Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 13 Female Teacher

As night falls, the city lights shine brightly.

The streets of Shibuya are the busiest places in the world. According to statistics, an estimated 3,000 people pass by every minute. That is to say, if you stand here for ten minutes, you may pass by 30,000 people.

And among these people, perhaps there is one who will accompany you for the rest of your life.

However, Kitahara is not here to fall in love. The life counterattack system is a passive skill that will be triggered on fixed people.

It can also become active.

Just like just now.

After standing at the Shibuya intersection for a few minutes, Kitahara received several system notifications, including but not limited to:
[A legislator who was in power but then removed from office due to corruption needs financial help - the reward is financial proficiency]

[A widow whose husband has passed away and inherited a large fortune, but is missed by many relatives, needs to become her husband - Reward: Charm +3]

A mother with cancer and underage children pledges to care for her children. Reward: Minor Medical Achievement.

All beings are suffering.

Some people cannot escape the bad consequences, while others are destined to suffer and cannot be stopped.

Kitahara wanted to help.

But he didn't have that ability. There were simply too many people, and five or six tasks popped up every minute.
Even if he ran over and told them that there would be a great disaster in twenty years, these people would most likely think Beiyuan was a lunatic.

Or think of it as a pyramid scheme.

So he gave up the desire to help others, looked around, and finally chose one that was within his ability.

A young lady lost her necklace. Kitahara found it and notified the police, who were waiting for her here.

The rewards are simple.

A bracelet made of pure gold, estimated at 200,000 yen.

You can sell it at a gold shop or the black market, where the price is higher.

But Beiyuan is not greedy, two hundred thousand is enough.

Of course, it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that he got the reward he wanted.

【Ding--】

At the age of thirty-five, you run into your former homeroom teacher. She looks haggard. After a brief conversation, you learn that twenty years ago, she experienced a tragic event that has ruined her life and emotions ever since.

You decide to help her.

[Mission: Teach the scumbag a lesson]

[Reward: Chinese Language Proficiency]

Chinese, one of the three main subjects, has always been a major area for scoring points. Beiyuan is not weak, but it is not the best either.

If I can get this award, I will have more time to spend on other subjects.

Kitahara came back to his senses.

The most urgent thing is to find the teacher first.

He looked up. It was raining on the street. The streetlights reflected the rain, and colorful lights fell on the ground and covered the endless sea of people, spreading up along the horizon.

The former class teacher.

Where are you now?
Clearwater Bar.

Soft jazz music lingered quietly in the bar, and the dim light fell on the faces of men and women, mysterious and ambiguous. During the music, men and women clinked glasses with smiles, without any noise.

This is a quiet bar, suitable for girls to have a drink, it is very romantic.

Sayuri Sato would come over for a few drinks after get off work, and after getting a little tipsy, she would take the tram home.

Clear liquid was poured into the glass, and it sparkled quietly under the light.

The sake in this shop is of good quality and has a delicate taste. Sayuri Sato likes to drink it while listening to jazz music. The only drawback is that it has a strong aftertaste and you will pass out if you are not careful.

But it's okay if you drink less.

time.

Sayuri Sato glanced at her phone. It was now nine forty-five in the evening. She would go back in ten minutes. Two, no, three drinks would be enough. With her alcohol tolerance, it should be no problem.

Second cup.

My stomach started to feel warm, my whole body seemed to be wrapped in a warm current, and my brain felt dizzy.

She decided to take a break and look at the street view outside the window. This was Shibuya, the largest intersection in the world. The night view was undoubtedly the most beautiful, with bright lights and a patter of rain. It felt like a dream.

Handsome men and beautiful women walk through the streets, arm in arm, and are so affectionate. I am so envious.

Sayuri Sato longs for love, but her conditions do not allow it.

Suddenly, she noticed a boy standing on the street corner, quietly waiting for something.

Sayuri Sato was naturally drawn to his face, which seemed to have a unique charm. She recalled many things: when she was in junior high school, a very handsome boy had smiled and handed her a thousand paper cranes.
But she was very fat and poor at that time, so she could only hide her love deep in her heart. Until the day of graduation, she saw with her own eyes that the boy was dating a girl who was dressed like a princess.

What a painful memory.

Sayuri Sakura shook her wine glass, and when she saw the boy turned around, she subconsciously frowned.

This dress.
A student of Peking University?
Isn't this someone from our school?

What are you doing here instead of going home in the middle of the night?

Half sober, Sato Sayuri squinted her eyes and observed him. He was very young, indeed a high school student, and she began to feel unhappy.

She is a teacher and also a class teacher.

It was very upsetting to see this scene.

"Asshole kid."

Sato Sayuri muttered something but said nothing.

Boys of this age group probably just finished watching a movie or playing video games - there is a video game arcade nearby, and he must have finished playing with his friends and was planning to go home.

"The light is green, why don't you get out of here now?"

Shibuya is not a nice place.

Sayuri Sato knew very well how much darkness was hidden beneath the glamour and beauty. She felt unhappy when she saw someone dressed as a student appear here.

These snotty little brats think they can attract women's attention by dressing up nicely
I didn't even know I was sold.

"guest."

The waiter came over and called out in a low voice.

When Sayuri Sato came to her senses, she noticed that her face looked so fierce that the handsome guy at the next table had been scared away long ago.

"sorry!"

"I'll pay attention."

Sayuri Sato calmed down. This bar was nice, and she didn't want to be blacklisted here.

Come to your senses.

The boy seemed to be about to leave. Sato Sayuri's expression relaxed a little and she shook the cup in her hand.

Until a woman walked up to him.

"What are you doing?"

Sayuri Sato complained.

She was a well-maintained woman, in her thirties or forties, with an excellent temperament. She was carrying a Gucci bag and had branded earrings. Although she had some wrinkles and it was obvious that she was not young, she still had the charm of her youth.

The boy stopped and said something to her.

Then she pulled out a large wad of bills.

"Asshole, this is illegal!" Sato Sayuri slammed the table, unable to sit still any longer. She rushed out of the bar and grabbed the boy's hand: "Asshole kid, get out here!"

"Ok?"

Beiyuan turned around and looked at the angry crazy woman in front of him who reeked of alcohol, with some doubt in his eyes.

This woman.
Why curse for no reason?
"What I just said." The lady smiled.

"Get out of here! This is my man, fuck you!"

Sato Sayuri raised her middle finger at her and dragged Kitahara away.

"Wait a moment."

"Come here!"

Beiyuan wanted to resist, but when he saw the system prompt sound, he was stunned and silently released his strength, letting her pull him.

(End of this chapter)