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Iemo Tokugawa's smile is calm, gentle and contagious.

Qingdeng unconsciously smiled along with him.

If Qingdeng had gained anything other than eye-opening and knowledge-intensive during his micro-service visit this time, it would be a deeper understanding of the aging young monarch in front of him.

He understood a little bit why Tianzhangyuan so respected and supported Tokugawa Jiamao so unconditionally.

Just because this young man dared to leave the safe and comfortable Edo city with ease and witness the sufferings of the people today, he is more responsible than most feudal rulers in ancient and modern times.

To be honest, at first Qingdeng doubted whether Iemo Tokugawa was actually doing "going out for fun" in the name of "visiting in micro-services".

Qingdeng's doubts were gradually dispelled until he saw that Iemo Tokugawa had indeed visited Kanda, Koishikawa Health Center and other areas and facilities related to people's livelihood.

Whether Tokugawa Ieshige is a good monarch...it is not known, but what is certain is: he should be a good person...Qingdeng thought firmly.

...

...

Tokugawa Jiamao and Tianzhangin, escorted by the double sisters, headed towards Edo Castle.

Qingdeng stood where he was and watched their backs drift away.

Before Tianzhangyuan left, he did not forget to look at Qingdeng winkingly, and made a mouth-to-mouth: Please make me happy~~

Qingdeng had to admit: the charm ability of this great succubus is indeed extremely strong.

At the moment when he understood Tianzhangyuan's mouth shape, his heart beat violently several times.

Rao Qingdeng, who is considered well-informed, can hardly figure out which words and behaviors of Tianzhangyuan are joking and which words and behaviors are sincere.

Maybe there really is a so-called attribute mutual restraint in this world, and one thing subdues one thing.

And Tianzhangyuan happens to be the one who can surrender Qingdeng.

Her behavior, her every frown and smile can always touch Qingdeng's heartstrings just right.

In front of Tianzhangyuan, Qingdeng is really like a little boy who has not experienced much in the world, letting this older sister who is 6 years older than him do whatever he wants.

After a while, the figures of Tianzhangyuan and others completely disappeared from Qingdeng's field of vision.

Qingdeng turned around, ready to go home as well.

As a result, before taking a few steps, his feet stopped suddenly.

He stared at the scenery in front of his eyes in a daze.

The smoke from dinner curled up from the roofs of the row upon row of mansions, drifting towards the sky full of sunset light.

After a day's work, the townspeople flocked to the izakaya in groups; children laughed and shouted and ran to the distance; a young peddler walked past Qingdeng, dragging a cart full of goods for sale.

Looking at this scene, Qingdeng recalled the scenes and vivid lives he saw today for no reason.

The ronin of Nihonbashi, the farmers of Kanda, the poor and dirty of Koishikawa Health Center...

——Even in England, which is currently the most developed and powerful country, there must be many poor people living on the edge of hell...

Thinking of this, Qingdeng felt an unknown heat rising from his chest.

This hot image has a life of its own. In the blink of an eye, it swelled and ran all over Qingdeng's body.

Qingdeng calmly raised his hands to press his chest, and continued to stare at the street scene in front of him calmly.

Slowly, the street became quieter.

The afterglow of the dying day gradually receded.

The surroundings were gradually engulfed by the darkness.

Nearby teahouses and izakaya hung up dimly lit lanterns.

At this moment, Qingdeng started to go home again.

The slender body and the thoughtful young face are immersed in the dark street corner together...

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Edo, Koishikawa Kohinata Yanagi-cho, Shouweikan——

When Qingdeng returned to the testing hall, it was already very late at night.

I don't know why, Qingdeng didn't feel physically tired until just now, but after climbing up the steep slope of Koishikawa Kohinata Yanagi, Qingdeng felt tired immediately after the tall buildings of the testing hall came into view Sensation increased dramatically.

There is only one thought left in Qingdeng's mind: go to bed quickly.

——This is good in winter, even if you don't take a bath for a day or two, you won't have any peculiar smell on your body.

Qingdeng was thinking secretly while walking up the stairs slowly.

At this moment, Qingdeng suddenly heard light footsteps above his head.

Immediately afterwards, the light in front of him dimmed.

"ah……"

Familiar neutral voice.

"ah……"

Qingdeng couldn't help blurting out an "ah" sound.

The owner of the foot tone... the person standing on the steps above Qingdeng at this time is the chief commander.

I saw that the chief executive looked like he had just taken a shower.

The wet black hair was hanging down, and a warm air was lingering around her body, and her pink and tender feet were flickering under the hem of the kimono.

"Mr. Tangerine..."

Clearly, Qingdeng has been discovered, but the general manager has not looked at Qingdeng for a long time.

Even if their eyes met for an instant, she immediately moved away timidly.

"Mr. Orange, you, you're back?"

"Um, yes, just came back. Okita-kun, did you just take a shower?"

"Well... yes... I drank too much wine last night, and today I slept until the evening without getting up. When I woke up, my body was covered in sticky sweat, so I just slept comfortably in Qianxun's room. I took a shower..."

"That's it..."

"..."

"..."

Silence fell between Qingdeng and the chief executive.

——That's right... I almost forgot, and the matter with Ms. Okita needs to be resolved urgently...

Last night, the young men and women who hugged each other told each other their hearts... Such a romantic scene, but because the chief executive suddenly fell asleep, the scene was anticlimactic.

The two sides expressed their love for each other, but did not discuss further what they should do next.

To continue the relationship?

Or... let the friendship between the two parties deteriorate?

Judging from the shy reaction of the chief executive who didn't even dare to meet Qingdeng's eyes...she should remember the beautiful scenery of last night.

This made Qingdeng secretly heave a sigh of relief.

After all, the chief executive was very drunk last night, and the possibility that her memory will be cleared after waking up cannot be ruled out.

If so, then Qingdeng would really want to cry without tears.

Fortunately, such a situation did not happen.

Qingdeng, who has always hated Moji and only likes to act decisively, really can't bear the unresolved state of his relationship with someone... especially with the girl he likes.

Therefore, he wanted to have a long talk with the chief as soon as possible, and have a good chat about each other's... future.

Ever since, Qing Deng cleared his throat:

"Okita-kun, that..."

"Mr. Orange, that..."

Almost at the same time as Qingdeng spoke, the chief executive also spoke.

The voices of the two collided.

The two of them were stunned, and after looking at each other in embarrassment——

"You speak first."*2

The sound collided again.

The embarrassment on the two faces intensified.

Qingdeng laughed a few times, and took the lead in making a "tell me first" gesture to the general manager.

"Mr. Orange, that..."

The chief executive lowered his head slowly, looking at his fingertips while feeling coy.

"……between……?"

"Huh? What did you say?"

Qingdeng, who couldn't hear what the general manager was saying, leaned his upper body towards the general manager.

"……Room……?"

Compared to just now, the chief executive's voice was slightly louder, but it was still as thin as a mosquito's moan.

For a moment, Qingdeng suspected that he was talking to Kinoshita Mai.

Talking so softly... It doesn't have the usual style of the general manager at all.

Qingdeng raised his eyebrows suspiciously. Then, he took two steps forward, standing closer to the chief executive, while continuing to lean his upper body towards the chief executive.

"Okita-kun, speak louder, I can't hear you clearly."

The chief executive gritted his teeth, then looked around impatiently, once made a gesture to escape from Qingdeng's side, but raised his head with another thought, and met Qingdeng's eyes straightly.

"Mr. Ju..." She took a deep breath, "Are you... free now? If you are free... can you come to my room?"

Every time the boss said a word, his face turned red.

After the last syllable of this sentence fell, her entire face turned red as if being scorched by fire, as if bright blood would ooze and drip from her cheeks at any moment.

"..." Qingdeng opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The boy stared blankly at the girl in front of him.

The girl sometimes looked down at the small toes, and sometimes turned her head to look at the wall at hand, waiting shyly for the boy's answer.

The crescent moon outside the window seems to be covering its mouth and snickering. It hides secretly in the dark clouds above the distant peaks, and puts a silver-white border on the dark clouds.

...

...

A few minutes later--

The test hall, the room of the general manager——

"Mr. Orange, please sit down."

The chief executive dug out a clean cushion from the closet, patted it to soften it, and pushed it to Qingdeng's lap.

"Thanks……"

The chief took another cushion and sat down in front of Qingdeng.

Two tender little feet were buried between the cushion and the plump peach... The neat toes twisted nervously.

It was obviously the director who invited Qingdeng into her room...but she didn't say a word at the moment, just lowered her head and played with the fingers stacked on her legs.

The director's silence made Qingdeng feel a little nervous.

Although this was not the first time he had come to the chief's boudoir...but it was the first time he was alone with the chief in this elegant and fragrant room.

Without any warning, Qingdeng suddenly felt a sight that contained some kind of will.

Raising his eyes, he saw beautiful eyes staring straight at him.

The director raised his head at some point, and stopped staring at his fingers.

"Mr. Ju...I...I'll just say it straight...you...you, what you said last night...are you serious?"

A simple sentence, but it seems to have exhausted all the strength of the chief executive.

The further she went on, the faster her breathing became.

After uttering the last word with all her strength, her chest rose and fell at high speed like a blower.

There was a strong sense of tension in her voice... Judging from her tone, she should be very concerned about the answer to this question.

Looking at the chief executive with a tense expression in front of him, Qingdeng grinned subconsciously.

——Sure enough... Ms. Okita really wants to clarify the current... and future relationship between me and her as soon as possible.

When the chief director said "quickly, come to my room!", Qingdeng had already vaguely guessed what the chief director's intention was.

Qingdeng gradually suppressed the smile on his face, and sat up very straight. With the gradual straightening of his waist, his face was gradually stained with seriousness:

"Yes, seriously. Okita-kun...ah, no, Okita-san."

Because there were no outsiders around, Qingdeng switched from "Mr. Okita" to "Ms. Okita".

"The words I said last night are all true, not half false."

"Miss Okita, I like you."

The next moment, Qingdeng heard a strange cry.

"Goo...!"

The person who made this strange cry was naturally the chief executive.

I saw the chief's chest rising and falling rapidly... the frequency was so fast that Qing Deng couldn't help but wonder if she was hypoxic.

"Mmm...!"

There was another strange cry.

The director suddenly lowered his head, and cupped his face, which was red and hot at a speed visible to the naked eye, with both hands.

The pupils were rippling, as if the peace of the ancient pond had been broken.

"……how about you?"

"Eh?"

The director general maintained the movement of holding his face, and slowly raised his head—the corners of Qingdeng's mouth were raised, and his eyes were smiling.

"Miss Okita, are you serious about what you said last night?"

"?!"

The chief's delicate body froze.

In the next breath, she swiped her eyes left and right as if restraining her shyness.

He looked at the tatami in front of his lap, and then at the closed window beside him...

After "struggling" at a loss like this for a while——

Boom!

Accompanied by a muffled sound of physical collision, something extraordinarily soft and warm slammed into Qingdeng's body—the chief director threw himself into Qingdeng's arms.

Qingdeng, who was not expecting this sudden "meatball charge" by the chief executive, subconsciously embraced her with his backhand.

"Miss Okita?"

"me……"

The director's voice was muffled in Qingdeng's chest.

"I, I'm done answering!"

After finishing speaking, the chief executive stretched out his arms to hug Qingdeng tightly, and buried his pretty face a little deeper in Qingdeng's arms.

Qingdeng blinked and laughed dumbly.

Because he was ashamed to speak directly, did he choose to use "action" instead of "language"...Qingdeng thinks the chief executive's behavior is so cute.

As if wanting to take pity on the general manager, Qingdeng tightened his arms to gently embrace the general manager with a firm but gentle force.

But at this moment, Qingdeng was startled because he recalled something.

"...Uh...Director, listen to me."

Qingdeng pressed the chief executive's shoulders, pulled the chief executive who was hanging on him like a koala, and forced her to face him.

"I have something very important to tell you. I want to take this rare opportunity to tell you some... important things that must be told to you without any reservations."

"Huh?" The chief executive blinked his beautiful eyes a few times, and tilted his head in doubt.

"Besides you, I also like Ah Wu and Miss Sanako."

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The author was troubled by trifles yesterday, and he had no choice but to become short... Oh my god, why are there so many trivia recently! Why is it so difficult for me to write a novel quietly? (Leopard Fury.jpg)

The author will work hard to update and restore it tomorrow! (Leopard Head Crying.jpg)

Qingdeng, who doesn't like to be procrastinated, will say one if he has one, and two if he has another, and he never hesitates to write. It's comfortable to write~

I'm really tired of the wooden and monk-type male protagonists.