Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

In the kitchen, Chiyo Morimoto turned the steak over and said, "If you don't want to eat, I bought two large Kobe steaks and paired them with your favorite fruit salad for dinner."

"What happy event happened today?"

A look of surprise appeared on Qingze's face. In the Morimoto family, Kobe steak was not a meat that could be eaten often. Usually, they would only buy it when something happy happened.

Chiyo Morimoto smiled and said, "Things about my work have finally settled down.

So I wanted to celebrate.

Didn't you complain this morning that I haven't been paying attention to you lately?

I have reflected on my mistakes and will reward you with a piece of Kobe steak."

"Great, keep it up."

Qingze nodded pretentiously, walked forward to wash his hands, and sat on a high stool.

In front of me was a plate of fruit salad consisting of dragon fruit, cantaloupe, bananas and mangoes.

He picked up the fork and picked up the sliced ​​banana. The surface was covered with milk mixed with sugar water. When it fell into his mouth, the touch of the tip of his tongue was particularly sweet.

Paired with the crispy and soft banana flesh, it is truly a treat.

"tasty."

"As long as you like it."

"Chiyo, I'll reward you with a piece of dragon fruit."

Qingze picked up a piece of dragon fruit with a fork and motioned for her to come over and eat it.

Chiyo Morimoto rolled her eyes at him and said, "Reward me with what I made for you. Should I thank you for the reward?"

"Don't be so polite, it's what I should do."

Qingze answered with a smile, not thinking there was anything wrong with such behavior.

Why should I feel guilty when I'm living off your own efforts?

Chiyo Morimoto rolled her eyes at Qingze, put down the spatula, walked forward, and tucked the troublesome hair behind her ear with her right hand.

She bent down and took a bite of the dragon fruit.

The bright red lips are stained with a little pure white cream, which makes them look particularly charming.

As soon as he rolled his tongue, his lips turned bright red again.

"Chiyo, another piece."

He quickly picked up a piece with his fork.

Morimoto Chiyo didn't eat. She glared at him without saying anything. Her eyes expressed everything; she was extremely charming.

She knew very well about Qingze's idea of ​​feeding her, but sometimes, she couldn't help but feel restless and wanted to cooperate.

Although they know that such behavior can easily lead to accidental discharge of a gun, they still immerse themselves in the excitement of repeatedly jumping on the edge of the fire.

Teasing Qingze was also teasing the fire in her heart.

Chiyo Morimoto straightened up and continued to stare at the steak in the pot.

Qingze could only stuff the dragon fruit that was handed to him into his mouth.

Perhaps he was overthinking it. In addition to its sweet taste, the dragon fruit had a hint of mellowness like aged wine.

It smells like Chiyo's lipstick and perfume.

Damn it, when can I finally taste Chiyo's clams?

Qingze was thinking about the future and started eating the fruits on the table to cool down.

……

The well-done Kobe steak tasted average.

Chiyo's cooking skills are not as good as those of restaurant chefs, and she cannot make a well-done steak retain its tenderness.

Qingze wiped his mouth with a tissue, sat on a high stool and chatted with Chiyo Morimoto for a while, then said, "Chiyo, I'm going out for a night run."

Chiyo Morimoto's eyes flashed with suspicion and asked, "Why do you run so late every day? Where do you go to play?"

"Men need some secrets, too."

Qingze didn't want to lie to Chiyo Morimoto, so he would just choose not to say anything or avoid the topic.

Chiyo Morimoto looked at his face carefully. His forehead was full and there was no dejection between his brows. He looked very sunny and did not look like a boy with bad habits.

"Don't touch anything outside. If I find you, you're dead."

"Chiyo, I'm not that kind of person."

Qingze replied with a smile, stood up and said, "Then I'll go first."

"Remember, don't come back too late. If you come back later than 9:30, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

"Okay, Your Majesty, please rest assured."

Qingze replied with a smile and walked out the door.

He took the elevator to the bottom floor and started sprinting forward according to the running route of 13 kilometers per hour.

When I ran to the familiar small park, the street lights were still flickering, as if the local government had forgotten that the street lights were broken.

Light and darkness alternate in the park.

He panted, squatted down, put his hands on the floor, and used his catalytic sensing ability.

In an instant, the sight was raised.

There aren’t as many pictures as before, and this park is the only one with this kind of flooring within a one-kilometer radius.

He could only see and hear the images of the park.

In this state, his physical fatigue disappeared and he watched quietly, making sure that there was no sound in the park.

He released his ability and his body was no longer breathing as hard as before.

This is also a way for him to relieve fatigue.

Qingze turned and walked into the forest, his body gradually becoming ethereal and translucent.

As soon as he thought about it, the scenery of the grove disappeared, and a more vast picture came into his eyes.

Qingze stood on the top of Tokyo Skytree and looked out, with a panoramic view of Tokyo at night.

Colorful lights dotted the darkness, illuminating the shapes of buildings and streets.

The rumbling sound of the wind echoes in my ears, and occasionally I can see flashing colored lights in the sky.

That's an airplane.

Qingze looked up and an idea came to his mind.

People instantly appeared inside the plane.

Looking at the rows of seats and the people sitting on them, there are people from Asia and Europe.

The stewardess who was walking around was wearing a very beautiful short skirt. He used his ability of X-ray vision to see that she was worthy of being a stewardess.

Style means being different from others.

He floated up and headed for the cockpit where the captain was, wanting to see with his own eyes what the environment inside was like.

I've only seen it in movies before.

He entered the cab, looked at the lights and dashboards whose meanings he could not understand, and glanced at the hazy night outside.

Qingze's curiosity was satisfied, so he didn't linger here any longer.

With just one thought, the person disappeared into the cockpit of the plane.

If catalytic induction elevated his spirit to a god-like state, then Schrödinger's cat made him feel like he had become a god.

It is such a wonderful feeling to be anywhere with a thought and look down on all living beings.

Qingze stood on the Kyoto Tower, looking down at this city with a strong historical atmosphere, and thought that Kyoto’s night had a beauty different from that of Tokyo.

……

Sakura Ayame suspected that she was being targeted by the god of bad luck today.

Just a moment ago, she was a popular blogger.

Live well and dare to fight.

On some shady software, she works in the video service industry where her face cannot be shown.

Sometimes it’s one-on-one, and sometimes it’s live broadcast service to the general public.

I work a few hours on time every night and earn over a million yen a month.

You can earn those men's money by working hard in this industry.

Sakura Ayame works very hard and meets some netizens with rather perverted interests.

She suffered a lot when providing one-on-one service.

There are all kinds of weird requests, and as long as the owners pay more money, it’s not a problem.

She feared most the requirement to hide what she was doing from the public.

There were several times when I was almost exposed.

The owner felt very excited.

She was just terrified. Once exposed to the public, her reputation would be ruined.

Today, as usual, she deliberately sneaked into Kamogawa Park, which was said to be closed for maintenance, in order to satisfy the curiosity of netizens.

She was hiding in the bushes to broadcast the live broadcast. Originally, she only needed to turn the camera downwards and say a few words quietly to netizens to end the live broadcast.

But something unexpected happened during her live broadcast. From the perspective of the bush where she was squatting, she happened to see a kidnapping case of a homeless man.

It can't be said to be unexpected.

Sakura Ayame knew that there was a homeless person here, so she deliberately chose this bush to give netizens a better visual experience.

Create the situation that once the voice is raised, it is likely to attract unemployed homeless people, and then the inappropriate plot for children that netizens expect will happen.

Rendering such stimulation can easily attract netizens to enter the room and watch.

But Sakura Ayame never expected that someone would choose to kidnap a homeless man tonight.

Coincidentally, she saw that scene again.

What's even more coincidental is that the time they kidnapped the homeless man was almost the same as the time her body produced the physiological reaction.

I regret drinking so much water.

It was supposed to be a pleasant surprise to receive gifts from many netizens, but it made Sakura Ayame break out in a cold sweat.

Because the noise she made was too loud, the kidnappers heard a hissing sound.

Sakura Ayame realized that she was exposed, and quickly stood up and ran out.

……

Time returns to the present.

"Brothers, this is the address, hurry up and call the police for Sakura!"

There was a hint of crying in Sakura Ayame's voice. Her running made the live broadcast image from the camera blurry, with only the rumbling sound of the wind.

But netizens did not rush to call the police.

Some people said this was a script, some said it didn’t seem like it, and some said the blogger might really be beaten by the homeless man?

They were chatting excitedly, but no one wanted to call the police on the blogger's behalf.

Although Japan has long been inseparable from color in the outside world, the people living there still stubbornly remind themselves that their character is upright.

He is the kind of gentleman who can control himself and have no evil thoughts even in various sex shops on the street.

Calling the police would involve the question of why they were able to see this scene, which would then affect their reputation.

"Please, this is not an act, please call the police!"

Sakura Ayame was breathing heavily and was about to cry.