“That’s right.”
Under the blazing sun, Sakaki Makoto agreed to Miss Miyano's proposal and was about to throw away the stick in his hand...
Suddenly, I saw a line of small words written on the top of the stick:
【Thank you for your patronage】
"Depend on!"
Sakaki Makoto was so angry that he threw the stick into the trash can at the entrance of the convenience store:
"Bai TM is happy!"
"Do you still want to eat?"
Miss Miyano took out a few coins:
"Just buy more. If someone sees you like this, they'll think I'm abusing you..."
"No, I'm not that interested in ice cream."
Pushing his dark sunglasses, Sakaki Makoto said calmly:
"I just simply enjoy the thrill of winning."
"oh?"
Miss Miyano blinked:
"Do you like any award?"
"Not necessarily. It depends on the probability. It's like a roadside lottery. The consolation prize is a pack of tissues. If you win, you won't feel anything. But if you win the grand prize of a three-day trip to the Maldives, you'll be very happy."
"Then you might as well buy a lottery ticket."
"Hey, you know what, I actually had a similar thought, buying a lottery ticket and winning the jackpot, but only after you buy it will you realize... the winner is always someone else, not you."
"That's right. Someone has done the math. The chance of winning a 6+1 combination lottery ticket is about one in 20 million. With such a low probability, there's no point in rounding it off."
Hearing this...
Sakaki glanced at his girlfriend in surprise and asked:
"You are a science student who pays the most attention to science. Logically, you don't believe in things like probability. Why are you discussing this with me today?"
"No, just talking casually."
"Wait a minute..."
Sakaki Makoto stopped, took out his notebook, looked at the date, calculated in his mind for a moment, and breathed a sigh of relief.
He is so smart that he would never miss any details, including...
Certain aspects.
Miss Miyano folded her arms and stood aside, looking at him with a half-smile:
"Is that all?"
"That's it... What are you doing? Am I that kind of person?"
Sakaki Makoto said anxiously:
"Go to the ward office tomorrow and submit your application!"
"We have money now. You have 50 million yuan, and I have saved a little bit too. It's more than enough for the wedding!"
"Yes, yes, let's get down to business."
The Takeda convenience store is not far from Makoto Sakaki's house, just down the hill, only a 15-minute walk away.
At 2:50 p.m., Makoto Sakaki and Miss Miyano returned home. As soon as they entered the door, they heard the buzzing sound of a vacuum cleaner coming from the house.
After exchanging glances, Makoto Sakaki and Miss Miyano put on their shoes and came to the living room.
Takenaka Momoe has put on the cleaning staff's work clothes, a mask and a hood, with only a pair of eyes exposed. She is wrapped tightly and is now pushing a vacuum cleaner to clean the carpet.
The footsteps behind her attracted her attention. After turning off the vacuum cleaner, she took off her mask and said:
"Ah, you're back. I've already finished cleaning upstairs and just started on the first floor. It'll probably take until evening to finish."
"Ms. Takenaka, have you had lunch?"
Sakaki Makoto asked with a smile.
"have eaten."
Baihui Takenaka pointed at the trash can with her right hand and held the vacuum cleaner tightly with her left hand:
"I bought tuna rice balls at the convenience store."
"Didn't you bring a lunch?"
Sakaki Makoto asked again.
According to his understanding, 90% of Japanese, especially those of Takenaka Momoe's age, are accustomed to preparing a bento when traveling far away, and rarely go to convenience stores.
Takenaka Momoe has her period twice a month for more than ten years. It has become a part of her daily life. Even if she doesn't prepare a bento, she should prepare lunch in advance.
What's more, she is a single mother with three children. Since she will be out all day, shouldn't she prepare breakfast for her children in advance?
Sakaki Makoto suspects...
Her motives for going to the convenience store were not pure.
"There wasn't much left from dinner last night, so I packed it all for the kids' lunch..."
Baihui Takenaka seemed to see Sakaki's sincerity, licked her lips and said:
"I can just eat whatever I want, but I can't let the child suffer..."
"So that's how it is. Maybe I misunderstood. Please continue cleaning."
Leaving Takenaka Momoe alone to clean the living room, Sakaki Makoto and Miss Miyano returned to the bedroom on the third floor, closed the door, and whispered:
"She has a problem."
“I think it’s normal...”
Miss Miyano said blankly:
"A single mother prepares breakfast for her child and forgets about herself. What's wrong with that?"
“It’s not about breakfast!”
Sakaki Makoto frowned, recalling Takenaka Momoe's every move after meeting her:
"When we were talking just now, although she appeared calm, she was very nervous inside. This is a strong contrast. When ordinary people see a gun, their first reaction is definitely to be shocked. But Takenaka Momoe is different. She doesn't care about MK23. Instead, she focuses on us. Do you understand what I mean?"
"You mean..."
Miss Miyano was surprised:
"For her, guns are not rare things. Our true identity is what she cares about?"
“That’s right!”
With a snap, Sakaki Makoto snapped his fingers and said seriously:
"Buying rice balls can be planned in advance. The identity of a cleaning staff is her best cover!"
"But...but she is just a single mother..."
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