One hundred and ninetieth chapters miserable life field miserable
"Kanagawa..." Oda took out his mobile phone to check the recent weather conditions there, and then began to rummage in Ikuta's cabinet. He took out the clothes he liked and threw them on the bed.
After the selection was completed, I matched the clothes and skirts one by one. It took about half an hour to pick out several good combinations.
What makes Oda a little strange is that many of Ikuta's clothes seem to have just formed a set, but these clothes are very scattered in Ikuta's wardrobe. Although this provides Oda with the matching work.
It was a great convenience, but Oda was puzzled by Ikuta's behavior of not wearing a set of clothes even though he had them.
Regarding this point, Ikuta's reply was as follows: "Xiaoichi, think about it, after buying these clothes, don't you think it will be troublesome to wear them in sets?"
"If clothes are so easy to match, why do we need so many stylists!" Oda began to complain crazily in his mind, "And Ichiku-chan was originally said to have bad taste by STAFF for this reason!"
"Ikku-chan, if you want, hang up these sets of clothes according to the matching." Oda couldn't stand it anymore, and began to teach Ikuta earnestly how to deal with the clothes. After all, skirts and trousers are different, and they need to be matched more.
He said, "Well, I'll help you assemble a few more sets, and you can just hang them up."
"But this is so troublesome." Ikuta pouted.
"I don't think it's troublesome for you, Ichiku-chan, but you think it's troublesome." Although Oda complained in his heart, he still chose to keep silent and carried him to Ikuta's wardrobe, and helped Ikuta sort out a few more items according to the color matching.
A set of clothes suitable for the season.
"Remember Iku-chan, every time after drying the clothes, you must put them according to the original matching. If you really can't remember, you can take a photo or mark the serial number on the inner label of the clothes." Oda looked like an old man.
Mom was mumbling the same thing. In fact, Oda didn't really like to do this kind of thing originally. Since most of his wardrobe was sweaters and trousers, he didn't put it in this way, but... As for Ikuta's wardrobe, Oda
As a person with a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, Tian really couldn't stand it.
"Hey, hey, hey." Oda was busy there, but Ikuta didn't seem to care much - she obviously asked Oda to come over and help her choose a few sets of clothes, but when Oda was helping her choose, she herself
She didn't show any interest. She just compared the clothes on herself in the mirror to see if they looked good. Then she sat on the bed and watched Oda help her choose clothes.
"Ikku-chan, come here." Seeing Ikuta looking dazed there, Oda was a little angry and waved for Ikuta to come over.
"What's wrong, Xiaoshi?"
"You ask what's wrong..." Oda reached out and grabbed Ikuta's face, "Are these my clothes or your clothes?"
"my clothes."
"Then are you wearing your clothes?"
"Yes."
"Then since it's the clothes you're wearing, why don't you come over and watch how I adjust them?"
"But..." Ikuta pouted, "I'm just not good at doing these things."
"You have to learn even if you're not good at it." Oda reached out and rubbed Ikuta's little head, "You have to learn the simplest combinations."
"Oichi, you still don't know how to wear skirts..." Ikuta was unwilling to be criticized by Oda all the time, so he started to talk back.
"But at least I will wear it when I need to." Oda pointed to the long skirt he was wearing now, "Although I am not good at dressing and matching, it can be regarded as a selling point, like Sayuririn.
"
"So can I..." Hearing what Oda said, hope arose in Ikuta's heart.
"But, didn't Sayourin match well during the handshake meeting?" Oda's next words extinguished Ikuta's hopes again, "People know how to match and are too lazy to match, Ichiku-chan, you can
..."
"That's all I am!" Hearing Oda's words, Ikuta pouted again, "I can also match it, okay!"
"Erika-sama, please." Oda made room for Ikuta to come to the closet, and then stood between Ikuta and the clothes Oda had chosen, preventing Ikuta from making any small moves.
"This one, this one and this one, they are ready!" Ikuta spent a while picking out the clothes, and then handed them to Oda with a confident look on his face, "Look at Xiaoichi, my taste is not bad, right?
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"A lady's shirt with a bright red jacket, a dark green skirt, and these little bear socks?" Oda laughed angrily at Ikuta's unique aesthetic, "It's indeed great, Ichiku-chan, you can wear it like this later.
Go out and show your mother."
"Then she will praise me for choosing clothes well, right?"
"She will suspect that you took the wrong medicine." Oda complained expressionlessly.
"Why is this like this!" Ikuta snatched the suit of clothes he matched from Oda's hand, "It's obviously very good-looking! I'll show it to my mother later, and she will definitely praise me!" After that, he opened the door and walked out.
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Five minutes later, with the sound of footsteps, Ikuta walked in with a frustrated look.
"What's wrong?" Oda asked knowingly with a smile on his face.
"Mom said she would come up later and help me choose a suitable outfit..." The corners of Ikuta's mouth turned downward crazily, and his whole face was filled with displeasure.
"Maybe Iku-chan, you don't have bad aesthetics." Oda saw Ikuta being so unhappy and started to lie, "Maybe it's because Iku-chan, your aesthetics are more advanced."
"What do you mean, Xiaoichi?"
"That's right, although your outfit is not very popular with the public now, I believe that this color scheme will definitely become popular one day in the future." Oda tried his best to hold back his laughter and looked at it with his most sincere eyes.
Ikuta, "So this is not a problem with you, Ichiku-chan, it's a problem that your aesthetics are too high-end and no one can accept it."
"That's it." Ikuta is easy to deceive, so Oda just said a few words and immediately felt better.
"Yes, so Erika-sama, please wear these sets of clothes I have prepared for you first." Oda also saw this and held Ikuta in his hands, "When the world catches up with your aesthetics, Ichiku-chan,
Just choose your own clothes."
"Um!"
"It's just that in order for everyone now to think you look good, Ichiku-chan, you should learn a little bit about how to choose clothes."
"Okay, I will try my best!"
You see, a person's attitude changes in just a few minutes.
So Ikuta stared at the sets of clothes that Oda had chosen for her, looking up and down, trying to figure out some clues. Oda, on the other hand, looked at Ikuta choosing clothes there, and suddenly something bad came into his mind.
idea.
"If, I mean if, Ikku-chan chooses the clothes so carefully and then cannot go to pray that day, it would be too tragic."