Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 2 There's something wrong with this reward

The tram swayed and roared from time to time.

Kitahara walked around in the carriage, looking a little depressed. Where was the pervert? This system was indeed unreliable. The task of a 35-year-old could be given to the 16-year-old self.

He walked through several carriages and confirmed that there was no train wolf incident, so he had to temporarily give up the idea of completing the mission.

Think about it from another perspective.

Although there is no reward, fortunately I know that as long as I am cautious and don't do anything out of the ordinary, I can avoid a tragic future.

How could the golden finger be such an inconvenient thing?

As Kitahara was thinking this, he suddenly glanced and saw a familiar figure in the corner of the carriage. A girl, who seemed to be someone he knew, was surrounded by several drunks.

Although there was no physical contact and it didn't seem crowded, he seemed quite uncomfortable and didn't dare to speak. Or was there another reason?

Go over and take a look.

Akane Takagi hid in the shadows, her hair pressing down on her forehead, looking around cautiously and timidly.

It was late now, and there were drunk people all around. She was a little worried and wanted to leave, but she was afraid of bumping into others.

A little scared.
You won’t meet a pervert, will you?
Gao Mu looked at the two men next to him and felt a little nervous.

As if noticing her gaze, a middle-aged man in a suit silently turned his head away but did not leave.

In the corner of my eye, I see a pair of white and slender legs. They are very beautiful, worthy of being called the "Legs for the Year" series.

These legs are the best legs. If I could touch them, I think they would be very smooth and soft.
The middle-aged man had the desire but not the courage to do so, so he only dared to approach symbolically. After all, there were so many people on the tram, and if his hand accidentally rubbed against her, it would be normal to call it an accident.
These thoughts continued until Kitahara arrived.

"Why are you still as stupid as before?" He leaned over to take a look and said casually.

"You are stupid!"

Akane Takagi looked at the figure in front of her and pouted in grievance.

Know him?
The middle-aged man subconsciously shifted his position to make way for Kitahara. He didn't hesitate and squeezed in, pushing the man in a suit away. The two men glared at Kitahara.

The latter turned around and asked: "What's the matter?"

"This is our place."

"Oh, it's mine now. Any objections?" Kitahara asked back.

"you"

The two middle-aged men were driven away by Beiyuan, looking unwilling but helpless.

High school boys are at the peak of their physical strength. If you really want to conflict with him, you will be the one who is in trouble.

This guy is cheap.

The two thought silently.

Then Akane Takagi was surrounded by Kitahara and trapped in a corner.

Kitahara came face to face with Akane Takagi and looked at her closely.

The girl had long, soft, straight hair, which was very beautiful and was tied into a single ponytail with an elastic band.

Looking down, there is a graceful oval face, and breasts that are sprouting like bamboo shoots in spring, giving a feeling of a lotus just beginning to show its tip. She is a beauty, and has not yet fully grown, but the outline of her shape is already showing.

If you dress it up, it would look good.

The two knew each other and were classmates in junior high school.

Kitahara fell into memories.

Akane Takagi is a girl who is too embarrassed to even borrow an eraser. She is shy and immature, and there is an excessive sense of distance between you and her during conversations. You need to be careful with your words when talking to her, and the relationship needs to be adjusted bit by bit like gears.

If you accidentally tell some dirty jokes, her face will turn red and she will say embarrassedly that she is angry. She is like a hedgehog, whose belly is soft but her quills will show when she is stressed.

Later, when he became mature, he turned into a big hedgehog, speaking softly to others and punching Beiyuan hard.

—A physical punch.

The two stared at each other for a while, the atmosphere was a little awkward, and Kitahara felt that perhaps he should say something.

"I haven't seen you for so long, have you gained weight?"

"You're killing me! I've been watching my diet during the holidays, how can I be fat?"

Takagi Akane was a little angry and wanted to punch him, but when she saw Kitahara looking at her seriously, her voice became lower and lower, and in the end she became a little unconfident.

Are you really fat?

She looked up at Kitahara, decided not to talk about this sad topic, and asked curiously, "Why aren't you going home so late?"

"What are you doing? Checking the household registration?"

"I'm just asking, why are you so fierce?" Takagi muttered.

"What about you? Why are you going back so late?" Kitahara asked.

Because they were so close, if she looked up, she would feel like she was looking into each other's eyes, so Takagi Akane lowered her head and drew circles on the ground with her left foot: "Since our new home is relatively close, I just brought some midnight snacks for my mother who works the night shift."

What a filial daughter.

And he actually has a house in Bunkyo Ward.

Kitahara felt a little sad when he thought about how he had to sell his old house in Bunkyo Ward and pay off the mortgage for twenty years in order to buy a house in the future.

Takagi Akane glanced at his clothes and saw that they were from the same school. She whispered, "You also study in this school."

"Oh? You are also from Beidafeng? How come I haven't seen him before?" Beiyuan was stunned.

He has been in school for a year and has never met Akane Takagi once.

"I don't often go out after class. I saw you a few times and thought you looked familiar, so I wanted to say hello, but you didn't notice me, so we missed each other."

At this point, Takagi was a little angry and wanted to punch Kitahara, but he held back: "In the new semester, we will be in the same class. I saw your name on the bulletin board."

Kitahara didn't pay attention to this. After asking which class it was, he casually said:
"Are you paying so much attention to me?"

Takagi Akane was stunned for a moment, her face slightly red. "Don't get me wrong, I'm just worried about not being able to make new friends. The girls I met in freshman year all went to other classes, and I'm not very brave to talk to them. I heard that no one in the new class would like me. I feel much more at ease with you around."

She stammered and saw Beiyuan laugh. Her face suddenly turned redder and she couldn't help pouting: "Why are you laughing so disgustingly? I didn't say anything weird."

"I didn't laugh"

After that, both of them fell silent. Takagi didn't know what to talk about, while Kitahara was still thinking about his mission.

He felt very uncomfortable seeing the golden mountain in front of him but unable to move.

He decided to ask Akane Takagi for some information: "By the way, on your way back, did you see a beautiful girl being harassed by a drunk man?"

"Are there really such people?" Takagi blinked in confusion and looked around. There were not many people in the carriage so late at night. Besides her, it seemed that the only other girls present were a few office workers.

It's beautiful, but it doesn't meet this standard.
However, speaking of being beautiful, I was harassed again.

Probably only
Gao Mu blinked and said nothing.

Does he think I'm beautiful?
"Nevermind."

Seeing that Takagi didn't say anything, Kitahara didn't hold out any hope either. After all, if he calculated carefully, this would only happen in more than ten years.

But the next second a prompt sound popped up.

【mission completed】

【A random draw can be conducted.】

Ok?
Wait a minute. Mission accomplished?
That is
By accident, he saved the publishing house's ace cartoonist.

Kitahara narrowed his eyes and stared at Gaomu for a long time, looking her face lower and lower, then asked faintly: "Do you usually draw?"

“I draw a little bit occasionally.”

"So you want to be a cartoonist?"

"No, my mother said I want to be a doctor in the future." Takagi shook his head.

No need to guess, it's her.

Kitahara's eyes became more enthusiastic. "Ace cartoonist" sounds very powerful. The industry is in a downturn now. As long as a phenomenal comic book appears, the income will be at least hundreds of millions of yen.

If you sell the copyright, you can make some money. If you establish a good relationship with this classmate in advance, you can say that you will have no worries in the future.

I have to become close friends with Takagi-san before she wakes up!
Akane Takagi noticed his gaze and felt a little uneasy. Although she escaped from the harassment, she seemed to have fallen into another kind of harassment.

His eyes look weird.
The tram stopped suddenly, and a strong push on the back followed. Kitahara went with the flow, leaning forward with the crowd, and pressed his hand subconsciously.

A bit soft.

Fortunately it was a leg, otherwise Takagi would have elbowed him.

He looked down and saw Gao Mu's face was red. She pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "Did you touch my leg just now?"

"Really? Then I'll let you touch it back." Beiyuan was very frank.

Equivalent exchange, this is the essence of alchemy.

In fact, it means having a clear conscience.

After all, it was just an accident, and Kitahara didn't mean to touch her, so just be frank and say it.

Reality is not anime, no woman would get mad over such things.

"Who wants to touch your legs?"

Akane Takagi muttered and closed her mouth, but her beautiful peach blossom eyes were lowered, and she glanced around from time to time.

She knew Beiyuan and knew he was not a bad person. Although he was a bit mean and had a bad heart, he was still a decent person. It was probably not intentional.
He touched her as he pleased, and she didn't care if he was scolded for being thick-skinned. She had no choice, but she would not allow anyone else to do that again.

Kitahara didn't care how tortuous Takagi's mental journey was. He was focusing all his attention on the system lottery. A large disc appeared on the light blue screen. He scanned it carefully and found many celebrities.

Van Gogh, Monet, Da Vinci, Picasso.
He has a chance to win a prize.

Personally, Kitahara prefers Monet.

He liked Monet's famous work "Water Lilies", but everyone present was a master, so he could choose any one of them. Anyway, as long as he had that kind of ability, he would never have to worry about food and clothing in his life, and his vicious ex-wife would slap him in the face in minutes.

"lottery."

As soon as the words fell, the disc began to rotate and soon stopped at an introduction.

[You have acquired master-level speaking ability]

"?"

"What kind of painter can give a fucking speech?"

Kitahara rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, and saw a small mustache reflected in his eyes.

Fuck, Xier.

(End of this chapter)