Inside a bar in Ikebukuro, Tokyo.

Soft music lingers in your ears.

In the dark environment, only the light sign in front of each booth is bright, and occasionally there is a purple-white flowing light, creating a sense of self-pity and self-pity.

Takitanizawa came in and looked around.

The smell of tobacco and alcohol permeated the tip of his nose, and he was surrounded by girls dressed in hot clothes and wearing heavy makeup, some of whom had been cut to the base of their thighs, but there were large holes cut on the sides.

Exaggerated eyeshadow and false eyelashes, thick cotton socks three or four fingers wide, and shiny nails that can dig your face out with one paw that you don't even know the.

Shibuya babes are actually very much out of line with his aesthetic.

Smiling and rejecting a few hot girls who took the initiative to ask for contact information, he finally saw a familiar figure in the corner of the booth, no way, Takitanizawa has begun to cultivate his temperament since the first day he embarked on the soft rice business, plus he has been reading flowers for a while, and he has changed his brand of dress up, and the Patek Philippe on his wrist is also shining in the light.

To put it bluntly, money is a real thing.

This obviously has a lot of money, combined with that good appearance, and a tall figure that makes people feel very secure, and now he comes to a place like a bar like the last time he went to Shirakawa Akiji no one cared about it.

Takitanizawa stared at the young woman sitting in a booth in a remote corner with one arm supporting her white and smooth jaw, and her fingers were boredly playing with the ends of her hair.

Her eyes were misty, her lips were slightly red, and she looked at the wine glass placed on top of the flashlight on her mobile phone, and the sea-blue liquid that slowly turned with the ice, as if she was immersed in this beauty, and the silhouette gave people a sad feeling, which made people want to comfort them.

"Isn't Ishikawa-san a little too willful to drink before the evening and have to call me to Tokyo?"

Pulling away the contrasting soft chair opposite the booth, Takitanizawa glanced at the several empty cups on the table that had been drunk, and said with a decent smile on his face.

He came to Tokyo directly from Saitama.

Originally, because he bought a new car, he was envied and hated by Shirakawa Akiji and wanted to kill him, and the matter of running the ward council has been decided, and he is only sent to the double happiness of going to the ward hall to attend the meeting to perform his duties, and they plan to find a place to have a meal.

As a result, Satomi Ishikawa called and said that the situation was urgent and that Takitanizawa had to come and pick her up.

This is, of course, a clumsy excuse.

In fact, Takitanizawa knows better than anyone else, probably because he didn't get angry for a long time because he saw through the cannon fodder sent by Qingteng Nanami, and took the initiative to find the door to start the game, and this quasi-emperor couldn't help it.

If it was someone else, he wouldn't be interested in driving for two hours to earn such extra money.

After all, the quasi-emperor of the tea ceremony can't deduct a few dollars.

But playing the game, even if it is because this woman has figured out her temper and wants to play with her own precedent with deep scheming, it is enough to let Takitanizawa go to this Hongmen banquet, if nothing else, even if he can't get a lot of rewards and a warm night, a little revenge back also makes him a lot of interest.

And with the standard answer in hand, she gave it herself, and Takitanizawa really didn't know how to refuse.

"Isn't Takiya-kun still here?"

Satomi Ishikawa, who didn't know what he was doing, narrowed her eyes like a moon, crossed her arms and smiled.

"It's true, even if it's only a 1 in 10,000 chance, I don't want to hear from a friend that Ishikawa-san died of overdrinking, or that he was taken away by a stranger after drinking in such a place, and then committed suicide with humiliation and hatred."

Takitanazawa took out the manuscript as usual, and his expression was very calm, without complaining or sarcastic.

He knew exactly what he had to do.

For a tea master at this level, ordinary acting skills are the most useless tricks, but with the standard answer in his hand and copying, the meaning is different.

Hearing him say this, Satomi Ishikawa was silent for a moment and then smiled, "I'm glad you can say that." ”

"Shouldn't I be complimented on my imagination?"

Takitanizawa asked in a strange way.

"The man, who had been staring at me since I started drinking, had come to talk to me twice, and had added something to my wine when I went to the bathroom."

Without answering his question, Satomi Ishikawa just brushed her sideburns of messy hair, turned her body slightly, and raised her chin with her fingers towards a middle-aged man in a booth in the southeast.

Takitanizawa looked in the direction she was pointing and found that the middle-aged man in the suit and leather shoes in the booth was pretending to be holding a wine glass, but in fact, his eyes kept glancing at it.

Even if he looked at Takitanazawa, he didn't confiscate.

It is estimated that they are young, so even if they are caught, they can pretend not to see them unscrupulously.

This is actually quite normal.

After all, there are few people who come to drink in this kind of place who don't want to find excitement, and the adult world doesn't need to be as secretive as children.

"Which cup?" Retracting his gaze, Takitanizawa swept over the pile of empty cups beside the table again.

His voice suddenly grew colder.

But it's covered by the music in the bar.

Satomi Ishikawa glanced at him with a slightly resentful look, as if asking how can you ask such a pediatric question, but looking at his extraordinarily calm expression, she was a little surprised, and finally said softly: "I'm not a fool either, I never drink anything out of sight." ”

Takitanizawa had already guessed this answer, but his face was still calm and praised: "Clever woman." ”

After saying this, he didn't wait for Satomi Ishikawa to reply.

Instead, he got up directly from the soft chair where his butt was not yet hot, walked straight in the direction of the man just now, and took out his car keys under Satomi Ishikawa's surprised expression and the middle-aged man's gradually panicked eyes, and put them on the table in front of the man, and then made a fist clenching motion with a calm face, and did not exchange a word during the whole process.

But the three people in the booth, including the middle-aged man, saw the spherical triangular Maybach logo on the car key, but they all avoided his eyes.

The silent silence is most deafening.

The middle-aged man's expression was stiff at first, and then his face turned dark, and he wanted to have a seizure.

However, seeing the car keys on the table, he still took a deep breath, barely squeezed out a smile on his greasy face, and looked at him to express his apology.

Seeing this, Takitanizawa nodded calmly, retained the last dignity of an adult for him, took back the car keys on the table, and returned to the seat just now as if nothing had happened, and then saw the strangeness and distraction in Ishikawa Satomi's eyes.

Probably out of surprise and strangeness, or because this behavior was too unusual, Satomi Ishikawa's heart was stirred up by his behavior just now.

She tried to find traces of the performance in Takitana's extraordinarily calm face, which had become unusually calm.

But it's a pity that no, not only did he not find any clues, but also made Ishikawa Satomi see a familiar emotion in his eyes, this emotion she often sees in the eyes of a man who is squeezed out of value by himself like throwing away a broken toy, it is the kind of coldness that regards himself as a taboo, as long as others touch it slightly, or even have thoughts, he can't help but give birth to it.

Why does he have such a look.

Satomi Ishikawa suddenly had this idea in her heart, and even had a desire to explore, but she was quickly snuffed out by her strong execution of the plan.

No matter what happened to this guy, he couldn't be swayed by his emotions and executed according to the original plan.

She looked at Takitizawa with complicated eyes, how could she be drunk and confused just now, but when she saw that he was about to walk to her side, she soon hid the emotions that kept churning in her eyes in her slightly uneasy heart.

"You're so naïve." After Satomi Ishikawa gave her evaluation, her fingers pressed on the cold wall of the cup for a long time, and she didn't realize it.

This behavior is quite naïve.

Even if you slap the key or clench your fist, when you were a student, it was like seeing the person you liked being harassed by others, and as a result, you ran directly to someone's boys' class and threatened with the collar in front of others.

It is said that she has experienced this kind of thing many times, and she has always been able to watch it as a joke as a bystander.

But this time there were some exceptions.

As an existence that has been determined several times that his scheming and means are not inferior to his own, and his values are similar, Ishikawa Satomi doesn't believe that Takitanizawa will do this kind of thing to make her angry, and he won't do it according to his character, this kind of behavior is a little too unexpected.

Even if it's just for a few minutes.

She felt as if things weren't going the way she thought they would, including this meeting.

Satomi Ishikawa forcibly suppressed the fear in her heart that was out of control to this extent for the first time in all these years, and a dark light flashed in her eyes, forcing herself to calm down.

"When the lion declares his territory, he usually pees on the edge of the territory, and he also kicks a few feet to keep the smell longer, and I don't pee on him and make up for it a few times is enough to be sanity."

Takitanizawa pulled out a chair and sat down, and looked at the southeast again, as if to make sure if he was still being seen.

Satomi Ishikawa's fingers were cold, and she exhaled softly while releasing her mouth, and said with a reluctant smile on her clear face: "You just took out the key to intimidate him, what if someone else drives a better car?" There is no shortage of rich people in Tokyo. ”

"Then use your fists." Takitanizawa seemed to be sure that he was no longer being stared at, and his expression relaxed a little as he withdrew his gaze, raising his hand and clenching his fist.

"Not to this extent, right?"

Satomi Ishikawa looked into his eyes, trying to find what he wanted to say, but his eyes were still confused and whispered, "You will make me misunderstand like this." ”

"That's better." Takitanizawa was stunned for a moment, then smiled again and showed an indifferent look.

He seemed to be back to his old self.

But after what happened just now, Ishikawa Satomi was even more shocked when she saw him return to normal, which stemmed from the identification of the inherent impression, and she couldn't tell whether Takitanizawa was deliberately trying to create an ambiguous atmosphere with herself as before, or answering sincerely.

Drifting further and further from her own expectations, Satomi Ishikawa decided that she had to take the initiative.

"Would you like a drink?"

"I'm here by car, I can't go back today after this cup, is Ishikawa-san going to be in charge of my accommodation?"

"I'm not responsible, can you be happy?"

"Not happy."

Satomi Ishikawa rolled her eyes, and her inky luster hair stuck to her lips, adding a bit of flattery: "Then you still ask me, obviously you know all my thoughts, and we are also the best partners." ”

"I don't think I can understand you." Takitanizawa shook his head and asked the waiter for a glass of ice water by the way.

"No, you know." Satomi Ishikawa seemed to be drunk, the corners of her lips hooked up a smile, staring at the magnificent sea blue liquid in the cup and muttering to herself: "In fact, the most incomprehensible thing for people is themselves, but they often meet someone who understands her very well, if this person is of the same sex, he will probably become a good friend, and if he is of the opposite sex, he may become a couple." ”

"I don't agree with you."

"Why?"

"Why can't a person of the same sex be a couple?"

"Huh?" Satomi Ishikawa was stunned.

Takitanizawa rubbed his chin and said after thinking for a moment: "I heard that the Apache gunship and Walmart shopping bags on the other side of the ocean seem to be able to get married. ”

Hearing this, she was stunned for a while, and Satomi Ishikawa patted her forehead, her face showing helplessness.

It's like I'm annoyed that I've thought something wrong.

Then he deliberately glared at Takitanizawa fiercely.

"Boring joke!"

As this joke was spoken, the atmosphere between the two was gradually let go, and it seemed that there was no undercurrent of mutual calculation after not seeing each other for a long time.

And the little episode just now seemed to have been forgotten, and they were soon thrown into Tokyo Bay.

They greeted each other like old friends.

In addition to the topic of men and women, basically everything will be talked about, such as the typhoon a while ago, there were a lot of dead fish in Tokyo Bay, and the matter of opening a storefront, and Ishikawa Satomi would also complain about the troubles in his life, and seemed to find him to vent his emotions.

However, the chat atmosphere is generally very harmonious, and there is no use of any tea ceremony, it is very clear soup and little water.

"Has Takiya-kun read a book lately?"

Satomi Ishikawa asked suddenly.

"Yes." Takitanizawa nodded.

"Why do you still want to read?"

"Enrich yourself."

Satomi Ishikawa looked at him with a smile, like a little girl who had spied on other people's secrets, and said with a little bad taste: "It's not accurate, it should be to prevent you from meeting that kind of eldest lady with excellent tutoring, and she can't even say anything like literature when chatting with others." ”

"Aren't you the same?" Takitanizawa asked with a smile.

"I'm much better than you, in every way, I once spent three weeks in Western Europe to understand the mythological systems of the East and the West, and I floated on a ship at sea for two months to understand the actual characteristics of marine and freshwater creatures, and I didn't just know how to read."

"That's amazing." Takitanizawa said with a smile.

He really admired the quasi-emperor of the tea ceremony.

There's no need for the other party to lie about this.

The two of them have walked the same path, if there is no soft rice game, only with Takitana's own accumulation and heritage, I am afraid that she will not even have the opportunity to fight others, after all, she has worked hard to rise step by step.

And Takitanizawa belongs to overtaking in corners.

Because there is a wind spirit and moon shadow.

So it's not unusual to run fast.

"I accepted this compliment, after all, it is very rare to be sincerely admired by Takitani-kun." Satomi Ishikawa tapped her lips with her fingers, and her eyes were full of smiles.

However, the next moment she suddenly asked.

"But I've always had a question for you."

"What's the problem?" Takitanizawa stirred the ice cubes in the cup with a straw and took a sip after a moment.

Satomi Ishikawa reflected his face in her eyes, and even her misty eyes were a little sober, and she didn't care if Takitanizawa saw it or not, she just stared at his eyes tightly, her chest leaned forward slightly with her body, and she asked softly with a more serious look than ever:

"Does Takiya-kun believe in love?"

Her voice was soft as she spoke.

But it's clear.

And Takitanizawa paused when he heard this, raised his head and looked at her in mid-air, looking at the other party's eyes that seemed to be radiant, and he had some doubts in his heart whether this tea ceremony emperor was really drinking too much at this level.

Could it be that he is preparing to plant the demon in the heart of the tea and feed the game?

Does she really have the courage?

Still love, do you think I believe that I will be able to move into the Prime Minister's official residence tomorrow or do you believe in your love?

(End of chapter)