My love is abyss mode

Chapter 22 Autumn Cold
At night, an autumn rain fell outside the window, and the sound of the rain could be clearly heard inside the house.

He opened the refrigerator and took out a fried pork cutlet rice bento. Kuronuma Ya sat cross-legged in front of the low wooden table, eating while watching the raindrops hit the window glass, drawing curved lines and flowing downwards.

Shirakawa Momo has some prejudice against Senior Toyama, but he doesn't think that "never paying for 18R comics in bookstores" has anything to do with "wrong choices".

Senior Toyama was able to take the comics away without paying, most likely because she knew the owner of the bookstore and had a good relationship with him - this owner should be a mutual friend of Shirakawa Momo and senior Toyama.

Is that Hatsukano?

Kuronuma Ya picked up a mouthful of rice with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. With his other hand, he took out his mobile phone and searched for Hatsukano Bookstore on the Internet.

A lot of positive news about Hatsukano Co., Ltd. popped up. After eating his lunch, he already had a basic understanding of the surname Hatsukano.

This behemoth covers various industries such as chemical industry, heavy industry, entertainment, energy, real estate, etc. In simple terms, it can be summarized in one word - chaebol.

No wonder Shirakawa Momo can offer expensive chestnuts, it turns out they come from such a faraway place.

Hei Nuya put down his phone, stood up, put the garbage into the trash can, tied the black garbage bag, and prepared to throw it away when he went out tomorrow.

Walking into the bathroom, he continued to organize his thoughts while taking a shower.

Since Hatsukano is a chaebol and Senior Toyama is the daughter of a kendo family, neither side would care about the price of a few comics.

However, Shirakawa Momo has been guiding him to think that "Senior Toyama has a good relationship with the bookstore owner just to get the comics for free", using this to explain that Senior Toyama is insidious and has other intentions.

The sinister and treacherous person must be Shirakawa Momo.

Talking about principles, teammates, mistakes and other polite words, in the final analysis, is to keep him away from Senior Sister Yuanshan. It is unknown what her mentality is.

In that case, there's no need to pay attention to her until she apologizes.

When he finished taking a shower, it was a little past 8 o'clock and it was still too early to go to bed. Hei Zha Ya picked up the paperback book that was casually placed on the low wooden table, opened the plastic cover, and sat on the bed leaning against the wall to read.

If you spend money to buy a book but don't read it carefully, you will feel that you have missed out.

It rained all night. When I went out the next day, the sun was shining brightly, the air was clear and crisp, and the cool autumn breeze made me feel refreshed.

I didn't meet Shirakawa Momo on the way to the tram station. When Kuronuma Kiba arrived at the bookstore, she had already started sorting the books.

She stepped on the steps of the folding stepladder in black sneakers and raised her hands with great effort. The loose white sweatshirt made her petite figure look particularly cute, like a cat stretching its claws through the gap in the railing to catch dried fish.

Noticing the gaze, Shirakawa Tao turned around and looked over. When their eyes met, she was stunned for a few seconds, and there was a complicated emotion in her golden eyes.

Without saying hello to her, Kuronuma Ya took the fifth volume of "Angel-sama" from the lending area, walked to the cashier counter, opened the cash register, and started his day's work.

Senior Yuanshan did not show up today. During lunch break, the two of them still walked across the intersection together and went to McDonald's on the next street to eat a poor meal.

Shirakawa Momo didn't bring up yesterday's topic, and Kuronuma Kiba didn't have anything extra to say. Neither of them liked to chat, so they finished their lunch in silence and returned to the bookstore together.

Before I pushed open the clear glass door, the crying of a little girl in the bookstore reached my ears.

Shirakawa Momo frowned slightly, her delicate face instantly covered with a layer of shadow, and she pushed open the glass door of the bookstore with impatience.

Heinuma Ya followed her in and saw a little girl in a princess dress standing between the shelves in the cultural and creative area, crying loudly and wiping her tears with her sleeves.

Judging from the finely crafted skirt and shiny lacquered shoes, she must be a child from a wealthy family.

"What's going on?" Shirakawa Momo turned her head to look at the clerk at the cashier counter beside her, her voice, which she had deliberately lowered, could not hide her irritation.

"It's Mrs. Otomo's child." The female clerk covered her mouth with her hand, leaned over and said in a similarly low voice, "The child wanted a jigsaw puzzle from the display case in the cultural and creative area, and she was making a fuss and refused to leave, so Mrs. Otomo kept her here."

Since the clerk knew her, it meant that Mrs. Otomo was a regular customer, or a lady of status.

Even if the way she educates her children is not appropriate, it is difficult for the bookstore to respond effectively.

Kuronuma Ya looked down and saw a shadow in Shirakawa Momo's eyes. Her fingers were clenched and turned white. She asked with some doubt, "You don't like this way of education?"

"I don't like children."

She fished out a black folding phone from the front pocket of her sweatshirt, opened the flip, punched in three numbers, and raised it to her ear.

Momo Shirakawa called the police.

When Kuronuma Kiba reacted, she was saying to the person on the other end of the phone, "Someone abandoned a child at Hatsukano Bookstore. I hope someone can be sent to deal with it as soon as possible."

The public security in Neon is not very good, but in crowded places like Shinjuku, patrol police can be seen everywhere.

A few minutes later, two patrolmen walked into the bookstore, talked to the clerk who witnessed the incident, and took the crying child away.

After watching them leave, Shirakawa Tao's expression finally relaxed a little, the shadow in her golden eyes dissipated, and her normal indifferent look returned.

"Mrs. Otomo might cause you trouble." Kuronuma Ya kindly reminded.

"I'll handle it properly."

"Just because you hate children, you have to go to this extent?"

"Strictly speaking, I hate all creatures that don't understand human language, like Minions and SpongeBob."

Shirakawa Momo glanced at him coldly, walked towards the lending area, and said in a stern tone: "Also, loud noises are prohibited in bookstores. This is part of the principle."

"Is there no other solution?" Kuronuma Fang followed her to the lending area to get the sixth volume of "Angel-sama".

"Exacerbating the conflict is the most efficient way to resolve the issue, and I really want to call the police."

"That's too inhumane."

"Whatever you think, I must stick to my principles."

She didn't care about what others thought. She picked up the books that customers had not put back after reading them, held them in her arms, and busied herself in the lending area.

Kuronuma Ya took the paperback copy of "Angel-sama" and continued reading after returning to the counter.

After last night's autumn rain, the temperature dropped significantly. As the sun set, the wind from Tokyo Bay became a little cooler.

The streets of Shinjuku are quickly being shrouded in darkness. Before it is completely dark, the neon signs of the shops are already lit up.

Kuronuma Kiba put down the light novel he was reading and was aimlessly following the lights of cars passing by on the street when he saw a flash of purple from a distance, crossing the intersection from the sidewalk.

Under his gaze, Chitose Toyama pushed open the glass door of the bookstore, nodded slightly in greeting, and walked up to him.

"It's cold in autumn. You'll get sick if you only wear a T-shirt."

Under the cold white light, she raised her left hand and handed over a purple long-sleeved jacket, smiling proudly, her bright purple eyes flashing with a fox-like cunning light.

(End of this chapter)