Wenhao is my vest

The operator really has nothing to say to Shiga Naoya.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to slap the lottery ticket directly on the boy's face: "May I ask, Shiga-kun, how old are you this year?"

Aoki Araya understood that this sentence was mocking his "childlike innocence" in his behavior just now.

Seeing that he didn't want this lottery ticket so much, Shiga Naoya didn't force it, and his smile was still bright: "Then let me keep it here, but if you want it, I can give it to you at any time."

The operator quickly stuffed the torn piece of paper back.

After Shiga Naoya put the lottery ticket into his pocket, he answered his mocking question just now: "It's only after you mentioned it that I remembered that my 150th birthday is almost over?"

Operator: "..."

This answer made him almost shake his hands and drop the lottery ticket to the ground.

After Shiga Naoya caught a glimpse of his mixed expression of surprise and suspicion, he realized that there was something wrong with his words: "Ah, it was a slip of the tongue just now. I am about sixteen or seventeen years old—but, Mr. Any questions?"

Operator: "No, I'm just asking casually."

...Didn't you hear that I was teasing your brain?

In fact, Aoki Araya also doesn't understand whether Shiga Naoya has heard or not - after all, the synchronization rate between him and the other party is kept at a very pitiful 30%, and the only thing that can be felt from the soul base is the calmness that has not changed much relaxed mood.

No matter when he was kidnapped, shot or successfully rescued, Shiga Naoya's spiritual base only had the most superficial emotional changes, but deep down he always maintained an overly peaceful attitude.

Probably this is the self-confidence of being a lucky EX.

Because of this, Shiga Naoya's actions are very purposeful, unlike the superficial squeamishness.So after the operator denied that he had other things to do, Shiga naturally came up with an idea: "Shall we go shopping on the streets of Ikebukuro?"

The operator wanted to refuse: "I still have work to do today."

In fact, there was no job. He was ready to go back and packed up his things and resigned.

Shiga Naoya repeated it in an unquestionable tone: "The date of the lottery drawing is today. I want to go to the store to see the specific number."

The operator tried to refuse again: "I really..." There is still a job.

Shiga Naoya blinked and smiled playfully: "Isn't it your job to play with me, Mr. Operator?"

He puffed up his cheeks and added: "Besides, you want to leave the minor who was kidnapped just now alone on the busy street. Your behavior is really irresponsible!"

Operator: "Why do you think it's my job to play with you..."

And what kind of annoying brat is speaking, the leader of the "Writer Association" usually doesn't care about him?

The leader of the "Bungo Association" not only did not stop, but also planned to help Shiga Naoya's wayward behavior further: "If Mr. Operator doesn't accompany me, I can only lie on the ground and cry!"

Then, by the way, the patrolling police were brought in, and by the way, he told the police that the culprit was the man in front of him, right?

The operator has already seen through the future development.He supported his forehead and felt that his blood pressure was rising rapidly at a speed beyond the limit of human beings.

It would be troublesome if the police found that the group of people had guns.

...In the end, why did I agree to this guy to save him an hour ago?

He gritted his teeth and agreed: "I hope you really just went to see the lottery numbers."

"Oh." Shiga Naoya sighed, "I just don't want to go back to Yokohama for the time being...Mr. Poe is not here, and it's very troublesome without an intermediary mediator..."

After complaining about this sentence, he laughed happily again: "So you can pretend that I am shopping with you because I am bored! And if you win the lottery, you can also earn money!"

The operator asked the other members of the "group" to go back first, followed Shiga's footsteps towards the commercial street, and probed: "Meditor? Is there something wrong inside the "Bungo Association"?"

Shiga Naoya tilted his head: "It is indeed an internal problem. Do you want to know? If you want to know, help me hide that incident from Su Nanhui."

The "Wunghao Association", an organization full of mysteries, is of course more important than Su Nanhui.

The operator agreed to his words without hesitation: "Okay."

Shiga Naoya laughed happily, staring at each other: "Then we have 'reconciled', right?"

The operator slowly affirmed: "It's...but there was no falling out in the first place, right?"

What the operator didn't know was that the moment he accepted Shiga Naoya's request, the contract constructed by magic power had already fallen into his body.

Shiga Naoya breathed a sigh of relief: "It's the truth! Great, now I can rest assured that the two of us will never have any disagreements on this matter."

He smiled naturally: "After all, apart from money, I'm quite wary of external things!"

The operator complained in his heart: ...You also know that your attitude towards money is not normal.

"After all, money is a thing compared to people's hearts. You can get as much as you want..." Shiga Naoya didn't realize how much hatred he said, and suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, "Ah, arrive."

The operator followed him and looked up at the lottery shop beside the street: "I didn't expect it to be so fast, I thought you didn't know the way."

Shiga Naoya shook his head: "I have never been to this Ikebukuro, so I chose a random direction to go."

The operator didn't like him: "Are you going to say it's because of your luck again?"

Shiga Naoya neither admitted nor denied: "Generally speaking, my luck is mainly useful when a battle occurs. As for the lottery, it is not luck but the golden rule."

How confident are you in your luck after all.

The operator complained, and wrote down the strange terminology in Shiga's words: "Aren't you going to see the results of the lottery?"

"Ah. This." Shiga Naoya stuffed the lottery ticket into the operator's hand again, "I plan to share the honor of winning the lottery with you. Are you happy? You must be very happy!"

"Hurry up and claim the prize, I'll wait for you here! I'll applaud you when you come out with the prize!"

The operator's head started to hurt: ...Can we kill this person directly?

He walked into the store with half-believing thoughts.

**

A few minutes later, the operator walked out of the lottery shop with a suspicious expression on his face.

He looked at Shiga Naoya who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, his expression was dull, and he couldn't help asking: "The numbers really match up completely... Could it be that luck is your special ability?"

If it is true, the operator will be able to understand the reason for the boy's strange behavior before.

——If luck, or in other words, being able to pick up money while walking is indeed his ability.

Shiga Naoya put the phone in his pocket and started to applaud him: "Congratulations! How much did you win?"

The operator said nervously: "Hold down!"

Then he dragged him directly into an empty alley next to the commercial street, and asked in a low voice, "What the hell... wait, where did you get your cell phone?"

After he realized that Shiga Naoya hadn't carried a mobile phone with him until just now, he couldn't help but turn pale with shock: "Isn't he picking it up again?!"

"That kind of behavior is close to the edge of the law." Shiga Naoya pulled his arm back from the opponent's hand with a good temper, "It's because I picked up a boy's suitcase. As a thank you, he gave It’s just a little money from me. Then I use some of that money to buy a new phone.”

...I was only gone for less than 5 minutes!Why can such wonderful things happen to you?

The operator was speechless for a moment: "How much did he give you?"

Intuition told him that it would not be a small amount of money.

"It's about seven or eight million. It's all in an envelope, so I didn't count it carefully." Shiga Naoya replied casually, "It feels more like a hush money than a thank you gift. But you can also meet people on the road. Ikebukuro is such an interesting place for this sort of thing.”

The operator finally couldn't hold back, and complained: "I don't think this is a problem with Ikebukuro itself."

"Hmm..." Shiga Naoya didn't know what he was thinking, and ignored his words, "So how much did you win in the lottery?"

Back to the topic, the operator suddenly became serious, and answered seriously: "500 million. It's the first prize."

Shiga Naoya was silent for two seconds, stood on tiptoe, and patted his head: "It's okay, it's just a small amount of money, don't take it too seriously."

The operator thought at first that Shiga Naoya was saying that the lottery ticket does not need to be returned to him, but the next moment he realized something was wrong: "What do you care about?"

Shiga Naoya frowned in embarrassment: "When I was kidnapped before, those kidnappers asked me to give them 500 million, so 500 million should be a lot of money for you, right?"

These words sounded really unbearable, but the operator still answered him seriously: "...that's right."

"I proposed to you again before, if you help me hide it, I will give you 1000 million... Although I said the number casually, no matter how you say it, it is a full 500 million more than 500 million."

The operator already guessed what Shiga Naoya was going to say next.

Sure enough, Shiga Naoya began to comfort him: "Although you lost 500 million, you still barely have 500 million left... Don't take it too seriously, 500 million can be earned back soon. "

The operator was physically and mentally exhausted: "...Don't you think that what you said is a bit illogical?"

And are you really trying to comfort and not some kind of deliberate provocation?

"Five million is fine." Shiga Naoya obviously didn't care about the lottery ticket, and changed the subject, "I want to go back to Yokohama now."

"Didn't you just say that you didn't want to go back because of reasons within the organization?"

Shiga Naoya was reminded by him, only to realize that he hadn't told him the agreed information: "I almost forgot, the reason I don't want to go back is because Dazai doesn't like me very much. I don't want to see his familiar cry face, so..."

The red-haired boy pursed his lips.

The operator held back his temper and asked seriously: "Then why do you want to go back now?"

Shiga Naoya hesitated: "It shouldn't be a problem to tell you this... I feel that the "group" must have encountered similar things."

The operator suddenly had a bad feeling: "What?"

Shiga Naoya replied with a relaxed tone: "—Actually, there was a human head in the suitcase I returned."

Operator: "...What??!"