I was touched by Yokohama

The hand holding the dropped bottle was very steady.

Chacha looked along that hand, and what caught her eyes was the expressionless face of a red-haired man.

The man in the light-colored overcoat had a bit of stubble on his face, and he exuded an aura of indifferent life, and his gray-blue pupils reflected Chacha's appearance.

"It's okay." Chacha shook her head, and glanced at the glass milk bottle in his hand.

Oda Sakunosuke paused, and handed her the bottle of milk, and sure enough, the snow-haired girl took it.

"Thank you." She said softly, and looked at him a few more times, "Mr. Oda."

Oda Sakunosuke still remembers Chacha. Even though Oda Sakunosuke didn't care much about many things about the umbrella and the meeting in the stairwell, Chacha still left a shadow in his mind.

So much so that he later paid a little attention to Chacha's information.

"Miss Chacha." He responded, and glanced at the cashier again. With his eyesight, it was naturally impossible not to notice that Zhongyuanzhong was there.

Even though Chacha came to the supermarket to buy things with the Hong Kong gangster officials, Oda Sakunosuke didn't have the idea of ​​getting closer to the Hong Kong gangster executives.

"Mr. Sakunosuke!" Tapping footsteps came from behind the shelf, and a female voice came. Chacha looked over, and the young woman's eyes were shining with joy and eagerness, "Thank you for what happened just now!"

And it was Oda Sakunosuke who the young woman was staring at.

Chacha blinked, feeling that this woman was a little familiar.

It was... the person who was chasing after Edogawa Ranpo at that time.

Chacha's spirit lifted slightly, and she couldn't help staring at this woman. Sure enough, she felt the aura of the system from this young woman.

And the young woman couldn't care less about noticing Chacha's gaze, she couldn't contain her joy.

Before that Edogawa Ranpo had been staying at the Armed Detective Agency, with Fukuzawa Yukichi there, young women couldn't get in at all, but after so long, she finally found another target worth attacking in Yokohama.

This man named Sakunosuke Oda is an ordinary man at first glance, but the woman knows that he who can be listed on the first page of the strategy target form is definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface!

"Miss, as I said, you don't need to thank me anymore. I just happened to pass by and helped you." Oda Sakunosuke said calmly, keeping his face expressionless, but his gray-blue eyes were slightly out of focus.

Before that, just because he saw the woman next to him who almost fell in his direction and helped him up, the woman had already pestered him and insisted on thanking him properly, which tortured him for nearly 10 minutes.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't understand the purpose of this young woman's sudden eye on him.

And it was this kind of person that he had a hard time dealing with.

Chacha tilted her head, always feeling like she felt a sense of lovelessness from the expressionless Oda Sakunosuke.

Chacha: "Mr. Oda, are you okay?"

Oda Sakunosuke moved his pupils slightly, and the pupils that were out of focus and distracted finally recovered a little bit of expression: "...It's okay, thank you for your concern."

"Mr. Sakunosuke, can I invite you to dinner?" The woman finally noticed Chacha, but she became vigilant, and instead became even more persistent in pursuing the goal of Oda Sakunosuke.

The undisguised voice of the young woman has already attracted the attention of some people around her. Chacha can feel that Oda Sakunosuke's unlovable aura is getting stronger.

Chacha couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic towards Oda Sakunosuke.

He is an honest man who has been targeted by system players.

Probably because he didn't want to stay in the supermarket any longer, Oda Sakunosuke walked out quickly, and the young woman chased after him without any intention of giving up.

Chacha looked at the back of the young woman, her golden cat eyes were calm and indifferent.

Need to find a chance to recycle.

"Chacha, what are you looking at?" Zhong Yuanzhong walked back with the dinner materials he bought, and glanced in the direction she was looking.

"It's not very important." Chacha replied.

For Mr. Chuya, system players and so on are really not very important. With Mr. Chuya's force value, no one can take his idea.

"What, you always say that." Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at her, and a hint of helplessness suddenly appeared in his cobalt blue eyes, "...do you really want to worry about others?"

It's always been like this, and every time I ask, it's either a real dispensable thing or nothing.

But that look, in fact, obviously has something to do with it.

It doesn't exclude his approach, but that's all. There will always be an invisible dividing line in the middle, but Zhong Yuanzhong can feel it at certain times.

Do you think he is not trustworthy?

"Mr. Chuya...?" Chacha hesitated for a moment, sensing something else in his words.

Her little face showed a tangled look.

"Sorry, Mr. Chuya..."

"Huh? Why did you suddenly apologize," Nakahara Chuya raised his brows high, "Idiot, it's not your fault, there's no need to apologize."

This is his problem.

But one day, he will make that line disappear, and Zhong Yuanzhong is not a character who will give up easily.

Always take the initiative to get the important things.

Just when Zhongyuan Zhong also realized something, Chacha interrupted his thoughts.

"Mr. Chuya, are you going back?"

"Yeah, everything has been bought...do you have anything else you want to buy?"

"This!" Chacha slightly bent her eyes and raised her hands, holding Coke in one hand and milk in the other, looking at him with expectant eyes.

Under the eyes of the snow-haired girl, it was naturally impossible for Zhongyuan Zhong to refuse her such a small request.

"Mr. Chuya, buy another umbrella." Chacha suggested.

"Why do you want to buy an umbrella all of a sudden?" The sky outside was not so gloomy that it might rain, so the umbrellas on the shelves were still full, and there was no sign of them being sold.

However, even though Zhongyuan Zhong didn't understand, he took an umbrella without waiting for Chacha to say anything.

From the perspective of Zhongyuan Zhongyuan, it is just buying an extra item.

And on the way back, it started to rain suddenly, but it was not heavy, and even without an umbrella, it fell on the body, bringing a little coolness instead.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also thoughtful: "That's why you bought an umbrella? Did you know it was going to rain?"

"Yeah." Chacha nodded and wandered around with her umbrella open. She likes rain very much. This is a rare and obvious thing that she will show besides snacks.

Chacha likes rain, and rain washes away many things.

Chacha, holding a transparent umbrella, walks and jumps two steps forward from time to time, brisk and lively.

The fluffy and slightly curly pure white hair like a cloud also danced lightly, drawing a soft arc in the air.

Nakahara Chuya's eyes were fixed on the girl. The petite snow-haired girl hopped step by step, like a cat who was usually reserved and calm, but now she let go a little and was finally willing to move.

As the number of people decreased, the surrounding voices gradually became quieter, but Zhong Yuanzhong did not dislike the atmosphere at this time.

I even feel that, like today, it doesn't feel bad to walk back.

"Mr. Nakaya, do you like this world?" After a while, the snow-haired girl suddenly asked with her back facing him and gently tiptoed on the road.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little caught off guard, because of the content of this question, he showed a slightly surprised look: "Huh? What kind of question is this?"

"Mr. Nakaya, just answer me." Chacha's feet hopped and walked a little without stopping, and the hem of her skirt hopped and hopped lightly.

"Hey, like it or not, it's a bit strange to use this kind of words to describe the world." Zhongya Nakahara held the bag in one hand, and rested his hand in a black leather glove on his chin.

Although this question was as random as Chacha asked it on a whim, but the instinct followed a strange intuition without reason, and Zhong Yuanzhong did not perfunctory.

"But I don't hate it, and I don't hate the world either."

Chacha stopped in her tracks: "Mr. Chuya, it really hasn't changed."

Zhong Yuanzhong also grasped one word, and was unexpectedly concerned: "Always?"

And at this time, the cat-like girl turned her head, holding an umbrella in her hand, and her beautiful, clear golden eyes seemed to be stained with a thin, faint hazy water color because of the rain.

"Mr. Chuya." She called his name softly, as if whispering from between her lips.

But this soft sound was clearly transmitted to his ears through the continuous rain.

Nakahara Chuya's heart skipped a beat.

"Mr. Nakaya, why are you so sure that you won't hate this world?" The girl with snow-haired golden eyes tilted her head slightly, as if she was very confused.

"Mr. Chuya, have you experienced many bad things since the moment you existed in this world?"

Experimental subjects born as weapons for research, causing huge destruction, and being betrayed by trusted "sheep", these are all very bad things, right?At least Chacha knew that no one would like these.

And during his time in the port mafia, he gradually became one of the five major cadres, and he would only see more of those bad things.

So why so sure?Really no hesitation?

Chacha has a desire to find out about this.

why?Obviously, even Chacha himself would occasionally have a destructive desire when he heard the endless and noisy wishes.

Of course, this is a very, very rare situation, because Chacha has enough restraint and patience.

Chacha still likes humans very much.

The snow-haired girl stood still, with her head slightly lowered, and a glint of dark gold flashed in her beautiful cat eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at Chacha, suddenly frowned, and strode towards her, rubbing her head heavily, making the girl's hair a bit messy.

When he let go of his hand, there was already a dull hair on the top of Chacha's head, fluffy and shaking in the wind.

"...Mr. Chuya!" Chacha was stunned for a while in disbelief, and quickly came to her senses, hugging her head angrily, "Mr. Chuya did it on purpose!"

"That's right, I did it on purpose." Zhong Yuanzhong also admitted without hesitation. Seeing her holding her head unhappily, she laughed again, raised the corners of her lips, and rearranged her hair with her fingers.

Hands wearing black leather gloves entangled the pure white hair like snow, and then slid down slowly with light movements.

This is the gentleness that belongs to Zhongye in the Central Plains.

"No matter what, it's only natural to never hate this world."

"because--"

"This is my world."