Anime Crossover: About How I Spoiled an Angel

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She was thinking about how to give the ten flowers that belonged to Su Qing to him.

"Take it, just consider it something I left with you."

Su Qing glanced at the rose indifferently; the lighting had been poor, and he hadn't looked closely enough.

It was only then that he realized this was not Ecuador.

If I'm not mistaken, these are just ordinary roses, and the price should be around 1000.

However, the possibility that the little girl was deceived cannot be ruled out.

What would a ten-year-old child know about Ecuador?

One should not make unwarranted demands on others.

"Hmm... I'll pack it up and bring it to you when I'm at school."

Yukino glanced at the gift box Su Qing was carrying, which contained a music box that she didn't know who it was intended for.

Thinking that it would indeed be inconvenient, I did not refuse.

"Hmm? Wouldn't that be easy to misunderstand?"

Su Qing was taken aback for a moment, then asked in return.

"Misunderstand?"

Yukino was also stunned.

She tilted her head, looking puzzled, and then her ear tips burned as if they were on fire.

"You kept your distance tonight to avoid misunderstandings, but if you were to give flowers at school, it would only lead to more misunderstandings."

Su Qing said calmly.

"That's true, that's true."

Yukino took a deep breath, suddenly finding herself unable to look Su Qing in the eye.

So he knew all along?

"I understand. I will find a suitable opportunity to return it to you."

Su Qing nodded, thinking that she could just say no later.

There's no use in him having roses; if he wants to give them to Mahiru, he'll naturally buy more.

"Then, goodbye."

Su Qing said goodbye to Yukino.

"Aren't you going back?"

Yukino asked, puzzled.

Haven't you already bought everything you wanted?

"It's not too late yet, and it's my first time in Ginza, so I just wanted to wander around a bit. I'll leave you here."

Su Qing's answer was simple and reasonable.

"Ok."

Yukino turned around, her back quickly disappearing into the escalator.

Su Qing stood there for a few seconds, seemingly deep in thought.

He slowly raised the gift box in his hand, watching the departing figure, his face showing a rare look of struggle and hesitation.

But such an expression was fleeting.

Su Qing turned and left.

At the same instant, the vending machine "clicked" out coffee, and snow fell from the eaves of the subway station.

It masked a subtle, sigh-like sound.

……

Two hundred meters away at the alley entrance, the rose wrapping paper gleamed coldly in the man's eyes.

"Uncle, would you like to buy some roses? They're 3500 each, an imported variety, I think they're called Ecuadorian..."

"leave me alone."

Not far away, similar words, or rather, rhetoric, are still being repeated.

It's like a stage play that has been rehearsed countless times.

The actor is still the same actor, but this time the audience is not buying it.

A man in a suit exudes an extraordinary air, a quality that money can only cultivate.

But at this moment, he frowned, covered his nose, and backed away, his crocodile-skin heels crushing the thin ice on the drain.

He seemed to dislike the smell on the little girl.

"Is it too expensive? 3000...2500 would be fine! My mother has a very serious illness, I think..."

The man didn't speak, but just glanced at the little girl with a cold look, and left without listening to her finish speaking.

The little girl was left biting her lower lip tightly.

"Misaki, you can do it!"

The faint, encouraging breath turned into white frost the instant it was exhaled, clinging to the eyelashes of the girl named Misaki.

Beneath her eyelashes, her eyes gazed at the man's departing figure, devoid of resentment or grievance.

There was only resentment.

“Selecting customers and judging whether they have the financial ability to buy is indeed crucial.”

However, if you want to improve the success rate and efficiency, you should try to target some younger students.

After all, they are more enthusiastic at this age than they will be ten years from now.

Anyway, your roses aren't really from Ecuador; it's all about low profit margins and high volume, isn't it?

"Who?"

An unfamiliar voice echoed in the snow. Misaki turned around abruptly, and the rose in her hand scattered like a blood-red rain.

Was it one of the customers who noticed something was wrong and came looking for her?

If she had known it would turn out like this, she should have continued in another place.

But she was clearly only selling flowers to people heading towards the subway station.

Damn it, who has so much free time?

Step, step.

The sound of footsteps falling on the snow echoed and reverberated in the darkness.

It seemed like a response to Misaki.

Then, a pair of incredibly calm eyes slowly emerged from the darkness.

Those eyes reflected a girl, and crimson shattered into pieces on the ground.

Su Qing bent down to pick up the flower, then smiled slightly at Misaki and said:

"Oh, we meet again."

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Chapter 341 Snow White

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"I don't quite understand what the older brother is saying."

Misaki's lips twitched, like a frozen marionette.

Several roses lay askew on the snow, their petals wilting and softening at an incredible speed.

"At this point, there's no point in pretending anymore. I'm not here to get my money back, I just want to have a chat with you."

Su Qing was playing with the roses in her hands.

Although it's very fresh, it's just a common variety. The market price for this season should be around 1000.

If even he could tell that this wasn't Ecuador, Yukino must have figured it out too, right?

I just don't know why she didn't bring this up.

“…Okay, if it’s just a short chat, I can agree.”

Misaki bit her lower lip, nodded, but was prepared to run away at any moment.

She couldn't believe Su Qing's words.

What if this is just a delaying tactic by the other side?

She can't afford to gamble that much.

"Let's talk about why we lie..."

Su Qing asked.

Before he could finish speaking, the snow suddenly exploded into tiny ice crystals.

Misaki darted out like a startled hare, her red scarf stretched into a straight line in the wind, leaving plum blossom-like imprints of varying depths on the snow.

Su Qing watched Misaki's retreating figure and sighed softly.

He didn't rush to chase after them.

After all, he was carrying a music box, which wasn't very convenient.

Moreover, it's strange no matter how you look at it, that a grown man is chasing after a little girl.

It's entirely possible that a passerby who intervenes in a fight could mistake you for a lolicon!

But it doesn’t matter.

With these footsteps, plus the perception of [absolute sense of smell], it's enough to track down the other party.

That's how he found us.

He really didn't intend to do anything to the little girl.

Su Qing could even say she admired the other party.

It's not just about passing off inferior goods as superior ones. Misaki cleverly uses human association to let passersby judge for themselves that it's "Ecuadorian," while also screening whether the target knows what they're talking about, thus further controlling the extent of the price reduction.

She even knew how to take advantage of her youth.

At this age, she is already quite intelligent.

They're just not careful enough.

Su Qing glanced at the time; it was not yet eight o'clock, so there was still plenty of time. She then leisurely followed in the direction Misaki had left.

……

About seven or eight minutes later.

The colorful lights at the alley entrance illuminated the figure of a woman, her cascading black hair swaying gently in the wind.

She looked down at the rose petals scattered on the snow, which resembled strawberry jam on a sundae.

Most importantly, it must be exactly the same as the one you have.

With her head down, the girl seemed lost in thought.

It wasn't until the cold wind carrying the noise of pedestrians from not far away swept over her that she slowly raised her eyes as if startled awake.

The girl tilted her head back, like a frostbitten lily of the valley.

The raven-black night sky slid down from between her eyelashes, filling the depths of her pupils like a dark, empty sea.

Pitch black and deep.

Those eyes held neither stars nor the moon.