PDLP Chapter 702 Magical Girl and the Seaside
Chapter 702 Magical Girl and the Seaside
"The manager is having tea."
"Thank you."
Yuko walked into the shop, opened the paper door to the inner room, and walked a few steps to Urahara Kisuke. She looked down at him as if she were looking at a corpse.
"Yu, Yuko, what's the matter so late?"
Kisuke Urahara's hand holding the teacup trembled, spilling tea onto his face.
Yuko narrowed her eyes slightly: "What are you shaking about?"
Kisuke Urahara shuddered again and said慌张地, "The tea... the tea is quite good, it's new tea, would you like a cup?"
As he spoke, he frantically reached for a cup placed to the side, nearly knocking it over in his haste.
"New tea?" Yu Zi gave a forced smile, put one foot on the table, grabbed his collar, pulled his smug face close to his, and said coldly, "Was it watered with the dung of that two-meter-tall brown bear?"
"puff--!"
Just as Kisuke Urahara was about to spray water, Ikuko calmly grabbed his collar, turned him aside, and sprayed the entire table.
"Cough cough cough! This joke is a bit too much." He said with a pained expression while frantically wiping the table.
"You know about extreme tastes too?" Yu Zi said coldly, "Fighting a brown bear bare-handed in the deep mountains and forests?"
"Ha, haha, isn't that because the amnesia spray randomly fills in memories?"
Kisuke Urahara forced himself to say that he was still praying that Ikuko didn't know more.
Yu Zi remained expressionless: "A kind shop manager?"
"I'm so sorry! Please spare my life!"
Urahara Kisuke Hikaru Tsuchikata.
"Kisuke, you bastard..."
Just then, Yoruichi flung open the door.
……
"Sorry to bother you, please continue." After a moment of awkward silence, Yoruichi apologized and was about to close the door.
Yuko sat on the side closest to the door and quickly blocked it.
"Don't rush, I mainly came here to see you."
"Looking for me?" Yoruichi paused for a moment, then entered the room and sat down at the tea table. He frowned as he glanced at the water stains on the table, and without asking what happened, he picked up Urahara Kisuke and used his body as a rag to wipe the table.
Yuko readily picked up the tea tray and other items.
After Yoruichi used Kisuke Urahara to wipe the table clean and tossed him aside, she sat down next to Ikuko and asked.
"What? Didn't you just get back?"
"Don't panic, let me deal with this guy first." Yuko raised her hand to interrupt, turning her head to look at Urahara Kisuke, who was cautiously crawling towards the door from the corner.
Kisuke Urahara stiffened, sat up, and gave a wry smile: "I really didn't mean to, it's just that the reason for the memory filling that came out immediately after the amnesia spray was too exaggerated."
“Come on, I’ll give you a chance to argue. If you can’t satisfy me, or if you can’t make me feel that it’s more outrageous than fighting a brown bear with your bare hands…”
Yuko's eyes grew colder and colder. She stretched out her slender fingers and lightly touched Urahara Kisuke's green and white fisherman's hat in the air.
"I'll plant your hat and your head together in the ground as a potted plant."
Kisuke Urahara swallowed hard, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Oh dear, Yuuko, really, don't scare Kisuke like that." Yoruichi said this, but she actually adjusted her posture and looked like she was watching a show.
"First, let's talk about the situation when the amnesia spray was used on Miyu Ochi," Kisuke Urahara said tremblingly.
"In her memory, on the first day of summer vacation, you, Yuuko, were hit on the head by a magical creature from outer space. In order to protect the love and peace of Karakura Town, you had to sign a contract and transform into a magical girl."
“…” Yuko’s expression froze.
"Pfft~" Yoruichi couldn't hold back for even a second, slamming her fist on the tea table and laughing wildly, "A magical girl?! Hahahaha!"
Kisuke Urahara forced himself to continue: "In her memory, the half-month you disappeared was actually spent in a dessert kingdom in another dimension, where you fought a life-or-death battle against the Tooth Decay Demon King who was trying to steal all the sugar in the world."
Yoruichi laughed even louder: "It's still aimed at young children!!"
"So, therefore..." Kisuke Urahara continued, "I think this is really ruining your image!"
"Just imagine, if someone else had a memory of you wearing a pink dress, holding a heart-shaped magic wand, and shouting 'Magical Girl Transformation'... you'd kill me, wouldn't you? You definitely would kill me, wouldn't you?!"
Yuko's face was as black as coal. She narrowed her eyes and said, "Kisuke, you're not just playing a trick on me, are you?"
Kisuke Urahara shuddered in fright and held up four fingers: "I swear to God! You don't believe me? I have a recording of my conversation with Miyu Ochi."
"Alright then." Yu Zi rested her elbow on the tea table and rubbed her temples. "I'll consider you passed."
Kisuke Urahara felt like he'd been granted a pardon and collapsed to the ground, saying, "That's great... I knew you were reasonable, Yuuko."
“But…” Yu Zi’s tone shifted, her eyes sharpening, “That scene where the kind shopkeeper carried him down the mountain, you definitely added that part, didn’t you?”
“Uh…” Kisuke Urahara’s smile froze on his face. “Well… by the way, let’s also improve the Urahara Store’s approachability in the community…”
"Come on!" Yu Zi rolled her eyes at him. "Delete the recording, and I'll let it go this time."
"Understood, understood." Kisuke Urahara breathed a sigh of relief.
Yoruichi finally managed to regain her composure after processing the magical girl's message and asked, "What did you want to talk to me about?"
Yuko squinted and said, "I'm going to the beach with my colleagues and students in a couple of days. Miyu is Ichigo's Japanese language teacher."
Kisuke Urahara added, "That is, the magical girl's memory from just now..."
"Shut up!" Yu Zi interrupted him with a dark face, her expression softening slightly. "She invited me to pick out a swimsuit tomorrow, so I thought I'd ask if you want to go?"
"Just incidentally? Didn't you say you mainly came to see me?"
"It's all the same." Yu Zi curled her lip. "So, are you going?"
Kisuke Urahara raised his hand. "Can I go?"
"I think you want to eat red beans."
"What do you mean?"
"I miss it so much."
"..."
"The beach?" Yoruichi tilted her head and nodded. "That sounds interesting, but I'm not your colleague or student, is that alright?"
“It’s okay, all the students in our class are good…” Yuko suddenly paused, “Miyuto is very good.”
"..."
Seeing that Yuuko was speechless, Yoruichi couldn't help but complain, "Where are the students? What's wrong with the students?"
Yu Zi's eyes darted around: "I'm alright as a student, I guess."
Just as Yoruichi was about to complain, there was a sudden noise at the door.
Xiaoyu, Jintai, and the three of them, Woling Tiezhai, squeezed in all at once.
"We want to go too!"
Yuko's lips twitched: "Although I have no objection, I've already made arrangements with someone, and I can only bring Yoruichi along at most."
If they were a family, and a bunch of perverts at that, wouldn't that scare Meiyu?
Yoruichi rubbed her forehead: "But... do you think they'd choose their own swimsuits?"
"It doesn't really matter what kind of swimsuit the boys wear," Yuko said, her gaze sweeping over everyone...
Two children, two grown men...
……
"The beach? We just went to the beach, but if you guys want to go too, Yuko, of course you can come along."
That evening, Ikuko, who had just returned from Urahara Store, approached Masaki.
"Huh?" Masaki's words startled Ichigo, who was watching TV nearby. He stood up angrily: "You guys went to the beach behind my back?"
Masaki paused for a second, then asked with a puzzled look, "What are you talking about, Ichigo?"
"Didn't you go along too? And you were harassing the older women on the beach with a lecherous look, almost making them call the police."
Ichigo's expression froze for a moment, then he clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"That bastard..." Ichigo trembled slightly, then quickly went upstairs.
As Ichigo's figure disappeared, Yuko couldn't help but praise, "What great acting, Masaki."
"Hehe~" Masaki playfully stuck out her tongue, "But Ichigo is too slow."
Kurosaki Isshin nodded silently: "How could any parent not recognize their own child?"
"I didn't realize you were so good at picking out swimsuits, but I'll leave the guys' stuff to you."
"Hehe, you really underestimate me, this all-around stay-at-home husband." Kurosaki Isshin crossed his arms, full of pride. "I'm a man who can be both elegant in public and skilled in the kitchen."
It seemed as if a golden light was radiating from behind him.
Masaki clapped along very politely.
Yu Zi said expressionlessly, "It doesn't matter how you handle that kind of thing."
……
The next day, early in the morning.
The sunlight in Karakura-cho shopping street was so bright it was almost blinding.
For Yuuko, who was exhausted from dealing with all that mess in Soul Society, this overly bright weather was pure torture.
"what……"
Yuko stood by the fountain at the entrance of the shopping street, yawned without any regard for her image, and held a cup of iced coffee she had just bought from the convenience store in her hand.
Beside her was Masaki, who was wearing a dress.
Although she is over thirty years old, she doesn't look like a mother of three at all.
"Ikuko!"
A vibrant call pierced the lazy morning air.
Yuko didn't even lift her eyelids; she could tell it was Ochi Miyu just by hearing the voice.
"Good morning, Miyu." Yuko waved weakly.
"Honestly, you're out shopping, why do you look so tired?" Ochi Miyu was dressed in a refreshing floral maxi dress and carrying a woven bag, clearly having dressed up carefully. She leaned closer to look at Yuuko's face. "Your dark circles are a bit heavy. Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"Perhaps it's because I rarely go shopping with friends?"
Masaki's voice caught Miyu's attention.
"Ah, Mrs. Kurosaki, I'm so sorry, I didn't notice you just now."
Yu Zi said speechlessly, "Didn't I tell you yesterday?"
Meiyu was a little embarrassed: "I didn't know you were together."
Masaki smiled slightly: "Ikuko and I are neighbors."
"Oh, is this Yuko's colleague? What a lovely beauty."
Accompanied by a voice that was both playful and magnetic, a tall figure blocked the sunlight from the two of them.
Yuko and Miyu looked up at the same time.
Yoruichi was wearing a black vest and tight denim shorts, which showed off her healthy tan skin and perfect figure.
She wore sunglasses, which she gently pulled down with her finger to reveal a pair of golden cat-like eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
Mei Yu blushed instantly, somewhat flustered, "This, this person is..."
Wow, that's hot! This girl is so hot!
Yuko rolled her eyes at Yoruichi, who was standing on the stairs to appear taller: "This is Yoruichi, my friend. I told you about her last night."
Because she was worried that adding people to her side would make Meiyu uncomfortable, she had asked Meiyu for her opinion on the phone last night.
"It's that one who's a bit neurotic, the one I have to be more tolerant of..." Miyu seemed to realize she had said the wrong thing and quickly covered her mouth.
"Who are you calling neurotic?" Yoruichi put her arm around Yuuko's shoulder, practically hanging on her, and squeezed Yuuko's neck tightly. Then she gave Miyu a flirtatious wink. "Nice to meet you. I'm Yoruichi Shihouin. You've been taking care of this child."
Meiyu quickly waved her hand: "No, no! Professor Yuko is very reliable! She takes good care of me at work."
"Alright, now that everyone's here," Yoruichi snapped her fingers, pointing to the large shopping mall ahead, "Target: the swimsuit section! Let's go!"
"Oh!!" Masaki and Miyu surprisingly raised their hands and cheered in perfect unison.
Yu Zi was taken aback. Were these people really that familiar with each other?
Masaki and Miyu are one thing, since I've met them at parent-teacher conferences.
……
Inside the swimwear store in the shopping mall.
"Wow! This is so cute!" Miyu picked up a pink swimsuit with ruffles and held it up in front of her. "Yuko, what do you think of this?"
Yuko leaned against the shelf, her eyes vacant: "Hmm, it suits you very well."
"That's too perfunctory!"
Yuko glanced at the petite swimsuit and Miyu's figure: "Then... it's perfect for you."
"...I feel offended. Please revert to your previous perfunctory attitude."
Meanwhile, Yoruichi and Masaki had already started their shopping spree.
"Msaki, how about this one?" Yoruichi asked earnestly, holding up what she called a swimsuit made of a few straps. "I think it suits Yuuko's reserved yet passionate personality perfectly."
Yoruichi and Masaki knew each other, although Yoruichi usually played at her house, but they weren't too unfamiliar with each other.
“Um…” Masaki examined it for a moment and commented seriously, “Although the design is very bold, if Yuko wore this, she would probably kill her to keep quiet.”
"You're right." Yuko's voice came through gritted teeth. She snatched the swimsuit from Yoruichi's hand and put it back on the rack, then looked at her with a sly look. "Who are you calling a repressed pervert?"
Yoruichi scoffed and retorted, "Who first called me neurotic?"
"...I'm really sorry about that."
Yoruichi picked up a bright red, deep-V one-piece swimsuit. "If you know you're wrong, try this?"
"This is good, it has a very mature and sophisticated vibe." Masaki nodded in agreement.