Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Hagi is online
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The good news is that the clerk didn't have to worry about it for long, because Mo Shiyu discovered it himself when he was checking out.
He grabbed the off-shoulder miniskirt and looked at it in confusion for a long time. Finally, he suddenly realized what was going on and told the checkout lady with a red face that he had taken the wrong item.
The checkout lady suppressed a smile and said it was okay, then considerately asked, "Do you want to check it again?"
Mo Shiyu nodded repeatedly.
In order not to take up space in the queue, he moved his clothes aside, then held his pile of clothes and struggled to find the labels one by one.
A hilarious laugh came from behind me.
Mo Shiyu turned around and saw the handsome and elegant young man standing behind him looking at him with a smile in his eyes.
"Oh, sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to laugh."
The young man reacted and waved his hand apologetically, his peach blossom eyes filled with kindness.
"I just thought your reaction was cute, no negative connotations whatsoever."
Oh my god. Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment.
Isn't this, isn't this that guy?
"It doesn't matter." He shook his head quickly.
"Let me help you." Seeing that both his hands were filled with clothes, Kenji Hagiwara naturally helped him take some of it and shared some of the pressure.
You can tell at first glance that this is someone who is used to helping others.
Mo Shiyu said awkwardly, "Thank you."
"Little brother, I see you don't seem to buy clothes often? Is this the same uniform you've been wearing?"
Looking at his young face, Hagiwara Kenji thought about the recent start of the school year and made a simple deduction. "Are you preparing for the start of university?"
Yes, that's right. It's a uniform, but not a student uniform.
Mo Shiyu touched his burning face, lowered his eyes, his heart beating fast, "Are you... a detective? You figured it out so quickly."
Hagiwara Kenji curled his eyes and smiled, "No."
He kept it a secret, "I am Mr. Detective's partner who is holding him back."
Mo Shiyu couldn't help but laugh, "Mr. Policeman."
"Bingo." said Kenji Hagiwara.
Mo Shiyu relaxed a little unconsciously.
Kenji Hagiwara is very approachable. No matter how wary a person is, they will involuntarily let down their guard in front of him.
Kenji Hagiwara helped Mo Shiyu check his clothes.
After a moment, the police officer hesitantly picked up a Tom and Jerry jacket with his left hand and a pair of sequined jeans with his right hand, staring at them silently for a while.
What to do? He simply couldn't imagine the gloomy and beautiful young man with long gray hair next to him going out wearing a cat and mouse jacket covered in sequins.
Hagiwara Kenji put down his clothes and spoke as tactfully as possible.
"...Little brother, I don't think all of these clothes are suitable for you."
Mo Shiyu looked at him in confusion, "Really?"
Hagiwara Kenji nodded seriously, "Maybe I can help you take a look."
He must save this child's fashion sense!
"Wouldn't this be too much trouble..."
"No, it's okay."
Kenji Hagiwara walked around and quickly picked out a white T-shirt for Mo Shiyu to wear as an inner layer, a gray and white patchwork shirt jacket as an outer layer, and beige loose wide-leg pants, and pushed Mo Shiyu into the fitting room.
When he came out, Kenji Hagiwara nodded with satisfaction.
That's right.
Mo Shiyu pulled at his clothes and looked at the young man in the mirror. In a trance, he seemed to see himself two years ago.
"How is it?" Hagiwara Kenji asked complacently.
Mo Shiyu's eyelids twitched a few times, and he nodded continuously, "It looks good, really good."
Hagiwara Kenji said, "As long as you like it."
The more Mo Shiyu looked at it, the more he liked it. He unscrupulously threw away the ugly clothes he had chosen and moved towards Hagiwara Kenji's aesthetic.
"Thank you, Officer."
Hagiwara Kenji smiled, "My name is Hagiwara Kenji, just call me by my name."
"Mr. Hagiwara." Mo Shiyu followed naturally, "My name is..."
As he was speaking, he suddenly seemed to be stunned and his voice became smaller and smaller.
Hagiwara Kenji looked at him, his eyes paused slightly.
“…My name is Mo Shiyu.”
Mo Shiyu said hesitantly.
He hadn't heard this name from his own mouth for so long that it felt strange when he said it.
He even began to wonder, was this his name, or someone else's?
If it was his, why had no one ever called him that for so long?
No, this is my name, Mo Shiyu said to himself, it’s mine.
He repeated this in his mind several times before he suppressed the anxiety and panic that suddenly surged up and was about to swallow him up.
"Shiyu."
Hagiwara Kenji read along with some difficulty, his peach blossom eyes curved, "So you are Chinese?"
Mo Shiyu looked at him and smiled, "Well, I'm here to study abroad."
Hagiwara Kenji was really surprised this time, "Xiaoshiyu, your Japanese is really good."
"Yeah."
Mo Shiyu was very proud when talking about this, "I have been learning it for a long time. I can't tell the difference between me and the locals."
"I can't tell," Hagiwara Kenji praised him generously. "If you hadn't said it, I would have thought you were from Tokyo."
Mo Shiyu also made a joke, "It seems that the detective's partner is not omnipotent."
Hagiwara Kenji couldn't help but laugh.
"Xiao Shiyu, nice to meet you." He said in his naturally intimate voice.
"Me too, Mr. Hagiwara." Mo Shiyu said, "Thank you for helping me pick out clothes."
Kenji Hagiwara said goodbye to Mo Shiyu, but when he turned around, his brows were slightly furrowed.
Mo Shiyu watched Hagiwara Kenji leave, then happily went to check out, holding the clothes chosen for him by the police officer.
Before checking out, he saw a female clerk who was looking at him with a gratified look for some reason.
Mo Shiyu was puzzled. What happened?
This young lady was the shop assistant who had just watched Mo Shiyu pick out women's clothing. At this moment, she smiled on the surface, but was very happy in her heart.
That’s great! Thank you to the kind handsome guy for helping the beautiful lady with not so good taste to pick out clothes!
Thanks, handsome guy! Sizzle sizzle!
Thank you, beautiful lady!
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Mo Shiyu paid the bill and went out with the bag.
He saw a bookstore in the mall, so he went in and bought some notebooks, pencils, pens and other study tools.
In fact, college students use computers more often for study, and it is also more convenient for making PPTs and writing papers.
Thinking of this, Mo Shiyu spent a lot of money to go to the Apple store and buy a laptop, a tablet, and a capacitive stylus.
This trip cost about 300,000 yen, plus the tuition fees that had to be paid soon, the cost of going to university has reached nearly one million, not counting living expenses and accommodation costs.
But Mo Shiyu didn't feel bad at all. The money should be spent. Anyway, he had more than enough money in his card to spend.
When you work in an organization, you will get enough money, not to mention other benefits.
After completing his purchases, Mo Shiyu decided to go back. He walked towards the elevator and prepared to go to the parking lot on the underground floor.
Today is the weekend, and there are a lot of people in the mall. It seems that a star is about to come for a book signing event. As time goes by, more and more people come. Mo Shiyu walks against the flow of people, and it is extremely difficult.
After finally squeezing into a relatively empty space, Mo Shiyu quickly squeezed out of the crowd, ran to the side, and gasped exhaustedly while holding his pile of bags.
This is horrible! Is this what it's like to chase stars?
Just as Mo Shiyu was looking at the crowd in despair, a cautious and autistic voice came from behind him.
"Hello..."
Mo Shiyu subconsciously looked back.
There are too many people here and it's too noisy. If he didn't have good hearing, he would never be able to hear the mosquito-like buzzing sound.
When he turned around, Mo Shiyu discovered that there was a boy hiding behind him who was half a head shorter than him, and the voice came from him.
He was wearing a mask and a hat, with a pair of sunglasses hanging on his shirt. The hat was pulled very low, revealing a few strands of black hair under the brim, making his skin look even colder and whiter.
He stood there pitifully, his lips slightly red, like moist cherries, but turned down nervously.
"I, I'm lost." He spoke in a low, timid voice, but his voice was pleasant. "Can I ask which way the elevator leads?"
…
Mo Shiyu looked at the boy who had his hat almost pulled down to the tip of his nose.
Could he really see clearly in front of him like this? This thought suddenly occurred to Mo Shiyu.
But he quickly suppressed this impolite speculation.
"I want to go to the elevator too. I'll take you there." Mo Shiyu pointed to the other side of the crowd. "It's in that direction."
The young man looked in the direction of his finger, and saw the huge crowd pushing forward in the middle, "..."
They both fell silent for a second.
So scary!
Mo Shiyu smiled and said, "Are you ready?"
The boy uttered a soft "eh," "What?"
Mo Shiyu gently grasped the boy's wrist through his sleeve and said, "I'll take you there to prevent you from getting separated. Sorry for the rudeness."
The warmth from his wrist made the boy's face flush red. He looked down at the hand holding his and only had time to nod randomly before the person in front of him pulled him into the crowd.
It was not pleasant to swim upstream, as the crowd kept pushing forward. The boy had no choice but to follow Mo Shiyu closely, holding his hat tightly with one hand while instinctively holding Mo Shiyu with the other.
With his vision pushed down extremely low by the hat, he saw the long smoky gray hair swaying gently in front of his eyes. Some cold hair touched his arm and quickly flowed away.
The boy really wanted to look up at Mo Shiyu, but in the end he held back. He lowered his head and followed Mo Shiyu forward with a gesture of complete trust.
Mo Shiyu dragged the boy to the elevator after much difficulty. The elevator was still so crowded that it was about to burst. Amidst the clamor, he turned around and asked loudly, "Which floor are you going to?"
The boy nervously pulled his hand, "666th floor!"
That means going up.
Mo Shiyu wants to go to the underground floor, he wants to go down.
There were crowds of people in front of the elevator, everyone was pushing to get in, and it was impossible to tell whether the elevator was going up or down.
Mo Shiyu didn't care anymore. When he saw an elevator door open, he found the right moment and pulled the boy in.
Let’s go in first!
After entering the elevator, Mo Shiyu discovered that the elevator was going up. He saw that someone had already pressed the sixth floor button, so he ignored it.
Anyway, after this elevator reaches a high floor, it will eventually go down, so you can just press the button for the basement floor then.
Mo Shiyu held the boy with one hand and carried the computer, tablet, clothes and other things he bought with the other hand. His hands were really sore, so he let go of the boy, adjusted his position, and carried his bag with both hands.
After the boy was released, he didn't say anything, but just moved closer to Mo Shiyu and stood quietly behind him.
After reaching the sixth floor, Mo Shiyu wanted to turn around and say goodbye to the boy, but unexpectedly, everyone in the elevator rushed out like zombies.
Mo Shiyu was being squeezed out in fear and turned back, "..."
No, wait! I'm not on this floor! Wait, elevator man, don't close the door!
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