I am forced to collect

[Distance to the end of memory loss punishment: 12 days]

[…LOADING…]

Chunyan was thinking about what she should do next, or in other words, how did she become like this.

She was vigilant and vigilant like 007 an hour ago, but now she is huddled in one of the most common manga cafes in Tokyo. The hot water boiled beef-flavored instant noodles, and the white steam made Chunyan's eyes a little itchy.

She stood up silently, walked to the door of the Internet cafe box and sat down on the tatami mat, leaning her ear against the wall to listen carefully to the movement in the corridor, and bowed her head in silence.The soundproofing of the whole manga cafe is not good, people will not be crowded shoulder to shoulder, but you can still hear groans after a hangover, or a few jokes between men and women, or cursing after losing a game.

She originally planned to go to Bingsheng's shrine. According to the status of the existing artifacts in the game-qiqi, the dog demon of the West Country, seems to still exist in this world because of its strong vitality.It's just that he was seriously injured because of a fight, was rescued by a god of fate, slept in the shrine, and was gradually forgotten with the development of the times.

Chunyan hesitated to wake him up, but she didn't think about it, she just wanted to see the current situation of her former friend.If he wakes him up, it seems to be very selfish, as if he is dragging the big monster who has been far away from the dangers of the world into this modern society that no longer belongs to his familiar memory.

And Ji, that little girl, the current status shows that she is following the God of Fujin... Nora?

Chunyan began to think about the process of going home again, she still lacked three SSR props, she wanted to find the Vongola Ring, and now they are the closest to her - but she wanted to get the ring (just touch it anyway) quickly Leave, look for other SSR items, don't get involved in these people's disputes for too long.

(Xiaoyan.)

Chunyan suddenly remembered the feeling of the woman named Sasakawa Kyoko holding her and crying, and the warm tears wet the clothes on her shoulders.Her whole body went stiff - she had never seen anyone so excited to reunite with her after a long absence, which may be the reason why Kyoko Sasakawa happened to end an attack.

Oda Sakunosuke was very restrained, which made Chunyan less afraid.

Can't get involved, can't get involved, Chunyan thought to herself.

"Hey, Japanese instant noodles are delicious." The white-haired young man next to her interrupted Chunyan's thinking.

Chunyan stared at him expressionlessly.

The young man raised his hands, expressing that he would never disturb her.

This made Chunyan quickly recall the excited look on the young man's face when he fled to death an hour ago.

When her friend who had already rescued the tenth leader of Vongola was about to set off again, a laughing and laughing person suddenly jumped out of the air, and a cloak tried to sweep away Atsushi Nakajima, who had lowered his guard because of the end of the battle— He seemed to be lying in wait for a long time, just waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

Chunyan was the closest to this "human tiger" who was coveted by various forces. She subconsciously pushed Atsushi Nakajima's body away, and then punched the clown, but he grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the cloak.

The teleportation range of his ability must not be far away—Chunyan thought, at least he didn't throw her into the middle of the Pacific Ocean.It was just fine, he threw her in front of the nearest A-level team member of Mirufiore, and then made a face at her.

To make matters worse, she accidentally met Tuoyouping, a person who took a camera to record around, and just happened to bump into the person Chunyan was confronting Mafia——

When he noticed Chunyan's gaze, the white-haired young man who called himself "Irie Masaichi" handed her a bag of cotton candy.

"Want to eat?" He said lightly.

"Don't follow me anymore." Chunyan moved back in resistance.

The white-haired young man rolled his eyes, "That's not okay, Miss just saw it too, if I didn't run away after you, I would have almost died at the hands of those people."

Chunyan remained unmoved, "Adults in their 20s should not extravagantly ask minors for help."

"Irie Masaichi" didn't blush: "I can't help it. I'm a good-for-nothing contemporary college student who suffers from stomach pains when I'm nervous, and is the easiest to fear. I'm especially bad at lying. My athletic ability is negative."

Chunyan: "..."

The waiter opened the door of the box at the right time to deliver free ice cream to the guests, but first he was startled by Chunyan who suddenly appeared like a ghost. The waiter who had heard about it blushed blushingly, "Hi, hello."

(Wait! This girl looks underage!)

(What are they going to do, won’t they break the law—! How could the store manager allow them to register, wouldn’t they be tempted by beauty again?!)

Suzuki Iruma put down the food slowly, blinking a pair of clear blue eyes, like the clean dew on the branches in the morning, he opened his mouth several times but was afraid of misunderstanding.

Until he saw the white-haired young man snatch the ice cream that the girl was about to serve without hesitation.

Suzuki Iruma: "..."

Suzuki Iruma: Oh oh.Probably not.

"Go to hell, Irie Masaichi." Chunyan subconsciously picked up the white-haired youth on the pillow on the tatami, and the other party smiled and flashed one by one.

The girl glanced at the name "Suzuki Iruma" on the staff card on his chest, and said, "Thank you, Suzuki...kun."

Not knowing much about the culture of this place, Chunyan suddenly didn't know what to call him, because he seemed to be younger than her, and probably only such irregular places would accept him as an employee.Suzuki Iruma also came to his senses, tried his best to pretend that he had at least attended high school by wearing a formal employee uniform, and left the box in a panic, for fear that they would ask him whether he was an adult.

"Pfft~" The white-haired young man who had been staring at the waiter blatantly laughed.

Chunyan looked at him expressionlessly, "Mr. Irie?"

"Well——I thought of a friend, and he must be worrying about all kinds of things now." The white-haired young man smiled and flipped through the free comics on the shelf, most of which were hot-blooded hits or comics in recent years. Harem manga, the young man took out a book at random, and the slogan "Ms. Uuchi Tianman's latest masterpiece" was conspicuously marked on the cover.

Chunyan opened the drawer under the computer desk, and after seeing a series of mint-flavored covers, she closed the drawer expressionlessly.

"Oh, is this the legendary Tokyo culture~" the young man said excitedly.

In the dim light of the box in the manga coffee shop, in the blue light of the computer with the screen on, the youth's purple eyes, which were slightly lighter than the tattoo on his cheeks, were also smothered in the heat of instant noodles.

Aggressive and kind, martial and beautiful, savage and elegant, the white-haired young man is rarely interested in admiring the lightly raining Naimori town through the window of the box.

His face is a typical foreigner, except for the purple tattoo of the crown under his left eye, he is wearing the most common white T-shirt in the streets and alleys, and he is carrying a black shoulder bag, which looks like his ID card Same, just an ordinary college student who came to Bingsheng to study abroad.Even so, Chunyan looked at him, still feeling uncertain about his true identity.

"Are you desperately leaving the camera to hand it over to the police?" Chunyan asked coldly, "Now that you have thrown the memory card on the road for those people to pick it up, don't come with me and continue your college life."

"Don't~"

"Then go to hell." Chunyan finally found the small medicine box that had been kept in reserve in the private room. The medicines inside had been expired for several months. She took out a small bandage and threw it at the white-haired young man who was not injured when he just ran away. leg.

"That's not okay, I'm an ordinary person." The white-haired young man let the girl's throwing "attack" this time, and smiled and took a bite of the free ice cream that the waiter had just delivered.