Chapter 2023: Chapter 1310: And Yours Too_2
“That’s too deliberate, I’ve already posted it on my Monts.”
Jiang Chen chuckled silently.
“Brother Jiang Chen, can I ask you sothing?”
Martial Saint spoke mysteriously, and he deliberately looked back to make sure Tanki Liuli hadn’t returned.
This kid seed to have deliberately avoided Tanki Liuli to create a space for the two n to be alone.
“Go ahead.”
Martial Saint sat down next to him, “Bro, when you ca to Tokyo before, did you ever go to Kabukicho?”
Jiang Chen’s tone was blocked, not knowing whether to be amused or annoyed.
This kid seed polite, but he didn’t actually treat him as a senior at all.
Otherwise, how could he ask such a question?
“No.”
How did he know about Kabukicho, no need to ask, it’s definitely from studying online, or classmates filling him in.
“Don’t lie to .”
Martial Saint had a knowing look on his face.
“If you don’t believe , you can ask your Sister Duanmu, she and I are inseparable.”
Actually, Boss Jiang exposed a flaw here.
For soone at his level, he wouldn’t fall into the trap of self-verification. If he was really innocent, he’d laugh it off and wouldn’t even bother to explain.
But he reflexively brought up Tanki Liuli, and why’s that?
Totally guilty conscience!
Of course, he hadn’t visited the famously notorious Kabukicho, but there were many other places for entertainnt in Japanese territory.
He hadn’t been to the well-known Kabukicho, but he had experienced the top-notch bubble bath in Tokyo Ginza～
As for asking Daoist Duanmu…
Are they really inseparable?
Boss Jiang still sneaked out so private space.
“Bro, how about we go check it out tonight?”
Truly difficult.
This kid’s handso face surprisingly had an air of sneaky and mischievous charm.
That’s a skill too.
Jiang Chen laughed, unable to bear it, raising his arm and bending his fingers to give the kid a flick on the forehead.
“Aren’t you afraid your sister will break your legs?”
“Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know, as long as we don’t talk, how would my sister find out? This is in little Japan, my sister isn’t an immortal.”
Then, the kid declared: “I’m just taking a look, not doing anything, you’re free to do as you please. If Sister Liuli or Sister Shurui asks, I can cover for you.”
Tsk.
He even started to “bribe”.
“Deal or not?”
Jiang Chen flicked again, “Deal what? Am I that kind of person?”
How grand and upright.
But Martial Saint wasn’t buying it at all, with a look that said he saw right through him,
“No one’s around, bro, what are you pretending for, we’re all n.”
Just as Jiang Chen was about to speak, the kid hadn’t finished and continued: “Even if you always eat sumptuous feasts, you have to occasionally try out restaurants.”
Jiang Chen was slightly stunned, then was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, but on the surface, he looked very serious, pulling out his phone.
“Are you serious? Don’t!”
Martial Saint pushed out his hands, admitting defeat imdiately, “If we don’t go, we don’t go, let’s talk nicely.”
“I don’t care what you saw online or heard around you, you must first have your own critical thinking, understand what can and can’t be done.”
“Bro, you’re being too harsh on , I’m only fifteen years old. Do you know what fifteen ans? It marks the beginning of youth! Didn’t you yearn for romance with girls when you were fifteen? Didn’t you watch the Japanese Three Treasures at fifteen?”
“What Three Treasures?”
It’s not that Tanki Liuli was ignorant, it seed Jiang Chen didn’t understand either.
“Music, animation, movies!”
Martial Saint blurted out without a hint of hesitation this ti.
Jiang Chen’s ability to process sentences was put to the test, his brain was sowhat sharper than Tanki Liuli’s, or adept at adapting, quickly catching on.
Jiang Chen subconsciously raised his hand, intending to flick the kid again, but as he raised it halfway, he paused, unable to bring it down.
Indeed.
Who hasn’t had a youth?
So things co naturally, and at a certain stage of life, they’re bound to be activated, like the desire for the opposite sex.
It’s determined by genes.
Otherwise, how would species reproduce? How would they continue?
Of course.
So are special, and it’s the desire for the sa sex that’s activated, but there’s not much difference.
In the West, it’s fine, but in relatively conservative traditional countries, how many people’s understanding of how life begins is inspired by Japanese movies?
Music.
Animation.
Movies.
The current Three Treasures might even beco Japan’s intangible cultural heritage in the future.
“Bro, I told you, you’ve watched them too!”
Martial Saint slapped his thigh with an expression of unsurprised amusent, ignoring Jiang Chen’s smack on his head without any displeasure or resistance.
A man’s head.
A woman’s waist.
These are the two things that must not be touched.
Even Wu Guangjiang, his father, didn’t have the guts to do so—at most he’d make so empty threats if he ssed up.
When it cos to such topics, as a parent, you can’t be confrontational, nor can you suppress blindly, much less treat it like so monstrous flood; the most important thing is to provide guidance.
Jiang Chen put down his hand, pondered for a while, then spoke earnestly: “At your age, hormones start to secrete…”
He was interrupted just as he began.
“Bro, you don’t need to say anything; I get it.”
Jiang Chen paused.
As long as he understood.
He was still grappling with how to guide him.
But who could have guessed the kid would follow up with: “Bro, which teacher do you watch?”
“Julia”
Jiang Chen blurted out, instantly realizing his mistake.
Darn it.
That kid blindsided him!
“Snap!”
Martial Saint slapped his thigh again, without contempt or sarcasm, but rather with a tone of mutual admiration, “Bro, you’ve got great taste! Those Rola Misaki or Yua Mikami, they’re for kids! Only soone like Julia, who’s been seasoned by ti, gentle, mature, and enduring, has true charm!”
Jiang Chen smiled wryly.
Alright.
Now he really had no grounds to lecture the kid.
“If I say I haven’t watched much, will you believe ?”
He asked.
“Of course, I believe you!”
Martial Saint replied without hesitation, his face sincere.
“I know, bro, you only accidentally watched it at a friend’s place.”
This kid, stealing his lines.
Jiang Chen’s mouth curled into a helpless smile, “Cut down on that stuff, it’s not good for your health.”
“I know. Bro, if I say I appreciate it with a learning perspective, like art, would you believe ?”
The kid actually retorted.
“Get lost!”
Jiang Chen laughed and scolded.
“Alrighty!”
As if realizing sticking around longer would indeed bring so physical pain, Martial Saint briskly got up and dashed off.
“I’m going to find Sister Liuli.”
Unbeknownst to Martial Saint, his Brother Jiang Chen was watching his silhouette running off into the sunset, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
The chivalric spirit of youth, making friends with the powerful across five cities, loyal to a fault, hair standing on end, in casual conversation, life and death friends, a commitnt worth its weight in gold!
The shouts from the playground echoed back in his ears.
This is youth.
After Martial Saint left, Jiang Chen took out his phone and dialed Lan Peizhi’s number.
“The head of the Fujiwara Family has passed away. I’m bringing Martial Saint to the funeral.”
Informing her, his proper older sister, was basic etiquette, but what did ‘act first and report later’ an?
“What about Liuli?”
Lan Peizhi, indeed a woman of heroism, didn’t bla him; instead, she was first concerned about Duanmu Liuli’s whereabouts.
“She’s with us.”
Upon hearing this, she was silent for a mont.
“Not too stupid.”
“What?”
“Being settled isn’t a reason to relax. With the Japanese, always stay vigilant; they excel at appearing agreeable, yet are extrely radical.”
History has provided ample evidence of their fickle nature.
In the past, they bowed deeply, prostrating themselves, reverently chanting praise for the Heavenly Dynasty.
As for being extre.
A forr pri minister’s head smashed on the street, solidifying the most formidable rogue reputation, unmatched by any.
“I didn’t call to discuss this with you.”
Jiang Chen completely ignored her eternally indirect concern, “Martial Saint wants to go to Kabukicho. Do you think I should agree?”
Though such curiosity is normal. Yet pain is also a necessary part of youth.
The call instantly fell silent.
“I’ll break his legs.”
Of course.
Jiang Chen was about to advise not being too hard on the kid, but the final line ca through the phone.
“Yours too.”
Jiang Chen’s smile abruptly disappeared.
“Bye.”
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