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Chapter 159 - chapter 57:The Art of the Fake Date

chapter 57:The Art of the Fake Date

"…"

Is dating really such a troublesome thing?

Looking at the still enthusiastic Sora, Li Lin went from his initial heart-pounding excitement, to gradually becoming calm, and finally to a numb expression, always feeling as if time was locked on shopping. As if he had been walking on the streets for tens of thousands of years, apart from the warm touch of the girl's hand in his, there was nothing else.

Girls, when shopping, always burst forth with an incredible power, just like boys encountering a hidden map when playing games. They absolutely wouldn't stop until every place was visited. Li Lin still felt nothing was wrong when Lappland criticized him for always taking side routes back then; thinking about it now, Lappland simply loved him deeply. This kind of thing was fine once or twice, but when stretched to several hours, it was simply torture.

First, go eat breakfast; after eating breakfast, go shopping, and one shopping trip lasts for several hours.

Shopping but not buying, purely just looking, then comparing with each other, asking if it looks good or not. Li Lin wasn't a fool; could he say it didn't look good? Besides, Sora, this woman, was indeed damn good-looking; he could only nod repeatedly, saying everything looked beautiful on her.

But this again led to Sora always pouting with dissatisfaction; at every shop, she had to try something on, see if the newly changed clothes looked good or not, which one was the best looking. For heaven's sake, Li Lin had never seen so many styles of clothes in his life. If one had to say, indeed, every one of them looked very good. Watching Sora seriously go in to change clothes, Li Lin's face flushed red from holding back, looking at the dazzling array of clothes around, unsure what to say.

And after a while, Sora, having changed into a casual outfit, walked out holding a small sun hat, twirled around for Li Lin, and asked with a beaming smile:

"What about this one? How is it? Does it look good?"

"Looks good, all look good."

"Hm? Why is it also 'looks good'? Li Lin, are you really looking?"

"I am looking. But you really look good in everything. Seriously."

"Even if you compliment me like this, you won't get any benefits, okay? At most, I'll pay for this meal."

"Isn't that a benefit…"

"You shut up."

Wrinkling her nose and huffing, Sora, with a happy smile, discussed buying this outfit with the shop assistant who wore a business-like smile beside her.

Of course, one had to put on a complete show; on the surface, Sora was buying clothes, and then Li Lin paid. But actually, the money in the card was all Sora's own; Li Lin hadn't spent a single cent, just came along to walk around and put on an act. After all, Li Lin had fed all his money to two bottomless pits, truly not a single cent left.

But Sora, spending her own money and pretending, seemed to be very into her role; unsure if it was an idol's professional ability or if she was genuinely very happy. Towards Li Lin's words, Sora happily skipped over and gave him a light hug, then went back to the fitting room to continue changing clothes. And the Lupo male beside them, who was unhappily accompanying his overweight wife to look at clothes, showed visible envy, jealousy, and hatred; looking at the cute and innocent Sora, then at the numb-faced Li Lin, his face was full of bitter tears.

They were still in the pretending period; Li Lin and Sora had planned a complete, entire routine. Thinking about the length of this routine, Li Lin felt he was too naive.

What was his brain made of, were games not fun anymore, or were dogs not good to pet anymore, to go crazy and want a girlfriend?

When it was time for breakfast in the morning, he found it was already late, so the breakfast routine was directly cancelled; Li Lin, with an empty stomach and Sora, with a smiling face, walked into the shops and started shopping. Although it wasn't Li Lin's money being spent, the non-stop repetitive industrial assembly line work still made Li Lin feel like he was trapped in a nightmare.

Just think, a girl, a very beautiful girl, holding hands with you, talking and laughing, then planning to buy clothes to look pretty. Theoretically, this is very good, right? But what if this routine turns into an industrial assembly line operation? Look at those props, basically all very good-looking, those figures are also very good-looking, but asking you to paint hundreds or thousands of them and then evaluate which among those flashy ones is the best looking, who can evaluate that?

Remembering so much in a short time, and it has to look good; this is damn life-threatening work.

The most life-threatening part was, you also had to remember those things she said didn't look good but her eyes paid attention to, then show your manly identity, casually buy those dresses, and then say with a domineering CEO look, 'I just like you wearing these.'

Damn it, why? Can't you just casually buy one?

Anyway, you're a clothes hanger; you look good in anything, right? Can't you just casually buy one?

Looking at Li Lin's face, which looked as if he was on the gallows, the Lupo man beside him also felt relieved. He patted his shoulder with an emotional look.

"…First time?"

"Yes…"

"You'll get used to it. It will end eventually."

Slowly lighting a cigarette, the man patted his shoulder and gave a thumbs-up.

Then, under Li Lin's awestruck gaze, he resolutely walked towards the large pile of big and small bags, showed a loving smile, and pressed his wife's hand. Trembling slightly, he handed over his bank card. Whether this was gentlemanly spirit, or being forced to do so, Li Lin could no longer distinguish.

Looking with reverence at this warrior embracing his wife—who might have been young and beautiful when he was young, but whose current weight could probably crush three of him—walking out looking loving, Li Lin deeply felt the hardships of life for the vast majority of married men. He also wanted to light a cigarette with a complicated expression like that man, but felt his pocket and found nothing. Just as Li Lin subconsciously raised his head to observe his surroundings, he came face to face with three pairs of eyes that hadn't had time to turn away.

"…"

"…?"

Facing the three who instantly froze, Li Lin tilted his head, and before he could ask anything, saw Ch'en tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and stand out with a gentle expression.

"Yo, Li Lin. Playing outside with friends?"

"Officer Ch'en? And these two? How do you have time to be here? Isn't today a workday?"

"After patrolling, one always needs to relax; combining work and rest is the secret to work. A perfect person doesn't exist anywhere. Even I will rest normally. Rather, you, why are you standing here? Want to shop?"

"…?????????"

Who the hell was just about to draw swords and fight to the death? How did it turn into this upon meeting?

Hoshiguma and Swire beside her looked at the peaceful, charmingly smiling Ch'en as if they had seen a ghost, their faces full of stupefied.

"Li Lin, do I look good in this? Always feel the waist is a bit loose, can't cinch it at all, and they call it a slim-waist style… Hm? Who are these three?"

Walking out from the fitting room wearing a slender dress, Sora was also stunned looking at the three people outside.

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