Rock Girl Descends Beside Me!

"Hello, this is a lottery ticket your boyfriend won."

There were over thirty of them.

Nagasaki Sose had passed by this supermarket many times and seen others participate in raffles, but this was her first time drawing one herself. She even forgot to clarify that she wasn't Riki's girlfriend.

"Let's go, let's lift the trophy that belongs to us."

Riki walked up to the raffle box, reached in, and drew two balls. Consolation prizes: two packs of classic stylish tissues.

Riki looked up at the staff member.

You'd better explain this to me.

The staff member, sweating, said, "This is normal probability. There are definitely prizes inside."

I'll believe you this time.

It shouldn't be like Hanasakigawa's humorous Sakura Girl, who spent money on raffles in the shopping district, right?

Oh, wait, you guys are the ones playing the raffle.

Riki drew two more balls. Consolation prizes.

Riki looked up at the staff member again.

I'm about to overheat, you figure it out.

The staff member was drenched in sweat, his face awkward. He couldn't exactly say, "You're a total scrub," could he?

That wouldn't follow the rules in the employee handbook.

But you really are a scrub.

Nagasaki Sose couldn't watch anymore and walked over, saying, "I'll draw."

Her fair, delicate hand reached into the raffle box, and she pulled out a small ball marked with a "1."

Grand prize.

Riki frowned, looking at Nagasaki Sose.

Little Sose.

Turn it off, it's no fun.

Riki carried a giant bear plushie. The charm of its soft face was something a girl with the surname Nagasaki, who was 162cm tall, couldn't compete with.

Nagasaki Sose held the packaged lamp in her hand, her face flushing slightly in the night breeze. "Well... um, you were quite amazing just now."

Wasn't I always this fierce?

Under Riki's strange gaze, Nagasaki Sose looked at him and tilted her head, chuckling softly. "Even though you always say hateful things, aren't likable, and always make me angry... you, "You're actually pretty good."

The night breeze blew through Nagasaki Sose's brown hair, and the girl smiled brightly.

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Chapter 53: Sister Sose, please stop being cute, my head hurts.

"Beep—"

Student card.

Riki followed Nagasaki Sose into the Celestial Dragons' high-class apartment. Breathing in the fresh air, he felt his temperament become more elegant. First, a bottle of 1982 Coke!

"Come in. Remember to take off your shoes. My place is very clean," Nagasaki Sose said, leaning against the wall with one hand and taking off her shoes by the heel with the other.

What are you implying?

Is my place dirty?

And you dare to take off your shoes in front of me, a congee friend, wearing white stockings? You must be tired of living!

"Before you cook, change the light in my room first. You can go home after we finish eating," Nagasaki Sose said.

Understood. It's at the kill line.

Sister Sose, are you a fan of an LPL club with three letters?

Riki walked into Nagasaki Sose's room. The floor-to-ceiling window reflected the Tokyo night view. A soft bed was placed in the middle of the room, emitting a faint scent, the same girlish scent as Nagasaki Sose's.

Riki looked at the light in the center of the room and said, "There's nothing to stand on. The chairs in your house are too low. I'll state in advance that I'm not implying anything about a certain brown-haired lady. Are you afraid of the dark?"

"Not at all," Nagasaki Sose said, rubbing her fingers with a smile. "But it's better if the room is brighter."

"Then forget it," Riki said, turning like the wind.

"Snap."

Nagasaki Sose closed the door, cupped her hands, and smiled. "Since you're already here, you might as well install the light."

When did you start saying things like that?

Damn it, the social maneuvering and bottlenecking techniques of us old Chinese have always been leading the world, and yet they were cracked by a mere Sakura Girl. It's utterly infuriating!

Riki watched Nagasaki Sose think.

Nagasaki Sose blinked for a moment before reacting.

Right now, in this room, no, in this home, there were only Riki and her. And she had just locked both Riki and herself in her room. It was the first time she was alone with a boy in her room, face-to-face. Nagasaki Sose felt like she could almost hear his breathing.

And why was he staring at me so intently?

He really is a pervert, isn't he?

Nagasaki Sose couldn't help but feel nervous, swallowing with difficulty. The sound of her heartbeat pounded in her ears. If this guy wanted to do something bad later, should she resist... No, of course she had to resist! What was she thinking? She didn't even like this guy!

"Wh-what are you looking at?!"

Riki touched his chin and said, "How about I lift you up, and you can change it yourself?"

"Huh?"

Nagasaki Sose's angry, displeased voice rang out.

This guy doesn't have any bad intentions towards me? Damn bastard!

Am I that bad?

Go to hell, idiot!

Nagasaki Sose placed her legs on Riki's shoulders, sitting on them. She watched him slowly stand up, and nervously grabbed his hand, saying, "It really won't fall, right?! You won't deliberately drop me, will you?"

Riki complained, "What kind of person do you think I am?"

I'm heart-to-heart with you, but you're playing mind games with me.

Motherfucker, next time we have a banquet, you're going to the adults' table. You're not welcome at our kids' table.

Nagasaki Sose watched herself get higher and higher off the floor. She nervously gripped Riki's shoulders, her legs clamping tightly around his head. Looking at the ceiling light, which was within reach, she said tremblingly, "That's good, hurry up and hand me the light."

I'm good too.

Sister Sose, your thighs have some meat on them. What did you eat to train them?

And can you stop clamping down?

My head hurts.

Riki held Nagasaki Sose's legs. The girl's soft fragrance

Was I that important to him?

Nagasaki Sose couldn't help but wonder, feeling his body heat in Riki's arms.

This guy smelled pretty good.

"Sose, can you get up now?" Riki said to Nagasaki Sose after a while.

If you don't get up, I will.

It's a physiological response, the lower half makes its own decisions.

Nagasaki Sose blushed and quickly stood up. After a moment of hesitation, she reached out and pulled Riki up from the bed with force, "Are you not hurt?"

"You hitting a feminist just now startled me."

"Then you're fine." Nagasaki Sose said flatly, "Let's go, I'm going to the kitchen to cook."

Riki watched Nagasaki Sose's retreating back. She hadn't seemed to reject him calling her name directly just now, even though she had always denied it before.

In the evening, Nagasaki Sose walked Riki downstairs.

"Can you say 'have a good trip' to me?" Riki said to Nagasaki Sose.

"Goodbye." Nagasaki Sose replied coldly.

Watching Riki walk out of the apartment, Nagasaki Sose felt an inexplicable emptiness in her heart.

Even though Riki was noisy, it seemed a little more comfortable with him around.

"Why are you still watching him? He's already gone far."

"Huh? Mom, when did you get back?" Nagasaki Sose exclaimed, covering her flushed cheeks.