Another string reel from Bandoli

He said this in a rather annoyed tone. He loosened his fingers, and the remaining bones fell heavily to the ground, splashing a layer of dust into the trash can.

At the bottom, the dust lingered for a long time.

"You're obviously a hard worker. You like to play with those dangerous toys at school, right? Mocha would like to ask in advance, how many times has Kasumi-chan got this?" Aoba Mocha was not surprised at all, but just asked back.

"5 栮零尔頸山涔 ...

"Oh, the number has increased compared to last time... For example?" Qingye Moka was not surprised by the number at all. She was curious about the specific cases.

"She played with my sonic screwdriver while I was sleeping, and unconsciously changed the Dow Jones Industrial Average on TV, wiping out half of Japan's entire financial stock market database with a single click. If I hadn't been woken by the strange noise and the terminal's emergency command, which managed to hide it from most stockholders and stop those innocent people from jumping, there wouldn't have been any mass collapse."

"But if I had woken up two minutes later, the TV station would have broadcast IV Zero Saki 2 Ersi Temple. Yifang, and the newly appointed Prime Minister Yamagami would have been unable to stop the high-altitude landing on the spot."

The terminal's intelligent prediction arranged a call from the deceased for the Prime Minister, but the call from his sister had the opposite effect.

The surveillance screen in the preparation room was switched to a TV station under blue light, boringly broadcasting the news that a certain food group finally couldn't withstand the pressure after five rounds of business war and was reduced to a production base for meal kits.

——Xianjuan, the culprit who was very good at ruining other people's lives, was not interested in this. The show switched to Tokyo TV, which continued to broadcast the rerun of "Food Prisoner".

Xianjuan Gan was complaining about Toyama Kasumi messing with his scientific research tools, but he himself was fiddling with the sonic screwdriver and pointing it at the big screen in the preparation room, switching it to an animation.

"Oh, so it turns out that the 'mysterious missing blank 24 minutes' incident last year was done by Kasumi. The Earth is still able to survive until now! This is amazing, world!" Aoba Mocha clapped his hands with greasy hands.

"Your Lan is not an easy person to deal with either. If I had come back two minutes later when she stole my dark matter concentrate, you would have only Lan-chan left. That base ingredient is the Pairo I made... Forget it, you won't understand what I'm saying." Xianjuan Gan looked like he had a headache.

"If something goes wrong and we meet again for the next two years, Afterglow will just be a clone of Mizukuri, playing guitar in her place. I didn't have the ability to resurrect the recently deceased."

"So this has happened before, Lan. You are so careless." Aoba Moka heard the news that her best friend was almost dead, but she was not panicked at all.

After all, she knew that the peer in front of her, who was like a child and had not grown up, would definitely not be willing to let any innocent person die in front of him because of him.

He didn't want to experience that feeling again.

"Are you really not going to consider Lan? Don't look at Lan like that, she is very delicious. But this is Little Mocha's first choice bento." Aoba Mocha said in a very suspicious salesman's tone.

"...Mocha, you should be more normal. Your smile looks weird." Xian Juangan felt uncomfortable all over and couldn't help but shiver.

"...So what about me, little Mocha?" Mocha flirtatiously leaned in close to Xianjuan, face to face. Like a wall-dong, she leaned in close.

The distance between the two was so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

A girl with short gray hair and a lazy smile, wearing a convenience store uniform, is showing herself in the convenience store lounge.

Acting as if ready for you to pick.

If it was a low-level young chef, he would probably be defeated here. Take the initiative to go mouth to mouth.

But the 15-year-old, whose heart barrier was as heavy as Aine's steel plate, simply smacked his lips and stepped back in disdain, creating some distance.

"Mocha, your mouth is full of oil, it's almost dripping."

"That's too much, liver sauce." Aoba Mocha pretended to cry and sniffed in a pretentious manner.

"We are friends, so forget it. Don't do this to others. Be a little reserved." Xian Juangan wiped his mouth with a paper in anger, causing Qingye Mo to smile evilly and scratch him with his hands full of oil.

"Stop it, this white coat was just washed yesterday."

"It doesn't matter if it rains, you still have to wash it."

The two men started fighting and smeared oil on each other.

Yeah, just friends...

Information can now be released

Aoba Mocha → String Roll Liver Raider Favorability

Fourth grade → 100 (Friendliness) fully upgraded!

Fifth grade → 100 (bad friends) maxed out!

First year of junior high school → 13 (Love) New!

Junior high school grade 3 → 100 (bad friends) -

First year of high school → 100 (bad friends) -

Recently, Aoba Mocha has become obsessed with small, thin notebooks that can be used for sleeping.

Chapter 27 Chapter 27 The Prelude to the Demon God's Appearance and Childhood in the Shopping Street

When the man and woman, disheveled and having urgently washed their clothes, came out of the locked preparation room.

Anyone would probably misunderstand this.

Although her mind was still full of worries about her current situation, Lisa Imai still looked at the man and woman who had obviously just come out of intense exercise with a smile.

"This is a complete misunderstanding, Mocha, explain it to your convenience store partner." Xianjuan elbowed Aoba Mocha beside him.

"What's the matter? Lisa-san is shy about not talking nonsense." Aoba Moka covered her mouth with her index finger and looked at Xianjuan Gan.

"It doesn't matter if you're happy with it, nothing happened anyway." Xian Juangan stretched out the last syllable and imitated Aoba Moka's speech. He opened his hands with an indifferent look on his face, palms facing outwards, and the sonic screwdriver rolled down from his sleeves and was pinched by the handle.

"Okay, okay, little Mocha, I'll go and explain to the shy liver sauce." Aoba Mocha couldn't hold back her evil smile. She walked towards Imai Lisa and whispered to her comfortably about the "fierce battle situation" in the preparation room. Imai Lisa blushed when she heard it.

"...Read less of the thin books." Xianjuan Gan walked forward silently, and the brain formed by two fingers hit Qingye Mocha's forehead violently.

Tokyo's former bustle is gone. The wind roars, the raindrops like explosive bombs. The howling wind and rain are like a tragic symphony. The torrent is like a decree of extermination issued by the gods, its momentum like the judgment of a demon.

"Whoosh——" White mist floated up, and the two people trapped in the small shop door leaned against the convenience store shelves and watched the storm outside the glass cabinet.

In the quiet and comfortable little space, drinking a drink and enjoying the pleasure of the outside world as if it is slowly dying makes people feel relaxed.

While Imai Sally was taking a break and leaving for the preparation room, Aoba Mocha couldn't help but ask a question while sighing and taking a sip of hot tea.

"...I heard before that Miss Gourmet Wallpaper was causing trouble in the sky. It's already the second week and it's not over yet?"

"The mini Earth-destroying bomb will cause weather instability for half a month. After all, I can't actually make a genuine Earth-destroying bomb. I just made a mini and lightweight version based on a modified version of the cyclone torpedo developed by my mentors."

Xianjuan Gan took out a bottle of cool Dr. Pepper from the freezer and said gurglingly.

Incidentally, the security cameras in the preparation room had been hacked by him, so Imai Lisa couldn't see anything unusual or what she wanted to see.

"During that dinosaur attack several years ago, I secretly copied a mysterious cosmic radiation from their spacecraft. From what I've seen from their subsequent deciphering of the language, it seems to be some kind of reptilian killer. The analysis is unremarkable. It's harmless to Earth life, but they're terrified, even though it wouldn't do anything to them. This time, I copied, adjusted, and concentrated that radiation energy into the bomb."

Xian Juangan spoke with ease, making remarks that sounded fantastical to ordinary people.

But Qingye Mocha knew it was true...

"This alien radiation will cause unnaturally born organisms to undergo strong, erroneous evolution, severely damaging the unstable structure of matter. It's just the right thing to eliminate the mutation products of that special structure in the sky."

"I also temporarily coded a mother virus called Countdown to the End to ensure that all individuals have a share. Without the Gourmet Tablecloth network and everyone's single-machine escape, no one will survive."

"... Gan's behavior sounds like the Frankenstein monster in those special effects movies who goes off on a limb and creates gods... There's no possibility that one of the machines will survive and achieve unprecedented evolution," Aoba Moka said with a strange expression, recalling the behavior of various villain scientists and self-proclaimed upright scientists he had seen on TV.

"How is that possible? It's impossible to survive under the virus radiation. The original virus is just an infinite series of zero codes reporting errors. Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Xianjuangan choked as if he had heard a funny joke and almost spit out the Dr. Pepper he had drunk.

"There's absolutely no way any of them could survive. I calculated clearly based on their specifications. If the highest mortality rate is 100%, then theirs is a terrifying 999.98%."

"Then suppose, Mocha-chan, let's suppose that there is such a machine that breaks through the miracle of transcending zero, then is there any way for liver to defeat it?"

"I don't need to defeat it," Xianjuan shook his head.

"Because you can't beat him?"

"No, I just don't need it" String Liver drank up Dr. Pepper

"I won't create trouble beyond my ability to handle, including that negative 0.02%." Xian Juangan said nonchalantly.

"Even if such a miracle machine that transcends infinity and zero really existed, its body would only instinctively obey the orders set by the mother disk."

"The dream of making a million croquettes rain"

"A fully evolved machine, born for combat, forced itself to complete this mission. A flaw in its original code, or the fundamental program that gave rise to its intelligence, 'nothing means anything,' will cause it to completely break down, and it will disintegrate after achieving its mission."

"Then why would he obey this original order?" Qingye Moka didn't quite understand.

"Because this miracle can only come from love, and will ultimately be destroyed by love. This is the ultimate countermeasure my mentors' memories taught me against rebellious intelligent life forms."

“Believe me, they have enough experience and lessons.”

Xian Juangan toyed with the sonic screwdriver. A blue light scanned his watch as he took the final steps.

“For example, I have the simplest method of proof.”

A shadowy figure appeared above the watch. The crab monster's shadow had been temporarily altered with the sonic screwdriver, transforming into a projection of a secret item. The amplified watch was connected to the home's weather controller. This was one of the secret items that had rebelled with the gourmet tablecloth and had been repaired yesterday. Now it was just waiting for a self-test and restart.

This abnormal weather may be a possibility for their survival, but it is more likely to be the aftermath of an earth-destroying bomb.

Abnormal weather is the only possibility for them to conceal their existence and survive.

And if it is repaired, it means...

The clock is ticking.

With a flick of the dial, everything changes.

The rain stopped.

It stopped without any warning, as if time had stopped.

The sound of rain suddenly stopped, both the howling wind and the roaring rain disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Neon lights will not light up at first due to poor power supply during a sudden downpour

It's like magic.

"It seems that the miracle didn't happen," Xianjuan Gan teased, his tone hinting at a sense of loss that he himself didn't notice.

"The rain has stopped, I should go back. Someone is waiting for me." Xian Juangan waved the sonic screwdriver.

With his wave of the hand, the neon lights along the road lit up one after another.

The situation inside the Fengchuan residence is not very optimistic.

By the end of the dinner, all the adults had planned their speeches and got the results they wanted.

The lightning and thunder and the heavy rain outside could not stop the members of the Toyokawa family, each of whom had several black luxury cars.

The guests left one after another, and the Toyokawa Mansion returned to its usual silence.

The servants were clearing away the dishes; there were always some dirty things left after a banquet.

For example, the soft and sticky blue octopus lying limp on the table.

Under the well-known variables, Toyokawa Shoko has now crossed three years and completed the final evolution compared to her normal timeline.

——The immortal and soft Xiaoxiang, who was neither black nor white and defeated all the contestants in the resurrection match, was born.

The Toyokawa family is finished.

"Xiangzi, go back to your room. Mu is waiting for you there." Mizuho Toyokawa tried to poke her daughter who was becoming more delicate.

"Mother... why you too..." Toyokawa Shoko's nose was slightly red, her eyes were slightly swollen, and there were still traces of tears on her face.

Mizuho hugged her bouncy daughter in her arms.

"It's okay, leave everything to me, your mother... Xiangzi, just don't worry about anything." Toyokawa Mizuho gently comforted Xiangzi. Her words were so gentle, gently caressing Xiangzi's heart.

She took Xiangzi back to her room, but seemed so helpless when she closed the door.

"Mizuho...it's time to take your medicine..." Toyokawa Kiyoshi was waiting on the side.

He had already prepared medicine for after dinner.

"Well, thank you for your hard work." She lowered her eyes, her hands trembling slightly. She slowly took each of the different colored pills, one by one, and the bitter medicine spread in her mouth.

"Ugh..." Mizuho tried her best not to make a sound so her daughter wouldn't hear. The bitter taste rushed into her throat like a tide as she retched.

The Toyokawa family has a genetic disease that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Among mothers, approaching 30 is a threshold. Few survive more than five years after diagnosis.

As time goes by, every medication now only adds to the burden on the patient. Often at this stage, the effect of the medication is minimal, and one can only rely on their own willpower to get through each difficult period.

In the collateral family with a large number of members, the advantage of numbers is not yet obvious, and the direct line family with few sons has been relying on sons-in-law and adopted sons to support itself for two consecutive generations.

And the third generation can no longer escape...

Perhaps that day will come for Toyokawa Shoko, too. But on the bright side, at least everyone in the know feels that Toyokawa Mizuho won't survive until Shoko's diagnosis.

This year should have been the fifth year since Mizuho Toyokawa was diagnosed.

But within the first year after being diagnosed, Mizuho's condition miraculously recovered.

This is a medical miracle publicized to the outside world. It is an advertisement jointly promoted by the Fengchuan family and its high-end hospitals to promote the idea that man can conquer nature.