Order French fries at Shuchiin

"But as for me, I still don't want to use the name of divination to sell those useless stones. So after new customers buy 'energy stones', I will tell them the truth that divination is not credible. After so many times, I think it's better to put psychotherapy on the table. Unfortunately, the customers I attract are still mainly attracted by the name of divination, even though the process of divination and talk therapy is similar."

Unexpectedly, Uncle Baiyin is a righteous man. He smashed his own plate to remind customers not to blindly believe in divination. He is indeed not the same Dio who wanted to steal the family property.

Soon, the two arrived at the furniture store.

In order not to forget the villa fortress plan he had initially conceived in the morning, Xing Yuanhui first expressed his obsession: "Uncle Baiyin, I need a generator. Which store sells it?"

"?" Silver Dio suddenly felt that this job seemed to be becoming quite interesting.

He took great effort and finally found a generator in a corner of the street that matched Xing Yuanhui's impression.

"I say, Xingyuan-kun, is it really necessary to make such a big sacrifice for your dream? This thing is terrible when it generates electricity. It's very noisy, and it uses engine oil to generate electricity, and the oil stinks."

Looking at the staff who were starting to pack up the generator, the air flowing through his nose carried the special smell of gasoline, and Uncle Baiyin's eyelids twitched slightly.

"Oh, that's okay. I don't plan to use it to generate electricity. I just collect it." Xing Yuanhui waved his hand.

It's impossible to generate electricity with it. The store manager just demonstrated it with another generator. How should I put it? The noise is not too loud and is still within an acceptable range, but I'm not refusing to pay the electricity bill.

If you want to go camping someday, you can consider bringing it with you and buy gasoline later. But since you have brought a generator, shouldn’t it be used more for escaping than for camping? Wait, if you need to refill the gasoline temporarily, then isn’t this generator just as ridiculous as having a water gun without water?

He said to the boss who was sitting at the counter and glaring at his employees packing, "So, boss, you don't have to fill the gas for me. When we check out later, just treat the free gas as a discount and reduce it a little bit."

The boss said it was no problem. Customers are king, and generators are not easy to sell, especially the generators he brought into the store by accident.

He wrote the bill without stopping and handed it to the boy. With Uncle Baiyin's face showing a trace of fatigue as a witness, Xing Yuanhui readily swiped the card and took a pen to write down the address of the house where the goods needed to be delivered tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning, the generator will arrive at the villa on time and become a forgotten item in the underground storage room.

Similarly, other home appliances will also arrive at their loyal Xing Yuanhui's home tomorrow morning. Although they have not yet appeared on Xing Yuanhui's bill, it doesn't matter! After a round of generator searches, they have been marked on Uncle Baiyin's map. All that's left is for Xing Yuanhui to go shopping, check out, and pack.

"…Young people nowadays really know how to have fun. Maybe I am really old."

The uncle looked sadly at the generator that was already in the box. He had already anticipated its future: it would most likely spend the rest of its life without ever being turned on.

"It has nothing to do with whether I can play or not. It's just an impulse. You see, I listened to the advice and gave up the machine tool." Xing Yuanhui said that he did listen to the advice, as the original plan included a home machine tool.

But it is indeed a bit of a waste. I wonder if the system can make use of this generator and dismantle its parts to replace them on the D wheel.

The system that was normally studying hard sneezed.

"And Uncle Shirogane, at least your Jojo stand at the museum had that flavor, didn't it? This shows that your soul is still the same as you were when you read the comics!"

Xing Yuanhui imitated the posture of the fishmonger, standing on his right foot, opening his left foot to the side, putting one hand in his trouser pocket, pointing the index finger forward with the other hand, his eyes firm and serious.

Uncle Baiyin saw this and his body involuntarily made corresponding movements - he placed the index and middle fingers of his right hand in front of his forehead, and stretched out his left hand with his fingers spread out irregularly. It's a pity that he doesn't have a head of soft hair, otherwise he would definitely look more like her.

Why is Silver Dio so skilled as an old man? Because young people who don't know the truth often come to him to play like this, and his body can't help but respond.

After the two of them persisted for a few seconds, they couldn't help but smile and began to comment on each other's appearance.

"Xingyuan-kun, next time you should wear the hat when doing Jotaro's moves, that's his soul."

"Indeed, it's a little less interesting without the hat. But Uncle Baiyin, your hair is too neat, not as flowing as Dio's."

People can deepen their spiritual connection with others because of a wonderful opportunity, which can be a book or a chance trip.

Now, this opportunity is a wonderful and fashionable design. This is a continuation of the miracle of an old comic book being revived through animation, and it is a feat of the new era pulling the people of the old era onto the ship!

They ignored the boss and the packing staff sitting in the store and began to discuss how to create a more perfect jojo stand.

After a while, they realized that there was no need for them to stay here. The bill had been paid and the address had been given. There was nothing worth remembering here anymore.

The two of them took a step forward, making strange gestures with their hands and walked away, leaving behind a group of ignorant passers-by who had no idea what was going on.

Chapter 13: Fans meet their idols and their eyes are filled with tears

No matter what time it is, it always makes people feel uncomfortable walking against the tide of people leaving get off work, as if they are going in the opposite direction.

Xing Yuanhui glanced around. This was the exit of the tram station in the port area. Office workers who were getting off work formed a vast ocean and poured into the station. Everyone was eager to lie down at home.

He appeared here only because he wanted to discuss something with Quan Jing, and Quan Jing worked in this area. He thought Setagaya was too far away and was not in the same direction as his home, so he asked Xing Yuanhui, who was on vacation and should have nothing to do, to find him.

"Who is the agent anyway? This is really the opposite of what Tian Gang is doing."

However, having said that, considering that school is about to start the day after tomorrow, in order to investigate the time required to go to Shuchiyuan High School, which is also nearby, Xing Yuanhui still came out of a humanitarian spirit to comfort office workers.

Of course, today's meal was paid for by Master Quan Jingquan. Although he was not short of money, the meal tasted better than the AA system.

It's a pity that Shuchiin and Izumi-kei are not in the same direction, otherwise I could go over and take a look. Anyway, I'll finally have some free time tomorrow, so I'll go take a look then.

As a prospective student, I should be able to get in, right? Although school starts the day after tomorrow, I feel weird about visiting the school tomorrow.

Xing Yuanhui started walking towards Quan Jing's location. Amidst the neon lights and the huge crowds of people at night, the boy found Quan Jing very easily.

The store where Quan Jing stayed had a transparent glass wall facing outwards. The boy could see through the glass wall his agent, who was wearing a black suit, drinking a drink, shrugging his shoulders and playing with his phone.

His back view alone gives people a very decadent feeling, and his curly hair makes him look even more decadent, like a poor guy who had just been deducted for perfect attendance and fell down when walking out of the company.

He walked into the store, and the worker standing in front of the counter greeted him reflexively: "Hello, welcome! How many people are there?"

"Someone is waiting for me. He's already taken a seat. I can just go over there."

After the waiter left, Xing Yuanhui walked quietly to the right rear of Quan Jing and patted Quan Jing's left shoulder with his left hand.

Quan Jing shuddered suddenly, and quickly turned his head to the left and glanced around but found no one. The moment he turned his head, Xing Yuanhui quickly sat down on the other side.

Quan Jing turned his head and heard the noise coming from the other seat, feeling helpless.

He turned around and asked unhappily, "Are you an elementary school student? Why are you still using such low-level tactics? Can you be more mature?"

Xing Yuanhui didn't answer Quan Jing's fatal three-shot question. He teased, "Staring at your phone all the time will help you stretch your neck. Pay more attention to your eyes. By the way, you haven't been caught playing with your phone by your boss for many years, have you? Students also tremble like you when they are caught by their teachers."

The boy even imitated Quan Jing's sudden shiver, but unfortunately, that was the most primitive reaction of the body, and it was a difficult task to replicate it with the brain.

"Is it okay to be like this even when you're scared?" Quan Jing scratched his hair hard, making his already curly and fluffy hair look even messier.

"Don't be angry. Let me treat you to a Coke." Xing Yuanhui tapped the cup in front of Quan Jing, and bubbles were shaken and rushed out of the black liquid.

"Either split it in half or pay for the whole thing. Charging for drinks separately makes me seem stingy. Well, since you're here, I'll order the food. Tempura rice bowl?" Quan Jing asked while raising his hand to signal the waiter to come over.

"That's it. Oh, and ask them to separate the sauce out so it doesn't drip directly into the rice."

Xing Yuanhui has always been extremely hostile to rice dripped with sauce. It's strange because he doesn't feel bad about adding soy sauce when cooking, but he just can't bear to see the originally distinct grains of rice being stuck together by the sauce.

"Strange quirk." Although Quan Jing complained, he still conveyed Xing Yuanhui's personal needs to the waiter.

The waiter recorded the two people's orders and left. Xing Yuanhui thought of Quan Jing's decadent look when he entered the store, and asked with concern: "By the way, when I came in just now, I felt that your mental state was very bad. Didn't you successfully leave work early in my name?"

"I remember you don't chase stars, right? If you don't, you may not be able to feel my pain." Quan Jing closed his eyes in pain, his brows furrowed, and a trace of tears flashed in the corners of his eyes. It was hard to imagine what made him so sad.

"I can try to empathize with you. Let me think... Didn't I get the ticket? Or did I not get the limited edition merchandise?"

"How can you pretend to be a star if you are a stinking composer who doesn't show your face or name?"

Although Quan Jing closed his eyes, he looked like a sitting monk.

But his constantly shaking hands had already exposed his inner fear and anxiety. He was now more like preparing to pass away rather than sitting still. His shaking hands shook out all the bubbles in the Coke that symbolized the relics.

The trembling in Quan Jing's hand was transmitted along his arm to his tongue. He said tremblingly, "It's even worse than this. I actually, actually... have to hold a meeting at the company when Shiranui is not recording a live broadcast!"

"How can I continue to live my life as a fan for three years?!" Quan Jing's eyes were wide open, as if tears of blood were dripping from them, and Acala was looming behind him.

The Russian vibrato and the spirit behind him both came out, and he was really angry.

"...Can't you find a like-minded person to help secretly record the video?"

Helplessly, he put one hand on his face, saying he couldn't bear to watch. He had just acted like a normal, reliable adult man, either paying in full or splitting it in half, could he not show his true colors so quickly?

If you talk about these things in front of the opposite sex, girls will look down on you with contempt! So it is difficult to define whether this is a punishment or a reward.

"That's Shiranui! One of the most popular beautiful idols right now! It's rare for her to do a live broadcast online, and she also said that this live broadcast will not be archived. She usually takes care of fans at concerts. As a fan, how can I go against the idol's wishes?"

Quan Jing suddenly took out his mobile phone, unlocked it, opened Twitter, and put the live broadcast preview page in front of Xing Yuanhui.

The screen of the phone showed the idol's Twitter account, which contained regular information such as the time of the live broadcast, as well as a picture. In the picture, a girl with short pink hair was greeting people. She had white ribbons tied on both sides of her hair, was wearing a pink home dress, and was making a "V" sign in front of the camera with a blank expression.

Although the gesture is old-fashioned, it has a unique charm. Didn't you expect Quan Jing to be such a natural three-no girl now? But you all know that I don't chase stars anymore, so how would you know who this popular fried chicken is?

So I don’t really understand you idol fans... By the way, I remember the time when you were so seriously ill was when Yui Aragaki’s marriage was announced. It seems you haven’t recovered and it looks like your condition has worsened.

Looking at Quan Jing who was talking and preaching in front of the phone screen, Xing Yuanhui had a subtle feeling at this moment, "This person is really no good." An invisible thick barrier had been erected between the two of them.

If you have the energy to discuss plans with your boss and clients at work, you might get a promotion.

Fortunately, the waitress returned in time with the prepared food, preventing this mission from being fruitless.

Seeing outsiders, Quan Jing restrained her nagging look a lot. She glared at her boss who was far away in the company with resentment and drank flat Coke to vent her anger.

"The Coke is flat, bad review."

Quan Jing drank the Coke in one gulp. If the two of them had not deflated the air in him before, he would probably have been holding his chest and coughing.

"Think positively, at least you don't have to worry about burping." Xing Yuanhui unpacked the chopsticks, rubbed them crosswise for a while, then picked up the crispy tempura in front of him.

It looks pretty good, and they did remember that I didn’t want any sauce with my rice. I’ll give them one point for their service attitude.

Xing Yuanhui took the bowl of sauce that was supposed to be poured over the rice away, as it was no longer needed.

"Carbonated drinks without bubbles are worthless. Drinking them straight is worse than drinking sugar water."

Quan Jing standing next to him ruthlessly denied the value of the drink in front of him. He also unpacked the chopsticks, put his glasses in a box and stuffed them into his shirt pocket. He said to the food, "I'm eating," and prepared to have a full meal to comfort his seemingly injured and bleeding heart.

Xing Yuanhui, who was sipping miso soup, heard the bell at the store door ring. Hearing the sound, he reflexively looked towards the door.

Wow, this customer seems to be very privacy-conscious. He is wearing a black hat, sunglasses, a mask, and a coat. This is the same outfit that a stalking gang would wear in a crime drama.

I really want to have it... If he had these equipments when he followed the Fujiwara sisters last time, how could he have been recognized?

That's not right. If he really had this equipment, he might really have to run into the police. He looks like a pervert.

Xing Yuanhui came back to his senses and couldn't help wondering what kind of person under the coat was to have to dress like this, a celebrity? Or was he shy?

But he thought the pink and white hair under the hat looked familiar? How strange.

Struggling with the inexplicable puzzle, the boy couldn't help but glance towards the door again.

Now, the waitress at the door is talking to that person, but her voice is fragmented by the soothing background music in the store, and no valuable information can be heard.

Upon closer inspection, apart from the color of her hair, her exposed skin is fair, and under her hat one can vaguely see a deformed white ribbon. Generally speaking, her gender should be female.

Well, she looks similar to that Shiranui, with pink hair and a white headband.

Quan Jing put his phone away, so Xing Yuanhui could only quickly take out his own phone and search for photos of Shiranui. After a careful Leeuwenhoek-style study, he was 100% or even 90% sure that it was her.

He sighed in a low voice, "How can they be so similar?", and then gently nudged the man who was working hard next to him.

"What's wrong? Can't we talk about the dojo matters after we finish eating?" Quan Jing asked puzzledly with food in his mouth.

He thought that Xing Yuanhui was having fun while eating and wanted to talk about the dojo, so he spoke unclearly.

The young man didn't say anything, but raised his head slightly, motioning Quan Jing to look in the direction he indicated.

Quan Jing followed Xing Yuanhui's chin to see the black, pink and white Zongzi who had already sat down, and asked in confusion: "So?"

Xing Yuanhui rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "Don't you feel that it looks familiar? Not at all?"

"What does it feel like?" Quan Jing dug a box out of the pocket of his shirt, took out his glasses, put them on and looked at them carefully again. The star chaser who captured more information started shaking again.

Seeing Quan Jing's reaction, Xing Yuanhui felt that the matter was settled. He joked, "Your three years of fandom is not good enough. You will be expelled from the Shiranui fan club now~."

As if he had been hit on the spot, Quan Jing quickly replied, "I'm not eating yet. Wait a minute, I'll take a look."

I have to say, people nowadays are really stubborn.

Looking at Quan Jing who was becoming more and more focused, Xing Yuanhui ate a few mouthfuls of rice and said, "Let me make this clear first. No matter if it's that idol or not, don't just rush over. I have to go back and dry the clothes, so I don't have time to talk to the police."

Quan Jing was speechless and choked up. He said humbly, "Haha, how could that be? I am an adult."

While the two were pulling and playing funny, the idol who was hiding her identity noticed the sight and looked over. She caught the words "adult" and "reliable" in the quarrel coming from the next table.

Feeling the gaze of her idol, Quan Jing seemed to have returned to the youthful days when she first met Xing Yuanhui. She became reserved, like an old woman.

Seeing Quan Jing's obedient college student attitude, Xing Yuanhui was amused. He put his left hand on his shoulder and smiled implicitly: "I still like your rebellious look just now."

As if petrified by the eyes of the beautiful girl idol, Quan Jing did not respond, regardless of Xing Yuanhui's arm on him, and pretended to be calm as he picked up the bowl and chopsticks and continued to eat. It was not until the people at the next table withdrew their gaze that he looked back with a furtive look.

The "outsider" who was watching the show with his hands propped up poked the male fan again and said, "It's rare to encounter such a situation, why don't you try to get an autograph? If you miss this opportunity, you will never see it again."

Quan Jing, who was eating with his head down, choked and quickly drank some Coke to moisten his throat.

After calming down, he twitched the corners of his mouth and said hesitantly, "I do want to, but it's not appropriate, right? I'm here to eat, and... I'm a girl out to eat alone, will it scare me if you suddenly show up and ask for my autograph?"

Now it was Xing Yuanhui's turn to be speechless. I saw from her account profile that she has been an idol since she was a child. Her work experience is much higher than yours.