I Loaded the Love Game

This is a high-end mansion adjacent to Tokyo Bay.

　　 Entering into the magnificent living room, you can see the yacht staying on the pier behind the large and bright floor-to-ceiling windows on the left. Another group of guests just disembarked and entered the living room.

　　 The headlights hang from the four-story ceiling, the light is bright and not dazzling.

　　 The guests are staggered, and there are elegant waiters carrying drinks and shuttles between them.

　　 Even with such a dance, when Miki Kujo, who was holding Watanabe's arm, walked into the venue, everyone subconsciously saw it—perhaps because of the power of the Kujo family, or perhaps because of the outstanding appearance of the two.

　　 "Good evening everyone," Miki Kujo smiled and said hello, then introduced Toru Watanabe to everyone, "This is my boyfriend, Toru Watanabe."

　　 After speaking, her dark and bright eyes looked at Watanabe Toru without blinking.

　　 "Good evening, I am Toru Watanabe." Toru Watanabe smiled and nodded.

　　 This kind of rare smile, when he smiled at them, all the stars fell on this ball tonight.

　　 The handsome and straight young boy stood casually, and his hair was not deliberately combed back. The whole person was confident enough to be the owner of the mansion who had just come down from the third floor, and greeted the guests cordially.

　　The girl's soft voice faintly came from the living room.

　　 Looking at Miki Kujo who was profiled by Watanabe Toru, she smiled satisfied. Then she looked around the entire living room, shining provocatively and proudly.

　　 is like telling everyone: ‘my stuff, everything is the best. ’

The host of the 　　 ball came to the two of them. It was a couple. The man wears a tuxedo and the woman wears a kimono.

　　 In the greeting, Watanabe Toru learned that the two had a last name.

　　 Although I don’t know what the other party is doing, the "one" that can be associated with Miki Kujo is definitely the "one" that belongs to one of the "five-sho family".

　　 The bigger the Kujo family’s network, the more headache Watanabe Toru has.

　　 Kujo Miki's status is obviously the top in this banquet, because people constantly come to say hello, and she is completely waiting for others to greet her.

　　 But when she was actually talking, Kujo Miki looked very polite again, using honorifics to everyone, most of the time she even regarded herself as a junior.

　　 "Nine!"

　　 A girl in a blue dress came over, and beside her there was a boy in a tuxedo and a girl in a light green dress.

　　 Toru Watanabe, who was so bored that he swallowed and didn't know how many yawns, finally came to mind.

　　 He is still smiling, and his eyes are all on Miki Kujo-this action aroused the envy of the women around him, but Yu Guang looked at the three of them.

　　 By convention, these three should be ‘villains’.

　　 "Nine," the two girls greeted each other cordially, and then immediately said as if they had already memorized the speech, "Your boyfriend is so handsome and charming."

　　 Kujo Miki pursed her lips and smiled: "It's okay, just barely."

　　 Well, it seems that these two are not.

　　 Toru Watanabe looked at Miki Kujo with a smile "I really can't help you", and Yu Guang looked at the boy in the tuxedo.

　　 There must be one "Rebel", right?

　　 "Hello, I am Takashido." The boy kindly stretched out his right hand.

　　 "Hello, Toru Watanabe."

　　 The two shook hands.

　　 "Are you interested in cars?" the boy named Takasado asked.

　　 Is it the rich second-generation car show code? Watanabe Toru was thinking like this, and the girl in the blue dress said, "Takaji, you really like cars. Say it when you meet!"

　　 "What do you know!" Takashidao replied impatiently, and then looked at Watanabe Toru expectantly.

　　 "I am interested, but I don't understand at all."

　　 "It's okay if you don't understand!" Takashido was excited as if he had found the same kind. "My family has a racing circuit in Shizuoka. I have formed an amateur team by myself. Let's try it together tomorrow?"

　　 "Racing car?"

　　 "I am a professional..."

　　 "He is a professional racer! I have said it ten thousand times!" The girl in the light green dress rushed to finish.

　　Takajido was like a boy who was interrupted by a second-year illness calling for a trick, showing a very unhappy straight male expression.

　　 He ignored the girl and continued to say to Toru Watanabe: "The two new Lamborghini I ordered have arrived. As a gift, I will give you one. I will run two laps tomorrow and how about driving it away by the way?"

"what?"

"That's right!" Takashiro patted his forehead, "You shouldn't have a driver's license yet, so let me ask you to transport it in a car. But it's okay to try it at the racing track, and the traffic police can't control it. Tell you, I ran a lap time of 1 minute and 39 seconds, you know how much..."

　　 "Wait." Watanabe Toru interrupted him quickly.

　　 "That's how he is. When it comes to the car, he can't stop." The girl in the blue dress said unceremoniously.

　　 Kujo Miki turned around and said to Watanabe Toru, "Do you want it? I'll buy you one if I want it."

　　 "......"

　　 Is the topic of rich people so boring?

　　 "No need. When I said I was interested in cars, I meant karts and motorcycles." Watanabe said perfunctorily.

　　 But it’s not nonsense. Motorcycles are the standard equipment for open-face driving, and karting is his personal interest.

　　 "Kart? What's the point of that kind of toy car?" Takashito finally said something like rebellion.

　　 "You are so rude!"

　　 "Everyone has different interests, how can there be high and low points?"

　　 The two girls fight for him.

　　 "What do you know." Takashidō ignored the two of them, "Watanabe, I will let you send the car to you. If you want to play, come to me whenever you want, and teach you how to drift."

　　 "...not really necessary."

　　 "What if you want to play? And interest can be developed!" Takashi was anxious, and he meant to break up without accepting this Lamborghini.

　　Even though they hadn't seen each other for five minutes, there was no friendship at all.

　　 Toru Watanabe wouldn't think that the other party really wanted to Amway racing, and gave him Lamborghini for free. All these are all for the sake of Miki Kujo.

　　 "I'm interested in going to your racing circuit someday, the car is unnecessary, and the gentleman is not loved by others."

　　 "Okay." Takashido looked regretful, "I must come."

　　 The three exchanged contact information with Toru Watanabe and greeted the others.

　　 "Why didn't you accept it? The price of the car that Takashido bought was 60 million yen." Kujo Miki said deeply.

"I don't have 60 million yen in my eyes." Watanabe smiled and put his hand on her slender waist, staring into her eyes, "I am not with you for money, but for something more important. "

"what?"

"you guess?"

"Greasy mouth and tongue." Kujo Miki took his hand away and forced the two to return to the posture of holding hands. "But you have been very satisfied with your performance from just now. I will buy you what you want. "

　　 "Really?"

"what do you like?"

　　 Watanabe leaned to her ear: "I like you."

　　 Kujo Miki twisted his flanks a bit.

　　 "hiss——"

　　 "I am yours, don't need to buy it." She gave a mischievous smile.

　　 Toru Watanabe, whose heart was nearly two beats, once again deeply realized the fact that {Kujo Miki is a demon}.

　　 The dance party this time is exactly the same as Kiyono Rin said, there is no special attention, you can do your own thing after greeting the owner of the dance party.

　　 If it weren't for being brought by Kujo Mihime, Watanabe would be happy to come here as a long experience, and taste the dazzling array of food on the long table by the way.

　　 7:30 to 8:00 is the time for admission and cocktail parties, and the formal dance is from 8:00 to 10:00.

　　 Before 8 o'clock, Kujo Miki and various people took turns to greet each other. Although the topic of the race car was more boring, Watanabe Toru could only accompany him.

　　 His behavior is not strictly in accordance with etiquette, but he is confident in his words and deeds, giving people a sense of detachment that he sees through clear rules and regulations, and other people will not have the idea that he does not know etiquette at all.

　　 The figures of the two were chased by the people in the venue from beginning to end.

　　 Toru Watanabe didn't meet a ‘rebellious’, but many girls peeked at him with red cheeks, reminding him of Mai-senpai who was doing errands.

　　 is really terrible.

　　 Fortunately, he didn't continue to point [Charm: Smile], otherwise he might really become a facial paralysis in the future.

　　 At eight o'clock, Rin Kiyano, dressed in aqua blue dress, walked into the venue in the warm cocktail music.

　　 With her beautiful and young dreamy figure, she finally took her eyes away from Watanabe Toru and the two.

　　 But apart from saying hello, there will be no one around Kiyono Rin.

　　 is the upper class after all, it is a wise choice to stay away from the "polygraph".

　　 Toru Watanabe picked up the juice and offered a glass to Rin Kiyano who was already eating in the corner, expressing his boundless envy.

　　 Kiyino Rin replied to the goblet with clear water, and then took a sip like a lonely winner. The eyes that had been staring at Watanabe thoroughly were triumphant and mocking.

　　 The lights slowly dimmed, and the melody accompanied by the waltz sounded.

　　 In the venue, the male partner and his female partner smiled knowingly, then they hugged each other, their limbs entangled, and the body waltzed tightly.

　　 Watanabe Toru turned her face, Kujo Miki was looking at him with a smile.

　　 took a deep breath and made a gesture of invitation, and Kujo Miki put her hand on his palm.

　　 Watanabe embraced her slender waist, held her hand, and took the basic steps of the waltz.

　　 "How does the prom feel?" Kujo Miki said with a light smile.

　　 Watanabe Toru feels the softness of her body, smells the fragrance, and the sweet and greasy moisture exhaling from her mouth.

　　 "It's so stupid. Why don't we go to the movies holding hands." Watanabe added after complaining, "Of course, I can't ask for it to keep my arms around your waist like this."

While talking, I silently read Qingye Rin's guidance: the first shot, the male retreats to the left, the female enters the right; the second shot, the male crosses the right, the female crosses the left; the third shot, the two sides are both feet together..... ..

　　 "Then go to the movies next time."

　　 "My performance today passed?"

　　 "Reluctantly..." Kujo Miki, who was still smiling just now, suddenly turned cold.

　　 Watanabe chuckled and said, "I didn't mean it."

　　 "You are the first one who dares to step on me."

　　 Watanabe thought to himself, pretending to be jealous: "Are you still dancing with other men?! That's right, for you ladies, the dance party is just a part of life..."

　　 Kujo Miki lifted her heels and unceremoniously stepped on the back of Watanabe Toru's instep.

　　 "Woo——!!!"

　　 Watanabe was sweating all over his head, and his hand consciousness squeezed Miki Kujo's waist, making her press her body quietly.

　　 One is pain, and the other is worried that my acting skills will be seen through.

"Let you increase your memory, don't take this lady's words to heart." As she said, she buried her face in Watanabe's arms and stepped on soft dance steps. "But you look so jealous, forgive you this time. ."

　　 Watanabe Tetsumi was in her arms, but she was in the mood for the rest of her life, and then finally remembered what happened at the Shinagawa Aquarium-Kujo Miki didn't like others to touch her.

　　‘Does she really like me? This thought flashed through Watanabe's heart.

　　 It is normal for him to be liked. Eight out of ten girls in the school would like to be his girlfriend, one is already his girlfriend, and the last one is Rin Kiyano.

　　 Toru Watanabe wanted to observe Miki Kujo's expression, but unfortunately, she leaned her face on his chest, and only she knew what she was thinking now.

　　 After dancing a dance, Kujo Miki said something was okay, and she left temporarily—actually to go to the toilet or make up.

　　 But she didn't wear any makeup, so Watanabe was sure she was going to the bathroom.

　　 It's finally time for a break, Watanabe Toru hurriedly looked around the venue, and saw Rin Kiyono eating slowly in the corner.

　　The lights on the dance floor change, the shadows are intertwined, and the combination of the crowd has changed and changed. Only there is always her alone.

　　 Watanabe Toru wandered over.

　　 Kiyino Rin was deseeding the watermelon with a fork in his hand, and he smiled when he saw him approaching.

　　 "Watanabe-san, what are you doing here, are you going to invite me to dance?"

　　 "What are you talking about? Tell me what is delicious? I'm almost starving to death!"

　　 "..." Kiyano Rin thrust a fork into the watermelon meat fiercely, "You man is really hot."

　　 She sighed and said what she thought was good.

　　 Watanabe Toru took a plate and piled those things on it.

　　 "Didn't I say that, there can only be four kinds of food on the plate at most, and it must be small, and you can take it as many times as you like."

　　 "Do what those do." Watanabe ate a piece of golden roasted suckling pig. "The people who make these rules are far worse than me. Why should I give in to the restraints of the weak."

　　 "Your tone is more and more like your girlfriend."

　　 "What kind of meat is this? Why does it taste raw?"

　　 "Lamb, medium-cooked."

　　 "I'm too old, I usually chase the **** of the sheep directly." Watanabe Toru deliberately sarcastically said that he has never been used to eating **** things.

　　 "噗——"

　　Because of the sudden smile, Kiyano Rin almost lost the watermelon plate.

　　 While smiling, she tried her best to be steady, cleaned up her white face and dyed it cherry blossoms.

　　 Watanabe Toru didn't intend to make her laugh, this old stalker just said casually without thinking.

　　 But I can make Kiyano Rin laugh, it feels not bad, as the so-called beautiful...

　　 "What are you doing here?" At some point, Kujo Miki was already standing next to him.

　　 "...Come to say hello to classmates and have something to eat by the way."

　　 "You two have a good relationship. Saying hello can make you laugh like this." Kujo Miki looked at Watanabe Toru with invisible eyes.

　　 "It's so normal." Watanabe Toru put a fork on the half-cooked lamb and fed it to her mouth, "Mime, you are hungry too, try it."

　　 Miki Kujo glanced at him, she frowned and let go of her teeth just as she bit her teeth.

　　 "I don't like this, you have to eat it."

"what?"

"Ok?"

　　 "...It's delicious!" Watanabe chewed thoroughly, and decided to buy some insecticide on the way back.

　　 Kujo Miki took the fork in his hand~www.ltnovel.com~ and forked herself a piece of ham: "Kyono-san still doesn't have a partner this time?"

　　 "When has a boyfriend become a capital to show off? The last dance was obviously like me. Did you make you so proud after a dance? It's superficial." Kiyono Rin shot back unceremoniously.

　　 "It seems that you really care about this kind of thing, I didn't say anything, do you secretly think of men in your heart..."

"Forget it, forget it. There are so many people, go back to school, no, I'll be noisy next time when school starts." Watanabe hurriedly stopped Miki Kujo, and his sixth sense told him: If the noise goes on like this, the war will definitely burn On him.

　　 "Are you helping her or me?" Kujo Miki asked.

"You are my girlfriend, who do you say I help? But there is no need not." Watanabe grabbed her fork and ate the remaining half of ham: "Let's go and eat something else, I'll give you some ."

　　 He put his fork on the plate, freed his arm and walked towards the food area with Miki Kujo.

"What to eat?"

　　 "Salmon. What's wrong with the things on your plate? It's all I don't like to eat. You changed it for me, do you hear it?"

　　While listening to Miki Kujo's face-off, Watanabe turned back secretly and showed a triumphant smile at Rin Kiyono.

　　 Qingye Rin faced the plate and "bah" spit out a black watermelon seed.

　　‘What’s the matter with this woman? Don't know any thanks! ’

　　:. :