This body really only appears in dreams.

White shirt and black suit pants, so tempting!

"Koizumi Aona" swallowed uncontrollably, slightly unbuttoned the collar of her shirt, and lowered her head to peek inside.

After a while, she closed the door of the dressing room with a guilty conscience.

About an hour later, "Koizumi Aona" had changed her clothes and walked out of the changing room.

"It's so real, so amazing." She leaned against the door of the dressing room, holding her red face in her hands, lowering her head and murmuring.

Then, she patted her face twice.

"'Aona', you can't do that kind of thing even in a dream!"

She took a deep breath, gathered her emotions, threw herself on the bed, and picked up the mobile phone and wallet she had just thrown on top.

"Tokyo, I'm coming!"

Standing outside the apartment building, "Koizumi Aona" covered her forehead with her hands and looked into the distance.

Electric wires pass through the vast sky, and fifty-story buildings can be seen everywhere. The glass on the higher floors is refracting charming light.

"Koizumi Aona" put down her hands and excitedly walked into Tokyo in early April.

After walking for only two minutes, before she could see a movie theater, a large shopping mall, or a clothing and shoe store, she was attracted by a coffee shop.

Looking through the window as wide as the wall, the solid wood tables, leisurely sofas, and exquisite potted plants look like the place where the hero and heroine first met in the movie.

She turned on her toes, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Welcome!" The waitress with exquisite makeup bowed slightly to her.

"Koizumi Aona" looked at the other person, and the "composition" was very delicate, without any blur.

'That's amazing! Even a random coffee shop can see it so clearly!'

Thinking about whether she could write a novel "Aona's Journey Through Tokyo", she followed the waiter to the window seat.

The sofa is very comfortable, and the sunlight outside the window just hits here.

An exquisite bamboo basket is placed on the wooden table. There are granulated sugar and other items in the basket, giving it a fashionable atmosphere.

"What do you need?" the waitress asked.

"Uh-" "Koizumi Aona" thought for a while. She originally wanted to order like a Tokyoite, but her mind was empty and she finally picked up the menu.

On the menu, every coffee looks delicious and every dessert looks delicious!

After struggling for a while, she said:

"Please give me a cup of mixed coffee, and then, um... there are also macaron layer cakes and crème brûlée!"

"Okay, please wait a moment."

"Thank you." "Koizumi Aona" smiled expectantly.

She patted the armrest of the sofa, bent down to take the sugar bowl, and when she opened the lid and looked inside, she noticed from the corner of her eye that the waitress was still standing next to her in a daze.

"Are you stuck?" "Koizumi Aona" was slightly disappointed, "Dreams are indeed the limit."

"Guest, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" the waitress came to her senses and left quickly with red ears.

"Come back again?" "Koizumi Aona" looked at her back in surprise.

"Forget it." Her expression returned to contentment.

Humming a song, he took out his phone and took a selfie of himself.

Add a pink heart on the photo and send it to ‘self’.

The 'self' on the other side replied: "What's the matter?"

"Do you like it?"

"What are you talking about? The teacher is going to be angry!"

The teacher is going to be angry...It seems like it's fun to tease yourself.

"Koizumi Aona" tilted her head slightly, took a picture of the side face, and sent it again.

This photo has a charming and cold profile, a sexy jawline, a sexy Adam's apple, and a sexy collarbone arc!

You can definitely make ‘yourself’ tempted!

Who knows your ‘own’ preferences best!

Just now, she licked the collarbone... nothing, nothing.

She pressed the virtual keyboard with unfamiliar fingers and entered a text:

"Teacher, my neck feels so itchy, please help me take a look."

After a while, the other party responded with a message:

"No problem, don't worry"

"Huh, you're being serious. I must have magnified it for a long time and preserved it!" "Koizumi Aona" said in a disdainful tone.

Just when she was about to reveal her true identity, two fashionably dressed girls in the store came over.

"Um," the girl in a pink thin sweater said, "may I know your name?"

"Koizumi Aona" was stunned for a moment.

Picking up a conversation? Is this a pick-up conversation? Tokyo is indeed Tokyo!

"Of course!" She showed a bright and happy smile, "My name is..."

What is his name? I only know that his last name is Watanabe.

The question just arises, and the brain automatically sends the answer:

When the 'working self' drove back to the apartment, the roll call was placed at the front of the car. There were forty people in the class, and there was only one person named Watanabe.

Soya Asama, Yuina Ishikawa... Yasuhisa Wada, Toru Watanabe...

"My name is Toru Watanabe."

"Koizumi Aona" doesn't think it's because of her excellent memory. She was in the co-pilot at the time and just glanced at it out of curiosity about what it was. How could she remember it down?

This must be the self-improvement of dreams.

The two girls were stunned again, just like the waitresses just now.

Coming again?

It seems that talking to people will overload the dream state, so it is better to talk as little as possible.

At this time, the waiter brought coffee and desserts.

The two girls came to their senses and asked "Koizumi Aona" for a line, but she ignored them.

If her dream collapses due to chatting and she misses the dessert in front of her, she will be sad all day long on the first day of class in her second year of high school tomorrow!

Happy, happy, and concentrating on enjoying the desserts, when I came back to my senses, the two girls were gone.

When we came out of the coffee shop, the colors of dusk were already appearing on the horizon.

"Koizumi Aona" took the time to visit various stores.

Weird Russian matryoshka doll stores, exquisite handmade grocery stores, fashionable clothing stores - unfortunately you can only go to men's clothing stores, and the French pastry shop where the aroma wafts to the street...

In the evening, we went to Tokyo Tower again, watched One Piece Land, and bought souvenirs shaped like Tokyo Tower.

but!

From Tokyo Tower, you can’t see the Tokyo night view with Tokyo Tower!

She ran to Roppongi Hills again...

By the time she was carrying big and small bags, didn't have to take a shower, didn't take off her clothes, and lay on the super large white bed, she was so satisfied that she had no regrets.

"Ah, it's so boring to go to school when you wake up from the dream."

She closed her eyes again and again, holding on and taking out her phone to cheer up.

I took a lot of photos today, let's enjoy them - with this thought, "Koizumi Aona" opened the photo album on her phone.

The first page of the photo album is full of various photos she took today.

Tokyo Tower, gorgeous night view, passing sports cars, Russian matryoshka dolls, snacks, hat shop...

"Huh? What is this?"

This is a completely impressive photo. In it is a very beautiful girl wearing a kimono. Her black hair is long and straight, which is enviable.

Flipping further forward, there is another unfamiliar photo.

Two pairs of feet? Are they soaking in a hot spring? Is that a hot spring or a stream? It's steaming, so it should be a hot spring.

In the third picture, this body is hugging the 'kimono girl' just now, with the peach blossoms blooming in the background.

"So I have a girlfriend. I really envy this girl for having such a handsome and rich boyfriend..."

In a daze, I seemed to flip through two more photos, but I could no longer form a clear concept in my mind.

The phone slipped from her hand and she fell asleep.

Watanabe Toru didn't wake up either.

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On April 3rd, it was still bright in the morning.
To be continued...