Chapter 159 When a man shakes hands with a woman (4K)

Amemiya Chizuru just said it casually, but the head maid didn't think so.

The first person she could think of was Natsume Naoki, that decent and handsome boy instantly appeared in front of her eyes.

"Okay, miss, I will tell the master." The head maid bowed slightly even outside the door. It seems that Japanese people have such a habit of bowing to the air when talking on the phone: "But you always

I need to show up at one of my affiliated companies."

"When is the campus festival?"

"It starts next week."

"Then wouldn't it be nice to find some time before next week?"

Amamiya Chizuru was checking various data over and over again against the design drawings in her room, and said casually: "My bastard father is still the boss no matter what, and I am the boss's daughter. Don't be so active in everything. I should show off appropriately."

It’s easy to manage with just one shelf.”

"Miss, your thinking is wrong..."

"I know this is wrong, but transferring the conflict to the head office is conducive to the unity of the branches." Amamiya Chizuru said nonchalantly: "Anyway, if the people below want to scold me, they will scold my father, and they can't blame me.

"

"this……"

"Just tell my father the truth. If he has any objections, let him come to me."

Chizuru Amamiya stood up from her seat, took a sample she made and compared it with her body, and murmured: "It looks really big."

The men's underwear made based on Natsume Naoki's hip bones, waist circumference and some private data appear to be particularly larger than those on Amamiya Chizuru, a petite and cute little loli.

She stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror and looked around. Before she put it away, an idea suddenly flashed in her mind.

"It's too big for him?" She was stunned, "Is there a possibility... that he is too big?"

She lowered her head and looked at the samples in her hand: "It can't be that nearly a hundred models are all too small, right?"

A chill ran through her body the moment the idea appeared, and she complained about how she could think so crookedly, but then her IQ of 9 points made her vaguely feel that, excluding other possibilities, this astringent

, the factor that makes you blush when you think about it is probably correct!

"By the way, miss, I also said that the Butterfly Club has recently submitted a lot of game-related projects. If you are interested, you can help me refer to them."

The head maid spoke again: "But the master also said that as a manager, it is best not to express your opinions directly, so as not to affect the professionals."

Amamiya Chizuru, who was thinking about Natsume Naoki's majestic mosaic, was blushing. When she heard this sentence, she thought that the game company owned by her father was also quite interesting.

"I understand, help me prepare the car to go to school." Amamiya Chizuru stuffed her underwear into her schoolbag, turned off the computer and packed away all the designer traces.

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In the first class on Monday, as usual, you can find Natsume Naoki in the class shown on his class schedule, without exception.

After all, he is a man with 100% attendance. He has persisted for a year. This feat alone has eliminated 90% of college students...

After all, very few college students can guarantee that all freshman courses, including elective courses, will be taken without fail.

"Don't you have your own class?"

Natsume Naoki sat in the last row of the classroom, looking helplessly at her deskmate Chizuru Amamiya.

If the little rich woman hadn't come to him, he would never have sat in the last row...at least he wouldn't have been alone in the row like this.

Teachers will only turn a blind eye to such students. After all, this is a university.

In college, as long as you don't disrupt class discipline, no one will care about you.

"Huh? Maybe. I usually don't go to class on Monday morning. After all, I have been playing for two days on the weekend. If I don't take a break on Monday, getting up at seven in the morning will be life-threatening!"

Chizuru Amamiya was using a small mirror to touch up her makeup with a calm look. She suddenly looked at Naoki Natsume seriously: "Are you right? It's like a devil to make people get up at seven in the morning to go to class!"

Natsume Naoki didn't understand very much: "I usually get up at five o'clock."

"Even on weekends?"

"Unless you drank too much to celebrate your birthday the night before." Naoki Natsume thought thoughtfully.

"I can't understand!" Amamiya Chizuru rolled her eyes at him.

"Then why are you looking for me if you don't go to class?"

"Of course I came to you because!"

Midway through the words, Amamiya Chizuru suddenly turned red and couldn't say it directly.

"Do you still remember this?" She decided to give a hint and took out the sample she made from her school bag.

In fact, she made far more than ninety-nine pieces. Some of them were really failures and the threads were too messy. She didn't count them. These failed products can't even be called experimental products, they can only be regarded as defective products.

Natsume Naoki looked at the underwear in her hand, frowned and thought hard for a while, and suddenly realized: "No. 78!"

"Not bad, senior!" Chizuru Amamiya was very happy, "You can actually remember the number of each of my test items!"

"Because of the ones you gave me, I actually don't wear many of them regularly. Some are uncomfortable and some are too small." Naoki Natsume scratched his head: "78, 79, 85, and 92 are the ones I often wear.

"

"Yes! That's it!" Amamiya Chizuru seemed to have grasped some key point, and her eyes lit up: "Those clothes you wear are too small, why are they too small?"

Natsume Naoki was a little embarrassed, he couldn't just say that he was wearing a crotch, right?

"It's just too small!"

"Is it uncomfortable?" Chizuru Amamiya asked cautiously.

Natsume Naoki nodded.

Then the little rich woman showed a shocked expression, "Is this true?"

No, I am getting more and more curious.

When I went out of my way to measure him that day, because I was nervous, I actually grabbed a handful and ran away in a hurry. However, relying on my excellent professional skills and amazing memory, I ran home and returned to the boudoir to recreate the memory.

Feel.

When you have time, you must ask the company and find a legitimate reason to ask for the average size of those models.

What kind of horror exists that causes nearly a hundred models to generally respond that their clothes are too big?

A bunch of mosaics appeared in Amamiya Chizuru's mind.

Natsume Naoki looked at her dazed look and realized that the little rich woman had dyed her hair during the weekend.

"Did you dye your hair?"

"Oh...hair!" Amamiya Chizuru came back to her senses and twisted the ends of her hair between two fingers: "As a fashionista, of course you have to be at the forefront of trends at all times! Girls spend time on weekends

Isn’t it normal to dress yourself up? For example, do your hair, go shopping, etc. That means my skin is so good that I don’t need to take care of it, otherwise other young ladies would be frequent visitors to beauty salons!”

"Your figure and long yellowish hair remind me of a character." Naoki Natsume said thoughtfully.

Amamiya Chizuru became wary: "Animation character?"

"Yes, anime character."

"If you dare to speak against Ying Lili, I will beat you up!" The little rich woman's little pink fist was already raised.

Natsume Naoki can figure out what lines she will say when she punches her hard.

"It's not Yinglili, it's Yue."

"Yue? I don't know you." Amamiya Chizuru shook her head.

"The little loli in "Ordinary Jobs Make the Strongest" is a vampire." Natsume Naoki explained: "She can do all kinds of magic, and she is very powerful at breathing fire and water."

"Oh~" Amamiya Chizuru suddenly realized: "That does look a lot like me."

"You can also breathe fire?" Natsume Naoki teased her with a smile, but unexpectedly, the always careless little rich woman jumped over her pride and started to become shy.

"That...can't." Amamiya Chizuru's voice was slightly lowered, and she was holding the corners of her skirt with both hands and squirming.

3 points of understanding will make people unable to turn around when considering things.

But Natsume Naoki's Comprehension 3 is different. He is Landmark's most powerful single-core processor, so he doesn't have to bend when he only wants to do one thing.

At this time, Amamiya Chizuru was too preoccupied with thinking about setting her cell phone to vibrate mode before going to bed, and forgot to say something else to change the subject so that he could not think.

So Natsume Naoki thought for a while and reached a consensus.

"cough!"

After he reacted, he coughed lightly and turned away, glancing sideways at the blushing Amamiya Chizuru, who was also a little incoherent: "This...can you tell me this?"

"Generally speaking, it's not possible!" Chizuru Amamiya quickly explained: "I am not a casual person!"

"Then how did you..."

"It's just blurted out, don't worry about it." The little rich woman activated the unique skills of girls to play rogue. Even though she was blushing, she still pretended to be calm and patted Natsume Naoki on the shoulder: "Aren't we teammates? Is there anything that teammates can't share?

Right?"

Natsume Naoki didn't know if it was true or if she was trying to find a way out for herself. He could only follow her words and say: "Yes, sharing is normal."
To be continued...