Rock Girl Descends Upon My Side!

Riki stared directly at him, completely devoid of his usual casual demeanor.

Riki wasn't Red Hair; he'd be annoyed if people secretly gossiped about him, but usually, he wouldn't bother with a few insults. However, if they started talking about his friends, Riki would confront them.

"State your name, student ID, and school!"

"If that doesn't work, I'll call the principal too!"

"Our principal, Old Deng, is known as the Southeast Gentleman Sword. He's refined and elegant, but he won't let his students be taken advantage of."

Riki's expression turned cold as he heard Nagasaki Sose being gossiped about, staring at the man blankly.

"I... I'm sorry," the man said awkwardly, lowering his head and speaking softly.

"No problem, buddy," Riki smiled. "After we're done, I'll apologize again."

The man's face stiffened, and the surrounding stares made him uncomfortable.

Everyone else was just envious or jealous, but they didn't have any dark intentions, nor would they voice them. Why did you have to be so talkative?

A few sports students on the bus wanted to help Riki, but upon seeing the clear muscle definition on Riki's arm, they immediately felt reassured.

After a glance, they confirmed Riki was also a natural battle-crazed individual.

"Anyone else getting off?" the bus driver shouted loudly.

Seeing the man looking down and not speaking, Riki figured he'd probably lie even if he gave his name. He snorted coldly and got off the bus with Nagasaki Sose. The other passengers on the bus gave Riki thumbs-ups before the bus drove off.

"Protecting your girlfriend, well done!"

"I always thought Haicheng University was the TOP 1 in the Southeast."

"Wait, are you Riki, fifth on the Haicheng University Scoundrel Ranking? Damn, and you have a beautiful Sakura Girl girlfriend, you really should die!"

Wait, did I just hear a strange ranking?

Who put my name on that Scoundrel Ranking?!

Just you wait!

"What are you doing all of a sudden? Why did you get into a conflict with someone?" Nagasaki Sose asked Riki, crossing her arms.

She had heard a few murmurs from behind her but didn't understand their meaning. Then she saw Riki staring at the person behind them with an expression she had never seen before. It was the first time Nagasaki Sose had seen Riki look so fierce, but she didn't know why he was angry.

"Oh, he said Triga would definitely defeat Tiga, and Intelligence Jiraiya would definitely defeat Healthy Itachi, so I just went over and told him to 'shut up.' I was upset and planned to teach him a lesson," Riki said, enraged.

"Getting angry over something like this, are all boys idiots?" Nagasaki Sose said in disbelief.

"You've discriminated against our Earth's billions of years of Y chromosomes, I demand you apologize immediately!"

Nagasaki Sose ignored Riki and walked straight ahead. Seeing Riki follow her, she suddenly whispered, "It's really... not because he talked about me, is it?"

Otherwise, why would so many people on the bus have looked her way at that moment?

"Of course not. You haven't given me a lifetime Good friend permission, why would I be your Pal?" Riki said proudly.

"I thought so too," Nagasaki Sose huffed.

She secretly glanced at Riki beside her.

You really think I can't tell?

I'm not an idiot like you.

Nagasaki Sose pulled up her collar to cover her face, the corners of her lips constantly curved into a smile, as beautiful as an Elf of the mortal world.

"...Idiot," she whispered softly.

Riki's sudden anger had made her heart race a little.

The third floor of the mall was the clothing section. Riki and Nagasaki Sose took the escalator up. In an instant, he saw a black man wearing a yellow number 24 jersey with a brilliant smile on a store advertisement.

Riki was startled and immediately saluted the legendary player—

"Whoa, Lao D—"

"That's Kobe, not Lao Da. We don't sell helicopters or puddings here, nor can we break through the Underworld," the smiling store clerk said at the entrance.

Why can you predict my prediction? How many people have said that to you before?

Why is your smile so sad?

What can this smile protect!

Without a moment to mourn Kobe, they arrived at the women's clothing section on the third floor of the mall.

It was Riki's first time shopping with a girl, but he had prepared in advance. If he followed her, Nagasaki Sose would definitely call him a 'hentai' and verbally abuse him directly.

So Riki planned to stand at the entrance like a Seven-day statue and wait until Nagasaki Sose came out.

But his plan failed from the start.

"What are you doing? Come in together," Nagasaki Sose said curiously. "If you're not here, how will the staff understand what I say?"

"Oh, okay!"

"Your girlfriend might need her measurements taken again. Japanese standards are a bit different from Chinese ones," the shop assistant said.

Riki translated for Nagasaki Sose.

Damn, I feel like an Imperial Army translator.

Taijun Sose, right?

Nagasaki Sose nodded. The shop assistant brought over a measuring tape and began taking her bust, waist, hip, shoulder, and leg measurements.

"Hiss... Bowl-shaped D cup," the shop assistant whispered in surprise as she measured her chest.

Thank you for saving the world from global warming.

Riki pretended not to hear, but his ears twitched.

Is the bowl she's talking about that kind of bowl?

The shop assistant looked at Nagasaki Sose with a newfound reverence.

"What did she just say?" Nagasaki Sose asked.

"Your waist is a little thin. You should eat more, for your health," Riki lied kindly.

The shop assistant brought over clothes in the appropriate sizes. Nagasaki Sose picked out a few items and went into the fitting room. When she opened the curtain, Riki was stunned. Nagasaki Sose was wearing an apricot-colored, forest-style long dress. It had a small bow at the collar, giving it a sophisticated look. A sash cinched her waist, tied in a bow at the back, and her skirt swayed with her slightest movement.

For the first time, Riki felt that "little fairy" was an accurate description.

"How is it?" Nagasaki Sose asked, catching Riki staring blankly. She subtly smiled.

"Inferior to Sakiko," Riki replied.

Nagasaki Sose's eyebrows shot up. "You really don't know how to talk!"

"Then, pure and cute academy style, the sweetness of the mortal world, Nagasaki Sose."

"That sounds a bit strange. Pervert."

You get to say all the good and bad things. What am I supposed to say?

Nagasaki Sose snorted. Thinking of Riki's stunned expression earlier, she smiled slightly. She then walked over to the lingerie section, eyeing Riki warily. "I can handle this part myself. You go away!"

The area up front can wait for future exploration.

Riki had no choice but to leave the shop and lean against the railing, watching the crowds in the mall. It wasn't far from his home, but he'd never been here before. If it weren't for Nagasaki Sose, he probably wouldn't have come today.

"It's quite lively here," Riki remarked.

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard Nagasaki Sose's voice from behind him. He turned to see her peeking out from behind a shelf, her face flushed. "Could you stand guard outside the fitting room for me?"

"Coming right up!"

As Riki walked over, he saw Nagasaki Sose carrying lingerie into the fitting room.

Lace trim?

Riki stood guard at the fitting room door with a poker face, though he could vaguely hear rustling sounds from inside, and the sound of clothes hitting the floor.

So, is Sose currently the shape of the universe?

Naked?

Don't think too much.

Riki suppressed his thoughts.

You can do it, Riki. Don't imagine strange scenes!

Second brother: No, you can't.

"The back is a bit hard to fasten..." Riki heard Nagasaki Sose muttering softly from inside the fitting room, seemingly struggling with the straps.

Even Riki cheered her on in his heart.

"Click."

It was fastened.

Riki breathed a sigh of relief. Nagasaki Sose inside the fitting room also breathed a sigh of relief.

Wait, why are there sounds outside the door too?

Nagasaki Sose looked suspiciously at the door.

Riki stood at the door, his expression solemn, but inside he felt a little ticklish.

What if a lucky pervert incident happens? In principle, I don't accept these cheesy, low-class, attention-grabbing, inferior plotlines. What I like to see is a Super Saiyan who can't help but punch the earth to pieces—

But if the lucky pervert happened to me, that would be a different story.

Watching someone else be lucky is not the same as being lucky yourself, is it?

The fitting room door opened. Nagasaki Sose, now dressed, looked at Riki's somewhat disappointed expression. "Why the long face?" she asked curiously.

"It's nothing."

I hate lucky perverts the most.

Because it wasn't me.

"Okay, that'll be all. We offer home delivery service, please fill in your address here," the shop assistant said.

"Just use mine," Riki said, walking over.

So they're living together... the shop assistant muttered, "No wonder you bought a black lace bra."

No, are you deliberately saying that to me for my benefit?

Thank you, Savior of the Earth.

Get some more cool air.

Arriving at Haicheng's highest point, Haicheng Amusement Park!

"There are so many people," Nagasaki Sose exclaimed. Although Japanese amusement parks are also crowded, they're nothing compared to China.

"There's a holiday adjustment today, otherwise there would be even more people," Riki said. "Let's go in, the entrance is over there."

"How come you're so familiar with this place? Do you often come here with female classmates?" Nagasaki Sose asked casually.

Why only female classmates?

Can't it be male classmates?

"My classmate made an amusement park guide, and it's all clearly written on there," Riki explained. As he walked towards the queue to enter, a staff member saw the ticket in Riki's hand.

"Hello both of you. You have a VIP Couple Ticket in your hands, you can use the express lane over here."