I write dog blood in Yokohama

Looking at my current life and future, there is only one word, poor.

Today is the 7th day of my stay here, I don’t know how many days I will have to wait until the salary of the god damned is paid, and now I only have 800 yen left on hand, I decided to go back to my old business and start writing online novels to make money.

Fortunately, I live in an Internet cafe, where there are ready-made computers and the Internet, which is simply a godsend environment and conditions.

But let's not consider the Japanese market for the time being. First, I don't know much about the situation here. Second, I can't write about it...

Don't forget that I am a big illiterate!Speaking Japanese is a problem, let alone writing sentences.

In the past two days, I have wanted to learn the fifty-sound chart, but in fact, it can't be squeezed into my mind just like advanced mathematics. I can sleep in my head after memorizing the first five, and I can fall asleep.

No, it is impossible to memorize it in this life. I have really given up on my family.

What can I do? I’m a lazy person who can lie down and never sit. If I can play fish, I definitely don’t want to work hard. Anyway, I don’t have to learn Japanese. Isn’t the translation software on the phone good? ?Isn't the Japanese-Chinese dictionary in the box fragrant?

And I don’t actually plan to use a computer to write articles. The reason is very simple. Compared with the computer in an Internet cafe with a full screen that I can’t understand Japanese, of course I still choose the Huawei in my pocket. Connect to the wifi of the Internet cafe and download a firewall software , which is much more convenient than a computer.

By the way, the 26 letters on the Japanese keyboard are in the same order as the Chinese ones. Thanks to this, I am not at a loss. In the past few days, I have played a lot of games on the computer to pass the time, and the computer in the Internet cafe can also switch to the TV station. programme.

In short, I have decided to go back to my old job, and according to my old memory, I skillfully registered an author number for myself with my mobile phone.

This time I have learned a lesson, so I'd better not touch the same humanities... Well, it's decided, the name of the new book is "Crossing into a Domineering President and Running With the Ball: Palm Heart Charm".

It's not Raven!At most, it is Su Wen, the domineering president who never gets tired of it. It can be regarded as a classic anti-routine in the Internet literature world, and then add a kiss on the wall to the copywriting, perfect!

When I have some achievements in writing, I will turn it over and submit it to a publishing house in Japan. Speaking of which, Neon also has an online novel platform.

I used a crappy Japanese-Chinese dictionary and the translation software in my mobile phone to study my computer, and I actually found an online novel website: Become a novelist, famous masterpieces include "RE0", "I Want to Eat Your Dirt", "Reincarnation" ○The Lyme Thing"......Wow, this looks really good!

The above words don’t count, I rubbed my hands, and immediately registered an author account on this website.

Because I can’t read it, it took me half a day just to study the homepage of the website. Oh yes, I haven’t knocked my head yet. According to the daily practice, I kowtow three times to confess my confession. When I get up, I want to publish Chapter 1, mobile phone” "Ding dong", suddenly received a new email.

Open the email and copy and paste it into the translator. After half a minute of loading, the content is displayed on the screen:

The rival of a certain company under the Mafia industry in the port opened a new branch of its hotel today, and the guy who happened to be near ×× Street hurried over to make trouble.The specific address is also attached at the bottom.

……

×× Street, isn’t it just ×× Street where I live?

Due to the fact that I am not familiar with the place and it is easy to get lost, and it is not convenient to communicate with people because of the language barrier, I deliberately downloaded the map, and I already know a little about the roads around here.

Quit the software without any lingering thoughts, so why don't you just say no!This kind of mass emails at first glance shows that this task is not very important, and those recruited are the lowest-level cannon fodder, and whoever has nothing to do will go to this kind of low-level cannon fodder.

Having said that, the essence of human beings is really fragrant.

Since I went to a place like a restaurant to make trouble, I should be able to get a meal while they are in chaos, right?I don't dare and don't want to rob ordinary people. That kind of thing is against the law, but it should be okay to go to the kitchen of the opposite family while groping.

I swallowed my saliva after not eating a normal meal for a long time, put away my phone decisively and rushed to the mission site.

Ideally, I found the location nearby, but the reality slapped me skinny, and I was sent back by the leader, who was smart.

That's right, being driven, coming back, coming.

There is no other reason. The person in charge is a big brother wearing a suit and sunglasses. He has the word "society" written all over his body. I sent it back.

"..." Day!

What happened to 15 years old? 15 Is it so unworthy of people!Is it so difficult for low-level mafia rookies? Aren't your future double-black cadres also in their teens!

I turned and left in grief and bitterness. Fortunately, in order to make my self-recommendation more convincing, I deliberately took out a gun (in fact, it was mainly for self-proof and self-protection).

It seems that the plan to take advantage of the chaos to get some bargains has failed. There is no way. The qualifications and status of the leader are much higher than that of a small staff member. Put on my shoes.

Besides, he was right, a 15-year-old girl with a small body really didn't have much ostentation and deterrence at all.

Sure enough, I can only go back and continue eating instant noodles?Sadly, I lowered my head and took out the 800 yen in my pocket. The remaining money was only enough to buy two boxes of instant noodles, or a few plum-flavored convenience store rice balls.

I have to say that the prices in Japan are really high. A bottle of mineral water costs 100 yen. Fortunately, the Internet cafes bring their own free drinks, otherwise I would have died of thirst on the street.

All kinds of delicacies began to appear in my mind, such as kebabs, hot pot, spicy hot pot... Soft quilt, spacious memory foam bed, hot bath and comfortable life.

I looked up at the sky, and the more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I was. I was eating fried chicken and drinking Coke the night before the crossing, but when I got here, I was empty-handed, and it was difficult to even change clothes.

The future is unknown, the working environment is extremely dangerous, and the sparse and empty pockets are cleaner than a washbasin.

The knees are bruised and purple, and the hands are covered with calluses. It’s okay to be in such a current environment. At night, I can only be squeezed in a small private room where it is inconvenient to turn over. Feeling uncomfortable and restless on the train, I don't know what size is.

……

My nose was a little sore, and I swallowed the tears that were about to come out desperately. At this moment, I really went home.

But no matter how sad it is, it's useless, and the days still have to go on. I sorted out my turbulent emotions for a while, and kicked a small stone on the side of the road dullly.

The area around here is still in the commercial street, maybe because of the weekdays, there are not many people on the street, and everyone has come out. It is sad at this time, it is better to wait to go to the supermarket for a walk, maybe there is a discounted food.

To cheer myself up, I took out my mobile phone and was about to start searching for a convenience store nearby, when I heard a subconscious male voice suddenly coming from in front of me.

"it hurts."

Not far away, there seemed to be a young man whose hair color could not be seen clearly. He turned his back to this side and seemed to be about to make a phone call. He was suddenly hit for no reason. The young man covered his hat angrily and turned around: "Hey, who Kicked rocks?"

There was a brief silence for a few seconds.

An extremely familiar voice sounded from the opposite side, the boy in the hat turned his head, and his blue pupils instantly met my embarrassing gaze.

He seemed to be stunned for a moment, but I didn't hold the phone, and slammed it on my foot with a slap, and suddenly squatted down to cover my foot in pain, and the tears I had just suppressed finally couldn't hold back and burst out: "Damn it. "

Ocher-haired boy: "..."

I:"……"

Help, I want to die already.

May I ask what is the day of big luck today?According to this situation, can I really buy discounted products when I go to a convenience store! !

Swallowing hard, I stared at the opposite side with uncertainty, that exquisite appearance, that standard black top hat, it is strange that I don’t know him, you know I have written 10 novels for him ○Wen, various postures and various shameful plays, and now the deity is standing in front of me...

Shocked by the cold sweat, I quickly lowered my head again and whispered in common Japanese: "I'm sorry."

The ochre-haired boy on the opposite side should have heard it clearly, but instead of leaving, he narrowed his eyes keenly, probably sensing something based on my reaction, "Huh? You know me?"

This is force majeure!Of course, seeing one of the male gods who had created a second creation in the pen would be a little dazed. I didn't rush to deny it, so I nodded cautiously: "Yes."

"Well, I'm a..." member of PortMafia.

grass!How do members say it in Japanese!I was anxious, and raised my hand to try to explain, but after gesticulating for a long time, I still couldn't remember what the "member" said.

The wording was fruitless, so I had to change the vocabulary into English: "Hello, that, I am from PortMafia, number. , admire you."

Fuck it, I'm dead.

These are all stuttering sentences, and I began to regret why I didn't study Japanese well a few days ago, even if I just memorized the syllabary, I wouldn't be as embarrassing as I am now.

He raised his hand and wanted to use his mobile phone to communicate, but unfortunately, the unlucky translation software was completely unreliable. It could be loaded for half a century, but he still couldn’t play the voice. The text can be clearly translated, but the premise is to get close to the male god first. Don't dare at all!

I have already started to feel all kinds of troubles here, but miraculously, Zhong Yuanzhong almost understood what I meant, he raised his eyebrows, and his voice was a little speechless: "...Is there a language barrier? You said you are also a port. Mafia a member of?"

"Yes."

I nodded quickly, yes, menba!It's this goddamn word that made me rack my brains and never figure it out.

Covering my face in pain, I deeply felt the need to maintain my image in front of the male god. Thinking of the physical tears that I couldn't hold back because of the smashed foot just now, I quickly raised my hand and wiped my eyes vigorously, crossing my fingers together. He clapped his palms together, and continued, or doubled, to look at him with the kind of eyes that he saw a senior who admired so much, and his eyes pikapika were shining brightly.

look!I am your loyal little fan girl!

"...Forget it." The red-haired boy may have been caught by my sincere eyes, he pulled the brim of his hat and turned around: "I won't bother with you this time, pay attention to me next time."

"Okay, okay! Thank you, Mr. Chuya." I quickly cheered in my heart, picked up the mobile phone on the ground and ran away.

Forgive me for not even being able to say Mr. Zhongyuan's Zhongyuan, but I just remember that the name "chuya" is often mentioned in the fandom area. I hope he doesn't think it's rude... Even if he thinks it's rude, he might not be able to meet each other anyway, hehe .

In the end, I rolled and crawled, cough, and finally left the area with oil on my feet. I squatted on the ground and took a few deep breaths.

In fact, there is no need to pretend that there is such a thing as adoring eyes, just play it real, it is completely comparable to the feeling of seeing an anime male god.

I calmed down and checked my phone with a bit of worry. Fortunately, it didn't break it just now, and the screen didn't drop off directly. The pat can still be used. There is no way, this thing must be treasured, mine The great cause of writing and translation tools also depend on it.

The lowered eyes took a look at myself by the reflection of the phone screen, wait, I swear I really just took a casual look...

However, I don't know if I don't see it, I was startled when I saw it.

The external screen of the mobile phone was really hard to see clearly, so I simply opened the screen saver and clicked into the camera, and took a serious look at myself again.

The eye circles are so red.

I almost forgot, before I accidentally kicked Nakaya, I lost control of my emotions, and my eyes may have been a little red at that time... In addition, I rubbed my eyes hard just now to wipe away the physiological tears.

Absolutely, lose face in front of the Two-dimensional male god, I will kill myself.