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Kiyoshi Kaneda made a cold assessment in his mind.
He despised the practices of these hypocritical bureaucrats, but at this moment, he had no choice but to cater to them and take advantage of the rules.
Only in this way could he obtain the necessary power to continue investigating the "fox" that was piquing his growing interest.
Chapter 69 Who isn't a drama queen?
Amidst the undercurrents in Tokyo, the key figure who triggered all this turmoil, Aozawa, seemed completely unaffected, returning peacefully to Higashino's apartment.
He then found two more red-named non-human tags, but still no gold tags.
But he wasn't discouraged at all.
After all, his future is bright, so there's no need to be overly anxious about it.
He unlocked his door with his key and casually pressed the switch on the door.
The warm yellow light instantly dispelled the gloom in the entryway.
Unlike usual, Dahuang didn't rush up to greet him excitedly. Instead, he lay lazily in his doghouse. When he heard the noise, he lifted his eyelids and wagged his tail slowly a few times.
Unless Qingze clearly shows its intention to pet the dog, it has no intention of getting up.
Qingze had no intention of teasing it tonight, so he deliberately looked away, closed the door behind him, and went straight to his bedroom.
He turned on the bedroom light and picked up an ordinary pencil from his desk.
Now is the time to test the power of magic.
With a thought, he tried to guide the newborn power within his body.
A warm flow of energy slowly converged along the meridians of the arm, reaching the thumb.
A faint, almost imperceptible blue light emanated from the fingertips, accompanied by a strange sensation as if water were flowing outwards.
He clearly sensed that the magic, under his mental control, had successfully been injected into the pencil in his hand.
Snapped!
A soft popping sound rang out.
The section of pencil infused with magic exploded instantly, splitting open to reveal a length of about five centimeters.
Tiny wood shavings drifted down.
The tip of the pen fell to the ground with a "thud".
Qingze glanced at the pencil in his hand, which was now just a small stub. It had such destructive power even with only a trace of magic.
If you go all out and hit a person, will they still be able to leave with a whole corpse?
That’s awesome…
A surge of intense excitement and anticipation welled up within him.
But he suppressed the urge to continue testing, withdrew his hand, turned off the light, and prepared to go to sleep.
……
Silent all night.
The next morning, Qingze was once again awakened from that familiar dream that kept "diving" by his phone alarm.
This time, the depth of his dream reached 506 meters.
This feeling of getting stronger every day is really something to look forward to...
He sprang out of bed with a nimble leap, quickly changed into a set of loose and comfortable casual clothes, opened the door, and greeted the new day with high spirits.
……
After completing his morning "hunt" and acquiring four red-name tags of non-humans, Qingze returned to Dongye Apartment, had a quick breakfast, and then rode his scooter to Changteng High School.
The bright and warm sunshine shone on the school gate, and the girls, dressed in their uniform navy blue school uniforms, walked into the campus like lively musical notes, chatting and laughing.
Just looking at such a vibrant scene can make one feel younger.
Qingze carried his briefcase and walked towards the teaching building. He skillfully changed into indoor shoes at the shoe locker area and then went straight to the sixth floor.
He raised his hand and gently knocked on the familiar door. "Chizuru, I'm coming in."
Before he finished speaking, he had already turned the doorknob and pushed open the door to the principal's office.
Beside a spacious desk, on a yoga mat, Chizuru Tsukishima is performing a challenging single-leg raise pose.
She raised her right leg high, easily over her shoulder, her right hand firmly gripping her toes, while her left hand casually rested on her hip.
This move perfectly showcased her hot and sexy body curves.
Especially today, she deliberately wore a pink tight-fitting tank top, which made her upper body appear so full and muscular that it seemed about to burst out.
Her lower body was covered by a pair of peach-colored bodycon athletic shorts, which perfectly outlined her plump and perky buttocks and showed off her amazing waist-to-hip ratio.
Below that, there was a pair of long, beautiful legs encased in pure white stockings.
Qingze looked away and smiled, "Stop practicing for now, come and have breakfast."
"Hmm~"
Chizuru Tsukishima let out a soft, charming nasal sound, slowly lowered her raised right foot, placed it on the yoga mat, took a few steps forward, and put on a pair of exquisite indoor slippers.
As she approached the sofa, the scent of her feminine perfume became even stronger, filling Qingze's nostrils and stimulating his senses.
He had to sit down first to cover up any embarrassing reactions that might occur in certain parts of his body.
He took a carefully prepared lunchbox out of his briefcase and handed it over.
Chizuru Tsukishima took it, and before opening the lid, she glanced at him with a smile and asked, "Is there a hot dog sandwich inside?"
"If you say you want to eat it, I'll definitely make it for you."
Qingze answered with a smile, his gaze fixed on her face.
Chizuru Tsukishima opens the bento box.
Inside, the golden-brown, crispy bread dough puffed up just right. Sliced open from the side, it resembled a wide smile, revealing a tender, reddish-brown, and tempting sausage.
Bright green lettuce leaves carefully wrap around the edges of the sausage, a few pink tomato slices cleverly nestled in the gaps, and creamy white salad dressing drips gently down the texture of the bread, making it look incredibly appetizing.
Chizuru Tsukishima put on disposable gloves, elegantly picked up the sandwich, but did not bite into it immediately. Instead, she examined the bread's toasting temperature as if appreciating a work of art, gently turning it around.
She frowned slightly, a hint of just the right amount of confusion in her eyes, and deliberately drew out her words, "Oh dear, it's too big, I can't possibly eat it all~"
This alluring little vixen...
Qingze thought to himself, "I knew she had ulterior motives for wanting a hot dog sandwich."
So he was prepared.
He took a bottle of Yakult out of his briefcase, unscrewed the cap, inserted a straw, and said with a smile, "In that case, let's have a sip of Yakult to soothe our throats."
As he spoke, he slightly squeezed the bottle.
Yakult instantly gushed out of the straw, landing on Tsukishima Chizuru's fair and slender neck, then transformed into several thin streams that meandered down her chest.
"you……"
Chizuru Tsukishima was about to pout coquettishly.
Qingze immediately interrupted her in an urgent, apologetic tone, saying, "Oh dear! I'm sorry, I used too much force. I'll clean it up for you right away!"
Before he could finish speaking, he had already quickly moved closer.
Yakult flowed onto Chizuru Tsukishima's smooth, jade-like skin, mingling with her faint body fragrance. The taste was even more delicious than drinking it directly through a straw.
Chizuru Tsukishima leaned softly into the sofa, tilting her head back slightly, straightening her swan-like neck. A few soft, nasal hums escaped her throat, echoing in the quiet office.
Qingze cleaned even more diligently, intending to clean up even the areas that hadn't been contaminated by Yakult.
Chizuru Tsukishima narrowed her captivating eyes, raised her right hand, and gently patted his head as if soothing a mischievous large dog.
"You little rascal, what are you trying to do?"
That soft, alluring tone was less a question and more an unspoken invitation.
Qingze's breathing became noticeably heavier.
But he knew in his heart what the "price" of accepting this invitation would be.
He immediately became unusually obedient, focusing intently on cleaning all the Yakult marks off her neck.
Then, he looked up at the woman in front of him, whose face was flushed as if she were drunk, and laughed, "Alright, now it's completely clean."
"Then I really should thank you."
Chizuru Tsukishima's eyes flickered, and when she glanced at him, it was as if countless invisible electric currents burst forth.
Qingze felt like his bones were about to be melted by the electric shock.
He decided to stop enduring it, turned around, and comfortably rested his head on her incredibly elastic thighs.
"Your face is not allowed to be down."
"it is good."
Looking up at the "bulging curve" that almost blocked out all the light, Qingze said lazily, "If we can't see the sea view, the mountain view is not bad either."
Chapter 70 It was only a matter of time before the fox was caught.
This statement contains no lies.
From his reclining position, the tight pink tank top and slender waist left a suggestive gap, as if silently inviting the eye to explore the mystery hidden beneath the fabric.
Chizuru Tsukishima was unable to see Aozawa's specific actions.
But she didn't feel his warm breath through her door, which was enough to tell her where his face was facing.
She brought the hot dog sandwich to her lips, opened her mouth, and took a bite with a crisp "crunch".
The faint chewing sounds were particularly clear in the quiet office.
Qingze's head restlessly swayed back and forth on her lap, his gaze sometimes lingering on her firm, flat waist, and sometimes glancing at the ceramic teapot on the table next to her.
His hair, through the ultra-thin fabric of his athletic shorts, gave a sensation like being repeatedly rubbed by a brush with fine, downy bristles.