I was touched by Yokohama

"So you went back in time, teleported over to find me immediately, and made those people lose the memory of seeing me?"

In the dessert shop, Chacha's little face was full of wonder.

"It's really versatile, like Kamisama."

[No, if you say it is a god, you are more like it. ]

Kusuo Saiki, who finally bought coffee jelly and saved Yokohama by the way, sat across from Chacha, feeling as if flowers were floating all over his body.

[I'm just an ordinary person. ]

"Hmm..." Chacha thought for a while, and with her chin resting on her face, she was so sleepy that she simply lay down on the table, squinting her cat eyes and looking at Sai Mu Kusuo, "By the way, thank you for your umbrella."

She had met Saiki Kusuo before. At that time, in the coming rainstorm, he used the wind to blow her an umbrella, seemingly unintentionally.

"Because I think you don't want to have direct contact, so I didn't return it to you in person."

[You're welcome. ]

Considering his own will, Saiki Kusuo really doesn't want to be connected with the special existence of world consciousness.

Not out of repulsion or distaste.

It's simply because, adhering to the principle of being an ordinary person in a low-key manner, once there is too much intersection with world consciousness, then the subsequent development will definitely have nothing to do with "daily" life.

[After all, this is the world. ]

Such an existence, even if it is a little bit more unconsciously favoring something, the impact it can have is huge.

It's just that the person the world prefers is likely to be the most conspicuous one in the crowd, so that he won't appear obtrusive.

But for Saiki Kusuo, who maintains an ordinary daily life, the connection with the world consciousness is too close, which will undoubtedly gradually break the ultra-low sense of existence he set.

Imagine one day he will be the center of attention wherever he goes...

[That's horrible. ]

Chacha didn't think there was anything wrong with Saiki Kusuo's idea, and even nodded in agreement.

"If it's too conspicuous and surrounded by many people, it must be very noisy." She blinked slowly and yawned, and the golden cat's eyes were suddenly clouded with mist.

[......]

[Hey, you really don't care. ]

"Care? Are you saying that you don't want to be connected with world consciousness?" Chacha muttered blankly, her eyes blinking more and more slowly.

"Don't care, why should you care? This is the truth."

"Because, the feeling of hearing too many voices is really not very comfortable."

"Pink-haired Kamisama, I'd be a little happier if I could feel better."

Chacha whispered softly, with a sweet and glutinous vagueness at the end that seemed to be extremely sleepy.

"Because I like the umbrella that was given to me very much."

[......]

[What is the description of pink-haired Kami Sama...and this description is not a bit bad. ]

[Well, forget it.The world really is foul. ]

Wearing two lollipop hairpins, the boy with short pink hair was expressionless. He had stopped eating coffee jelly, and his eyes under the green glasses were quietly watching the little girl.

[...My name is Saiki Kusuo. ]

"Okay, Qi Mukami." Chacha rested her chin on her arm, nodding her head indiscriminately, her eyelids were closed and unable to open.

[Is there any essential change in this title besides being a little simpler? ]

[...It seems that you are too sleepy, you can't hear what I'm saying at all. ]

"By the way... Now that we met, I'll give you back that umbrella..." Chacha stretched out her hand on the table in a daze, and then tapped on the table suddenly.

Saiki Kusuo didn't think there was anything wrong at first, so he dug out a spoonful of coffee jelly, and before he put it in his mouth, he heard a violent explosion-like sound from outside.

When he looked up, he saw a huge tornado engulfing a rectangular black building and uprooting it like a carrot.

The hapless building skyrocketed, swaying drunk in the clear air.

A tall and majestic building, unfortunately, was rolled around like a toy.

As for the dessert shop, everyone stared out of the window in a dead silence.

"Is that... the Ganghei Building?" After a long time, someone asked tremblingly.

"Yes, yes..." The person who answered was doubting life.

The scene that happened was so weird that even if they saw it with their own eyes, most people still felt unbelievable.

That's the office building of the majestic port mafia!Just in the blink of an eye in broad daylight, it was precisely pulled out by the tornado? !

Who will believe this?

Saiki Kusuo: […]

When everyone was shocked and confused, he stiffly turned his head to look at the little girl bit by bit.

And lying on the table already sleepy, Chacha seems to have dreamed of something, a pair of delicate eyebrows slightly frowned on her delicate face.

[Hey, I just want to eat a coffee jelly in peace. ]

Today's Yokohama is really extraordinarily peaceful.

Quickly use time to go back to 3 minutes ago. When the little girl said "return the umbrella" in a daze, she just stretched out her hand and was wrapped in another warm palm.

Cha Cha: "..."

Chacha: "?"

She opened her eyes bewilderedly, her beautiful golden pupils were filled with mist, "Qimu Kami, what's the matter?"

Looking at these cat eyes for a while, Saiki Kusuo sighed helplessly: [After you fell asleep, you pulled up the Ganghei Building with a tornado. ]

"Ah...and then?"

[Then, it flies. ]

"...It's like this, I'm sorry."

Chacha rubbed her eyes, got up from the table and sat up straight, "I originally wanted to use the wind to roll the umbrella over, and that's how you lent me the umbrella when we first met."

"But I accidentally dreamed of a person I just met today."

[Meet people? ]

"Well, it's a doctor in a white coat." Chacha yawned softly, with a few tears on her eyelashes. "I really like role-playing, especially the blonde girl in the red dress."

"Then he..." Chacha struggled for a while, "wanted to coax me into his trap."

[… sounds like a pervert. ]

"It's okay." Chacha couldn't help yawning again, raised her hand and continued rubbing her eyes, "I'll try my best not to sleep."

The little girl tried her best to open the cat's pupils, but she didn't know that the circles of her eyes had been rubbed into a thin red color, as if she had just cried.

For some reason, Saiki Kusuo suddenly remembered the first time he saw her, the snow-white little milk cat was squatting on the corner of the street, clearly unreasonably calm.

But when the tip of the ear trembled slightly and the round pupils of the eyes opened, it was still like a small, wronged white fluffy ball.

Saiki Kusuo was silent for a while, then reached out to her head.

Chacha thought he would rub her hair like Zhongya Zhongya did, but the other party didn't, but touched the top of her head gently and firmly.

[Sleep if you want to sleep. ] The pink-haired boy with green glasses said calmly, [Don't worry. ]

Chacha was startled, and raised her small face to look at him.

"but……"

[I'll watch. ]

Chacha stared at Saiki Kusuo for a while, her golden cat eyes were slightly bent, and under the sunlight that slanted in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, they showed a color that seemed to be full of honey.

Then, the world sleeps peacefully beside another pink-haired Kamisama.

[Obviously as a world consciousness, it doesn't matter if you don't care about anything, you still choose to wake up. ]

Saiki Kusuo looked at Chacha, who was well-behaved and closed his eyes, with a calm and clear mood.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh: ]

[Sure enough, there is no way to leave it alone. ]

……

After waking up, Chacha is very happy.

Although it was only a light sleep, it was very relaxing.

It was impossible for Saiki Kusuo who had eaten the coffee jelly to stay in Yokohama all the time. When he left, Chacha handed him the last pack of dried fish on his body.

[for me? ] Saiki Kusuo was taken aback, and just about to refuse, he heard Chacha say——

"This is a gift from the world." The little girl tilted her head and looked serious.

"Today Qi Mukami saved Yokohama twice."

Saiki Kusuo paused, a slight smile flashed in his eyes.

[No, I just fell asleep watching the world. ]

Chacha was a little reluctant to give away the last package of dried fish. After the pink-haired Kami Sama left, Chacha stood by the street and began to think.

Where do we go next?

Back to "sheep"?

Suddenly, she saw a flash of ocher in the crowd.

Mr. Chuya?The one next to you is Mr. Dazai?

According to common sense, Nakahara Nakahara, who hated the port mafia quite a lot, would not stay with Osamu Dazai peacefully like this.

Chacha thought for a while, and felt that the two of them must have something to do, so she decided not to call them.

Unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai was so sensitive to sight to a terrifying degree, he tilted his head, and accurately caught the source of his gaze.

"What do you guys want to do again?" Osamu Dazai suddenly stopped in his tracks, and Nakahara Chuya frowned, looking at him rather uncomfortably.

Along the way today, he understood how troublesome this nasty guy was.

It's like a mackerel jumping and jumping non-stop!

"Nakaya-kun, I guess," Dazai Osamu suddenly showed a bright smile, "You probably don't want Miss to know that you are cooperating with the port mafia to investigate something?"

"But what should I do, miss sees you now."

The author has something to say: A Hong Kong black building that was once persecuted: I flew, flying so high, so high.

(Note: Ximen Xiao hates the tone)

感谢在2020-08-0300:11:03~2020-08-0323:59:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of blue three thousand;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!