Another string reel from Bandoli

He wanted to go home later.

In the shopping street, under the chaotic neon lights.

Amid the noisy crowd on the street, Xian Juan Gan felt that he was indeed far away from that chaotic and strange world.

But deep down, I still yearn for that...chaos?

Maybe I was born a weirdo.

He finally felt bored there, but when he left the amusement park, he began to miss the self-disciplined and happy games in that space unconsciously.

I am busy all the time, using all my brain to make adequate preparations for my survival.

No scruples, no doubts.

...No need to care about anyone...

Xianjuan Gan just wandered around outside until there was no one around and he was standing there all alone.

A strange feeling of gloom settled over me.

The raindrops are falling.

The sound of heavy rain falling.

Then came a downpour.

Warm and humid.

Ah...it's the Tlaloc Operation Plan. Because of the confusion over the past two months, I forgot I had already arranged for the 16th follower to prepare.

Bathed in this sudden rainstorm that is completely artificial.

Water drops flow down the dyed blonde hair

The cold raindrops stuck to my skin, as if they could penetrate into my bones.

Xianjuan Gan stood alone in the rain.

This was his final preparation.

Automatically synthesized by the No. 16 Dependent Control Terminal Computer and added to the weather controller.

By launching anti-plastic agent into the sky, it sprays plastic people.

The heavy rain covering the entire Tokyo will integrate it into the entire ecological cycle chain system.

Enough to clean them out like germs.

Perhaps, their real owner has already been infected and killed.

This is a measure specifically for them to prevent string roll liver rollover

And he forgot to stop.

Maybe this helps.

Or perhaps they have developed antibodies that have surpassed the original Plastic Man?

It's hard to explain the liver.

During this fight against Plastic Man, he did not directly confront the manipulator behind them.

But that zero mass will field.

That is not something their race can master.

It's like the iterative evolution of organisms, where the fittest survive.

The individuals that survived the hunt gave birth to stronger and slightly different offspring.

It's like they've fought against some natural enemy that was hunting them, survived, learned, and grown, and conducted sufficient review.

Becoming cunning and powerful.

Not to mention those orc-like zombies in the zero-mass will field.

Although he could find the prototype of that technology in many alien technologies and Earth civilizations.

But there is no doubt that it is a biological group that was artificially created by someone and began to evolve freely and unstably.

It has advanced technology that is quite inconsistent with what should exist in the current world.

And I always have a premonition that we will meet next time.

Maybe it's not just in the zero-mass will field.

The rain stopped and the umbrella hit the string liver.

Something even hotter was approaching him.

A pink-haired girl, smelling of flowers and citrus, stood beside him.

She shared half of her umbrella with Xian Juangan, a stranger.

"Um...did you forget to bring your umbrella?"

She asked worriedly with a look of worry on her face.

"You'll catch a cold if you get wet in the rain. If you don't mind, let's walk a little further to get to the shelter." The umbrella wasn't big enough, and half of her body was soaked by the rain. Raindrops were dripping from her sleeves.

Aya Maruyama, a fast food restaurant employee, ended her part-time job.

On her way home, she met another teenager who was caught in the rain.

Chapter 51 Chapter 51 The Losers

Today, Maruyama Aya is not in a good mood.

She was scolded by her dance teacher again during dance practice. This was very stressful for her, a sophomore in high school who had been practicing for three years but still hadn't made her debut.

In front of other late-stage trainees.

I have become accustomed to it.

She felt like she was missing something.

She wasn't supposed to be here, something else was supposed to happen.

But it didn't happen.

I received a complaint from a customer at work. The large portion of fries I ordered had a large chipped portion. There were obvious signs of being snatched.

Maruyama Aya couldn't explain what had happened, and the customers who wouldn't check the surveillance for such a thing naturally assumed that Maruyama Aya, the waitress, had stolen the food.

I got off work late and my part-time senior couldn't get here in time.

Maruyama Aya, who made a mistake but had a good temper, was forced to play overtime, and the class was extended until nearly midnight this evening.

Maruyama Aya's mother, who had strict family rules, called and criticized her harshly.

All the bad things have made Maruyama Aya exhausted today.

The sudden rainstorm made her mood even worse.

Maruyama Aya didn't bring an umbrella with her, so she used a cheap umbrella left in the store by careless customers.

Maruyama Aya felt great shame and a sense of guilt for her behavior.

This is behavior that idols despise.

The downpour was so heavy that her umbrella couldn't hold up, making it difficult for her to stand alone.

It's exactly like her today.

How long can I... hold on?

Although there was a slight thought in her mind, Maruyama Aya quickly transformed it into upward motivation.

After all, that's who she is.

If you have time to think about how long you can persist, you might as well put in more effort.

When Maruyama Aya met him.

The boy's hair, which was much longer than that of his peers, was a little messy and he looked quite tired.

The face is quite delicate.

He lowered his head, and the shadow cast by the vertical light completely obscured his face, making it impossible to confirm his current expression.

He just stood in the middle of the road, letting the heavy rain pour down.

Like a sudden roadblock.

Maruyama Aya instinctively moved closer, her body moving faster than her thoughts.

There was no consideration of gender, no consideration of whether he was good or bad, and the hair looked bad after being highlighted.

He just stared at her with his golden eyes.

A little confused, a little doubtful... a little disappointed.

The two of them walked forward together under a cheap umbrella.

The sound of rain grew louder and louder, and the silver-blue raindrops fell and splashed, creating tiny ripples.

Sharing an umbrella with a strange boy who seemed to be the same age as her made Maruyama Aya blush a little when she realized it later.

He seemed to have the sweet and sour smell of candy.

It's a bit like the nostalgic gummy candies I ate in my childhood.

Is this the smell of a boy?

Maruyama Aya, who attends a girls' school and even works part-time jobs in streets where girls hang out, and whose office staff are often either adult or idols of the same sex, doesn't know this because she rarely comes into contact with boys of her age.

With this unhealthy idea

Maybe it's an illusion, but Maruyama Aya always feels...

Is the umbrella bigger?

The streets were deserted and a sudden downpour came.

The two people, covered with cheap umbrellas, walked hurriedly on the street.

Worse happened.

Unfortunately, Maruyama Aya was hit by the mud splashed by the truck.

The unnatural coolness of the rainy season and a mixture of strange smells rushed into her mouth and nose.

The truck didn't stop, it just drove away.

What an unlucky day.

Just as Maruyama Aya was thinking that, a white towel appeared in front of her who was choking.

Wiped her nose.

Using his body to shield her, the boy somehow managed to pull out a dry towel in such a rainy day and wipe the mud off her face.

“Alas…Alas.”

The boy seemed to make no distinction between men and women. He wiped her face and made sure she could breathe freely. Then he took the towel back and remained silent without saying a word.

The boy didn't seem to like talking very much.

He seemed to have something in his mind and was still thinking about something else.

Careless Maruyama Aya had messed up again, as she didn't usually work that late. She had misremembered the time the train was released.

The first train of Arakawa Electric Railway runs from 5am to 11pm, but now it is almost midnight and there is no train.

There were not many buses in the early morning, and she had just missed the one that had left. The next one would not arrive for at least 45 minutes.

The cold raindrops dripped from the pink hair and slowly dripped down the cheeks.

She felt so cold that Maruyama Aya was shivering with irregular breathing.

The boy seemed to have noticed her uneasiness.

He spoke for the first time.

"If you don't mind, there's a bathhouse nearby. Let's go wash up first."

The voice was pleasant, but hoarse with extreme fatigue.