Tokyo female publicist

Tokyo Female PR Author: Chestnut Cake

When I woke up, I was reborn as a beautiful Tokyo girl.

Seeing herself in the mirror as beautiful as a flower, Sayuri Fukada swore that she would never be a mess in her life.

You can study your life experience carefully...

Both parents died, no sister, no house, and huge debts?

Faced with the unreasonable troubles of the debt collector and the urgency of the lustful landlord, the only way to repay the debt is to become a nightclub female publicist?

Dressed in black silk and a short skirt, dealing with many female guests, feeling that the hatchet crisis is getting closer, Sayuri Fukada secretly made up her mind--

Get ashore as soon as possible!

Sub-volume: A New Life

Chapter 1&Chapter 2. Waking Up

Jiang Nan woke up from his drowsiness, and glanced at the fluorescent electronic clock beside the bed. The time was 41:[-] midnight.

His own clock hangs above the bed, and he needs to turn over when looking at it. There is no fluorescent light, and he can’t see the pointer at all in the dark night. As for the electronic clock by the bed, it has never appeared in his memory before. .

But now he didn't notice this at all, his body was heavy and his mind was dizzy, just the movement of opening and raising his eyes gave his head a sharp pain.

It felt like drinking a very strong drink.

He didn't drink, but at this moment, he seemed to be waking up from a hangover, and he was still floating in a dream, unable to move.

If possible, Jiang Nan would like to hold his dizzy head and turn around to sleep and save the expectation of his body returning to relaxation until dawn, but he can only act, because...

It's almost leaking.

The swelling pain in his lower body reminded him that he would spend a wet night if he didn't get up again, and then he prayed that the neighbors with broken mouths would not see the dark irregular patterns on the quilt he hung to dry.

Or just sleep like this, and throw away the quilt tomorrow and replace it with a new one.

Jiang Nan turned over, the silk pajamas on his body gave him a silky feeling, but for some reason, he felt that the touch of his calf rubbed against him was even more beautiful, superior to silk and smoother than Dove.

Subconsciously, he rubbed two more times, enjoying the silky smoothness but also aroused the gurgling water in his belly, wanting to rush even more.

No longer caring about his aching head, he lifted the quilt, and Jiang Nan, who had failed to beat the carp, turned over in a hurry and fell to the ground. He was a little surprised that his chest was too heavy, and then he immediately jumped over the long skirt curled up, the bright white sanitary napkin, and stepped on it. With half a pack of potato chips left in the paper bag, he tripped over the edge of the upturned trash can and stumbled open the bathroom door.

Before turning on the light, Jiang Nan quickly opened the white toilet seat and pulled down his pajama pants. He couldn't find the waistband of his pajamas after three or four pulls. Only then did he realize that he was wearing one-piece clothes, which flew down three thousand feet. Right in front of him, he couldn't care less about so many Asian eagles who bent over and rolled up his knee-length nightgown with one hand, and groped for him with the other.

"Ok?"

"Ah?"

After two consecutive surprises, the room fell into a frightening silence. Jiang Nan touched it, and touched it again unwillingly, and touched it again.

He tilted his head silently, asking himself a soul question.

"Gone?"

In the past, there was always some feedback from groping, but now it is empty.

Shocked so much that he couldn't speak anymore, blinking his eyes, Jiang Nan frantically hammered on the switch of the light and heating, and a dim yellow beam of warm light hit him, or—

on her.

Looking down, the shoulders are snow-white, the collarbone is delicate and tight, and the good curve of the body can be vaguely seen under the cover of the silk lavender suspender nightdress.

Subconsciously, Jiang Nan nodded slightly.

Well, it's her favorite type.

Snapped!She slapped herself hard on the face. At this time, she still wondered if these hairy things were sick?Regret immediately flooded my heart.

Slapping her face was a normal force. In the past, such force just refreshed her mind, but at this moment her body seemed too delicate, the pain from the slap on her face was extremely sharp, and tears swirled in her eye sockets in an instant, blurring her vision.

It has nothing to do with Jiang Nan's character or endurance. It is an instinctive reaction of the body. The clearer the pain on the face and the blurrier the vision, the more she understands the "cruel" fact in front of her.

Drying the tears on the back of the hand, the silky skin feels wonderful and boundless. Jiang Nan looked at his hands, the skin was fair and the fingers were green, the nails were neatly trimmed, and there was no manicure. The pink flesh in it made people feel itchy. In her childhood, she was too good-looking, shaking her heavily controlled mind.

There is a half-length mirror on the wall of the washbasin on the right. There are all kinds of trademarks on the countertop. There are two rows of cosmetic bottles written in Japanese, and they are all swept away frantically. The face, her face is not familiar at all.

Willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, red lips and white teeth, a little drunken flush on the cheeks, a slender and straight nose, and the combination of beautiful facial features form an overly touching face. Looking at the person in the mirror, Jiang Nan chokes his breath.

Although her name is Jiang Nan, not Jiang Qian, she still wants to shout.

"Gan!"

Jiang Nan clattered his fist on the mirror. After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but feel a sore nose. He retracted his red hands and put on the pain mask.

"Ah, pain, pain, pain..."

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gurgle gurgle gurgle gurgle.

Even though he said no, his body was still very honest, and under the pressure of abdominal distension, Jiang Nan still leaked on the toilet while holding his aching little hand.

The process is surprisingly simple, sit on the toilet, run the water, take out the paper, wipe dry, everything goes with the flow, as if to tell her that she can adapt to the life of this girl now.

Afterwards, listening to the fading sound of the toilet in the bathroom, Jiang Nan nestled on the messy bed and cried.

The slender knees close to the chest did not have the firm touch of the past. The softness of the peaches almost made her heart attack. She kicked her legs violently and straightened her body. Jiang Nan pulled the quilt to cover her whole body, leaving only her head exposed. outside.

The electronic clock beside the bed emits weak fluorescence, and there is no light source other than that. Staring at the darkened and unfamiliar ceiling, Jiang Nan was in a daze, silently.

This self-emptying continued until the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone directly on her dry and reddish eyes through the unclosed curtains. It was 33:[-], Jiang Nan lifted the quilt and walked through garbage bags all over the place. The living room entered the bathroom again.

Washing hands, washing face, brushing teeth, staring at herself in the mirror who suddenly became too beautiful for a minute or two, Jiang Nan smiled at herself, somewhat reluctantly but finally smiled, then she picked up the comb to straighten out A few raised bristles on his head.

The girl's hair is light blonde, soft and silky and draped over her shoulders, but there is a black patch on the top of her head, which is obviously not natural but has been highlighted.

"Needs to be fixed," she murmured.

Hair color affects other people's first judgment. She wants to be considered a quiet girl rather than a blonde hottie.

Well, actually Jiang Nan prefers black, long and straight.

Of course, this is something to do later, pushing open the bathroom door and seeing the mess in the room, Jiang Nan took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

Now, she has to take care of the whole house.

One bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, with a roughly estimated area of ​​more than [-] square meters. It is obviously spacious enough for a single apartment. Although the room is messy, it is only neglected, and various items are placed randomly, which makes people feel a little suffocated.

asphyxia......

Jiang Nan went to the window and pushed it open to feel the cool breeze for a while, then cleaned up a dozen buckets of instant noodles on the table, half-eaten chips, hamburger wrappers, tampons and a series of garbage on the floor, folded the bedding and After wiping the furniture and mopping the floor, it took about four to ten minutes to finally tidy up everything neatly and beautifully.

After finishing all this, she frowned and shook her arms.

In the process of tidying up the room, the heavy boobs kept shaking, which brought her a lot of obstacles. The soreness on her shoulders reminded her to take a piece of rough underwear from the closet to fix the plump peach——her closet Only dirty underwear inside.

But she's not ready yet.

What haven't you done yet?It's time to accept reality, Jiang Nan sighed.

Life is like rape, she has no way to resist, and this is what she realized during the nearly three hours lying on the bed.

With her delicate and charming face blushing, biting her lower lip tightly, Jiang Nan stuffed the black engraved hood over the neckline of her pajamas, fumbled with the back of her hands to fasten the buttons and then returned to the front to adjust the position. Everything was unbelievably simple , only her heart throbbed, as if mocking her for being unbearable at the moment.

Huh~, Jiang Nan sighed again, the number of times she sighed in just a few hours may have exceeded the sum of the previous year.

So she decided not to sigh anymore after this.

The kitchen is in the living room. There is a refrigerator in the corner, with double doors and a rough stone panel. After opening, the light immediately illuminates the four areas.

Beer, cocktails and a few boxes of chicken feet, no milk, no vegetables and no fruits, the original owner is a homeless person who relies on fast food and takeaway for a living, Jiang Nan knew this early on during the cleaning process.

He took out a can of beer from it, it was cold to the touch, he changed hands twice while holding it, Jiang Nan put it on the low table in the living room.

There was a sofa beside the table, but Jiang Nan still pushed the table away, knelt down and lay his head on the table, and turned the beer bottle to the back of it.

"Product Type: Fermented Wine, Origin: Japan."

The product introduction is full of Japanese, but Jiang Nan can read it fluently and use Japanese.

The human soul carries the memories of the past, and enters the girl's body inexplicably. Jiang Nan has not obtained the memory of the original owner, but the words and language may be stored in other places in the brain and have not been brought by the girl's soul. Let's go, so that Jiang Nan has not learned Japanese but still masters such basic skills.

She can read, read, and write, which is a good thing, at least she doesn't have to learn a foreign language again.

That's right, when she woke up she was no longer in the Celestial Dynasty, but in the Far East Neon, with a new girl's body, she had to start a new life.

Jiang Nan wanted to sigh, but she held back when she thought that she had sworn not to sigh for a new life again.

Open the beer and take a sip. The flavor of Neon beer is slightly different from that of domestic wine. The faint bitterness enters the throat. Ha sound.

After splashing the half bottle of beer on the table, she got up and walked into the bedroom to take out a blank notebook and put it on the table.

She could feel the warmth of her skin, the freshness of the morning breeze, the pain of her hands and the alcohol of the wine. What she was experiencing at this moment was undoubtedly a real life. She didn't know whether this situation would last forever, But as far as common sense is concerned, she has to think long term.

Picking up the pen and spinning it between Qing Cong's fingers, Jiang Nan turned the book to the second page, and wrote the word "name" in Chinese on the first line.

Now, she has to understand herself as soon as possible, and understand the girl's previous life.

Chapter 3. One left and one right

Suddenly having a new body and starting a new life, Jiang Nan decided to record his basic information in a notebook.

It is not a superficial form of "who keeps a diary if an honest person" writes limited things on paper and buryes more emotions and emotions in the heart. The process of writing is also a process of sorting out, presenting everything about the new body on paper Duan can help Jiang Nan understand herself and "her" more clearly.

More importantly, this can make Jiang Nan's heart calmer.

In the process of tidying up the room, Jiang Nan had already piled up all the things she found that could help her sort out "her" past life on the sofa.

first of all......

The original owner's wallet is very girly, with a Hello Kitty printed on the pink leather armor, so childish that people want to shake their heads.

Not only thinking but also doing, shaking his head, Jiang Nan took out a driver's license from it.

Neon does not have an ID card. Sometimes the driver's license will temporarily replace part of the ID card's functions. Naturally, some basic information will also be printed on it. On it, you can see the girl's name—Sayuri Fukada.

Jiang Nan chuckled.

Well~, forgive Jiang Nan, maybe she has watched too many unscrupulous little movies, and the first time she saw the surname Fukada, she thought of that teacher.

It's just a surname, so the association is a bit far-fetched.

After all, if you really want to say that, you can also associate some with the name Sayuri, and there are only a few common names and surnames in neon, and you will laugh at it. After all, Jiang Nan's thoughts are too filthy, and it is really a sin.

However, now I look much better than them.

It's a little smelly, Jiang Nan thought.

In the bathroom, I have already looked at my beautiful appearance enough. In all fairness, even if the self-centeredness and the automatic beauty effect of the human brain in the mirror are excluded, the girl named Sayuri Fukada can still be called a national-level beauty.

In more precise terms it is...

That is, if she is willing to go to sea now, she can easily earn more than the most popular teachers now.

Of course, the answer to this question is definitely not willing, Jiang Nan is unwilling to spoil herself and the poor body of Sayuri Fukada who was replaced by her.

Everything in the future is unknown. If one day the girl’s soul can return to this body, Jiang Nan hopes that she can see a positive, self-respecting self-love and a well-maintained innocent body. For this reason, she will not engage in any betrayal Body-for-pay work, never!

Boring, emmmmm, perhaps it should be said that the interesting daydream ends here. Jiang Nan wrote his name, Fukada Sayuri, on the back of the name column on the paper, and then fell back heavily, closing his eyes and almost thinking again To sigh.

This is the first time she has discovered that sometimes it takes courage to just write down the name, just like now.

After thinking about so many interesting and boring things, I finally relaxed my mind and started to write, but when the last stroke fell, Jiang Nan couldn't help but stroke through helplessness, sadness, sadness and other emotions mixed together. Complicated feelings.

Things have no meaning in themselves, but people give meaning to them artificially.

Now she is filling out the resume of her life. After writing, she will no longer be Jiang Nan, but Fukada Sayuri.

After a while, Sayuri opened her eyes and continued to outline her past "self" from various materials at hand.

The information is still obtained from the driver's license, and the age is 22 years old, which is able to drink. Of course, this age can also be married, at least in the past. Now Sayuri thinks that the possibility of being able to do this is very slim.

She really can't accept being in a relationship with a man, no matter how good the man is and how Yasasi is.

Perhaps the worst result in future relationships is to be alone, but the best result...

Smiling, Sayuri wrote down the three big characters of sexual orientation on the third line, and the word filled in was naturally "female".

After thinking about it, she used the black screen of her mobile phone to reflect her pretty face, and Sayuri ticked off the original answer and filled it with "beautiful girl".

She is so beautiful now, it would be a shame not to find someone who is equally beautiful.

Sayuri continued to pick up information from the driver's license after such self-indulgence. After the date of birth, the only thing that could be picked up was the address. However, considering that the driver's license was issued two years ago, the address information is not Not necessarily accurate, put down the pen holder, Sayuri took the phone.