Miss God is also lying and winning today

Of course no one lived next door to Saitama's house, after all he was the only one living in the entire no man's land.

Because the original owner closed the doors and windows of the room before leaving, except for a little dust, the room was kept relatively tidy, with all water, electricity and gas appliances.But before that, you need to prepare a lot of daily necessities.

This place is too far from the city center, and taxi drivers are unwilling to come here. After thinking about it, Zhong also went to buy a car that afternoon and bought a bunch of daily necessities by the way. Although as a port mafia cadre, It's been a long time since he bought these things himself, but his experience in the slums in the early years gave him a good ability to live independently.

In addition to the necessary daily necessities, there are also the pillows and doll bears that the little girl wanted. Finally, the back seat of the car, including the trunk, was fully stuffed, and the two were ready to go home.On the way back, he had dinner at a nice restaurant he found before. While eating, Chuya always thought of the kelp brought back by Saitama unconsciously, and his intuition told him that the other party really knew how to eat it.

"Forget it, take a dinner home as a thank you." Zhong also thought so, and asked the waiter to pack an extra sushi back. This restaurant is very famous for its sushi.

Back at the residence, Nakaya moved all the things upstairs, and Jihime obediently helped tidy up in the room as much as he could. After all the things were brought to the room, Nakaya remembered that the sushi forgot to give to himself neighbors.

"咚咚咚" knocked on the door rhythmically.

Saitama had just cooked the kelp soup, and his disciple Genos was also there. As early as when Chuya came back, Genos discovered the movement from them. Saitama also explained that it was a new neighbor who moved in. Now he heard There was a knock on the door, and Genos immediately took the initiative to help open the door.

Zhong didn't expect that the person who opened the door was a stranger. He was taken aback for a moment, and Genos quickly explained, "Hi, I'm Genos, and I'm a disciple of Teacher Saitama."

"Hello, this is a little thought, thank you Mr. Saitama for your help." Chuya thanked him politely, and handed over the sushi in his hand to the other party.

After delivering the thank you gift, Chu went back, Genos closed the door, and handed the sushi to Saitama.The packaging of the sushi is very exquisite, and it belongs to the type that is very expensive at first glance. Saitama instantly turned into a serious face.

"Teacher..." Genos looked at Saitama who was suddenly serious, showing a puzzled expression.

Saitama made a silent movement, quickly unwrapped the sushi package, and stuffed a piece of sushi into his mouth seriously, his eyes lit up instantly, "Delicious! What kind of sushi is this, why is it so delicious?"

Genos glanced at the packaging, and explained to Saitama, "Teacher, this should be from the store that just opened on Yuxin Street a while ago. It is very famous, but the price is a bit expensive."

"How much?" Saitama asked curiously, if the price is low, he thinks he can buy it once in a while, the taste is really good.

"About [-] to [-] yen per copy." Genos said uncertainly.

Saitama: Suddenly I couldn’t swallow anymore.

Jealousy unrecognizable, is this the life of the rich?Saitama was hit, but the blow was the blow, the sushi can't be wasted, every bite tastes like money.

***

Saitama is a very good neighbor from a certain point of view, because he is very quiet, except for occasional hero activities and going out to the supermarket every week to snap up discounted goods, he spends most of his time at home and reads manga watch tv.

Chuya also stays indoors most of the time. Concerned that the key will leak his breath at any time, he can only stay in no-man's land as much as possible, but he can't cook, or the level of cooking is limited, at least up to It's not enough to make the little girl like it, so he still needs to take Zhiji out to eat every day, but fortunately, it is very convenient to have a car.

After a few days like this, the two sides didn't communicate much, but occasionally they met each other when they went out, or went downstairs to throw garbage, and they would greet each other in a friendly way. Even Chihime and Saitama became acquainted, unexpectedly very harmonious .If it weren't for the fact that the place where they live is a no-man's land that ordinary people avoid, they really look like ordinary neighbors.

Inside the house, Zhongya was looking at the information sent by the intelligence department, which was about miracles that he had investigated during this period of time.

Miracle is headquartered in the United Kingdom. It is a new religious organization in recent years. Most of its believers are state officials and high-level plutocrats, with a wide distribution of power. As a religious organization, its notable feature is that all members and believers are extremely loyal. Therefore, the truly confidential information about the organization will not be disclosed, and the information they can find is very limited.

When Chuya frowned and read the information, Zhiji was rolling on the bed beside him.

The little girl watched cartoons for too long, from sitting to lying down, she finally lost interest for a while, she rolled around on the bed a little bored, making a mess of the sheets, she wanted to go out and play...

Of course Zhong also noticed Zhiji's little movement, looked up at her, and met the little girl's pitiful eyes, he helplessly supported his forehead, closed the tablet in his hand, "Do you want to go for a walk?"

Zhiji's cat eyes lit up instantly, "Yes!"

Zhong Ye got up and put on his coat. The little girl jumped off the bed quickly, put on her wooden shoes, trotted to his side, and took his hand very consciously.

When the two went out, they happened to meet Qiyu who was coming back from the trip.

"Mr. Qitama, good afternoon!" Zhiji shouted with a bright smile.

"Ah, hello, little friend." Saitama still had that listless look, but he responded very kindly to the little girl's greeting.

"Mr. Nakaya and I are going out for a walk. Would Mr. Saitama come with us?" the little girl warmly invited.

"No, I just came back, and I don't want to go out." Saitama refused.

Zhiji was not disappointed, she happily pulled Chuya away, and when the two went downstairs, Chuya couldn't help asking a question that had been a little confusing for a while, "Zhiji, you seem to like Saitama very much. .”

"Well, because I feel that Mr. Saitama is similar to Mr. Chuya." Zhiji nodded earnestly, she could detect some of the same qualities from Qitama as Chuya, kindness, integrity, responsibility... and Be fearless.

"Like me...?" Chuya twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking of Saitama's shiny bald head and those dead fish eyes, it should...not refer to appearance, right?

"However, Mr. Chuya is my favorite!" Zhiji seemed to have thought of something, and promised super loudly, "Mr. Chuya will always be ranked first!"

Chuya: "..." No, he's just curious why little girls like Saitama, after all, Saitama doesn't seem like a character that kids like, he's not worried about losing his status, etc. So why did he suddenly confess again, it seemed that he cared about this issue very much.

"Although Mr. Saitama is very powerful, but in my heart, Mr. Nakaya is still the most powerful..." The little girl started talking nonsense, not caring about the fact that Nakaya around her was already listening. What starts doesn't end easily.

Zhong Ye could only be forced to endure the shame that he was about to explode, and barely maintained his calm to accompany the little girl for a walk nearby. There is no fun in no man's land, but it's okay to go out for a walk after staying in the room for a long time not bad.

And not long after they left, a young man with brown hair and brown eyes came nearby. While walking, he looked at the map marked with red dots in his hand, and complained distressedly, "What do I think of this kind of map? Really, Can't you give me a guide? It should be here?"

He looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a travel bag on his back, handsome facial features, and a punk outfit. The royal blue earring on his left ear is shining. Just looking at his outfit, he looks like a rock and roll playing music in a bar youth.

"Hello, hello! Is anyone there?" The young man made a trumpet shape with his hands and shouted towards the surroundings.

Saitama in the room was lazily lying on his side reading manga. Hearing the shouting outside, he didn’t move a bit and continued to read the manga. Anyway, the other party was not calling his name, so he definitely wasn’t looking for him.

The young man downstairs yelled a few words, and there was no sound except his own echo in the empty street. He impatiently kicked away the soda can beside his feet, "Sure enough, there is going to be some commotion in this ghostly place. It can attract people."

As he spoke, he brought the backpack to him, took out a bunch of strange parts from it, sat cross-legged on the ground casually, and flexibly assembled the equipment in his hand, but within a few minutes, a small bomb appeared in his hand.

There was a loud noise outside, and the room shook slightly. Saitama stopped flipping through the manga, "Is there any weirdo?"

Qiyu couldn't sit still this time. He poked half of his head out of the window and looked out. The place where the explosion occurred was less than 20 meters away from his house. The brown-haired young man casually threw the bombs in his hand at ahead.

"Hey, there are still people living here, it is forbidden to throw bombs at will." Saitama reminded with a deadpan expression.

The young man turned around, the weather was good today, the sun was shining brightly, Saitama was upstairs, the sun shone on his head, and it reflected brightly, "Eh? Can a bald head be so bright?"

Saitama: "..." That's too much!

"Hey, bald man, let me ask you, is there a young man living around here? With a child?" The young man asked casually, without any manners at all.

Saitama: "..." It's getting too much!

"I'm asking you something, bald man." Seeing Qiyu, the young man stared at him with dead eyes, without saying a word, his temper immediately flared up, he picked up a bomb and threw it at Qiyu unceremoniously.

"You are the bald man! Bald man, bald man, who are you calling you!" Saitama shouted angrily, caught the bomb thrown by the other party, and threw it back.

Young people are stupid, picking up bombs with bare hands?