I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

These guys were obviously not like the delinquents in the school who would yell for mercy after taking a little pain. Instead, they became more and more vicious.

Even if you are knocked down, you will continue to get up.

Should I be said to be a master who needs to clock in on time?

"You bastard!"

The scarred man took out the switchblade from his arms and decided to give the boy some blood tonight.

Wu Ma Xingjin's eyes tightened. Judging from his reaction, he probably wouldn't be hurt. Moreover, he promised Arakawa Kotoyuki that he would not let them catch her.

In this case, Wuma Xingjin leaned forward slightly and stared at the scarred man seriously, as if he was a warrior who would never retreat in the Warring States Period and would never let his lord be captured.

Just when the scarred man was about to pounce on him at the next moment.

Wuma Xingjin turned around and moved his legs without any hesitation.

Just kidding, fighting with bare hands and sharp weapons, no one with any brain would do this kind of behavior.

You give Lu Dayu!

And after holding these Yakuza for such a long time, Arakawa Kotoyuki should have taken a taxi.

Therefore, Wuma Xingjin does not intend to continue to entangle.

Scar Man and other Yakuza also chased after them. Due to their injuries, they were held a long distance away by Wuma Xingjin.

The alleyway is only more than 100 meters, but Arakawa Kotoyuki is running wearing only socks.

In addition, after escaping all the way, there was almost no energy left, and he was about to reach the end.

The streets are very lively, and there are middle-aged social workers who go to the izakaya after get off work.

There are also female high school students taking selfies with their classmates with desserts in their hands.

There are also office workers who complain to their friends that they lose all their living expenses this month to pachinko.

However, all this has nothing to do with the embarrassed eldest lady. No one will pay attention to her. At most, they will glance at her moving curves outlined by the clothes that stick to her body because of the rain.

Arakawa Kotoyuki feels that the world is so far away from her.

Fortunately, there was a taxi very close to me.

"As long as we can get to that place!"

Chapter 4: The vulgar scene can’t happen to me

"Uncle, I'm going to Himeji Izakaya in Hachioji City!"

Arakawa Kotoyuki sat in the back seat and handed the yen to the driver while talking.

The rainwater dripping from his body soon wetted the seat in large areas.

The uncle driver glanced at Arakawa Kotoyuki with an ugly expression on his face.

Just when I was about to curse: You woman!Did you know it would stain my car?

Seeing a few pictures of Fukuzawa Yukichi, his expression immediately changed.

He smiled heartily and said:

"it is good!"

Arakawa Kotoyuki seemed to be in shock, looking outside the car, as if other Yakuza would rush out from somewhere.

"I hope Mr. Wu Ma is okay."

Perhaps sensing the passengers' anxiety, the taxi quickly started moving.

Perhaps finally getting rid of the threat of the Yakuza, Arakawa Kotoyuki relaxed a little, and then said softly as if he noticed something.

"Sorry for the mess in the car."

The uncle driver waved his hand and said it was okay, and he felt less upset because of the apology.

But the next sentence almost didn't raise his blood pressure.

"Uncle, you drive so slowly, can you go faster?"

The driver's face turned red, as if he had been humiliated.

"Hey! I think back then I stepped on a cylinder and exploded on Qiu Ming Mountain! Stop looking down on others!"

As if feeling the mood of an old friend, the engine trembled slightly, and the taxi that was running smoothly swayed for a while, and then it nimbly passed the cars one after another thanks to the skillful skills of the driver.

The scenery outside the car window recedes quickly, and the light and shadow under the neon lights drag out straight lines, like distorted fragments of a nostalgic movie, tearing the girl to pieces with her past destiny.

at the same time.

Wuma Xingjin shook off Ji Dao, and without even having time to wipe the rain off his face, he went to the nearest Shinjuku line and swiped his card to enter the station.

I have to say, I feel like a fool running in the rain. Fortunately, there are other unlucky guys who also got their clothes wet. Wuma Xingjin is not an outlier.

In the end, no one from the embassy came to help.

Come to think of it, it's already time to get off work.

What's more, the embassy is in Miyako District. The distance from Miyako District to Shinjuku is not small, so it won't be possible to get there in a short time.

Since he is wearing a mask, the Yakuza should not know his identity, so there is no problem in taking the train.

Arakawa Kotoyuki arrived earlier than Wuma Hoshijin.

She stood under the eaves to take shelter from the rain, and occasionally a drunk customer would talk to her when they went out.

At this time, Arakawa Kotoyuki assumed an indifferent attitude.

They wrapped their coats to block the sight of these men. There were surveillance cameras on the street. These drunkards were not drunk enough to lose their minds.

The gaze that rested on her breasts and the calves exposed by her skirt was like licking her with a sticky tongue, which made Arakawa Kotoyuki feel cold.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Wuma Xingjin arrived.

He didn't say much and walked over holding an umbrella.

"Wuma-kun, are you injured?"

Arakawa Kotoyuki looked at him worriedly. Wu Ma Xingjin's face was normal. Except for his clothes, which were a little messy, he didn't seem to be injured anywhere.

"Fortunately."

"let's go."

"Um"

There was a dull pain in his back, and he wouldn't scream if he was hurt. The trainee Wuma Xingjin planned to find an opportunity to avoid Arakawa Kotoyuki and apply the medicine.

The two of them were under the same umbrella, and Arakawa Kotoyuki had never been so close to a boy.

Obviously Wuma Jun looks about the same age as himself, which surprisingly makes people feel at ease.

And if you look carefully, Wuma Jun is so handsome that he looks like the protagonist in a comic.

The umbrella was not big, so there would inevitably be contact between the two of them as they moved around. Cold rain dripped down the lower half of Wuma Xingjin's shoulders.

When he was being chased by the Yakuza on the streets of Shinjuku, he didn't think about this. Now because the distance was too close, Arakawa Kotoyuki felt that his face was a little hot.

And when one person faces so many Yakuza, will Wuma-kun be injured?Can't tell if it's blocked by clothes?

Arakawa Kotoyuki was so worried.

Seeing that he was soaked all over, Wuma Xingjin felt that he might catch a cold.

Reaching out and taking off the mask that had soaked up the rainwater on his face, Wuma Xingjin wiped his chin with the back of his hand.

"One month's rent is 5 yen, and the total for half a year is 30 yen."

"Also, I will lend you 3 yen to take a taxi."

"The total is 33 yen."

“Cash and card payments are accepted here.”

Thinking that he paid for the taxi, Arakawa Kotoyuki had no cash on him.

Wu Ma Xingjin continued:

"But now it seems that the only option left is to swipe the card. I don't have a POS machine here. I can borrow it from the boss tomorrow."

Wuma Xingjin was like an emotionless robot, spitting out numbers one after another.

Arakawa Kotoyuki wanted to comfort her but was blocked.

What, I'm obviously so worried about you.

Money is what you ask for, what a nasty guy!

"Hmph! I will definitely not miss you."

Looking at Arakawa Kotoyuki's little face that seemed to be flushed by the cold wind, Wuma Xingjin paused for a moment.

"Where are you going to stay tonight?"

"have no idea......."

"I know there's a hotel nearby where you can go."

"What if the Yakuza comes back again?"

Too

Wuma Xingjin did not consider this.

If I don't wait until tomorrow to get the POS machine to swipe my card, the young lady will be arrested. Not only will I not earn the rent, I will even lose a full 3 yen!

"Can I go to your house?"

"I was scared in the hotel myself."

Arakawa Kotoyuki lowered her head and tugged at the hem of her skirt, her face turning even redder.

The shiny earlobes are so tender that even if you are not a pervert, you will want to taste them.

It seemed that it was a very difficult decision for her to move into a boy's home.

Wuma Xingjin can't guarantee whether the Yakuza will come to his door. Under the current situation, bringing Arakawa Kotoyuki home is a single-choice question.