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Takahashi Saeko was looking forward to seeing a crying expression on that confident face.

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3:30 pm, Shibuya.

The door of a small game hall was open. Qingze walked out and escaped from the air-conditioning inside. The air outside was hot, giving his skin a burning sensation, but it was very short-lived.

Before the thought of the air conditioning in the game room faded away, everything had returned to normal.

"Thirty-six wins."

Qingze put his hands on his hips, facing the bright sunshine with a smile on his face.

Hojo Tetsuji scratched his head, totally unable to understand.

Sometimes, you clearly have the advantage, but why do you lose inexplicably in the end?

How strange!

"Qingze, you're not cheating, are you?"

"I rely on my own strength."

Qingze answered with a righteous face that as long as you are not caught cheating, it is not cheating, "If you lose, you lose. You must have the courage to admit failure."

“But I clearly feel like I can win.”

Hojo Tetsuji muttered something, unable to figure out the key point in his mind. He decided to put aside his doubts and said, "Forget it, eat something. I'll treat you."

"it is good."

Qingze agreed immediately.

When Hojo Tetsuji was resting, he would like to devote all his time to comics. Recently, his ideas have run out, or he has been stuck in the plot.

Having never been on a date before, he wanted to draw a date scene. However, he suddenly realized how shallow he was as a single man and could not imagine what boys and girls did on a date.

He decided to experience what it was like to date someone.

However, Hojo Tetsuji's only friend of the opposite sex, Hououin Miki, was not free on Saturday.

The eldest lady's rest schedule is full.

He always felt that his sister's words were very strange, so he had to ask Qingze to accompany him.

"Tetsuji, I don't have any objections, but I think it's a very bad idea to ask a girl to the arcade."

“Aren’t games fun?”

There was a strange expression on Hojo Tetsuji's face, even though he was having a lot of fun just now.

Qingze shrugged and said, "Have you ever seen a comic book hero and heroine date in a game hall?"

"I haven't seen it, but I think places like that are too old-fashioned. If we go to a game hall, maybe it will give people a new impression."

“Innovation does not mean hell.”

Qingze complained, “Based on my experience, you can either go to places like shopping malls or go to amusement parks.

When dating, think about what the woman likes, not what you like.”

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

“Because I like playing games.”

Qingze spread his hands.

Hojo Tetsuji was unable to refute such a reason, and he secretly took note of it in his heart.

If you think about it carefully, there are indeed many similar works that like to set up amusement parks.

"Wait a minute, we'll find time to go and take a look."

"I don't care. Do you have that much money?"

Hojo Tetsuji looked down at his wallet and saw only 13,000 yen left. Compared to the money he had saved with great effort, spending it was like water flowing.

"There's nothing I can do but look at it from the outside and imagine the attractions inside."

"What's the point? I have some money here, I'll use it as a ticket."

"Qingze, I'm so sorry. I said I would treat you."

"We are all brothers. When your comic becomes popular, you can come back and invite me back."

Qingze waved generously.

The two walked to Shibuya Yokocho. It was past three in the afternoon and not time for lunch, but the place was still full. It could be said that the restaurants in Yokocho had a huge flow of people that far exceeded their area.

There are long queues in front of many ramen shops.

You can see some people dressed in strange clothes at the scene. Shibuya pursues fashion, so all kinds of outfits can be seen here.

The Halloween atmosphere is there all year round.

The colorful hair and strange clothes reminded Qingze of memories from long ago.

The incense is burning.

Thinking about it now makes him feel embarrassed, but at that time, he really thought that he was the most handsome guy in the world.

Qingze thought of his past dark history, but quickly put it aside and strolled around casually with Hojo Tetsuji, setting his sights on a store run by an Arab.

Even the signboards are in pure Arabic, which is completely incomprehensible.

The guy inside was using a knife to cut a large piece of chicken that was roasted vertically, which gave you an idea of ​​what this store sells.

The prices are also written on the side of the menu.

"Let's go to this store. It has fewer people."

"it is good."

Hojo Tetsuji replied.

The two began to line up.

……

The Arab's shop doesn't occupy a large area and he doesn't employ any other people. Just one person is busy there, and he works very quickly.

Qingze looked around there and felt that this store could be called a burrito shop.

The chopped chicken is added with some vegetables or something, then rolled up in a tortilla and handed to the customer.

He didn't know what the Arabs called it, but in Chinese, it was called a wrap, and it was best eaten with milk tea.

Qingze looked at it, and to save time, he raised his hand and said, "Zheer, I'll queue up here to buy two wraps, and you go to the milk tea shop over there and buy two cups of milk tea.

I want brown sugar milk tea."

"no problem."

Hojo Tetsuji left 1,500 yen and walked to the milk tea shop at the other end of the street.

The line here is longer than that in the Arab store, and it's all women.

Men were embarrassed to cut in line, but Hojo Tetsuji was an exception. He didn't care about the strange looks from others.

There are only a few people in the whole world that Hojo Tetsuji cares about.

He lined up at the back obediently.

The woman in front of him always felt pressured in her heart, as if there was a tiger standing behind her.

The woman looked back and said hesitantly, "How about you come to the front?"

"No need, I'll wait in line here."

"Haha, I'm not in a hurry. I think you are more anxious. It's better for you to line up first."

The woman had a smile on her face, and if anyone cut in line, she would curse that person's ancestors for eighteen generations.

But Hojo Tetsuji wore sunglasses, had a beard, and was tall, looking like a gangster boss.

The woman just wanted this guy to move to the front quickly and not continue to be behind her.

If you stare at it too long, you might start to have unhealthy thoughts about yourself.

Her innocence was about to be ruined.

Seeing how enthusiastic she was, Hojo Tetsuji was too embarrassed to refuse, so he nodded and said, "Thank you, big sister, you are such a good person!"

"?!"

The woman was confused. She looked at Hojo Tetsuji, who seemed to be an uncle in his early thirties. She wanted to curse in her heart. She was only twenty-five years old, and he actually called her "big sister"?

Damn bastard, go to hell!

The woman roared in her heart, but she still had to put on a smile on her face, secretly cursing herself for being so timid.

Hojo Tetsuji smoothly moved forward one position, and then quickly moved to the next position, rising from last place to third place.

The woman in second place hadn't noticed yet and took a photo of the milk tea shop, checked in and posted her schedule for the day on Twitter for other netizens to like.

After taking a picture of the front, she turned around and wanted to take a picture of the back so that netizens could see how many people were queuing behind her.

A bearded middle-aged man wearing sunglasses appeared on the phone screen.

"what!"

The woman screamed in fright and didn't even grab the phone.

Hojo Tetsuji was also confused by her sudden scream, and before he could react, he caught the phone with one hand.

Then someone put his arm around the woman's shoulders and whispered to her, "Don't be afraid, honey. I'm here."

Chapter 252: Hojo: I was born with supernatural powers

At the entrance of the milk tea shop, the girls cast their eyes on the man who was talking. Unlike the fierce-looking Hojo Tetsuji, this man had short, messy golden hair.

Judging from the European or American face, the blonde hair was obviously not rendered in a barber shop.

He is tall, about 1.96 meters tall, but his body does not have the kind of explosive muscles that the same sex finds very explosive. Instead, he has slim muscles that the opposite sex finds very attractive.

You won't look skinny, nor will your muscles swell into an intimidating giant.

The man was dressed simply, in a white short T-shirt, white casual pants, and white shoes, exuding the temperament of a sunny boy.

Hojo Tetsuji could vaguely smell the light and refreshing fragrance emanating from the man.

"Eh……"

The woman whose shoulders were hugged blushed, not knowing how to respond to this British gentleman, and her heart was pounding.

The blond man looked up and said, "Hey, shouldn't you apologize to this lady?"

"I didn't do anything, there's no reason to apologize."

Hojo Tetsuji didn't know why he was apologizing, he was just standing here in line.

The woman turned her head, took a picture of his face without permission, and then let out a shrill scream.

She should be the one who was rude.

Although Hojo Tetsuji is used to others being scared by his masculinity, habit does not mean it is right.

"I can't help it! Don't Japanese men have any gentlemanly manners?"

The man who spoke shook his head, with a helpless expression on his face.

Hojo Tetsuji frowned slightly, feeling that the tone and expression of this person made him want to punch him in the face, and said in a deep voice: "Do you want to fight?"

"Hey, it seems that this is the only way to make you admit your mistakes when dealing with a single-celled person like you."

The man sighed, patted the girl on the shoulder and said, "Sweetheart, please stand aside. I will end this dispute soon."

The woman showed a trace of worry on her face and said, "It's okay. You don't have to fight for me."

"It is a man's honor to fight for a woman."

The blond man replied, his gentlemanly spirit would not allow any man who scared a lady to act indifferent.

Men should maintain basic etiquette towards women, which is taught by their mothers.

"My name is Mark Zaro, I'm from the East, tell me your name."