A certain Pikachu's railgun

Mikoto and Heizi, who tossed and tossed for a whole day without gaining anything, walked slowly on the street. Now there is still an hour before the gate control time.

With a serious expression on Heizi's face, she said this to Misaka Mikoto who was walking behind her.

"Really, my lord sister, why don't you listen to Heizi?"

Hearing this, Miqin showed an embarrassing smile on her face. She didn't expect that there was a power facility near the dark alley. It was just an accident, an accident...

Sensing Heizi's unusually serious eyes, Mikoto lowered her head unconsciously, admitting her mistake, which was really just an accident.

Besides, when facing that bad girl, he was merciful. The fly in the ointment was that Miqin didn't ask for any valuable information from the other party.

Of course, today is not without gains. At the very least, Meiqin saw the true strength of the small pickup, which is one of the few consolations.

"Little Pickup, you're great tonight... Ah, Heizi, it's bad, Little Pickup is gone!"

"Well, well, that little guy sneaked away again."

Heizi covered her face, she could already foresee what happened next...

Ah Chi!!!
Looking at the unfamiliar street scene, Su Mo suddenly sneezed loudly. To be honest, he always felt that the system was targeting him more and more.

He was walking well behind Miqin just now, but was suddenly teleported here by the system. Although the system doesn't charge for it, that won't work!
In fact, he didn't offend the system much... Well, he just scolded the system a few times, but he was treated like this, is it reasonable?
That being said, the current Su Mo doesn't really dare to complain, otherwise, if the system takes another breath and punishes him, it will be completely over.

Looking at the surrounding posture, this must be the legendary "temptation to go home", well, system, you are so coquettish... Ah, no, you understand well.

Next, there must be a little girl who came out of nowhere, clamoring to go home, and at the same time, have a "race walking competition" with me, right?

However, for Su Mo, where is his home?
Is it the home in the previous life whose memory has been blurred?Or is it Mikoto's room? Or is this Pikachu's skin?
Looking at the night above Academy City, Su Mo suddenly had an epiphany...

"Mom, where are you?"

Such a voice came from behind Su Mo, which made him frowned subconsciously. Really, you can cry, can you change the place, at least, don't interrupt the philosopher's thinking, okay?

However, when he saw the situation of the little girl behind him, his thoughts changed subtly. It was not that he had any criminal thoughts.

However, he felt in his heart that no matter who saw this little girl with double ponytails, it would be difficult to swear, right?
Even if the little girl's crying voice is a little annoying, it's the same, forget it, forget it, Su Mo will be a good person.

Besides, this may be the character generated by the mission, in other words, it is the npc in the game.

In any case, Su Mo had to go through the procedure. Thinking of this, he took out a whiteboard and a marker, and started...

What, you ask, where did he get it from?
Forget it, since you asked the question sincerely, then Su Mo will tell you mercifully. This approach is the precious experience Su Mo gained when he did the task of beheading ten people last time.

It is impossible for Meiqin to be by Su Mo's side all the time, no matter how good the relationship between the two is, it is still the same. In this case, the issue of communication must be considered.

Not everyone is capable, and even if they are also capable, they may not necessarily be from the electrical department. In this case, the simple method of communicating through electric current will have no effect at all.

To say that the simplest and most practical way of communication is to write quickly. It is precisely because of this that Su Mo carries such equipment with him.

Of course, there are no restrictions. Apart from other things, just because of my body shape, it is not suitable to bring too big things. Fortunately, in the shopping mall of Academy City, there is a foldable whiteboard, which can be regarded as solving Su Mo’s troubles to a certain extent.

After purchasing this kind of whiteboard, Su Mo packed it together with a marker in his small bag.

The cost of the above equipment is provided by the generous Shirai Kuroko chaebol, thanks again to the mother of the sponsor.

After Su Mo bit off the pen cap with his teeth, he began to draw on the whiteboard. It didn't take long before he wrote what he wanted to say. At the same time, Su Mo passed the whiteboard to the little girl.

However, the situation in front of him was somewhat beyond Su Mo's expectation. The little girl who saw Su Mo walking slowly stopped crying, but when she saw the words on the whiteboard, she started crying again.

What's worse, this cry is far more sad than just now, and even more heart-piercing. Please, is his handwriting so ugly?

For the first time in his life, Su Mo began to doubt his handwriting. Obviously, when he was in elementary school, the teachers praised his handwriting... Sigh, times have really changed.

Fortunately, the little girl's crying voice made Su Mo understand the situation to a certain extent, and also made him feel a little better.

"Oh, people don't understand, mom, where are you?"

Well, this is a blind spot. Su Mo, a programmer, discovered a bug when he was forced to work overtime. That's right, he couldn't be happy at all.

The little girl's crying continued. Originally, Su Mo didn't want to care about it, but as she cried and cried, the little girl's voice became hoarse.

For the sake of the children's health, Su Mo stood up again and started his half-hour preschool education career.

"Pika, Pika, Pikachu!"

From just now, Su Mo's cheeks have been flickering with electric arcs. He didn't mean to attack, but just wanted to use this method to attract the little girl's attention and stop her from crying.

Sure enough, after seeing such a situation, the little girl finally stopped crying. Although her eye circles were still red, in terms of her mental state, she was obviously much better than before.

Seeing this, Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief. Next, he used his housekeeping skills. He kneaded up and down, constantly deforming his face.

In the end, Su Mo could even feel that his small face was obviously bigger by more than a circle.

Fortunately, his sacrifice was not in vain. After seeing Su Mo's wonderful performance, the little girl applauded happily.

Sure enough, the core of comedy is tragedy. One person's happiness is based on another person's pain. This sentence really makes sense.