Chapter 77 The morning after, London, I woke up and my muscles relaxed...

Logos, that broken key, continues to simulate dreams. It's increasingly deviating from Shiho's original intention (beware of temptation!).

A luxury apartment in London.

Today's simulation world theme is (bushi):

#When scientists sleep in capitalists' beds

#Shiho: Dreams can continue, dates must go on

#“You are mine now”, this sentence was said in front of the French window

The early morning sunlight penetrates the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft light on Chris's bedroom like a classical Renaissance oil painting.

A master of light and shadow, a master of atmosphere. This is classic atmospheric lighting for a romantic backstage scene! Camera, please pan 360 degrees, slow pan, and play "La Vie En Rose" for background music!

Shiho woke up, and her scientist brain instinctively recorded the details: the touch of the high-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets, the elegant fragrance of Chanel No. 5 perfume, and the arm draped around her waist, its muscles relaxed but still beautiful.

Scientists start doing physics experiments the first second after waking up: fragrance diffusion + tactile feedback + force = the combined force formula of love.

Shiho Miyano, “a woman who also does scientific research in bed.”

Are all scientists so detail-oriented? The double blessing of the sheets and perfume here, this simulation, the details are meticulously crafted, a true achievement both materially and spiritually. And those arms of Bayley—wow, 100% aesthetically pleasing! #Detail-obsessedWarning# The soft trap of high-thread-count sheets

You wake up not because you woke up from a dream, but because you hugged too tightly. (Classic literary line warning)

It's a very sci-fi yuri world. The morning after, the three elements are: premium fabrics, luxury perfume, and the weapon (an arm). This is a perfect example of material semiotics, a capitalist queen's abundance.

The Grand Prize of Material Semiotics, written in academic terms: "The Capitalist Atmosphere and the Construction of Intimacy in Spatial Narratives"

Perfume is not perfume, it is an extension of power; bed sheets are not bed sheets, they are the boundaries of identity; arms are not arms, they are a sign that "you can't run away."

However, after all the fierce struggles between the two of them in front of the French window...being attacked, counterattacked, and then defeated, how could this dream continue?

That's Oscar-nominated-level action with full-on fighting and high emotions, so cool!

[Leaving behind the key words and running away: Miyano Shiho's counterattack failed. ]

And then the morning after this incident, it seamlessly connected to the date between science princess Shiho Miyano and actress Chris after the opera?

The plot jumps so smoothly that it feels like watching a short video - one second you're on a window pane, and the next second you're on a date at the opera house the next day! #PlotStitchingMaster# Short video-style love rhythm

As expected, someone with an IQ of 180 is different. Even after being interrupted by a fierce battle and a failed counterattack, he was still able to continue.

Ordinary people, when their love is interrupted, they just emo, Miyano Shiho, with an IQ of 180, just save and load and continue to be sweet. #High IQ Sustain Life Flow #Save & Load Love School

Scientist's brain: breakpoint memory + emotion cache + automatic dream continuation, too powerful.

It is known that the IQ difference between an average person and the smartest dog is a few dozen. The IQ difference between an average person and Miyano Shiho is also a few dozen.

Question: From a scientific IQ perspective, what is the difference between how Shiho looks at an average person with an IQ of around 110 and how an average person looks at their own dog?

This may be the philosophical question of Conan's world. Sisters, it turns out that in Shiho's eyes, we may really just be... #Human Observation Notes#Scientific Perspective Love Brain

Multiple Choice Questions

Q: What is Shiho’s inner thoughts when she looks at ordinary people?

A. "Well, she's a cute pet who does silly things occasionally."

B. "What you said is very interesting. Although the logic is not sound, I laughed at it."

C. "This human being needs scientific transformation."

D. "I want to protect them, even though I'm not very smart."

In short, an IQ of 180 is amazing. Can she even dream of continuing the innocent dating plot? Only in the car scene did Bayonetta's villainous queen attributes come to light? #逆派御姐业务时#IQcarrythewhole

Sister Bei is usually "elegant + scheming", but when she gets to bed, she switches to "control + punishment" mode. The contrast is amazing! Sister is so good!

Last night, in the darkness of a feverish dream, she had revealed far more than she had expected, though it hadn't touched her limits. Yet, as if by magic, Chris had unearthed something that even Shiho herself hadn't noticed...the physical truth of her body and preferences.

"Hasn't touched her bottom line" = She's already testing the waters! A sister knows where your bottom line is and won't cross it, only teasing you to the point of wanting more.

"You thought you were calm, but you were manipulated until your legs went weak" live recording.

"The physical truth of preference", well, a physics experiment in bed, reasonable.

Miyano Shiho's final thesis on love psychology: The awakening of hidden desires and the reshaping of self-cognition.

This scene is probably the [Morning Lily Breath Record] of top actress Chris x science girl Shiho.

It tells us that lesbianism is not just about being fresh and clean, it can also have capital, technology, overwhelming IQ, scientific research in bed, dream continuation, muscular lines and Chanel No. 5.

#Yuri literature details control ecstasy#Shiho dreams without losing connection#The queen of the screen loves without martial ethics#Women on top of women are more fragrant

Shiho, upon waking up:

A. Run away immediately, it’s too shameful (and then hit the French window);

B. Calmly analyze last night's data, study the lines of Bayley's arms, feel the charm of physics, and record it for a paper;

C. secretly watch her sleeping, then pretend to still be asleep;

D. Kiss her right back and go back to sleep.

Shiho remembered last night, the wind was very strong, rustling in the snow in London.

The wind is strong, the snow is heavy, the air pressure is low, and love is frequent.

The snow in London is no longer pure, having been polluted by the pink atmosphere of the lilies of adult girls. Other people's love words are "I love you", theirs are "Your variables interfere with my entire life path."

She only remembered that her kiss fell on her shoulder, with a little trembling and tenderness.

Zooming in: The shoulder kiss, a classic yuri literary classic. While claiming to be unmoved, the body has already honestly betrayed the organization's creed.

She didn't want to recall what happened later. She only knew that in the middle of the night, when the two men came to the bed, she could no longer stand.

Classic code of a certain Jiang: "Unwilling to recall" = remember very clearly but embarrassed to say; "unable to stand firm" = you know the cryptic description, a double blow of physical fatigue + psychological shaking.

She looked at her wrist and found that there was no red mark left.

Capturing microscopic details, the daily routine of a love-brained person is: “Is she being gentler? Is she feeling sorry for me? Is she… wuwuwu!”

There are no red marks on the wrist, and the tenderness is more meaningful than words.

Yes, Shirley, the first thing in the morning is not "kissing and cuddling" but "checking your skin condition." The romance of a science and engineering lily.

Vermouth's skills are indeed... not bad.

A two-hundred-year-old driver is starting a business, giving equal weight to theory and practice. Ten thousand words of showing off are omitted here.

When researchers talk about "skills", they usually mean standardized operations, precise procedures, and a balance between gentleness and efficiency.

"You think too loudly." Chris whispered against her shoulder, her voice a little hoarse.

The two female protagonists use "subtextual telegrams" to communicate their feelings to each other. Behind the lines is "Your heart is all about me", but the words are also sarcastic.

"It's an occupational hazard," Shiho replied, curling her lips. "But I guess you didn't fall asleep at all."

The professional banter begins, with cyber bickering in bed.

For the straight-forward, mutually thorny lily, what she gets is not gentleness, but predation between geniuses.

This is not an "occupational disease", it is a high-risk emotional behavior of "trying to remain absolutely rational while in love".

Straightforwardness defeats tsundereness. This is the showdown of the century between APTX4869 and Absinthe. A simultaneous recording can be sent to Beika Town, ensuring the Junior Detectives establish an "Adult Group Observation Society" overnight.

Chris propped herself up on one elbow. For someone who had toiled all night, she looked incredibly energetic.

Chapter 2 of "Organizational Love Behavior Analysis": How to infer the intensity of nighttime exercise based on the morning state.

"Energetic" = "You can't tell I'm tired, but I know you're weak." A high-IQ confrontation by the pillow.

Vermouth, the hardworking model, works extra hours on the night shift and still has a natural energy buff. A spirited woman is never afraid of "strain damage," but only of her partner not being responsive.

"Oh? Why do you think so?"

The double-faced actress asked questions, and every word seemed to be a psychological warfare. Chris said: I neither admit nor deny, you define me.

The POI system in the romance is online, and both parties are building behavioral portraits of each other. (POI, the yuri tears of the era, give me back a happy ending!)

"Your breathing pattern never truly enters deep sleep. This is just the first lesson in observation for a biological science career."

A perfect example of the fusion of a love-driven mind and a scientific mindset. While other people might ask, "What are you thinking about?" Shiho's answer is, "I've even mapped your breathing spectrum."

It’s the science student’s version of a love letter: “I’ve been observing you for a long time.”

Miyano Shiho, a woman who even uses Fourier transform analysis to analyze her breathing patterns when flirting, might want to order a copy of "A Guide to the Compatibility of Romantic and Scientific Brains" overnight.

Others communicate physically in bed, but she collects data in bed.

A spy versus a spy. One pretends to sleep to measure breathing, the other feigns sleep to listen to heartbeats. Such gusto would put the FBI's wiretapping team to shame.

FBI: We are in the intelligence business, and they are in the entertainment business.

Professional espionage is no match for amateur romance; the organization is full of hidden drama queens. "Spy Play: London Special."

After hearing this, Chris chuckled and said, "Ah, my sweetheart, has anyone ever told you that your pillow talk skills...need to be improved?"

Bayonetta, this line is of the sweet and humiliating type, and the main point is that you don’t understand romance but I am obsessed with it.

A century-old fox, with thorns in his mouth, sweet but not greasy, and positively diss love skills.

"Normally, I wouldn't stay and listen to pillow talk," Shiho said.

"I'm making an exception just for you," he says, but his actions show it on his face. When a veteran meets a clever kid, the plot is in turmoil.

Her self-exposure to unusual behavior showed that she had unknowingly broken her own rules. The dangerous man had a weak spot, and Lily began to take real action.

“That’s not usually the case” = “You’re the only one.”

The most classic transition sentence in the world of tsundere, take some high concentration to release it.

They don't say "I love you", but every sentence they say is: "You are my exclusive research subject."

Translation: Rule 3 of the Tsundere Code of Conduct for the Organization's Fugitive Chief Scientist: You can spend the night together, but you cannot admit to dating.

"That's right." Chris's fingers lingered lazily on Shiho's soft shoulders. "I think you probably... don't."

This finger trajectory may be more complicated than the route map drawn by the FBI when tracking Mihua.

At this moment, Shiho's cell phone, which was placed on the floor, began to vibrate, tearing a hole in the tranquility that had remained in the early morning.

The sudden ringing of the bell was like someone had roughly ripped away the magic of intimacy that enveloped them in the morning.

On the floor, scattered around were the clothes of the two people.

"Work call?" Chris asked casually.

Shiho had already swiftly picked up her phone and quickly glanced at the screen.

Besides Shirley, the only other person who can quickly switch back to work mode afterward is Bayonetta. The difference is that one looks at the antidote data, while the other looks at the assassination list.

"I'm afraid that might be the case." Shiho's pretty face quickly covered with her usual calm professionalism. "I have to catch a flight."

Scientific Researcher's Sage Time: From making out to booking a plane ticket, it only takes one second, breaking the 3.5-second sniper preparation record held by cousin Shuichi Akai.

"Oh? What a coincidence, me too." Chris stretched out lazily, letting the thin blanket slide off. The traces of ambiguous battle on her shoulders clearly revealed the intense lovemaking of last night. "Going to Tokyo, isn't that a coincidence?"

What a clever word! This might even be more accurate than Conan's anesthetic needle. This could be nominated for the Beika Town Best Strategic Deployment of the Year Award.

Shouldn't there be a smoke effect where the thin blanket slipped? If the three kids saw this, it would probably trigger a tremor in the pupils of the Junior Detectives.

Shiho was bending down to pick up her skirt, and she paused when she heard this: "How did you guess that?"

The word "Tokyo" crashes like a raging wave. Shura Field reservations: The chocolate cake at the Doctor's House is still warm, the gunshot at the Beido Hotel is still fresh, and the almond cake at the Rice Flower Town is still intact. What a classic Rice Flower trio.

"Intuition. You have this... well, how should I put it, this air of wandering between different worlds."

Goodness, these days, flirting involves time travel? Sis, why not just say, "The dimensional wall of my sister's Logos Key has cracked inside me."

Chris's beautiful face and smile seemed to become increasingly meaningful. "Besides, I have a commercial to shoot in Tokyo next week. Maybe we can continue this...in-depth cultural exchange?"

"Regarding the sudden need for body painting for an advertisement shoot", "Is this communication serious?", the thousand-layer routine of the older fishing system.

The teasing was clearly evident in the words, like perfume, floating gently in the air of London's luxury apartment, alluring, or perhaps, poisonous.

"On the Practical Application of 100% Pheromone Matching", is my sister's perfume the Rice Flower Road?

Reason told Shiho that she should refuse, walk away, and attribute it all to her momentary vulnerability under the influence of alcohol.

"On the Sudden Death of Reason in the Face of Beauty": A Survey Report on the Survival Rate of Contemporary Researchers Bewitched by Hollywood Beauties.jpg

But when the words came to his lips, they changed their tone: "I know there is a jazz bar in Beika Town. It's quite quiet."

"On the Nature of Humans as Fragrance Freaks," "New Clause in the Safety Code of Beika Town: No Orange-Smelling Behavior in Bars"

Beihua Town's death flag. Akai Shuichi should have passed by here with a sniper rifle (not really).

The scientist sister said no, but her body honestly sent out a date invitation. This wave is "On the Self-cultivation of Tsundere"

"Oh? That's a pleasant surprise." Chris stood up slowly, her posture lazy and indescribably elegant, not caring at all that she was clearly naked. "I like jazz."

"On the dialectics of dressing for adults", "She is anxious, she is anxious", this one gets full marks and can be applied for intangible cultural heritage

As expected, there is still room for beauty to be lost in battle.

The Queen's composure. At this moment, the screen should be filled with "Sister, kill me" barrages.

Also, you can check if jazz music is a metaphor for any dangerous contact code (push glasses)

The two began to get dressed.

Chris put on a well-tailored, expensive designer casual suit, while Shiho wore the evening gown she wore last night.

"On the Aesthetic Value of War-Damaged Dresses", "The Movie Queen's Wardrobe vs. the Working Man's Wardrobe", at this moment, there should be ASMR of clothes rubbing against each other.

During the conversation, they chatted casually about daily life, but carefully avoided the really important topics.

"Contemporary Jizai's Classic Poems: Repeatedly Testing the Edge of Danger", "Where Are You Standing?"

However, beneath the silence, some unspoken questions and hidden dangers surged between the two like an undercurrent.

"On the surface: Are we meeting at a jazz bar? Reality: Are we meeting at a marriage registry?" Orange Observer: Red Alert. Red Alert.

"Your coffee machine is made in Japan," Shiho said casually as she shared the last cup of coffee with Chris in the kitchen. "And it's a model you can't buy outside of Tokyo."

"Shocked. Is this an occupational hazard for Black Organization members?" "On how to identify targets by appliance model number." A compulsory course for winery employee training: Leeuwenhoek's reincarnation. A scientist's occupational hazard attack. Can you check if there's a hidden camera in the coffee machine? (Sudden Criminal Investigation)

"You have a good eye." Chris refilled their cups with coffee. "You always find interesting little things when you travel around the world."

I just found a small thing, and instead of putting it in my apartment in Tokyo, I had to bring it all the way to London.

"On the rhetorical device of referring to the ex as a "gadget"," "The Collector's Personality Arrives Late, But Still Arrives", Wei, Shiho, Wei.

"Where are the people? Are they considered small things?"

"Straight Ball's Thousand Layers of Routine", "She's Jealous, She's Jealous", "The Escaping Arsonist in Beika Town" is a deadly straight ball. Scientists' precise strikes. Is this something you can say?

"That depends on what kind of person they are." Chris smiled slightly, a hint of challenge in her words. "But, it's rare to find someone who can pay attention to so many details."

"About the Dimensionality Reduction Attack of Flirting Techniques", the top-level pulling copy is opened in front.

The masterclass on "How to Flirt Elegantly" begins. While seemingly discussing coffee machines, they're actually testing each other's identities.

At this moment, the morning sun pours in, revealing every detail in the apartment, and the naked sense of reality surrounds people.

"The Sudden Death of Dingdak Hikaru-kun", "On the Ultra-clear Rendering of the Aftermath by the Morning Light", the shots can be blurred.

Logically, Shiho should be upset about last night's... incompetence, or at least a little nervous. Yet, deep down, she felt an inexplicable excitement welling up in her heart, like some chemical reaction where, once the catalyst is introduced, there's no turning back.

"Modern Schrödinger's Bent Woman", "Dopamine: I Don't Take the Blame", "On the Nature of Humanity: To Die Under the Peony Flower"

"The jazz bar," Shiho said as they were about to leave, "is called Blue Hour. It's the least crowded on Thursday nights."

"On the language art of describing dating as market research", "The flag has been inserted into a hedgehog".

Daily Prophet: This Thursday, a large-scale heart-shaking incident will break out in Beika Town, and the blues of the jazz bar will eventually be filled with the sound of a fateful gunshot or a verbal battle.

Chris leaned in a little closer, her fingertips caressing, as if brushing away the nonexistent dust on Shiho's collar. "Thursday, sounds great. But I have to warn you, I'm not always what I seem."

"Same here." Shiho met her gaze, her tone steady. "That's what makes it interesting, isn't it?"

A farewell kiss, as light as a dragonfly touching the water, carries so much...expectation.

Shiho got into the waiting taxi and looked back. Chris was leaning against the upstairs window, looking at her deeply.

The actress raised the coffee cup in her hand and gestured to her.

For a split second, Shiho felt as if she had caught a subtle shift in Chris's face, like a carefully crafted Hollywood-grade mask with a corner slipping slightly.

Later, in the First Class Lounge at Heathrow Airport.

Shiho touched her lips anxiously while browsing chemical formulas on her laptop.

"Touching lips" is such an ambiguous little gesture. Where the fingertips linger, it's not lip lines, it's clearly ripples of love.

Though seemingly a calm scientist, her fingertips betray the surging spirit of a young woman. This isn't a chemical formula; it's clearly a screen, a way of concealing a faint smile on someone's lips, a way of secretly thinking about them.

A message popped up on the screen: "Be careful with these molecular structures, dear. Otherwise, people might think you're planning something dangerous. C."

The three words "dear" are like charged particles, passing through the encrypted channel and hitting the atrium. It can be renamed "Dangerous Liaisons: When Emotional Tangles Meet Red Roses and White Roses"

The "C" signature isn't a warning, it's a flirtation. A serious scientist meets a mysterious actress, and their conversation turns into a forbidden lesbian affair.

Shiho's fingers hovered over the keyboard. How did she know she was looking at a molecular formula? Perhaps she was just guessing, because that was her job, after all.

After thinking it over, she chose the familiar route and replied in classic Riddler style: "Perhaps, you're right. However, the so-called danger depends on who you're competing with."

What a great saying, “see who you’re comparing yourself to.” The romance of scientists may be to use their lives as a control group for experiments.

Scientists are playing dumb, every word a double-edged sword. The word "danger" is chewed between their teeth, as if to say: Meeting you is the biggest risk of my life. This is the ultimate tug-of-war.

Chris immediately responded: "That sounds great. See you Thursday, my dangerous little scientist."

"Dangerous Little Scientist" is a brilliant name. It could be included in Chapter 5 of "The Complete Guide to Flirting Terminology in the Gay Circle": How to Waltz on the Edge of a Knife.

The three words "See you on Thursday" can be regarded as a modern version of "Let's talk about the night rain in Bashan". The female star plays the game of playing hard to get so well that one can smell the hunter's smile through the screen.

After all, is it the scientific research danger of aptx, or is it the sister's eyes that are more flammable and explosive?

Shiho slammed her laptop shut, feeling overwhelmed.

Looking forward to it? Yes.

Hidden concerns? More.

She had experienced playing with fire many times since she was a child. After all, her life depended on walking on a tightrope by calculating risks.

But this time, it must be different from any other time.

But little do they know the classic law of yuri: they claim to be battle-hardened, but when they meet their nemesis, they instantly become innocent little white rabbits. This is not a steel wire, it is clearly a red string casually thrown by the matchmaker.

Dance Swan Lake on the tightrope.

As if knowing that there was a bottomless abyss ahead, he could not control his feet. With his eyes wide open, he walked step by step into the alluring mist called Vermouth.

You can add a neon sign to the Abyss: "Welcome to the Forbidden Garden. The oxygen content in this area is 100% hormone."

"Attention passengers flying to Tokyo, your flight XXXX is now boarding..." the broadcast voice sounded.

Shiho began packing her things, unable to contain her laughter. What the hell was going on? She, one of the organization's top scientists, was actually playing a cat-and-mouse game with an American actress, who knew how many shameful secrets she was hiding.

Scientists and actresses, what a classic spy twist on "Carol." This girl might be a part-time secret agent; check her high heels for micro-explosives.

"Ma'am, your ticket?" The professional voice of the gate attendant brought her back to reality.

"Oh, sorry, here." Shiho handed over the plane ticket and passport.

She had several passports in her hand, and this was just one of them. The organization members had basically completed the operation.

In my mind, I was still thinking about what Chris said.

Miyano Shiho, has as many passports as playing cards, but her heart only has room for one face.

While talking about masks, what you might be thinking in your heart is "When will my sister take off my mask with her own hands?"

Thursday is not far, but it is also too close.

Dr. Miyano, who uses a countdown to illustrate the progression of lovesickness, could apply for a patent for emotional physics.