Tokyo host

Chapter 434
"Boom." Futaba Makoto didn't say anything, but another ball of paper flew over and hit him on the head again with precision—Xiaojima Shoko in his arms tilted his head, as if he heard something. ask,

"Senior, what's wrong?"

Futaba Makoto twitched the corner of his mouth, then glanced at the bushes.

I saw the yellow mouse holding a slingshot, and was still aiming towards itself, and the fluorescent sign it held in its hand at the beginning was inserted behind its back, and a Pikachu doll was carrying a fluorescent sign on its back. Drawing board, Makoto Futaba didn't even know how to make complaints about it.

"It's okay." Makoto Futaba said to Shoko Kojima, and then thought about whether it would be better to gather with Kaoru Suzuki first.

Just as he was thinking this way, several balls of paper flew over his head, hitting the back of his head with incomparable precision.

"?"

Makoto Futaba turned around and found that Gong Baiyu was carrying a fireworks canister, stuffed with balls of paper, and even Pikachu's doll was equipped with a pair of sunglasses.

"Why is there a bazooka, don't make such a strange invention, hey, do you think it's super variable?!" Futaba Makoto complained frantically in his heart, seeing that this guy was so obsessed with Kojima Shoko, he could only sigh took a breath,

"Let's go, Kojima, I'll walk with you."

"Okay." Shoko Kojima smiled with a blushing face, "But senior, name..."

Futaba Makoto smiled slightly, "Let's go, Xiangzi."

"Ok!"

Shoko Kojima is relatively petite, walking beside Makoto Futaba, she looks like a delicate porcelain doll, Makoto Futaba naturally can't resist going to the summer festival with a sweet and soft girl, the premise is- —

Futaba Makoto glanced behind him with a speechless look, it was a wobbly Pikachu doll.

Although hiding in the crowd.

But it doesn't work to hide yourself at all, okay?

Well, let's gather together after playing with them.

"Omm—" the phone rang, and Makoto Futaba glanced down, and found that it was a line message from Yu You.

[(*ω) Hold her hand quickly, do you want me to teach you? 】

Shuangye Cheng: "..."

You don't really want to buy that ten-person bed, do you? !

But he still stretched out his hand obediently, and held Shoko Kojima's hand. The soft touch of the small hand was transmitted from the palm, and Shoko Kojima was subconsciously startled.

But she didn't speak, but slowly stretched her palms in Makoto Futaba's palms, and finally interlocked her fingers.

Kojima Shoko lowered his head, looking at his toes shyly.

The phone vibrated again.

Futaba Makoto glanced at it.

[(ω) Pull it to the grove, it can already be done! 】

What the hell kind of progress is this? !Did you press and hold the space in Little Butter to skip all the plots? !

Typing with one hand, I replied, [If you continue to make trouble, you will not be allowed to enter the room during this time]
Maybe it's because the lethality of these words is transcendent. When Shuangye Cheng turned around, Gong Baiyuyou was no longer there. After all, she was going for a group of people. If she was not allowed to participate, it would probably be worse than death .

Finally, it was possible to calm down a bit.

Futaba Makoto sighed,
"Senior, it seems that you can catch goldfish there." Shoko Kojima pointed to the front, then took his hand and walked over there.

The so-called goldfish fishing is actually fishing fish in a pool with a paper net. Generally speaking, goldfish fishing can be exchanged for prizes according to the number of fish caught, or the goldfish caught can be taken away separately.

Seeing Kojima Shoko's excited appearance, Futaba Makoto followed.

"Boss, I want to fish." Shoko Kojima said.

"A net is 300 yen." The boss smiled and handed over a paper net. It was a round design with a long handle, and the round shape was pasted with paper for catching fish.

Kojima Shoko looked at the paper net in his hand, and then said, "Boss, you are so thin. I have never seen such a thin net at other temple fairs, and it is not as expensive as made of gold."

"Little girl, these are the prices for bulk purchases. There are no goldfish fishing stalls on the whole street. You think it's expensive, but I think it's too expensive." The boss said.

Shoko Kojima thought about it, and had no choice but to pay.

Futaba Makoto looked at this scene with great interest. As a book artist and a very popular artist, she shouldn't care so much about the hundreds of yen, not to mention that she no longer needs to help her father pay off the debt.

Probably because Shoko Kojima has a very thrifty personality, not the kind of girl who spends money and loves to be extravagant.

However, Shoko Kojima tried several times without success, and she seemed a little frustrated when the paper net broke a few times.

"It's almost a success, why don't you buy another one?" The boss said with a smile, his squinting eyes looked a bit like a profiteer.

Shoko Kojima glanced at the goldfish that was spitting bubbles and wagging its tail in the pool, and it seemed that she really wanted one—but she thought about it, and shook her head, "Forget it."

"No more?"

"Well, no more." Shoko Kojima pulled Futaba Makoto's sleeve and stood up.

"Little girl, buy another one, it will definitely work." The boss said.

Futaba Makoto also smiled at this time and said, "Shall I help you?"

Kojima Shoko hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head.

After pulling Makoto Futaba aside, Shoko Kojima said, "Senior, there should be something wrong with that paper net."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I noticed that the boss has two kinds of paper nets." Shoko Kojima roughly gestured, "It should be thin for customers to use, or two kinds of paper nets for customers alternately to maintain profits."

Makoto Futaba touched his chin after hearing the words, "However, I think you seem to want it very much."

Kojima Shoko just stuck out her tongue cutely.

Futaba Makoto took out his cell phone and made a call.

After a while, Makoto Futaba put down his phone, and Shoko Kojima beside him asked strangely, "Senior, what did you just say?"

Makoto Futaba smiled, "I told the uncle who was in charge of the summer festival booth here, and asked him to take a look at the situation at the booth just now."

Shoko Kojima was stunned for a moment, as if surprised: "What, it sounds so powerful."

"No, it's because of the efforts of every uncle and aunt that Meilin Street can be liked by so many customers." Makoto Futaba stretched out his finger and pointed to the stalls he knew. Every uncle and aunt showed kindness. smile,
"Every product contains its own intentions. How can we let those renting booths from outside ruin the reputation of our Merlin Street?"

With that said, Futaba Cheng walked to a booth, greeted the people inside, and came back with two hot things after a while.

"Give."

After Shoko Kojima took it, he took a look, "Taiyaki?"

It is a snack in the shape of a fish with fillings.

"Although no real fish was caught, this kind of edible fish is not bad, right?" Makoto Futaba took a bite and said with a smile.

Shoko Kojima looked at the fish in his hand, then glanced at Makoto Futaba beside him, and then took a light bite - the sweetness of the red bean paste seemed to be so sweet and delicious, it made the whole body warm Complacent.

A faint blush appeared on her little face, she nodded,
"Ah."

(End of this chapter)