I became the best friend of the heroine in Love Tour

Chapter 367 Her name
On the Tokyo subway, a young girl's figure is particularly eye-catching.

She still looked like a middle school student, and she was alone without her family. She was very cute and dressed in a fashionable Gothic Lolita outfit, which attracted everyone's attention.

Despite the gazes from people around her, the girl still maintained a childish smile on her face, which made people feel sympathetic towards her.

Of course, in this mixed society.

Some people will also have a strong interest in such a fragile, cute and helpless girl.

"Little sister, are you taking the subway alone? Don't you have any family?" A seemingly kind uncle came over, stood in front of the wheelchair girl and asked.

After he said that, he raised his hand casually and prepared to put it on the other person's shoulder.

Facing the hand extended by the stranger in front of her, the girl showed her white and neat teeth with an innocent face and answered with her twin ponytails swaying slightly.

"Dad, are you playing reasoning games with me again? This will cause misunderstandings. You are always too addicted to such games."

??? What’s going on?
The seemingly kind uncle's face suddenly turned ugly, and his hand stopped in mid-air.

He is a professional. He is scolded by his boss every day. In the end, he kneels down to apologize and kowtows. Then he finds something fun to relieve his stress on the subway after get off work.

Therefore, he is a professional train pervert.

Whether it was an office lady, a female student, or a mature lady, he had measured too many ball diameters with this hand.

Although being identified as a pervert in this country is equivalent to social death.

Not only will you lose your job and be shunned by your family and friends, but the thrill of teetering on the brink of social death is irreplaceable.

Most importantly, most of the people he measures also worry about their own social death.

Although the perverted uncle has indeed experienced several dangerous situations so far, he was lucky enough to get through the crises.

Today, looking at the cute girl sitting in a wheelchair in front of him, his heart beat faster at first sight and his left hand trembled uncontrollably with excitement.

Disabled? Lovely girl, what a wonderful object.

Such children must be extremely lacking in love, and are even more cowardly and inferior, not daring to speak out.

However, from the first sentence the other party said, he seemed to have become the other party's father?

Faced with the gazes from all around, the perverted uncle subconsciously chose to distance himself from them.

"Ah, ahahahaha, little sister, are you kidding me? How could I be your father? Do I look a lot like your father?"

Taking back his hand that was suspended in the air, the perverted uncle scratched his head and said with a smile.

However, the wheelchair girl in front of him tilted her head and said with a smile: "Oh? Has the game started? Well, there's really nothing I can do about you, Dad. Since you want to play, I'll play with you. Do you need me to go to the other side of the car like I usually do and pretend that I don't know you? Okay, I get it."

After saying that, the wheelchair girl carefully controlled the electric wheelchair under her and moved towards the other end of the car.

As for the perverted uncle, he was standing there like an idiot.

The other passengers around him looked at him with even more hurtful eyes than before.

Now, it seemed that everyone was sure that he was the girl's father.

Naturally, no one thought that he was a competent father. A man who pretended not to know his daughter for the sake of a game would not be a competent father.

However, although the perverted uncle was not polite to other people's daughters on the train, he considered himself a good father.

The perverted uncle has a thirteen-year-old son at home, and his son has been very rebellious recently.

Not only did he speak loudly to his mother, he was also rude to his father, who worked wholeheartedly outside to earn money for the family. A few days ago, he was called a "bastard" because he didn't give him enough pocket money.

The pervert uncle thinks that he is a very good person with his own children, and that the reason why his children turned out like this is because his wife, who is a full-time housewife, did not educate them well.

However, the girl in the wheelchair in front of him had a personality almost identical to his son's, both were equally bad.

Children like this need to be properly educated!
Yes, education is necessary.

Otherwise these children won’t understand what they did wrong!
"Oh, sorry, I don't want to play games anymore. Let me take care of you." After saying this, the perverted uncle walked towards the girl at the other end of the car with a smile on his face.

I didn't get any advantage, but I was called dad.

This child must like "Daddy's life" and calls everyone dad.

Then I will cooperate with her. That way I can check her body as a father. Wouldn't that be better?
Anyway, it was her own choice, because she asked me to call her dad.

Even if she called him a pervert later and attracted the conductor, there were so many witnesses around him to prove that he was her father, so nothing would happen.

This is education, education for bad kids.

"Really? Dad you don't want to play anymore? That's great."

Looking at the perverted uncle walking towards her, the girl in the wheelchair smiled happily.

This smile made everyone in the car feel warm.

This girl in front of me is so cute.

"Yes, yes, come here, let daddy fix your collar. It's messy. It's late at night. How can you not keep warm? Girls should pay attention to their image."

The perverted uncle's breathing became heavy and he reached out to the girl in front of him again.

This time he still failed to touch the other person, and the girl directly grabbed his hands.

"Thank you, Dad. I know you are the best to me."

The other passengers' eyes became gentle, looking at the "father and daughter" as if they were watching a healing movie.

However, the girl had not yet finished her words.

Holding the hand of the idiot uncle, the twin-tailed girl sitting in the wheelchair slowly lowered her hand and showed an evil and crazy smile from an angle that only the uncle could see.

"Dad, can you help me change my sanitary napkin? Don't you like to change my sanitary napkin the most at home? I can't move around easily, so you change it for me every day, right?"

"I was born because of my father, so my body is also my father's."

"What's wrong? Dad, why are you sweating so much? Come, let me wipe your sweat off. Why do you look so ugly? Are you in a bad mood?"

When everyone was caught off guard and their brains were still unable to react.

The original healing scene suddenly turned into a family ethics plot? What's more terrifying is that what was taken out of the wheelchair girl's bag was a bloody towel.

At this moment, she was wiping the face of the perverted uncle in front of her with a towel, talking as she wiped.

"Dad, the one on this towel is our child. How is it? Are you a little happier? Do you feel the breath of our child? How is it? Are you a little happier?"

In just a blink of an eye, the perverted uncle's face was covered with blood.

A disgusting smell emanated from his face and the towel in the girl's hand, and the lights of the tram suddenly flashed a few times at the right time.

After a few seconds of dead silence, screams of fear were finally heard in the carriage, and someone was vomiting.

The one who screamed the loudest was undoubtedly the uncle in front of the wheelchair girl.

Because when everyone else was confused, the girl had a stapler in her hand.

With a few "clicks", the stapler pierced his fingers, and even when he opened his mouth, the stapler in the hand of the seemingly harmless girl reached into his mouth.

A sharp pain came from his tongue, and blood immediately gushed out from the tip of his tongue pierced by the stapler, filling the uncle's mouth with blood.

Coincidentally, the subway car opened at this time.

A group of people desperately ran out of the subway station. The perverted uncle looked at the "fragile" girl in front of him with extreme fear, then he crawled out with his crotch wet and his mouth full of blood.

Looking at the panicked crowd in front of her and the empty carriage, the wheelchair girl smiled as lovely as before.

She opened her bag, revealing squashed strawberries and natto.

"Only my brother can touch my body. If it's not my brother, I'll be angry."

Naturally, no one responded to the girl at this time.

Before anyone called the police, she started her electric wheelchair and drove towards the subway station entrance at a speed no slower than her legs.

When the girl left the subway station, she could see the white breath she exhaled.

In late October in Tokyo, the nights were already starting to get quite cold.

Facing such a busy and noisy street, the figure of the girl in the wheelchair with twin ponytails seemed out of place.

But she didn't care and just headed in the familiar direction as she remembered in her mind.

However, it was almost three years ago since she last came to Tokyo.

Even though the wheelchair girl had a good memory, three years of living in the countryside made her dazzled by the lights of the bustling city in front of her.

Soon, her wheelchair got stuck at the entrance of a small alley on a street.

A can that had been crushed and thrown everywhere got stuck in the wheel of an electric wheelchair. The sudden jam almost caused the girl in the wheelchair to fall to the ground.

The girl with twin ponytails in the wheelchair increased the horsepower again to try to get the crushed can out of the wheel, but to no avail. She bent down and tried to pull out the stuck can with her hands, but her hands couldn't reach it.

Just as the girl in the wheelchair was thinking of a solution, a burst of laughter came from the front.

In the shadows, a group of idle young men walked out slowly, holding the same cans in their hands.

"Hahahaha, did you see that? This guy is actually stuck here, hahahahahahahahaha!"

"Hey! Little girl, can't you get down from the wheelchair and take out the can by yourself?"

"That's right, of course you can't reach it when you're sitting in a wheelchair!"

"Silly, don't you see? She can't get down by herself!"

"Hahahahaha, that's right! She's a disabled person, she can't get up here by herself!"

"..."

It was obvious at first glance that these guys in front of me were bad people. I couldn't count on them for help at all. Even the fact that the wheels were stuck was probably due to them.

The girl with twin ponytails sat there, looking at the group of guys in front of her.

When the passers-by saw this, they just quickened their pace and left. No one wanted to get into trouble because of a little love.

"Hey, stop making trouble. We have just been released. Don't cause any trouble."

There was only one boy who didn't look too bad and stopped his companion.

However, among a group of Shabi, a slightly smarter person will naturally get attention.

"Don't be so boring, Osawa-kun."

"What? Are you still blaming us for provoking those guys? But didn't those guys steal your girlfriend? We are venting our anger for you."

"That's right, it's because of you that we were arrested."

"You won't turn your back on me now, will you?"

"This is also your fault! Why don't you pay the rent properly? We are all broke now, and we don't even have anywhere to go. We can only stay here to have fun. Are you going to deprive us of our little fun? Huh?"

"..."

Facing the condemnation from his companions around him, Mr. Ozawa slowly lowered his head and said nothing more.

Seeing that he had behaved himself, these hooligans looked at the wheelchair girl in front of them with a smile again.

They were walking in a messy pace, and from the beer in their hands and the snack crumbs on their bodies, it could be seen that these guys were celebrating in this corner.

Squatting on the street and eating and drinking is in line with the identity of these hooligans.

"My dear brothers, do you want to help me? Thank you so much."

The girl said gently, with a very cute smile on her face.

This trick used to be very effective on the subway.

However, the person standing in front of her at this moment was not someone else, but a group of wicked things.

"Help you? Hey, hey, we're going to help you fly to the trash can over there!"

"Come on! Let's help her! Help her dump it in the trash can over there!"

"Hahahaha, that's a good idea!"

"We can play with this wheelchair, too!"

"Hurry, hurry, let's move this guy together!"

"..."

Bullying the disabled is nothing new. This group of hooligans often bully homeless people living in tents.

They didn't care whether the girl in front of them was cute or not, they just wanted to have some fun.

So a group of people walked to the girl's side, grabbed the wheelchair under the girl and tried to lift it up.

"Ah! What are you doing! Let go! Stop!"

The girl in the wheelchair screamed in panic, her voice spreading in the noisy street.

Although some people were standing in the distance holding up their mobile phones, they were just taking photos or recording videos, not making calls.

Most people were indifferent and left the place quickly.

"Wow! This girl smells a bit, and the clothes she's wearing are so tacky, is she from the countryside?"

"Hahahahaha, you're coming to Tokyo? Then we'll give you a good welcome!"

"Hey! Let's go!"

Amid the cheers of the gangsters, the wheelchair in which the girl was sitting was lifted up.

A group of idle hooligans carried the girl and her wheelchair into the alley where the trash can was as if they were carrying a festive sedan.

At this time, Daze, who had stood up to stop them earlier, stood in front of several people again.

"You better forget it! Don't do this. If you cause trouble again, you won't just be locked up for two months."

Holding down the lifted wheelchair, Ozawa put the girl and the wheelchair back on the ground and said while looking at his companions in front of him.

"I don't want to go in there again, and I don't want to beg my family anymore."

"Put her down quickly, or I won't get you out next time."

"Also, I will not lend you my money anymore, and I will not call home anymore."

The atmosphere was interrupted, and the faces of the gangsters immediately turned ugly.

They glared at their companion in front of them, feeling humiliated.

Soon, someone started to make trouble.

"You guy, don't think you are still the head of the baseball club...Ahhhhh!" The one who made the attack was not this idiot.

Instead, it was the girl who was shivering in the wheelchair just now, now holding a utility knife in her hand and cutting open the sleeve of the gangster.

The gangster with a cut on his arm had his clothes dyed red immediately. Fortunately, he was wearing a lot of clothes, otherwise the wound would have been even more horrific.

But regardless of the bastard's wailing, the girl in the wheelchair swung the utility knife around herself.

All the thugs standing around her had their clothes and skin cut by the utility knife.

The only thing he did was to let go of this huge swamp in front of him.

"It hurts! Aaaaaaaah! I'm bleeding!"

"Quick! Call an ambulance!"

"Mommy mommy!"

"..."

Looking at his companions lying on the ground and screaming, Ozawa's mind went blank. Then he saw the wheelchair girl in front of him slowly throwing away the utility knife wrapped in a handkerchief in her hand.

Then, she looked at the big lake in front of her with her eyes that sparkled even in the dark alley.

A voice that was even colder than before came out from this cute little mouth.

"Can you take me to someone? I can't remember the way very well."

Looking at the girl in front of him who was staring at him, and his companions who had fallen to the ground around him, Ozawa was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted.

"Are you crazy? You actually used a knife?" Ozawa didn't quite understand the girl's train of thought.

The girl in the wheelchair said slowly, "If I, a girl, don't learn to protect myself outside, wouldn't I have been captured and used as a breeding ground?"

This is true.

But girls who take action without saying a word are rare even in Ozawa, a gangster.

He really couldn't imagine that such a cute and weak-looking girl in front of him could be so decisive and cruel. Even Nagase Kumari, who would pin him to the ground and beat him up, couldn't do that.

"You, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?" Daze swallowed.

Looking at the police car and the uncles in hats that suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley, he inexplicably felt a sense of security.

"What am I afraid of? Do you think people will believe me? Or these guys?" Under the flashing police lights, the smile on the girl's face was as bright as a delicate flower.

(End of this chapter)