My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 343 Anti-counterfeiting labels between couples?
A-Gang rubbed his still itchy nose and glanced discreetly at the temperature displayed on his phone screen; it was only around 18°C ​​in the early morning.

"Someone must be cursing me in their heart."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shoko raised one eyebrow, her expression clearly saying, "I don't believe you."

But before she could let her imagination run wild, the next second, Tsuna's warm hand was already covering the back of her hand.

"Let's go. Today is our first official date. Why think so much?"

Gang squeezed her palm and gently pulled her out of the concrete square of the parking lot.

Just a dozen steps away, the two stood outside the aquarium's massive glass facade, squinting at the blinding sunlight.

This uniquely shaped building, from a distance, looks like a giant seashell that has been battered by waves, its surface covered with varying shades of blue that reflect light slightly in the summer sun.

"So...so many people..."

Shoko instinctively shrank back, looking hesitantly at the long, congested queue at the entrance, and asked:
"Isn't the museum supposed to open at nine o'clock? Are we considered late...?"

A prominent electronic screen overhead displayed the time '09:21' and scrolled real-time ticketing information and notices.

She squeezed the paper ticket she had reserved in her pocket, took a breath, and pulled Tsuna along to catch up with the tail of the group.

In front were several children wearing cartoon hats and their parents, and people quickly lined up behind them.

The noise gradually grew louder, and the distinctive scent of sunscreen could be faintly smelled in the air.

“Shoko…” In the group, Tsuna tugged at Shoko’s hand, “Did you really look at those two tickets properly?”

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Seeing Shoko's face full of question marks, Tsuna tightened his grip and expertly led her around the group.
"Let's go, I bought a VIP ticket, exclusive lane," he explained casually.

"??" Shoko's head was filled with even more questions.

The two walked straight to the ticket gate in the distance where there was almost no queue, naturally attracting several envious and jealous gazes.

The ticket check and ticket clipping were completed in one smooth motion, and Xiaozi even received two limited-edition couple pendant pendants as a gift from the ticket gate staff.

After thanking her, Shoko put the pendant into her bag and hurriedly walked to the metal turnstile with the green light on.

Following the example of the person in front, align the part of the ticket stub with the QR code and stick it to the scanning area.

With a soft "beep," the green light flashed, and the gate lever loosened.

She tried pushing it, and the gate opened with a click. She quickly crawled through, and immediately heard a slight "click" as the gate closed behind her, followed by the sound of Gang scanning a QR code.

Tsuna tightened his grip on Shoko's hand. "Let's go." With just one step across the threshold, the surrounding air seemed to be instantly replaced.

A cool, moist sensation, carrying the scent of the deep sea, rushed towards them, instantly engulfing them.

The scorching sun and the noisy queuing outside seemed to be shut out by an invisible glass door.

The environment suddenly darkened, with only a few directional signs and a faint, deep blue light.

A huge, oddly shaped archway stands in front of the passage, from which the low sound of flowing water and the blurry shimmering of light and shadow can be heard.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Ugh, ugh, so boring~" Nishimiya Yuzuru sprawled out on the living room tatami mat, kicking his legs listlessly in the air, looking like a stranded fish.

She kept complaining in a drawn-out tone, and even Hachiko, who was lying next to her, turned his head away with an expression of "I can't bear to watch".

"Xiaoli-chan is busy, and Mori-ki-chan is busy too. I should have just secretly followed my sister to the aquarium."

The complaints stopped abruptly after a while.

Hachiko, who had been listening intently, tried to discern whether the silence was due to some hidden agenda or genuine exhaustion and sleep.

The tips of his ears twitched suspiciously, and he unconsciously made a soft, confused "hmm" sound from his nose.

Just then! Before it could even tilt its head and lean closer to check its breath, Nishimiya Yuzuru suddenly sat up with a "whoosh"!
Those bright, sparkling eyes seemed to have a GPS tracker, locking onto Hachiko's fluffy, round face with unparalleled precision.

"Let's go! Hachiko, let's go for a stroll in the park!" Before the words were even finished, Nishimiya Yuzuru sprang up from the tatami mat with a "whoosh".

In the blink of an eye, he dashed out of the living room, leaving only his trailing voice and the echoing "pat-pat" of his footsteps behind him.

Hachiko slowly got up, shook his fur, and when he came to the entrance, Nishimiya Yuzuru already had the dog leash, a plastic bag for collecting poop, and a small shovel in his hand.

Although she hasn't used the latter two items much in the past few years, she still subconsciously carries them with her, just in case.

Seeing her bend down to tie her shoelaces, Hachiko skillfully picked up the leash buckle, deftly tossed his head, and the leash slid perfectly into the collar. The whole set of movements was smooth and effortless, just waiting for the word "master" to leave.

The renowned artist Miyamura once commented: "Sometimes it's hard to tell whether Yuzuru is teasing Hachiko or Hachiko is 'taking care' of Yuzuru."

"I'm going out!" Yuzuru Nishimiya opened the door, turned around and shouted at the empty house before taking Hachiko's hand and heading towards the park.

"Click..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The overhead lights in the passageway cast a hazy blue glow, and schools of fish silently swam by, leaving trails of light behind them.

Just as a silver fish shadow swam past above Shoko's cheek, she tilted her face, bathed in blue light, and looked curiously at the person beside her:
"Tsuna, Tsuna, what does 'planting strawberries' mean?"

"..." Tsuna didn't explain immediately, but instead looked at her with a slightly speechless expression: "Didn't you just secretly search for it on your phone?"

Unfazed by her little scheme being exposed, Shoko stuck out her tongue, her eyes darting around, and continued to press for details: "Oh, no! I mean..."

She mimicked the tone of the comments she saw online, lowering her voice mysteriously:

"The online 'experts' all say that 'giving a hickey' is just stamping your boyfriend's neck with a 'personal anti-counterfeiting stamp'."
"Let all the girls who want to get close back on their own!" Her eyes lit up as she finished speaking.
"Tsuna, is this anti-counterfeiting measure... really that effective?"

"Fake!"

Tsuna shook his head without hesitation. A huge manta ray silhouette slowly drifted across the arched wall above, casting a large shadow.
"Even 'strawberry plants' have a chance of dying out completely."

Hearing him say that, Shoko didn't believe him at all. Instead, she was a little eager to try it out and unlocked a new intimate action.

Thinking about trying to implant a few on Gang tonight, if it weren't for the tourists and surveillance cameras around here, she would have wanted to try it right now!

"Could you please wipe your drool first, Shoko, and put away those unhealthy thoughts in your head?"

Gang raised his hand and rubbed her head. Seeing her dazed look, he could guess what kind of nonsense she was thinking without even having to think.

"..."

(End of this chapter)