Experience in building a branch of Crab Castle King in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang

After bidding farewell to Miss Takeuchi Chiharu who almost chased and beat him to death, Taketori Che fled away quickly.

Then she found that she had unknowingly walked to a place she had never been to before. She saw alleys everywhere, and the girl standing at the fork in the road—— took out the GPS navigation on her mobile phone.

Hey, where's the talk of getting lost in this day and age!

However, when she fumbled to find the exit direction according to the navigation all the way, she saw an unexpected person when she turned a corner.

Hazo Tsushima.

He sat there sighing, with his head bowed in frustration, as if he was worried that the sow at home had lost two piglets this year.

Taketori Che secretly turned around and left after complaining secretly, not wanting to meet this garbage man at all.

"Huh? Isn't this Harada!" Tsushima suddenly noticed the movement on her side and stopped her loudly.

The girl took a deep breath and turned around with a smile on her face, as if the act of pretending she couldn't see people just now didn't exist.

"Why are you here?" Tsushima asked her.

"Playing around with a friend and getting lost while running."

Tsushima was speechless for a moment: "Come to play hide-and-seek in the middle of the night? You really have a leisurely time."

Taketori Che chuckled twice, and suddenly noticed that the other party was not wearing the pair of gold-rimmed glasses tonight, and couldn't help asking: "If you don't wear glasses, won't you be unable to see the road clearly at night?"

"..."

The black-haired man was silent for a few seconds, then took out his glasses from his suit jacket and put them on as if nothing had happened. His original aloof and polite demeanor suddenly returned to the combination of neurosis and sand sculpture that girls are familiar with.

"I still have a question for Tsushima-senpai." Taketori said, looking at the "seat" under the other party.

"Why are you sitting on the lid of the trash can!"

Hazo Tsushima: ...

Tsushima Hazo: "Come on, there is a seat for you next to me, sit with me and chat for a while."

It’s true that this handsome black-haired guy in bandages, dressed in beastly clothes, sat on the lid of the trash can in the alley worrying and sighing at eleven o’clock in the evening.

Taketori Che didn't want to be stupid with him, so he left with a smile immediately: "Even if I, Harada Huili, died, I died outside, was killed by a falling object! I wouldn't sit on the lid of a trash can!"

It's a pity that Tsushima Yezang had already figured out her destiny, and said calmly: "As long as you are willing to sit and chat for a few minutes, I will give you [-] yen."

"Huh? Who are you going to send for a mere [-] yen? Could my cleanliness be persuaded by this small amount of money!"

"Twenty thousand yen."

"Okay boss, how many minutes do you want to chat? If it exceeds 5 minutes, you will be charged by the hour~"

As soon as Taketori Che heard that there was money to be made, he was tempted. He quickly climbed onto the lid of the relatively clean trash can, pretending to be a qualified chat listener: "Boss, what do you want to talk about? There is color topic?"

"No, I don't want to talk about this today." Tsushima took out his mobile phone to send her a red envelope, and replied, "To be precise, I didn't expect you to appear here tonight."

"Yes." Taketori Che, who received the transfer message, had a good attitude and a very emotional tone, "I have never sat on the trash can with anyone to chat about life, and I feel like I have become a part of the trash can. "

The black-haired youth laughed inexplicably, just smiled, and he began to sigh again.

"What are you worried about, senior?"

"Have it."

"Yes, you have been sighing." Taketori asked, "Could it be that you feel sorry for money?"

"How come, I don't pay much attention to this little money (from Chuya)." Tsushima rubbed his somewhat messy black curly hair, and rarely showed some real distress, "Speaking of it, you might You will laugh at me, but... I didn't expect you to appear here tonight, and you took my money, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with sharing a little spiritual garbage once in a while."

Taketori Che rolled his eyes, he is really a mother-in-law, do you want to say it?If you don't say anything, I will leave.

Fortunately, Tsushima Yozo seemed to sense her impatience, shook his head helplessly, and said, "I have a friend..."

Well, whenever this sentence is used as the beginning of a story, usually that "friend" is the storyteller himself.

"Let's call him Mr. D. Mr. D has an old friend, but that old friend doesn't know him."

"Wait, are they netizens? It's the kind of situation where they know each other on the Internet but don't know each other in reality?" Taketori Che guessed.

"No." Tsushima denied this guess, his expression was very flat, but there seemed to be many indescribable emotions in his kite-colored eyes, "That old friend, whether in reality or in the virtual world, has the same relationship with Mr. D. I haven't met, I haven't dealt with them, let alone any friendship."

Taketori Che was confused: "Then why does Mr. D think that stranger is his friend?"

"Hmm..." The black-haired man rested his cheeks and thought for a while, "This is a bit like star chasing. You like a certain idol, and you try your best to learn about the other person's past, collect the person's likes, support him, and call him ..."

The girl blinked her eyes: "If you put it this way, senior, you can just say that Mr. D is chasing stars. It's just that the 'idol' he's chasing is not necessarily a real public figure, but an ordinary person around you?"

Tsushima Yezang turned his head and glanced at her, as if a little amazed by her intuition, and then added: "No, it's worse than that. At least Idol knows that thousands of fans in the audience love him, and he may also know those There's a certain person among the fans...but...but we're talking about this 'old friend' in the story and we don't know anything about Mr. D."

"From the beginning to the end, that old friend will never know that there was a person in this world, and he paid and sacrificed a lot silently and hopelessly for him."

At the end, his voice trembled a little, as if he was suppressing some kind of magnificent emotion.

Taketori Che was stunned when he heard this: "That is to say, senior, your friend Mr. D has been spying on an ordinary person's private life for a long time through some legal or illegal means?! Or not in any way?" Is it the premise of making money or a mission?"

"—Senior, you have to persuade Mr. D to rein in the precipice!"

Hazo Tsushima: "Huh?"

In this case, wouldn't normal people be moved after listening to the story?

The girl who was not moved by this said loudly: "Mr. D's doing this is different from those disgusting illegitimate meals!"

Tsushima was struck by lightning immediately, feeling that his glasses on the bridge of his nose were about to crack a few slits: "Evil, disgusting? Bastard meal??"

"This kind of voyeurism without other people's permission for many years is too perverted, Mr. D is just touching himself!" Taketori Che solemnly grabbed Tsushima Hazo's bandaged right hand and shook it wildly, "Senior, I like others If you do, confess your love! There is no good ending for being a pervert! Do you think you can play HAPPY ENDING like this? The most rubbish game company will not design the ending route like this! You will be sprayed to death by players!"

Tsushima stammered, his thin body was shaken by being pulled, and his tone was as soft as a helpless bun: "No, I don't like... and I'm not a pervert... The story is not about me..."

However, Taketori Che has already seen through the true face of this hypocritical man!

Hahaha, I never thought that you, Tsushima Yozo, dared to kill your father, but dared not confess your love to others—coward!

When Taketori Che got excited, he was afraid that the incident would not be big enough, so he immediately patted the opponent's back vigorously and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, senior."

Tsushima Hazo looked at her with an aggrieved expression.

I only heard the girl say: "Let's confess our love together!"

"what?!"

"Since you don't dare to speak your mind, let me speak for you! In front of that old friend, pour out all the words Mr. D wanted to say to him in this life! How about it?"

Speaking of this, the girl rolled her eyes, and suddenly stood up and turned around to jump to the wall behind, wanting to climb over to see what the scenery looks like over there.

"Come down quickly! Don't do strange things to cause trouble for others!" Tsushima yelled nervously, and also jumped up to stop her from crawling around, lest she see something she shouldn't see, "I said I'm not D Sir! Those things are just gossip stories I heard after drinking!"

Struggling desperately, Taketori saw a red and white bar signboard in the distance, glowing with neon lights in the dark.

There seems to be something printed on it...

In the next second, she felt that her pants were about to be ripped off by this bastard senior, and she had no choice but to let go of the wall and fall down regretfully.

"Senior, you are very rude!" Taketori yelled angrily, holding up his pants, "Why are you tearing my pants? These are jeans!"

Hazo Tsushima stood on the ground angrily, looking aggrieved. Is it his fault that his natural strength is only at this level?

Besides, when he was nervous just now, he used all his strength to drag the person back from the wall...

"Also, you said that you are not Mr. D." Taketori snorted coldly after putting on his pants, "I don't believe it, unless you ask Mr. D to come out, otherwise I will pester you to confess to that old friend tonight .”

Hazo Tsushima frowned and looked at her for a few seconds, then finally sighed, "There's really nothing I can do about you."

He took out his phone and called someone.

10 minutes later.

A beautiful older sister in a kimono appeared at the alley. When she saw the two idiots sitting in a row on the trash can, her expression was very subtle.

When Tsushima saw this sister, he immediately jumped up and stretched out his hand to say hello, as if he saw a lifesaver: "Hey, Hongye-kun, you are here!"

Taketori Che glanced at him suspiciously, thinking that Tsushima was colluding in secret, for fear that the other party would reveal his truth.

However, the elder sister with her long orange-red hair coiled up calmly smiled and said, "Good evening, Mr. Tsushima, and this young lady."

Taketori Che: ...?

She secretly asked Tsushima: "Why do you call this sister 'Jun'?"

"Because she is my senior, I respect her very much." The black-haired man whispered to her ear, the hot air from his words blowing on the girl's earlobe, making it itchy.

Hehe, your father is also your senior, why don't you respect him so much?

At this time, Sister Liangli also approached them, maintaining a calm smile the whole time, and she showed no abnormal expression when facing a row of trash cans with a strange smell and two whispers of trash.

"My concubine is Ozaki Hongye, I wonder if the two of you have asked me to come out so late, what's the matter?"

Taketori Che's expression changed slightly - there was no other reason, because the elder sister in front of her was her titular immediate superior!

Yes, her boss is Keita Honda, the captain of the third team of the maintenance team, but Koyo Ozaki is the boss who manages the entire logistics department!

"It's Hongye-kun like this," Tsushima laughed and jumped off the trash can, "I told her about that, and she yelled to help you confess your love."

Ozaki Momiji: ?

What's the matter?And a confession?Who should I confess?

Although he was confused, Ozaki Koye lowered his head slightly because of his extraordinary acting skills and obedience to the person in front of him, as if he was very sad: "Thank you for the kindness of this lady. It's just that my concubine's lover has already become a Buddha for many years. Even if there are thousands of words, they are just speechless."

To be honest, Taketori regretted it as soon as he saw Koyo Ozaki appear.

Damn, who knows that the illegitimate son of the leader next to him will play so big, so he just called a cadre over to support him!

And if you apply the previous "heroic deeds" of those illegitimate fans to Hongye, and consider the one-to-one correspondence between the other party's "the person she loves is dead" and "the old friend has no understanding of herself"... The story of sadomasochism surfaced just like that!

"I'm sorry." Even though he is usually a jerk, Taketori still judges the situation at critical moments, "I don't know... I thought that person was still alive... I'm so sorry, Ms. Ozaki."

Ozaki Momiji: ? ? ?

What exactly did Tsushima say to this child is really confusing.

But on the surface, she still forgave the little girl kindly: "It doesn't matter, I know that you are also enthusiastic. This matter is not a big problem..."

Taketori Che looked moved, as if he was moved by the beautiful love and the other party's tolerance.

In fact, she was thinking about something else: No, no, I really just wanted to watch the emotional gossip plot of that dog man at first!

Tsushima Hazo stood beside him with his arms folded, with a deep smile.