I save beautiful girls in Tokyo

Chapter 73 Everyone here is rubbish, including me

The moment I stepped into the activity room of the Youth Aid Department, there was a "ding" in my mind, [Current sign-in: [-] days, sign-in rewards will be issued. 】

Jingu is really happy.

The system that defaults to successful sign-in on statutory holidays is still very reliable.

After extracting the sign-in reward, a bookmark-shaped thing appeared in my mind.

[Skill designation refresh tag, function: Use this tag to specify a certain type of skill, and the mall will be refreshed accordingly. 】

The system mall was refreshed yesterday afternoon.

Ran and egg.

There is no change in the regular sales category, and it is still a sober agent that can only be purchased once per mission.

everyday class.

[Hero brand fountain pen limited edition (pack of ten), durability: 100/100, price: 1000. 】

[Function: You can set 33 Chinese fonts such as imitation Song, Kai, Hei Ti, Wei Bei, etc., and walk WPS, even if you want to write ugly. 】

[Features: Before the durability is exhausted, you never have to worry about it running out of ink. 】

skill class.

[Sichuan mahjong (entry level), price: 100; fishing (proficient level), price: 1000; Lianliankan (elite level), price: 10000; pole dancing (master level), price: 100000. 】

special class.

[Pain mask (pack of four), price: 1000. 】

[Efficacy: Please note that it is a pain mask, not a pain mask; the pain it brings to you is that after applying the mask, you don’t even know yourself, let alone your mother. 】

[Features: Needless to say, needless to say!Don't do some bad things like burglary, tail rape, murder and arson, are you worthy of it? 】

Take a look, let's make an egg.

Seeing the words "specify a certain type of skill", Makoto Jingong immediately had two options.

One is writing.

The shortcoming in learning is writing ability. If the writing ability provided by the system is strong, maybe I can become a writer like Sanada-sensei.

bah bah.

Improper rushing to the street!

To be a writer is to become a great national writer like Natsume Soseki.

In the entrance examination for the twelve prestigious schools, Makoto Jingong's target was Ye Yingxue.

It doesn't matter what the number is, as long as it is on Yeyingxue.

He is not a person who is used to speaking harshly, but he is competitive in his bones.

This is also the reason why Kobe hid in the bathroom and cried when he died. At that time, his mother in the previous life scared him into thinking that he was mentally ill.

Either don't play, play to win.

It's okay to lose, but don't give up.

Stimulated by Ye Yingxue's arrogance several times, Jingong Makoto was holding back his energy, and was also very much looking forward to the [-]th school entrance examination after the Golden Week.

If he can develop a writing ability, it is entirely possible to defeat Ye Yingxue in the examination room.

The other is fighting.

The existence of Qianhualiu always gave him a sense of crisis.

In the non-existent time and space, Miss Xiaoxiang confided in her heart, "We were young at that time, but that was the happiest time in my life. I left the most innocent and softest place in my heart to you."

A sincere love is a burden to him.

The miss at that time left him empty in his heart, and the world line was twisted, but he still didn't know how to face it.

For him, Sister Xiaoxiang is a childhood playmate, a sister who protects him, a source of courage, and a precious friendship, except that there is no love.

The sad tears of Miss Xiaoxiang in the corridor on Monday made him feel distressed, and he wanted to take care of it, more because of the care among friends... Maybe there is a little bit of emotion between a man and a woman, whether it is love, he can't taste it Come.

Throwing aside factors such as Miss Jidao, a man's self-esteem, and other factors, he couldn't fall in love with Miss Xiaoxiang who changed her face like a flip book.

Jin Gong Makoto knew very well who he liked.

It's hard.

Very difficult.

What if it blooms and bears fruit?

The biggest crisis at that time was not the pressure of public opinion, but a crisis of survival.

Miss Xiaoxiang would never allow herself to fall in love with others.

This fact has been proved.

Even if Miss Xiaoxiang doesn't let her go, Qianhualiu will never let her go.

Are you leading Sanada-sensei to the end of the world?

Even if he is desperate, can he escape the Inagawa Group?

He knows very well that it is impossible to fight against the Inagawa Group before he becomes a chaebol, but even if he becomes a chaebol by luck, how old is he?

70?

Or 80?

Mr. Sanada's great-grandson is so soy sauced, and he loves a fart.

I don't know what to do, since I have the opportunity, let's have a little self-protection ability first.

At least in case of facing thousands of flowers, you won't be caught in a single blow.

Qianhualiu is a master of knives, and he can choose kendo skills to fight against.

But I am a commoner or a student, so it is impossible to carry a Taidao with me.

Fighting is a better option.

Whether to choose writing or fighting, after the cherry blossoms fell five centimeters, Jingu Makoto used the skill designation to refresh the label and designated it as fighting.

[The mall is refreshed. 】

skill class.

[Taekwondo (entry level), price: 100; Mossad Gamma (proficient level), price: 1000; 72-way small grappling version (elite level), price: 10000; Mixed martial arts (grandmaster level), price: 100000. 】

Jingu Makoto snapped his fingers involuntarily.

All four are fighting skills, among which the most cost-effective is the skilled level Mossad Gamma.

There are many gamma fighting teaching videos on the Internet. Most boys like to watch such things, so he understands them very well.

This is a close-quarters combat technique developed by the Israeli military. It is known as the exclusive use of Mossad agents. All joints and vital parts of the body are not disabled or injured.

After carefully reading the product description on the shelves, he spent 5000 points enough to buy the elite 72-way small grappling version.

There is a [-]% discount coupon for the mall in the backpack, and it has been half a month.

For one thing, the elite level is higher than the proficient level.

Second, the designated fighting skills are for self-protection, and he doesn't want to kill Qian Hualiu.

Grandmaster-level mixed martial arts has not been considered. There is not enough money, so there is no point in considering it.

A book appeared in the backpack, "Elite Level 72-way Small Capture Actual Combat Edition".

Saying "use" silently, a strange feeling rose from the depths of the brain and spread to the whole body along the central nervous system.

Opening his eyes again, Jingu Makoto raised his hand to sweep away the empty activity room, thinking to himself, 'I'm not targeting anyone, everyone here is rubbish'.

There is a feeling that I can hit twenty, and with the writing wheel glasses, I can hit thirty.

The king's arrogance didn't last for three seconds, and he drooped his head and took out the exercise book.

Do your homework.

Stop talking useless.

No matter how high the martial arts are, they are afraid of kitchen knives.

Any bodyguard around Miss Xiaoxiang has a gun, no matter how awesome the 72-way small capture is, a submachine gun will burp.

Both the Yamaguchi group and the Sumiyoshikai have automatic rifles, and it is impossible for the Inagawa group to not have them.

Besides, I don't really want to be an enemy of Miss Xiaoxiang.

Not counting mother and little sister, the person who loves me the most in this world must be Miss Xiaoxiang.

The fact that the knife was not chopped off proved everything.

Jingu Makoto looked up at the large Sharp LCD on the wall, and his own shadow was reflected on the black and smooth screen.

"When I want to cry, can you accompany me?"

When these words flashed through my mind, I seemed to see her crystal teardrops again.

Putting down the exercise book, Makoto Jingong took out his phone and dialed the number.

The call was connected quickly.

"Xiao Cheng!"

There is joy in the tone.

"How is Grandpa Inakawa's condition..."

When he put down the phone, Makoto Jingong was a little dazed.

Miss Xiaoxiang said that she would be a guest at home on Saturday, and that she wanted to try shredded pork with fish flavor.

Cooking is not a problem, but Sagiri is at home.

"Think of a way."

Makoto Jingong suddenly smiled, thinking of his mother.

　These two chapters are the transition, the calm before the storm.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)