I heard that I am a Yokohama tycoon

In the world of card drawing, it is an indisputable fact that the miracle of ten consecutive guarantee cards can be drawn.

Today is the day when the chances of drawing cards will rise again, and I have saved a sum of resources early to prepare for it.

As the saying goes, be prepared.

Today I, Ito Jun Tomie's Ouqi, should hit all the players on the World Channel again.

The game called "Onmyoji" was imported from the flower-growing country. After downloading this game, I was surprised. Japan has always been a cultural exporter, especially Two-dimensional. It has no rivals except for American manga.

"It's really amazing, this game."

There is nothing to complain about except the plot is relatively weak.

Especially fans of the landscape party, life department, collection card stream, and cultivation stream like me can't put it down. They have to open it every morning, noon, and night.So after playing for so long, I am still a rookie, and I have no levels.

Among the many ways to play, my favorite is to draw cards, and my luck is also superb, which is just the opposite of the disaster physique.

When the purple energy is at its peak during the day, I burn incense, bathe and fast for an hour, pick up my mobile phone and face the east, and read out the metaphysical slogan: "Marxism, Leninism, Mao and Deng are all in front."

Immediately, the purple air came from the east, and the black light flourished.

I took a screenshot and sent it to World Channel, and it was my little joy to welcome the envy of a group of people.

If you don't post pictures, it's like a brocade night walk!

This wave of pumping soothed my restless heart a little.

It is 07:30 in the morning. I am used to going to bed early and getting up early. I will never go to bed after ten o’clock, and I will never get up after six o’clock. This kind of sleep habit was developed in Soji Temple. My father has never had it in 60 years Violated the schedule once.Please we are all paranoid enough.

I sat cross-legged on a solid wood round table. The flowers and rain in the room are reminiscent of the wild. Sojiji Temple covers a huge area. In addition to the main temple, there is a continuous mountain that is Jun Ito’s family. I have practiced in the mountains since I was a child.An important part of the Yusheng Baiguliu, "Questioning the Heart", sat quietly under the waterfall every five days from the age of eight, letting the water whip the whole body. At first, it hurt a lot. I have suffered a lot, and my practice does not distinguish between the four seasons, and this is how my vigorous physique came about.

Meijiu had never received such training, and as the second daughter, my father was very tolerant to her. It was not until I threw away the sword that my father began to train Meijiu.Meijiu is in good health, and has never suffered from any illness since she was a child, but she can't bear the day-to-day training at all, maybe because of her low potential.

I can always hear Miku crying.

I think that was what my father let me hear on purpose, because Miku suffered because of my withdrawal.I abandoned my sword and my responsibility as the eldest daughter of Sochiji Temple. I have brought shame on the family.This made me unable to hold my head up in the family for more than ten years. Those relatives who separated from the family were influenced by my father's attitude and deliberately ignored me.

The sound of the rain is getting louder and louder, and the rainy season will last for an unknown period. There are very few businesses on such days.

After sitting quietly for 10 minutes, I supported the table with one hand and stood upside down. The blood flowed to the head, and the white linen pants fell to the thigh. I didn’t bend my wrist until I couldn’t stand it. I lay down on the table, and my heart beat violently for a while. Only then recovered.Return to the original proud Yokohama beast.

"Ito Jun Tomie-san? Tomie-san?"

The door was knocked lightly.

Although the doorbell is installed, acquaintances will not ring it.

I will tell people who are more familiar with it to just knock on the door. My five senses are sensitive, and I can hear the knock on the door even if I am upstairs.

And I love the sound the wooden door makes when it is knocked.When it comes to the doorbell, there is always a feeling of cheating, just like in my mind.

Outside the door is Miss Chunzi, the owner of the flower garden in a raincoat.

A few years older than me, widowed.

Japan's unmarried rate and divorce rate are getting higher and higher, which has become a social problem.

A lemon-yellow pickup truck was parked outside, and the cargo compartment was filled with flowers that had been ordered.

Chunzi glanced at the Hua shop, it was full of people, and there were very few customers in the rainy season recently.Moreover, Junsang Ito does not undertake delivery and other services, and does not go out to contact business. It is lucky that Lumao has not closed down after ten years of business.

"Why did you come in person?" I stepped aside and let her in. Usually, migrant students would come to see her off.

"Hetian is going to prepare for the entrance exam and wants to hire new people, but few young people are willing to work in flower shops nowadays. After all, it is a very heavy job, and I can't pay you much. Hetian still works because of living Came to work here recently."

Chunzi hung the feather coat at the door and walked in barefoot, and praised again: "The floor is really comfortable."

The texture of all the wood in the flower shop is hand-carved by teachers and students of the University of Fine Arts, and the texture is very unusual.People who come to the store must have slippers to enter, which is one of the reasons why there are not many customers.

I have worked with Chunzi for ten years and we are very familiar with each other. It is also appropriate to treat her to a cup of tea. The tea set was placed on the table, and I knelt down and started to make tea.

"No matter how many times I watch it, it's really beautiful." Chunzi, who is also a straight ball player, caught me and boasted, "To be honest, Fu Jiang-san is the eldest lady."

My temperament betrayed me.

Thank you Master Temple.

But what I want to hear more is to praise me like a rusty sword.

There's nothing wrong with rust.

perhaps.

We sat on the log pier by the window with Japanese black porcelain teacups in our hands. The window was opened, and there was no wind or rain pouring directly into the outside. Chunzi exhaled, "It's so peaceful here."

"It would be nice to have a yard."

"That's right."

After drinking tea, I asked Chunzi to sit and move flowers by herself. Chunzi was not a few years older than me, but I subconsciously felt that she was already middle-aged. After all, I was only 29.5 years old, and she was almost 40 years old. .

And I have always been more tolerant towards women, which is also caused by the life of the chief temple. The weird traditional family rules in the temple also include how to be a "gentleman". When it comes to how to treat women, I am rigid and self-confident. The old sword tyrant Tu Feiyuan also narrated it sternly.Except that Junkiie Ito, who I don't quite believe was also the most handsome swordsman in Japan back then, her good demeanor is probably the most important reason why my mother fell in love with her.

I'm afraid I've disappointed my father by not becoming the "noble son of Jun Ito's family" in his mind.

I still can't stop laughing when I recall his expression on the day I wore the cherry pink kimono.

Also I have a much higher tolerance for beautiful people.

"Phew, it's finally over."

"It's really hard work." Chunzi handed me a towel to wipe off my sweat with a look of trouble. "How can there be a customer to move the goods, such a supplier does not please customers."

"You are very virtuous, Chunzi." I took the towel and wiped my forehead.

"Meow~" Ah Lu jumped onto the table and stretched out his claws towards Chunzi.

Chunzi gently hugged Ah Lu and rubbed against her, "It's really warm."

"If you like cats, you can raise one yourself."

"Although I like it, I feel very stressed when I think about the responsibilities I will have to bear in the future. Sorry, I am such a fragile person."

"Sorry for what you said to me, Chunzi, how about getting more sun?" Seeing her pale face, he suggested, "Are you sick?"

"no……"

"What's wrong?" Chunzi involuntarily avoided my gaze with suddenly sharpened eyes.

Judging by her appearance, she was almost certainly ill.

"Huh, you, you need to be treated well, what did the doctor say."

Chunzi retreated steadily under my questioning, "...it can be cured."

"Then what are you worried about... Could it be the problem of illness?"

Judging by her expression, I seem to have guessed right again.

Chunzi said that I was so sharp and terrible.

"It's been six years since Xiaoguang passed away, and Abu has been taking care of me these years." Chunzi said with a wry smile.She married her childhood sweetheart very early, but her husband passed away not long after, and she was the only one left in the flower shop they ran together.A place with too many memories is not suitable for sad people. It is not good for the body to always be immersed in the memories of the past. Isn’t there a word called worry and illness.

"Because Abu is always by my side, I rely on him habitually. He is Xiaoguang's younger brother!"

——But your husband has passed away!

My first reaction turned out to be this.

I used to be very unconvinced when I heard foreigners describe us Japanese as a family of "high quality but low moral level". Now that I think about it, it is indeed so.And Chunzi's moral sense is definitely above average.

I thought for a moment and said: "Compared with other men, your Dana should be more at ease in handing you over to his younger brother."

Chunzi grasped the soft flesh on her thigh, stood up with a jerk, with a flustered expression, "I, I'll take my leave first!"

When she disappeared in a hurry, I blinked dully, as if giving bad advice.

"What a bad character, Jun Ito-san."

A sakura-colored skirt was exposed outside the open window, and orange hair fell on the window sill. It was a tall woman, and she turned her back to me and sighed.

"you are?"

"Next... Ozaki Koyo." The woman turned around, revealing a young and beautiful face.

She opened the door and walked in, and the layers of flowers on the other side of the skirt were in full bloom.

"first meet."

It is unlikely that such a dignified woman would go to a small flower shop to buy flowers on a rainy day, and it seems that she was prepared to say my name in one word. There is a third person between us as a communication center, slightly different Thinking, I tentatively asked:

"Is Ms. Ozaki a member of the Port Mafia?"

"Yes."

I looked at her again, the clothes, the truth, the appearance, the Hong Kong people, they knew me, and my connection with Hong Kong was Mori Ogai and Akutagawa, and the rest of the people who excluded Akutagawa were——

"You came to me for Mr. Sen?"

Mr. Mori?Such a distant address made Ozaki Koye stunned for a moment, she nodded, "That's right."

I burst into anger all my life, she is calling at my door!

I, Jun Tomie Ito, don't suffer from idleness.

"Dr. Sen and I have no relationship other than the client and the boss. You are looking for the wrong person, Alice's mother."

Mori Ogai actually lied to me that Alice wasn't his daughter, too, how could he admit that he brought Alice here to find me for the sake of enlightenment!

Either Lolicon or his own daughter, he seems to be interested in me, Lolicon should be ruled out, then there is only one possibility left.

"Alice's mother", Ozaki Momiji who was scolded coldly by Jun Tomie Ito: ...

She suddenly thought of the truth, and didn't intend to explain anything to her boss, "You misunderstood, I'm just here to buy flowers."

Koyo Ozaki took out a card, "I want all the flowers here, someone will come to carry them later, please pay the bill."

I tried my best to suppress my anger, not only to demonstrate but also to show off my wealth!I am from a wealthy family, although I may not be as rich as the port mafia, but the Hong Kong gangster group is not her and his industry!

It's just, why don't I do the door-to-door business!

I took Ozaki Momiji's card, tapped all the flowers, and reported the account without discount or price increase.

"Then, goodbye." Koyo Ozaki walked into the rain holding an umbrella with Ukiyo-e prints on it.

—Like a rain girl.

For Ito Jun Tomie, this is a very ugly curse, and the translation is all silenced.

The author has something to say: 1 Chunzi in "Please Fall in Love with the Useless Me"

2 "Uncle Another World" is indeed this comic

3 The manuscript box is empty, don't try to get into my mind, it has become a hornet's nest!

small theater:

port mafia

Dr. Mori, who sent his capable female subordinate to buy flowers, showed a mentally handicapped smile (fingers crossed on his chin, head slightly lowered, and a cold light flashed in his eyes)

"Well done, Hongye."

Ozaki Momiji: I think there is something wrong, but I don't want to talk about it.

Then, Mori Ogai sent flowers to every member in the headquarters as a bonus (love JPG from boss)

A government undercover lurking in Hong Kong received a trembling call from Ou Shinan (the language of flowers means betrayal) to contact his real boss: ... Save the child!Boss must have discovered my little secret!

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Dr. Mori intended to use Qiandun, but was dismissed because of his lack of skills

Fitzgerald Gatsby sent a congratulatory message: Hehe...

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【Known information】

Jun Tomie Ito

a European lurking in Asia

Strong self-control

bound by the shadows of the past

like to be praised

care about age

Raised as a prince

I was disgusted by my father during the development period

respect women

Beautiful women are more acceptable than unattractive men

Doesn't seem to be ethical

Negative favorability towards Ozaki Momiji

not swearing