17 Chapter 17
◎Why don't I do it?◎
Chapter 17 [Why don’t I do it?]
[Form Sayuri: Well, I'm not hurt, and the pain in my nose will go away soon.]
With a few cute emoticons sent by Agatsuma Sayuri, Morobushi Kagemitsu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It looked like he hadn't messed up, at least not completely.
[to Sayuri: I was too aggressive this time, I will definitely do better next time. ]
Like a reflection, and also like a guarantee, Zhu Fu Jingguang sent this message to his girlfriend, and at the same time added a task to himself.
After cleaning the cabin, Zhu Fu Jingguang used up all the remaining ingredients and made several simple meals suitable for taking away.
Just as my wife Sayuri thought, this is a small house that belongs exclusively to "Koyasu Ryo". Apart from being her boyfriend who brought her here, Morofushi Kagemitsu does not live here.
So, when Ryo Koyasu dared to suggest that my wife Sayuri take a nap on the third floor, he didn't even mix "bed" with other ambiguous things.
The "boyfriend's bed" that made the girl blush and her heart beat fast just by imagining it, her boyfriend had never slept in it once.
It must be said that these two people always seem to be very sharp in some areas and too dull in others.
[To my dear: Liang did a great job! I'm so happy and love it! (Cat happy emoji package) (Cat sticky emoji package)]
She made a bunch of expressions, covered her face to hide her shy expression, and rolled around on the bed. But before she rolled into the pile of dolls, her rationality returned and she quickly sat up.
She hadn't removed her makeup yet, so if she let it come into contact with fabric, the doll would get some of it. It wouldn't be a big deal if she took her makeup off herself if she stayed at home, but washing a doll off fabric was no easy task.
My wife, Sayuri, rushed to the bathroom, removed her wig, and faced the mirror with a hairnet wrapped around her real hair. This looked a little odd, but without the small hair in the way, it made removing her makeup much easier.
Anyway, no one can see one's own space, so Agatsuma Sayuri doesn't mind showing off her not-so-"pretty" self.
The wax used to fill her nose didn't become crooked, as Sayuri Agatsuma had worried, and the shape didn't change much. She'd only filled a small part of her nose bridge, and after scraping it off with a scraper, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference unless you compared it.
After taking off her false eyelashes and colored contact lenses, wiping off her eyebrows, blush and lipstick, and then taking off the Dinglinglang jewelry, Agatsuma Sayuri changed from the coser image that always sparkled with colorful light in front of others to an ordinary girl.
Her eyes are neither deep nor puffy, and she has double eyelids, but they are not obvious. Her nose is small and delicate, and her lips are neither thin nor thick. Her overall facial features do not conform to the current popular aesthetic, but she looks quite well-behaved.
Her lips seemed a little pale, but that was simply because she'd been wearing so much lip gloss and was used to bright colors that it was hard to adjust to them when she took them off. Just like her, her lips were just as ordinary as anyone else's.
The girl took off her hairnet, and her soft hair fell down, just reaching her shoulders.
Her natural hair is cut into simple bangs, which hide a quarter of her already small face, making it appear even smaller. Her other hair is usually left untied unless she's wearing a wig, but whenever she goes out, she wears makeup and a wig that suits her style. Even when she's not out, she strives to maintain a "perfect" look. This eliminates the opportunity to show off her real hairstyle.
Therefore, my wife Sayuri cuts her own hair. She doesn't need to go to the hairdresser on a daily basis, and she doesn't need to dye or perm her hair - she even takes care of her own wigs.
Except for basic wigs purchased online or offline, she takes care of everything else including hair cutting, dyeing and styling.
As a result, she never had the opportunity to go out without makeup. Except for the moment when she just woke up, no one had ever seen her without makeup.
If you ask those who were there at the scene where Agatsuma Sayuri was found, all they know is that a few months ago, a girl with amnesia was found, unable to speak, and was taken to the hospital by the police. But what happened next? They don't know what happened to her. Even if the person standing before them was Agatsuma Sayuri, no one could tell that she was the girl they were talking about.
My wife Sayuri is like a floating duckweed in this world, rootless and helpless. If we ignore her physical qualities and skills, people like her are the best candidates to join the illegal organization.
Of course, people like her are not people that the police or higher-level governments can fully trust.
If there is a person who has no attachment to this country, no friends or family, and no ties to the past, can faith alone really help them stay true to their original aspirations and remain consistent?
Even if he believes he can do it, others may not believe it.
Everyone has something to pursue in life. Some people want to live a more comfortable life, some want to be praised by others, some want to have fun, and some prefer beautiful women.
My wife Sayuri has gone from initially escaping life and death to now pursuing spiritual satisfaction. But even in the most impoverished times, she has never given up and has always shown her beautiful side to the world.
Looking at her ordinary self in the mirror, Agatsuma Sayuri pursed her lips, obviously dissatisfied. She moved closer to the mirror and observed the condition of her skin.
Long-term use of cosmetics requires frequent makeup removal, which can easily cause dry and flaky skin. If makeup isn't removed thoroughly, it can clog pores and cause acne.
In order to make her "adolescence" last longer, she takes great care of herself.
After washing her face with clean water for the last time, Agatsuma Sayuri wiped off the water and took off the layers of cumbersome cosplay costumes.
The dress itself wasn't overly complex; it was simply a princess dress and accessories. The dress featured a collar and a large bow at the chest, with faux gemstones set in a metal base. The belt was a double-worked, hand-embroidered piece, and a supporting frame was added to keep the bow upright.
The layered skirt of a princess dress is not made of the same layer of fabric like a cake skirt, but is formed by repeatedly overlapping several layers of pleated fabric and a supporting layer.
Not to mention, in order to make the overall figure appear curvy and graceful, Agatsuma Sayuri also added shoulder pads, chest pads, and a pair of padded leggings directly on the hips.
In other words, Zhu Fujingguang was too gentlemanly. Whenever he had "intimate contact" with her, he could feel the obvious gap between the girl's appearance and actual figure with just a hug, without having to go to such an exaggerated level as negative distance contact.
The girl took off her skirt, letting the layers of fabric fall to the ground with a dull "thump" sound.
Straighten your back, stretch your neck, and wear this skirt for a day, which is equivalent to carrying a weight all day. According to incomplete statistics, the whole skirt and accessories may weigh ten kilograms.
This does not include the thick-soled high heels that added more than ten centimeters to my wife Sayuri's height.
Agatsuma Sayuri, the mascot of the milk tea shop, works like this every day with a wig and hairstyle, but she doesn't slack off at all.
After sorting the used cosplay costumes into different categories, the parts to be washed were put into protective bags and thrown into the washing machine, and the accessories were placed into the jewelry box. The girl stretched her body and walked into the bathroom.
After these few months, my wife Sayuri has become familiar with this body. It is a little shorter than her original body, but the slender figure has saved her from body image anxiety.
Her hair is soft and smooth, just like her face, and she looks like a well-behaved person. If she were a 2D character, she would probably be someone very similar to Moruofushi Jingguang, who would be a good child who listens to teachers and elders.
This body has a very good memory. It can remember all the plots created by the theater in Agatsuma Sayuri's mind and can easily retrieve them when needed. It is an innate holy body for a comic artist and writer.
The gentle mist swept away the day's stickiness and the charming mood my wife, Sayuri, and Koyasu had been in. Stepping out of the bathroom and putting on her pajamas, she felt like a workaholic in her work clothes, her heart brimming with creative passion.
Now is a good time to write down everything you have been thinking about throughout the day.
My wife Sayuri wishes she were an octopus, with two hands to draw, two hands to write, two hands to create and edit videos, and one hand left to clean.
"Oh, right..." My wife Sayuri was busy removing her makeup and then changing clothes to take a shower. She didn't have time to say a word to Koan Ryo. Only then did she realize that she hadn't looked at her phone for a long time. She was afraid that the message she sent before removing her makeup had already been replied to.
She turned on her phone and sure enough, several unread messages were clearly visible in the middle of the screen, waiting for her to click.
What Agatsuma Sayuri didn't know was that this behavior is actually quite rare among young Japanese women. Generally speaking, for those who prefer to maintain social distance from others, replying to messages within a day is often considered efficient.
However, the above situation is between ordinary friends or other relatively unfamiliar relationships. In special relationships such as boyfriend and girlfriend, they may not be affected by this kind of social convention that is the default of society.
As for the fact that my wife Sayuri and Koyasu Ryo have known each other for a short time, if they were not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, they could be considered just ordinary friends. This fact was long forgotten in the exchange of messages between the two.
[To Sayuri: So Sayuri is a manga artist? What works are you drawing now? ]
The conversation resumed after washing up, but came to an abrupt end when Ryo Koan asked about his work.
Since Agatsuma Sayuri's last message said she was going to start painting, and her response might be slow, Morofushi Kagemitsu didn't feel left out. To be honest, even if the other person took a long time to reply to him, he couldn't tell whether it was "a long time".
After all, he was born single and had no reference points. This concept, which is generated by comparison, is more about physical sensation than real meaning.
The basic requirements for being a sniper, in addition to steady aim and accurate shooting, is also the ability to wait for a long time.
On the other side of the network, unknown to my wife Sayuri, Morofushi Keimitsu opened the door of the safe house and saw a few clumps of golden hair emerging from the corner of the kitchen wall, followed by a honey-skinned face.
Jiang Gu glanced behind Zhu Fu Jingguang, and then showed a sweet smile, "You're back."
Zhu Fu Jingguang closed the door, uttered a soft "hmm," and habitually replied, "I'm back."
He then said, "Zero, haven't you eaten yet? I made some here. It might be a little cold. Do you want to eat?"
"want!"
Fūya Rei threw back the milk and bread he had just taken out of the refrigerator, and happily took the meal from Morobushi Kagemitsu's hand.
Although he appeared to be relaxed and happy, Zhu Fujingguang could sense something was wrong from this deliberate expression.
"Is today's work tiring?"
Furuya Rei hummed as he took the rice ball from the bag and took a fierce bite, chewing the top tip completely bare. In an instant, a third of the rice ball was gone. The sauce from the filling bubbled up and smeared his cheek.
He answered with a lisp: "Not really."
I just met a few lecherous guys and got entangled with them.
He had already handed the person over to the police, so his bad mood had long been forgotten. Even when they met on the first day of the new year, he was in the mood to show off his newly learned charming smile to his friend.
Just by hearing these words from Rei Furuya, one could tell that he must have encountered something unhappy. But no one could pry open his mouth about what Rei Furuya refused to say.
Zhu Fu Jingguang could only show a helpless expression. Seeing that his friend was eating in a hurry, he skipped the topic of work and asked directly: "Is it enough? I'll make some more?"
"No, that's enough."
Fūya Rei's voice overlapped with the vibration sound of the incoming message on his cell phone. Seeing that his friend didn't need his help, Zhufu Jingguang opened his cell phone first.
The message the girl sent was a drawing she had made. On the unpainted paper, it depicted the scene of their departure tonight. He and she were so close, as if they were deeply in love.
Morofushi Kagemitsu's first reaction was not to worry about his image being painted by Agatsuma Sayuri, which would increase the risk of exposing himself, but he subconsciously curled his lips and felt the beauty in the picture.
It seemed that she was really satisfied with today's date and did not run away because she was scared by herself.
"Hey, Hiro...you and your 'girlfriend', aren't you still together?" After finishing one rice ball and taking out the next one, Rei Furuya saw his friend smiling so sweetly, and his heart couldn't help but shudder.
Although from childhood to adulthood, he, Furutani Rei, was the overly serious one between the two of them, now, as a Bourbon, he has experienced the world, while Morofushi Kagemitsu, on the other hand, has remained "naive" in his feelings.
Although everyone has received professional training, they are used to playing along in the "workplace", which is completely different from the situation where they have only received theoretical training and their targets are ordinary people.
He finished the second rice ball in a few bites, sucking his fingers as he asked, "It's been so long and I still haven't gotten any information. How about I do it?"
【Author’s words】
① Duckweed has roots, but the roots are not fixed in the soil and can float freely.
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Zero: How about I do it (ask for information)?
Jingguang:......
Jingguang (protecting his cub): (stealing someone else’s girlfriend) Are you polite?
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