Chapter 442 The Real Gangster Lady
In the earlier time, when fancy motorcycles were speeding through the streets of Tokyo, looking for cherry blossoms that were still in full bloom in late April like crazy people.
The bright lights of the cars drew horizontal lines on the streets, interweaving into a totem unique to modern civilization.
In a high-end apartment
In the spacious bedroom, there was a large bed that could accommodate four or five people. The sheets were as white as snow, but the pair of legs lying on it were even whiter and more stunning. What kind of legs were they? Simply put, just seeing this pair of beautiful legs would make you feel that it doesn't matter even if there is no upper body.
It completely satisfies all human fantasies. Not to mention the length, it is completely to the extent that the elder sister's legs are longer than the younger sister's life. The skin is whiter than snow, and every inch of the skin is flawless. The relaxed calves are slender, with straight and beautiful lines. Her thighs were not like those of ordinary people, where the flesh flowed to the sides. Instead, they were round and straight, with both plumpness and fitness. It was obvious that she had been well-trained, and she was a real weapon for actual combat.
Quietly following the perfect long legs, I saw that the roots of her thighs were slightly covered by the hem of the wide white T-shirt, and I could only see a deep black in the valley. There was infinite temptation in the half-covered, which was soul-stirring.
The lustful moonlight was not sparing, pouring inch by inch on this perfect body.
The loose T-shirt bulged abruptly on her chest, which really fulfilled the saying that a mountain can be seen from the side and a peak from the side, and it can be seen from different distances and heights. If you lie down between the beautiful legs and look up along the midline of the triangle, you can only see two hemispherical peaks and the deep valley in the middle. If you ride on those beautiful legs and look down from top to bottom, you can get a glimpse of the whole picture, see the beautiful double peaks like an inverted jade bowl, and even see a touch of unrestrained white from the collar.
The huge floor-to-ceiling windows have no curtains or any screen-like decorations to block the moonlight, so that the moonlight can flow freely into the room. But even so, no one can see this wonderful view, because there is no building that is the same level as this apartment. Luxury apartment, tower.
The favorite of Tokyo's rich people, Xisaki once strongly recommended it to Hojo Kyosuke. For the same price, the neighbors of Ruyi Liao are third-tier celebrities, dentists, and presidents of small factories. But if you come here, you may become a popular star or the president of a well-known company.
And what is the woman who lives alone in such a mansion doing at this moment? Listening to classical music and applying a facial mask? Looking at the messages sent by countless licking dogs on the phone and laughing secretly? Looking at the German books used as bedtime reading?
"Dianwei Dianwei! Dark Star Mecha God Dianwei!!"
A loud roar suddenly sounded, and the woman with perfect long legs yelled like crazy.
But when the light flashed on the phone, her hands fell weakly, and the phone fell on the bed. What appeared on the screen was not the latest character Dark Star Mecha God Dianwei, but Pang Tong of Hedong in the 30th year.
Yes, she was playing games.
Yes, at three or four in the morning, which delicate woman would not sleep? Are you going to die? Or in other words, if you don't sleep at three or four o'clock and your skin is still so smooth and tight, you should be shot!
Wuwuwu——
The woman turned over and put her face into the pillow. Her legs kept kicking up and down, hammering the soft bed.
"It's already ten consecutive draws!"
The woman sobbed and stood up. The little face full of despair and pity instantly made people feel that it didn't matter even if there was only the upper body.
She turned on her phone and wanted to cry to her friends about her miserable experience and accuse the unscrupulous games of numerous crimes.
Everyone knows there are Africans, but why am I an African! Why! Who defines who is an African! ? I have changed so many games and so many mobile phones. Is it really real-name authentication! ?
She quickly opened the chat boxes one by one. Don't get me wrong, it's not copy and paste. Her anger can't be vented in just a few lines. Besides, she is a Chinese teacher! Writing a short essay is not a piece of cake.
The names of the chat boxes are: Xue Xue Ye, Xiao Mi Ji, and Annoying Jing Yang No
But! After waiting and waiting, no one responded to the short essays that were full of tears and would definitely make people cry.
Ah, Xiao Xue Ye, Xiao Mi Ji, Xiao Yang No, why don't you pay attention to me.
The advantage of being old is that it is difficult to meet people who need to use honorifics. Life is lonely like snow.
This made Shizuka Hiratsuka's mood further depressed. Fortunately, she noticed the time.
Three forty
Oh, it turned out to be this time. Rubbish games ruin my youth! I could have chatted with so many people on chat software with this time!
The woman who would never chat with strangers thought so.
Very good, it seems that everyone is sleeping well. That's right, I still have to work and go to work tomorrow, I can't not sleep well!
The woman who was complaining just now instantly found a reason to comfort herself, but it was not comforting, because this was her true thought.
She is a qualified teacher and fully understands the harm of staying up late and indulging in games. Although she stays up late to play games, krypton and liver, this does not affect her guidance of friends to be good!
All friends are asleep, but the bad air in her chest can't be relieved. There is no choice, Shizuka Hiratsuka can only click on a chat group she joined because of playing games.
Wow, they are all Internet addicts, and they are still so energetic at this time. Don't you need to go to work or school tomorrow!
Thinking of this, Shizuka Hiratsuka also typed a sentence:
"Good evening, are you all awake? You woke up so early, and we have to get up in three hours."
The group chat that was originally chatting heatedly suddenly paused, and then overwhelming complaints came like a tide.
"She is worthy of being called a mud cat. Every time I see her speak, I feel that my existence is a mistake."
"Thank you for reminding me that it's time to go to bed. Damn, three hours, sleep... sleep wool, sleep in the classroom."
"I have a question, why do humans need to go to work?"
"It's so painful, my brain is useless!"
"The mud cat's words are always so pleasant to hear."
"Mud cat" is Shizuka Hiratsuka's nickname, taken from Natsume Soseki's haiku "When the rain falls continuously, the mud cat sleeps to death in the Buddhist scriptures."
To be precise, this nickname was used two years ago. Earlier, she had always used "Grandma said, I am a god." In PVP games, she is the kind of person who will be besieged when she sees her, but she doesn't care, or she likes it very much. After all, can a woman who reads fighting and hot-blooded comics play games casually? Raising a pet and taking pictures of the scenery is not as fun as fighting!
Such a meaningful nickname was, of course, given to her by Yukino Momoka, who looks like a beauty from an ink painting.
At first, she was a little reluctant and thought her original nickname was more handsome, but when Okudera Miki mercilessly pointed out, "What kind of person do you think someone with such a nickname would be?"
"Of course, he is a handsome man with both wisdom and courage!" Shizuka Hiratsuka was full of confidence. This is the essence extracted from Kamen Rider Kabuto!
"... If you insist on treating zhongni as loyalty and courage, I won't say anything to you. I can also bear it as a handsome man, but you are a beauty!"
Yes, I am a beauty!
Shizuka Hiratsuka suddenly realized.
该死，年近三十还一次恋爱没谈过，经历了相亲时被撵出会场，帮相亲对象抢回被小偷抢走的包反而因为把小偷一拳揍趴，四人约会的时候对面的男人When speaking, he raised his hand tremblingly to ask if he could speak... After a series of events that could be described as a history of blood and tears, Hiratsuka Shizuka almost forgot that she was a super beauty.
Damn it, why don’t I have a boyfriend! Why haven’t I gotten married yet? Why am I still playing games in the middle of the night? Why do I have to be teased by idiot games for being African on such a beautiful night? Why do I have to sleep on such a big bed alone? Why……
The memories ended here. Hiratsuka Shizuka, who exuded a corrupt and ominous black aura, sent a screenshot of the game to the game group. The group of friends who were still awake at this point were indeed people who had been severely tortured by the game, and they all sent out words of comfort.
"I told my friend before that my intuition was very accurate. He threw more than ten scratch tickets I bought at my face and told me to get out, but if he saw Mr. Mudcat, he would definitely kneel down and apologize to me."
"I knew there were dog-assists in the game, but I didn't expect there was also Pluto. My father always told me to study hard and read more biographies to learn business methods. But I didn't expect to see such a wonderful business war in Mr. Mudcat. This is a more advanced technique than drowning a fortune tree - you laugh at me being African, but everyone is African!"
"Advanced, advanced, if I hadn't gotten Dian Wei with a ten-shot combo, I'm afraid I would have had a cerebral hemorrhage after seeing Mudcat's screenshot."
"..."
Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at the messages from everyone, and felt that the rising anger in her heart gradually subsided, turning into a dark liquid that kept piling up.
This month's salary... draw!
It was obviously late at night, but because of such an unlucky guy, the air was filled with a happy atmosphere.
Suddenly, different news appeared in the harmonious group.
"Big event·Yakuza VS Bad! The demise of the Yamazakura Group?"
Yamazakura Group? Some familiar words made Shizuka Hiratsuka's eyes change.
She looked and saw that the person who spoke was Hanahana Taro, a high school student who rarely spent money on games and relied on his hard work. He was an ordinary high school student. They had chatted a few words when they met in the group by chance after staying up late. I remember that his home seemed to be in Katsushika District.
As for the Yamazakura Group, she switched the interface and opened the contact book. After searching for a while, she saw a contact named "Doma Village (Yamazakura Group)".
This is a separate group, and the names of other people are all followed by a suffix of XX Group.
She looked at the time again and confirmed that it was almost four o'clock.
Are the Yakuza so hard now?
She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. Even if they wanted to fight, shouldn't they have finished fighting and wailing on the hospital bed at this time?
Moreover, bad guys?
Keywords such as airplane head, high backrest, Ai Luo Wuyong, etc. quickly appeared in her mind.
Shouldn't those guys have gone to bed long ago? And when did the bad guys dare to go to the Yamazakura Group to fight? The Yamazakura Group is not one of those messy little gangs. It is a serious organization where people have cut off their little fingers.
Thinking of this, she looked at the screen of her mobile phone again. The other people in the group were obviously full of questions like her. However, after reading the message, she felt that she was probably confused. Why did she believe these guys with problem circuits? The direction of the chat in the group became more and more strange.
Black kimono, samurai sword, gangster lady? Gangster lady does exist, her hair is black, shiny and long, and when she turns around, it flies up like a black crescent moon. Her legs are long and straight, and she is so cool that people fall in love with her at first sight and will never forget her. She is a peerless beauty pursued by thousands of boys and uncles.
But a bad girl with a machine gun and a sailor suit? What a dream! Bad girls are all non-mainstream! Compared with gangster lady, it is completely unbearable!
Both descriptions can be said to be completely subjective without any objectivity. Anyone with a brain can think of who the so-called gangster lady is.
A woman whose daily pastime is playing games, reading special effects and fighting hot-blooded comics. She doesn't know how to arrange flowers or tea, but she is proficient in aikido and mixed martial arts. She drinks when she has time on weekends. If she is more elegant, she wears camouflage trousers and a black vest and drives an off-road vehicle to the wild to continue drinking.
The Chinese teacher in a high school who can only eat ramen if she spends too much money accidentally, lives in a high-end tower in the city center and drives a Toyota Land Cruiser and Aston Martin Vantage.
Almost none of her friends know the information of her family, and even her best friends have never been to her house as a guest.
Such a person is nothing but a killer! Even a spy has to find a fake husband and a fake daughter to disguise his identity!
In short, this ordinary Chinese teacher with outdated jokes is actually the eldest daughter of the Higashikawa family, one of the three major gangs in Tokyo.
At this moment, this eldest daughter is watching the crazy pursuit of the gangster eldest daughter by everyone in the group. While secretly feeling happy, she also quietly followed and sent a few thumbs up to show that the gangster eldest daughter is the best!
She even secretly thought that if you guys in the group could praise her more, this gangster eldest daughter would forgive your previous offense. If you praise me, it’s not impossible to tell you what a real gangster eldest daughter is like.
What all-black kimono? Unless my old man dies, who would wear it? Samurai sword? How low, what era is it still using swords and guns? Of course, open a bigger and more luxurious shop opposite the pachinko shop, use the most popular animation for all the machines, squeeze the other party's shop out of business, let them not pay wages and then go bankrupt.
This is the modern Yakuza, you have to keep up with the times to survive!
As for the eldest daughter? How could she stay in that kind of place? She has been attending girls' schools since she was a child, and her university is Ochanomizu University, which is known as the Women's University of Tokyo. The eldest daughter with all-round development of morality, intelligence and physical fitness is the right way!
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