Ikebukuro, famous. It is not very famous in the district where it is located, which is Toshima Ward. This is one of the places where student parties and young people gather.

Today is December 24th, Christmas Eve. The streets of Ikebukuro are crowded with people more than usual. Most of them are full of youthful energy.

Makoto Natsui took Masayoshi Kishimoto's left hand and lined up in front of a taiyaki shop. Even if she had to wait for more than half an hour, it didn't diminish her enthusiasm at all.

However, in Kishimoto's heart, he resists this kind of behavior of spending a lot of time queuing just to pay for a bite of so-called food.

Even if the store has a long history of operation for a hundred years, even if it is a thousand years, don't do it. Sometimes, many well-known delicacies are actually eaten in the mouth, but it may not be the same thing.

The most lingering bad review in the memory of his previous life is that Rongcheng Long copied his hands. In the first place, he was one of them.

The most incomprehensible thing for me is that it is so unpalatable, why do so many people eat it? Could it be that they are all deceived by its propaganda gimmick?

At the moment, Masayoshi Kishimoto just felt that standing outside in the middle of winter and queuing up to buy taiyaki was a little embarrassing and embarrassing in addition to being a little cold.

In the eyes of successful people, they look down on people like this the most, after all, they spend their precious time on things that are meaningless.

Masayoshi Kishimoto comforted himself, and it was only half an hour. In the magic capital, many people will queue for two or three hours in order to eat a famous snack.

"Why are you upset?" said Natsui Makoto, noticing the change in his facial expression.

"No upset. I just don't think our poor people's time is worth anything. Masayoshi Kishimoto looked at her slightly sideways.

"You're not thinking in the right way, and you need to change. You should think of it this way, it is not easy for us to make money. Even if you queue up like this, you are not only saving money, but also making money. Makoto Natsui smiled.

Masayoshi Kishimoto couldn't help but smile bitterly, and he didn't plan to argue with her about anything, after all, he was in front of the public.

He took her hands in both hands and brought them to his mouth, blowing hot air on her hands while rubbing, "Is it cold?"

Natsui Makoto shook her head slightly, and smiled sweetly, "It's not cold." Are you cold?"

Kishimoto wanted to say the words to his mouth, a little cold, but in the end he still didn't say it. I can't discourage her enthusiasm for taiyaki.

If he hadn't accompanied her, he would never have done this kind of thing. In this world, there are so many things that are more delicious than taiyaki.

Even if you really want to eat, you don't have to queue up like this, it's a big deal to buy it from someone else at a price several times the price.

Masayoshi Kishimoto doesn't want to show his stuff. This is just like what Natsui Makoto said before, ordinary people's money is not easy to come by, so they will not squander it against common sense.

In their minds, money is more important than time. Who gives them more time and less money? It's not that they don't work hard, but that they don't have many ways to make money.

Kishimoto put Natsui's hands into the left and right pockets of his jacket, causing the two to face each other, body to body hugging.

The two looked at each other, their eyes full of love, as if everyone else had become an invisible existence like air. There is more than one young couple like them who have done something intimate.

Kishimoto feels that guarding time is not only really slow, but also sad. He tentatively asked, "I'll tell you a story! a story about a man and his seven girlfriends, do you want to hear it?"

Natsui Makoto held his head high, looked at him with two eyes, and said incomprehensibly: "Why does he have seven girlfriends instead of eight, nine, ten?"

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"Because there are only seven days in a week, he needs to divide the seven days equally among his different girlfriends.

In his opinion, even if it is a bowl of water, it is even. However, here's the problem. When your girlfriend celebrates her birthday, you can also stagger the time.

He had a birthday, and he was in trouble. He couldn't gather seven girlfriends together for his birthday. So, he racked his brains to divide the time period of the day.

During the day, the time period runs from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m., three hours a day. In the evening, the time period is from 7 to 11 o'clock, four hours a day. It's kind of a morning and evening.

In this way, he accompanied seven different girlfriends to blow out birthday candles seven times in one day, celebrated seven birthdays, and ate birthday cakes seven times. Kishimoto said slowly.

"What happened later?" said Natsui Makoto winked at him twice, not thinking that his story was so interesting.

"He ate too much birthday cake and started to have stomach problems, squatting on the toilet bowl and pulling cake. Kishimoto laughed.

"It's disgusting, it's disgusting to say. Natsui Makoto stretched out her right hand from her pocket, raised her small fist and hit him.

This story tells us that the truth of men is that having more girlfriends is not necessarily a good thing. The more girlfriends the better, but as long as one. Kishimoto looked at her with an unchanged smile.

"Flim Flam. Natsui Makoto put her outstretched right hand back into the pocket of his jacket, and hugged him with both hands.

"You see how many people are coaxing their girlfriends. If you look at yourself, there's no mood at all for your clumsy tongue. ”

A girl standing in front of Masayoshi Kishimoto and Makoto Natsui suddenly became unhappy, and counted down the boy standing beside him.

The boy was defeated by the girl's count, neither refuted nor defended, and still showed silence, as if he were a stone carving.

"It's infuriating. Am I in a relationship with a wooden man?" the girl was even more angry when she saw his silent appearance.

She was so angry that she didn't want to line up, so she turned around and left. The boy hurriedly followed, but did not say anything, just followed her silently.

"We can take another step forward. Masayoshi Kishimoto picked up Makoto Natsui with both hands, and began to move towards the front.

"Hey, that girl who just walked away is really pitiful, how did she get such a boyfriend who can't beat a fart with three punches? Natsui Makoto said with emotion.

"That boy is an honest man. Marry him and live a life, yes. Of course, if it feels like it's playful, then it's definitely not what you girls want.

According to you girls, it's better to find a scumbag to talk about a love that you know will only have tragedy, than to find a man who is like a stuffy gourd. "Kishimoto has one thing to say.