Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 30, Section 004: Fried Eggs

On Saturday, the midday sun removed the dampness from the decaying leaves on the street.

Outside of school hours, there were only two stalls on the tree-lined avenue. The takoyaki vendor, realizing he wasn't getting any business, had already left.

Only mechanically synthesized Japanese remains, chattering incessantly:

"Fried eggs, fried eggs, food from District 9."

Yan Wuxun stared at the little girl peeking out from across the tricycle, his face stern, his mustache twitching.

The pouting little girl wasn't about to back down either.

"Brother Xun, don't bully little girls."

"Beans muttered to themselves."

Useless.

The two sides had been talking for several minutes without understanding each other's words, but this did not affect the stalemate in the battle. From the increasingly hostile expressions on each other's faces, one could glimpse a subtle provocation.

Megumi Amamiya remained outwardly calm, but her fingers were secretly twirling behind her back, slowly forming a halo. She was preparing to teach this bad old man a lesson, but she couldn't think of any way to punish him, so she decided to secretly sabotage his tires to make him go home later.

It was lunchtime, and the campus roads were becoming increasingly deserted.

"Meow!"

Just then, an orange cat suddenly darted out and meowed urgently.

Upon hearing the cat's meow, Yan Wuxun was greatly alarmed, and Douzi also hurriedly began to act.

Without saying a word, the two of them turned off the stove and started preparing the ingredients.

Yan Wuxun didn't have time to pay attention to the little girl opposite him. He spoke rapidly, saying angrily, "Which punk called the cops!"

The orange cat ran towards them while meowing. Bean, with his sharp eyes, spotted the law enforcement team's car in the distance, its red lights flashing.

He hurriedly grabbed Yan Wuxun's clothes, ignoring the grease, and shouted:

"Brother Xun, Brother Xun! The city management officers are here!"

Amamiya Megumi was taken aback, still confused when she saw the person in the light blue police uniform.

After turning off the gas, Yan Wuxun didn't have time to call Douzi to get on the tricycle. The two of them together would only consume more energy if they pedaled it. He shouted, "Douzi, let's split up and run!"

"it is good!"

After saying that, the little boy looked around and ran towards an alleyway.

As he spoke, the orange cat had already run to Yan Wuxun's feet, and with its nimble movements, it disappeared in a flash.

Yan Wuxun flipped himself onto the vehicle, pressed his buttocks against the seat, and kicked his legs up and down with all his might, making his feet spin like wheels.

"stop!"

The city management officers noticed the other party was trying to escape, and the car, which had been moving slowly, suddenly accelerated. One of the officers leaned out and shouted, "Don't run!"

Yan Wuxun understood this sentence and knew it quite well. He chuckled and didn't have time to curse back. He quickened his pace, after all, escaping was a physically demanding task.

His eyes shone brightly as he rushed onto the non-motorized vehicle lane in the shade of the trees.

Little brat, this level of threat doesn't even count as danger.

……

Meanwhile, Douzi blindly rushed into the alley. In this emergency, without thinking, she saw a corner that would provide cover and turned to run inside.

Suddenly, everything went black before his eyes, and it seemed as if a black trench coat was fluttering past.

Am I seeing things?

He muttered to himself, but dared not stop. He peered out again for a while before chasing after them.

When I turned the corner, there was nothing in front of me.

Panting, Douzi held onto his knees, not daring to linger. He saw a wide school road ahead, and his size was perfect for blending into a student's. So he suppressed his breathing, forced himself to remain calm, and walked out leisurely.

It seems... they've already disappeared.

Douzi looked around curiously, only to find the little girl walking towards him.

He was utterly shocked: "What are you doing here!"

Although the little girl couldn't understand what he was saying, she seemed to understand his thoughts from his panicked expression and said, "Young man, you've come full circle."

Bean couldn't understand either, but the girl beckoned with her finger.

"Are you... asking me to go with you?"

Douzi gestured with her fingers, indicating that her two legs were swinging back and forth.

Megumi Amamiya nodded, then turned to Eiko and said, "Eiko, I'm going home."

"Oh," another rosy-cheeked little girl responded, raising her hand in greeting.

"Xiaohui, your homework."

Megumi Amamiya took the workbook and reached for the beans with her other hand.

Douzi was taken aback, and instinctively reached out to touch it.

The little girl's hands were soft and smooth.

It's oil.

……

A yellow leaf fell silently.

The wailing sirens of police cars swept through the woods, and the leaves, stirred up by the passing urban management vehicles, swirled and drifted back.

"Stop right there! Don't let me catch you, you bastard!"

The urban management officers had been chasing him for two blocks, shouting that the guy was slippery and his legs were like electric motors, making it impossible for an electric vehicle to catch up.

"Fried eggs, fried eggs, food from District 9."

Yan Wuxun's modified tricycle creaked and groaned, and the loudspeaker kept playing, attracting the attention of passersby.

In the midst of a life-or-death escape, he had no energy to care about such things; he just muttered to himself, "Why is it so hard to pedal today?"

The road was a bit bumpy, and the half-hidden food swayed along the way. Every now and then, some vegetable leaves would fall down, and the loose, golden-yellow pork floss would mix with the flying dust. Occasionally, when the bumps were a bit more severe, eggs would jump out and shatter on the ground.

"Fried eggs, fried eggs, food from District 9."

The only thing that remained unchanged was the horn, faithfully continuing its performance all the way.

"Despicable! Using props!"

The city management officers were furious as they looked at the egg yolks scattered all over the road.

What's that foreigner babbling about in the back?!

Yan Wuxun held the front of the car, made a right-angle turn, and drove into the street.

This turn of events was quite significant. Upon opening his eyes, he saw several urban management vehicles parked there, with several urban management officers holding walkie-talkies and speaking loudly as they were about to grab the keys and start the vehicles.

"Damn it!" (A vulgar expression, similar to "my father died!")

Yan Wuxun cursed loudly. His path ahead was blocked, so he had to brake suddenly and almost crashed into the bushes by the roadside.

He jumped out of the car, and things inside shattered and broke all over the floor with a clattering sound. The sound was heartbreaking.

"what!"

He was furious, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to take action.

The city management officers who rushed over surrounded him completely.

"Hmph!" Yan Wuxun stood proudly, his aura suddenly rising, and even his voice gained some confidence.

"Fried eggs, fried eggs, food from District 9."

He diligently read it aloud through the loudspeaker.

Yan Wuxun coldly said, "Have you ever heard of the Commander of Fates?"

The city management officers were momentarily hesitant because of his appearance and dared not swarm him.

"Someone from out of town?"

They looked at each other.

Yan Wuxun exuded an imposing aura and said, "Today, I'll show you what I'm made of!"

Having said that, he suddenly stepped forward, opened the sealed vegetable basket on the front of the car, his eyes wide open, and shouted, "Boots, your life is at stake!"

The expected meowing from the orange cat did not occur.

A few strands of cat hair were carried out by the swirling airflow, so fine they were almost imperceptible.

The shopping basket was completely empty.

"..."

"Fried eggs, fried eggs, food from District 9."

When the scene was quiet, the horn blared inappropriately.

Yan Wuxun turned his head, revealing a warm smile:

Hey guys, wanna grab some egg pancakes?

Yan Wuxun's "fried egg" was translated directly from the Japanese translation tool "egg pancake" and then translated back into Chinese. In the Japanese translation, it has the feel of a fried egg.

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(End of this chapter)