think of something again, and the expression on his face became softer.

"Actually, I don't know him very well, but I want to know him."

Even if there is no opportunity, create an opportunity to understand him.

Such as squatting in the park, such as returning a gift, such as...

Can I keep that scarf for myself?

"Maybe in the process of chasing, I will like him more? I don't know."

But it will definitely not be like you, with such hopeless and profound sorrow and bewilderment in your eyes, but it seems that you have a vague awareness of going to death.

Although Ms. Nobuko's previous job sounds a lot like Mr. Kunikida, but maybe she is unexpectedly suitable to die in love with Mr. Dazai.

"Shiori, you look very attractive."

Nobuko suddenly smiled and said in a firm tone.

"If I were a boy, I would be fascinated by you. Your smile is contagious and your whole body is full of energy."

You can really talk.However, she is not a vigorous girl, Ge You is paralyzed every minute when Xianyu wakes up.

"Also, I don't know if you have noticed that your affinity is really..."

Let people relax unconsciously.

"Easiness to empathize is probably genetic..."

It's just that compared to the past when I would try my best to help after empathizing, now I will sigh with emotion after empathizing and then just ignore it.

If you think about it this way, she is actually an energy conservationist.Don't touch any unnecessary troubles, just share a little emotion and get over it if you are touched.

After getting up from the bath, Nobuko had been given a room specially, but the two people who were chatting moved the tatami mats in the room together, huddled under the quilt and continued to whisper.

For Shiori, this is a bit of a novelty, she has a lot of friends, and the relationship is not bad, and the night talk between girls has also gone out with classmates and girlfriends during school to experience it.

But the time of acquaintance is short, only a few hours until now, and it seems that only Sasaki Nobuko is the one who knows she is in danger and still accepts her in the room.

Although most of this comes from absolute trust in one's own abilities.

People who are proficient in psychology are really "terrible".

Both of them huddled under the quilt, and as they talked, they started to talk about their ideals and beliefs.

But there are no ideals. Shiori, who regards her own comfort as her first belief, and a strong woman who should be called a mature elite with a universal understanding of society, do not have much in common in this regard.

It was supposed to be like this.

"Actually, I don't have any ambitions, let alone a strong woman. I envy you and agree with this attitude."

Because the lights in the room have been turned off, Shiori can only vaguely see the starry eyes in the dark night with her night vision, and her eye sockets seem to be red as she talks.

"Shiori feels that if a lover's ideal—"

Nobuko turned around, put her arms on the pillow, turned her head sideways, and met her gaze.

"Beginning, I don't think my answer will satisfy you. Whatever the question."

Shiori became a little annoyed, is it also suitable for such an occasion?

She had a hunch that the next question would be tricky.

What's more, the question she gave assumes that she can't empathize with her. What made her have the illusion that she once had a boyfriend or a lover?

You can't judge yourself to fall in love with someone easily just because she fell in love at first sight.

About the lover's ideal or something, you should send her the lover first and then ask.

According to Mr. Fukuzawa's temperament, the ideals identified by a mature gentleman will definitely be realized step by step by himself. Others will not be bound by his ideals but will be protected by him.

She will never answer (face) answer (face) such a question.

What's the point of getting her answer when you've already made your own decision?

She is not a fairy, and Xinzi is not a blood relative, or even her best friend, but just a weak, pitiful and helpless salted fish.

"Really? If it embarrasses you, then I won't ask. Good night..."

The starlight dimmed, and Xinzi's sudden impulse seemed to disappear, and the crystals disappeared at the end of his eyes, like shooting stars in the blink of an eye.

……

"Good night."

"Then what, if, I mean if oh, if I don't get it wrong, the answer to that question I will answer like this."

Shiori curled her lips, but she still couldn't help talking.

"Compared to someone's ideal, your own decision is the most important."

A certain person refers to a certain person, and because he has never been in love, he will never refer to the word lover.

"Although, love is not bread, it cannot be eaten as food, and ideals are too. Uh... the second half of the sentence, don't tell Mr. Kunikida tomorrow."

To regard someone's thoughts as more important than her own, even if she is in a state of love brain, she will not think so.

She thought so as she touched the neatly stacked scarves next to her pillow.

"That's it, good night."

She turned over and picked up the scarf in her hand, and changed her position to sleep again.

"thank you, good night."

Nobuko looked at the little girl who showed her back and refused to continue chatting, and said softly.