Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Fujimaru Ritsuka doesn't hate games.

When she was in Chaldea, there were many heroic spirits who liked playing video games. In order to socialize, she also developed excellent skills among them. Even when she was just an ordinary person, she was able to see the world.

What's more, he has now reached an unprecedented good state, both physically and technically.

The sound of clicking keys sounded in Eriki's boudoir. Fujimaru Ritsuka and Eriki were sitting cross-legged and the other was sitting upright. The former was careless and had no fighting spirit, while the latter was concentrating on every move and considering the profit and loss.

Although, no matter how hard Eriyi tried, there was no chance of winning. The pixel villain on the screen had been gradually beaten to the edge of the game and seemed to be stretched thin. He screamed when he got up and fell down again.

There is no way, even Minamoto, who has higher game skills, may not be able to defeat the current Fujimaru, and even if he accidentally defeats him, the angry Fujimaru Ritsuka will directly activate the Word Spirit Oracle to cheat.

She is so victorious (sad)

After Eriyi was cut off again, she finally put down the game controller.

"No more playing."

When the girl spoke, her eyes were clear and clear, but anyone with a discerning eye could see it.

She gave up her Internet addiction.

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled. When she thought about saving a miserable fighter, she felt that her life was filled with the glory of love, human justice, and the boundless love in the world.

Yabuki Sakura, who was sitting quietly behind the two of them and watching the battle, seemed a little tangled. She was afraid that Miss Eriki would get angry and blow up her house. Although Fujimaru Ritsuka was there, her life and safety would not be in any danger, but who knew? How much of the entire Genji Heavy Industries can be saved after the aftermath dissipates.

Fortunately, Eriki's personality is quite docile, and there is nothing unusual except for her face turning red due to anxiety after being beaten up by the game character. If it were any big brother in the video game city, he would have started smashing arcade machines by now.

The time now is night in Japan, Christmas Eve has indeed arrived at night, squinting to the west, life outside has slowed down, but the "slowness" here is a romantic "slowness".

Young couples began to hang out, while brothers and sisters who had no friends of the opposite sex hid at home playing games or watching variety shows, living an ordinary day.

Even so, when you turn your head and look out the window, you will still see the cold-blooded gaze of an apex predator, as cold-blooded as a prehistoric giant crocodile, for the lovers hugging each other at the door of the dormitory.

Before going to Chaldea, Fujimaru Ritsuka had also looked out the window when she was a student. She had "no alien connection" with the same cold eyes and scorned those hateful couples.

Haha, it’s just two pieces of meat that can be consumed together. The pork belly in the supermarket looks better, feels better when I hold it, and I won’t waste my money when I get it home.

Thinking this, Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up.

"It's time, let's go Eri! It's time for you to put on beautiful clothes and light makeup, then wrap my arms with the fat on your chest and look at me with pious and sincere eyes, and then I will open Tokyo Love Story The theme song is played in a loop as loudly as possible. Let’s walk from Shinjuku to Shibuya first, so that everyone in Japan can see how cool I am!”

The vengeful woman smiled evilly, and she was bound to let society bear the pain she had suffered.

Then she turned her head, waved her hand, and said softly.

"Sa, Miss Sakura, you come too."

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Yabuki Sakura seemed a little embarrassed, but it wasn't that she was embarrassed. She didn't have much of this emotion. She just felt that the girl seemed to have just solved her "overlord color and domineering" problem and fell into the danger of "excessive neurological waste in the brain."

"Today is your date with Miss Eri, so I don't think I need to go." She said politely.

"What!"

Ritsuka's eyes widened.

"You won't go! If you don't go, won't it seem like I only have one girlfriend! How can I set an example for those stinky cashiers like this! How can I humiliate them severely!" The girl was furious.

"The only thing that can suppress and destroy evil is greater evil! I am fighting for the common happiness index of all mankind, and you actually want to temporarily retreat and take care of yourself? You have disappointed me so much, Miss Sakura!" She said Pointing and pointing, excited and excited.

Talking about two girlfriends will only lead to arrest, right?

No, there doesn't seem to be a problem from a legal perspective, it's just simply immoral.

No, not even immoral, just a little loosened up on self-discipline.

If Fujimaru Ritsuka was really talented but not moral, the best thing to do would be to run to Shibuya Street and take off his contact lenses, then let go of all his self-restrictions and charm the entire square. Breaking up at least thousands of couples in one second!

Oops, I can't keep thinking about it. If I keep thinking about it, I won't be able to bear it anymore.

All in all, Miss Sakura finally rejected Fujimaru Ritsuka's request and changed her mind and said that it would be nice to have a party together on Christmas Eve.

Ritsuka compromised and decided that the location would be Minamoto's dormitory room, then turned around and took Eriki's hand and left.

Before leaving, she also handed the card of the heroic spirit to Miss Sakura as a gift.

Looking at the two people's retreating figures, Miss Ying didn't have any big disturbance in her heart.

Just as she was once evaluated by Fujimaru Ritsuka, when this child grows up, she will probably be the kind of girl who doesn't care about her husband's cheating at all and will only help deal with the evidence with an expressionless face.

Even a humble girl must have a limit (angry)

However, what Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had already boarded the elevator, didn't know was that at the moment the elevator door closed, Yabuki Sakura sighed.

Take out your phone and send a text message.

[They left. 】

Turtle: [Very good, then Sakura, you go and put on a tactical disguise first, track those two people, just watch from a distance, no, you are a professional ninja, you don’t need me to worry about this kind of thing, I will follow you later. of. 】

Yabuki Sakura shook her head, still thinking of trying to dissuade this infatuated and perverted yakuza family leader.

[I don’t think you need to worry so much. Those two people won’t do anything extraordinary. They probably just want to revisit their old places and go to Disney. If you interfere too much, it might have a bad impact. 】

Turtle: [Sakura, don’t get me wrong. 】

The person on the other end of the phone was obviously typing very quickly and with a lot of emotion.

【I have matured. 】

[To stop your sister from making friends is a dirty move that only a possessive pervert can do. 】

[Besides, the last drastic move was just because I still didn’t trust Fujimaru Ritsuka to be able to suppress Eriki’s telepathic ability. Everything was business-like and personal emotions were never involved. Now that the bloodline is stable, why is there such worry? 】

Miss Sakura looked over and over, but she could only glimpse from between the lines the man as gentle and elegant as Haku Sakura, wearing gentle black-rimmed glasses and wearing a haori, gently looking at the clear sky on a day of blooming spring flowers, showing his gentleness. smile.

But when I think about what this mellow man did in his last action.

——I want to surpass you, surpass you, Fujimaru Ritsuka! ! !

——You are the only one who is going to die! !

——Attack immediately!

"Everything is business, no personal emotions involved"

So Miss Sakura finally tried to dissuade her.

"I understand. But, let me put it aside, are you confident that you will not be discovered by Fujimaru Ritsuka?"

Unexpectedly, the man did not hesitate at all to Miss Ying's question.

[Ah, of course, I won’t hold you back. 】

At this time, on the twenty-fifth floor of Genji Heavy Industries, in the man’s office——

Yuan Zhisheng stood in front of the glass window, using his superhuman vision to spy on a pair of girls who had gone out and were holding hands in the distance, with cold and condescending eyes.

"Am I right--"

"Emiya-kun."