Zongman: Nohara Shinnosuke is about to be chopped off

"Rikka, Jukka, go visit your father first. We will come to your house to find you when we are done with our work."

Shin-chan waved goodbye to the two people who couldn't wait to see their father.

Rikka Takanashi was full of excitement and waved her hands happily:

"Bye, Shin-chan!"

Touka Takanashi nodded solemnly to Shin-chan:

"Shinnosuke, thank you very much this time."

After watching the two of them leave, Shin-chan turned his gaze to Aoi with a puzzled look on his face.

"Xiao Kui, what should we do next?"

Although Shin-chan knew that the purpose of his return was to correct the past, he really had no idea how to do it.

"Don't worry, brother. Everything is under my control."

Xiao Kui looked proud and patted her chest.

In the past, whenever Xiaokui asked Xiaoxin about Nanako, Xiaoxin would tell her in detail about their "love encounter" and the details of their getting along after they gradually became familiar with each other.

It is no exaggeration to say that Xiaokui is now the person in the world who knows the most about the fate entanglement between Shin-chan and Ohara Nanako.

"Let's go directly to our house and look after you as a child, and see what went wrong in the encounter between you and Nanako today."

Xiao Kui nodded, with confidence shining in her eyes, and told him the plan she had already planned.

……

"Hubby, why do you keep watching these fortune-telling shows lately?"

Nohara Misae frowned slightly and looked at Hiroshi with confusion.

"It can't be helped. I heard that this fortune teller's predictions are very accurate. I thought maybe he could predict when I can get rid of the title of perpetual leader."

Hiroshi Nohara stared at the fortune teller on TV without blinking. The fortune teller was wearing a pink veil and muttering to himself with his hand on the crystal ball. His eyes were full of anticipation.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Dad, this is useless, just give up."

Shinnosuke sat on a doll chair, trying to reach out to pick up the food in the distance. He casually picked up some rice and said to Hiroshi beside him, with a look of disapproval on his face.

"What kind of day will this be for you? Let me tell you."

The fortune teller rubbed the crystal ball with both hands, closed his eyes, and whispered to himself.

"This kind of thing is obviously a lie."

Nohara Misae shook her head slightly, her face full of disbelief.

"The person with the best luck today is the one with the initials 'XZZ'."

The fortune teller suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, raised his head and stared straight at the camera.

There was a hint of mystery in his eyes, as if he could make eye contact with the audience watching the show through the screen.

"What kind of divination is this? There's no way to verify it."

Nohara Miya became more and more convinced that the fortune teller was just playing tricks, and her eyes revealed disdain.

"Wait... the initials 'XZZ' seem to mean 'Shinnosuke', which means Shin-chan."

Hiroshi Nohara suddenly turned around and looked at Shin-chan who was eating seriously with some surprise, his eyes full of surprise.

"Oh?"

When Shinnosuke heard his name, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and watched TV seriously. His expression instantly became focused.

There was no trace of the look on his face as he had just taught Nohara Hiroshi not to be superstitious.

The fortune teller looked at the crystal ball filled with cherry blossom-like pink, with a few black spots suddenly appearing in it. He pondered for a while and explained:

“The key to mastering luck is to turn a blessing in disguise into a blessing in disguise.”

“The idea that getting lucky in trouble is a blessing of karma?”

Xiao Xin said this sentence with some distress.

For a five-year-old boy, this sentence was a bit difficult to understand.

"Okay, today's divination ends here. I wish you all good luck."

The fortune teller nodded calmly, his expression indifferent.

With a "click" sound from the director next to him, the live broadcast was interrupted.

The fortune teller lowered his head and prepared to pack up his fortune-telling items and leave.

Suddenly, she opened her mouth and looked at the crystal ball in her hand in shock.

"What's happening here?"

At some point, the crystal ball had changed its appearance. The original large area of ​​pink mixed with some black spots completely disappeared, and was replaced by patches of misty gray, obscuring the entire view of the crystal ball.

"The future is obscured?!"

The fortune teller looked at this phenomenon recorded in ancient divination texts with an incredible look on his face and eyes full of astonishment.

The crystal ball also made a teeth-grinding creaking sound as if it could not bear the weight.

With a loud "bang", the crystal ball exploded.

……

"Bon Voyage."

Shinnosuke opened the door and shouted from inside the house.

"I'm going out now."

Nohara Mies, who had long been accustomed to it, once again corrected Shinnosuke's mistake and shook her head helplessly.

"There is also that saying, the Italian saying."

Shinnosuke shook his head nonchalantly, stretched out his legs, and walked on the street, with a relaxed look on his face.

"My butt cracked, cracked, cracked."

'Shinnosuke' sang and swung his hips as he walked down the street, with a cheerful smile on his face.

Xiao Kui, who was hiding nearby, saw this familiar scene, her eyes twitched, and she held her forehead helplessly.

"It's been more than ten years, and you haven't made any progress at all, brother."

Xiao Kui covered her face with her hands and said helplessly.

"Who said that? I've obviously matured a lot, okay?"

Xiaoxin raised his head unconvinced, with a stubborn look on his face.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Hurry up and follow. Nanako should be on stage soon."

Xiao Kui shook her head and quickly pulled her brother to follow secretly.

A gust of sand blew slowly by.

"Twisting and turning... ah, it's so uncomfortable."

Shinnosuke, who was singing the butt-shaking song, was blinded by the sand.

He rubbed his eyes frantically, trying to squeeze out the sand, with a painful expression on his face.

"Don't rub your eyes."

Nanako Ohara, who was following Shinnosuke, was mesmerized by the interesting child in front of her.

He quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and comforted her softly, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Come, I'll help you..."

Nanako Ohara opened her bag, took out a clean handkerchief, and was about to wipe Shinnosuke's eyes.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew, and the handkerchief in Ohara Nanako's hand was swept into the air along with the wind and sand.

"Oops."

Nanako Ohara looked at the handkerchief that was gradually moving away, frowned slightly, and looked a little distressed.