I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

And the smiles on their faces, under the dim light that illuminates them together, are always genuine.

Chapter 69 Praise quickly, praise quickly!

"Whoosh—" A cheer rang out in front of the Port Mafia gate.

Zhu Yu shouted happily as she rode the motorcycle Ah Dai Niao had given her, swaggering past the Port Mafia gate and leaving a trail of exhaust fumes behind.

That's right, this is the fourth time she has passed by the Port Mafia gate.

She was treasuring her newly acquired vehicle and couldn't resist showing it off, so she rode the motorcycle around town to see the reactions of familiar NPCs.

She desperately hoped that a discerning NPC would step forward and shower her "super cool and colorful" motorcycle with compliments.

"boom--"

"Boom——"

"Rumble--"

She drove back and forth tirelessly, and the entire Port Mafia building seemed to be plowed by the sound waves, making the Port Mafia members inside notice the noise coming from below.

Dazai, who was reporting his mission to Mori Ōgai, had been interrupted by this noise for the fourth time: ...

What new fun has Miss Kuzi found this time?

Dazai, who was already too lazy to report on his mission, suddenly felt that staying in the leader's office was a waste of time. After summarizing in a few sentences, he left with the words "Report complete" and walked out of the office with light steps.

Hmm, it's better to go play with Miss [Kuzi] than to stay with that boring Boss Mori~

Dazai swaggered away.

"Wait..." Mori Ougai was stunned by Dazai's brief words, which could hardly be called a summary. Just as he was about to ask Dazai to stay and say a few more words, he saw that the office door had already closed and Dazai had disappeared.

Mori Ougai jokingly touched his face and sighed, "Young people really do prefer hanging out with other young people..."

"Rumble, rumble—"

Another loud engine roar came from outside the window, and his words were once again drowned out by the noise.

Mori Ougai couldn't laugh: ...Anyone is fine, just tell her to stop.

*

"Hello, Dazai."

Zhu Yu, who had been waiting for a while downstairs at the Port Mafia building, had a gleam in his eyes. He greeted Dazai, who had suddenly appeared, and then jumped out of the car with a reserved air.

Then he deliberately patted his car, making a very suggestive gesture.

Praise her quickly! Praise her quickly!

Dazai lazily raised his hand and waved it as a response, without immediately commenting on the car.

The afternoon sun was particularly dazzling, gilding the brand-new sports car with a golden edge. No, it was less like gilding and more like ignition—the car body was already painted with iridescent laser paint, and the light spots reflected off it danced on the ground like a spilled jar of liquid gems.

Flash, burst of flash.

From afar came the exclamation of a passing child: "Mom, that car is firing lasers!"

Dazai stood with his hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the dazzling car body...

After a moment of silence, he quietly took out his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on.

The world suddenly dimmed by eight degrees, and my eyes finally didn't hurt so much anymore.

Not receiving the answer she expected, Zhu Yu was a little disappointed, and her head slowly drooped down.

Dazai stared at the crown of Zhu Yu's head, where a tuft of unruly hair stood up, swaying gently as its owner lowered her head.

He cleared his throat, slowly circled the car, and deliberately drawled, "This car..."

Zhu Yu immediately perked up her ears and excitedly leaned closer: "How is it?"

The player's "super dazzling" motorcycle must have captivated you!

“The color is indeed very…unique,” ​​Dazai said slowly, pausing subtly on the word “unique.”

?

Zhu Yu's expression instantly changed from anticipation to confusion, her eyebrows furrowing into a small knot: "Special?"

She carefully considered the word "special," and a flash of inspiration struck her—that's right, players' items have to be different!

This word is especially good!

"You're a perfect match."

Zhu Yu's eyes lit up instantly, like neon lights suddenly illuminated: "I think so too!"

Dazai, you have excellent taste (highly recommended)

Dazai suppressed a laugh as he watched Zhu Yu excitedly circle the car, her fingers lovingly stroking the shiny paint.

“Hmm…” He nodded meaningfully, “Especially when the sunlight shines through…” If it were to be driven on a mission, there would be no need for any provocation; it would directly attract all the enemy’s attention.

Like a built-in flashbang, it can also blind enemies for three seconds.

"Right, right!" Zhu Yu was completely immersed in the joy of being "praised," her cheeks flushed with excitement, and the way she looked at Dazai had become the look of a "confidant," giving him a touching look that said, "Only you understand me."

She really didn't understand why, when she was showing off this car in front of Sister Hongye, Sister Hongye, who always praised her enthusiastically, was unusually silent and even handed her a book - "The Great Shaping of Aesthetics: From Beginner to Expert".

I don't know what Sister Hongye is thinking, but this book can increase attributes!

You'll accept it!

She touched the car: "Only such a cool car can match someone as cool as me."

Dazai pretended to look Zhu Yu up and down seriously: "Indeed... you are the kind of person who cannot be ignored."

Zhu Yu completely missed the teasing glint in Dazai's eyes and patted Dazai's shoulder earnestly: "Oh~ my sincere friend, since you also admire my car so much, I'll take you to experience it today."

"Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

Please don't be too flattered, Dazai; this is what you deserve. (Sincerely)

Unaware that the topic had taken this turn, Dazai realized things might be going badly. Having ample experience dealing with Zhu Yu, he immediately turned to leave.

Of course, he was grabbed before he could take two steps.

Then, his waist was gripped tightly by two hands, and he was lifted up like a claw machine.

Dazai, feet off the ground, was forced onto the back of the motorcycle with a blank expression: ...

Zhu Yu successfully caught the black cat that was trying to escape, pressed it onto the back seat, climbed into the car, and casually pulled Dazai's hand to her waist and held it tightly.

"Dazai, you'd better hurry."

Dazai's fingers stiffened as if burned, pressed against her waist, his knuckles forming a pale arc.

Feeling the warmth of her body traveling through his fingertips, he recoiled as if electrocuted, curled up, quietly rubbed his fingertips, and hesitantly grabbed Zhu Yu's clothes, gripping them tightly.

"..."

The motorcycle sped by, leaving a long shadow, roaring past on the winding mountain road in Yokohama. Zhu Yu, who was already engrossed in the super immersive "racing game", belatedly realized: Why has Dazai been so quiet all the way?

Is she going to faint?

Chapter 70 Who is the King of Motorcycles?

With a hint of fear, Zhu Yu glanced back and, confirming that Dazai was still awake and sitting comfortably in the back, breathed a sigh of relief.

Dazai is too fragile; sometimes you can easily get knocked out by accident, so you have to keep a close eye on him.

(Dazai, the only one of the three with a normal physique: ......)

Unaware of Zhu Yu's worries, Dazai read something from her expression when she suddenly turned around. He narrowed his eyes dangerously and was about to say something when the sound of sirens came from behind him.

Scored twice.

Zhu Yu was being chased by the military police again.

She was puzzled: "I definitely wasn't speeding!"

Dealing with the pursuing military police is like fighting cockroaches; one wave after another comes. It's too much trouble and easily leads to a drop in reputation and morality. She usually doesn't bother fighting the military police NPCs.

Therefore, she would always be careful not to get entangled with the military or police.

Dazai was silent for a moment, then let out a merciless laugh: "[Kuko]-chan, you're obviously a minor, driving without a license. Who else would they chase if not you?"

Zhu Yu exclaimed "Ah!" as if suddenly realizing something.

I see, this game's setting is so realistic...

Dazai Osamu sat leisurely in the back seat, twirling Zhu Yu's wind-blown hair with his fingers, completely oblivious to the urgency of being chased by police cars: "What, are you going to obediently stop the car and become a law-abiding citizen of Yokohama?"

Zhu Yu's expression quickly shifted from shock to righteous indignation: "How could it be Dazai? We're the Mafia!"

"We are outlaws!"

Even so, the two outlaws still chose to make a quick escape...

*

Yes, after a long business trip, Chuuya Nakahara has finally returned to Yokohama.

Upon hearing this news, A-Dai Bird immediately invited Zhu Yu and Zhongyuan Zhongye to have a thrilling "motorcycle race".

Chuuya, who returned from a business trip to find that Zhu Yu and Adai Niao had suddenly become friends: ...Huh?

Side Quest: Who wouldn't want a thrilling motorcycle race? Win the race and become the true King of Motorcycles in the Port Mafia!

Mission Reward: Obtain the title "Port Mafia Motorbike King"

"GO! GO! GO!"

Before Zhongye could answer, Zhu Yu jumped up impatiently to agree.

As the sun sets, three motorcycles are parked side by side at the start of the abandoned highway, their engines humming like three wild beasts poised to pounce.

Zhu Yu glanced sharply at Chuuya Nakahara and Ayanoko with a cautious look, and said in a deep tone: "Today, only one true king of motorcycles can leave this highway alive."

Upon hearing this, Ado Bird's eyes turned serious: "Yes, Chuuya, [Kawakami]-san, let's settle this here!"

Chuuya Nakahara, somewhat speechless, put on his helmet: "We're just racing, not risking our lives. Besides..."

"I don't think I'll lose." A smile played on his lips beneath the helmet, exuding a confident air of control.

Three motorcycles roared down the highway, the heat from their exhaust pipes distorting the afterglow of the setting sun. They were so close together that it was hard to tell who would win.

Zhu Yu discovered that Zhongye and Adai Bird were indeed worthy of daring to compete with her for the title of "King of Motorcycles," and they were surprisingly difficult to deal with.

(Sweating profusely)

But, but the players won't admit defeat!

As expected, the road to becoming queen is not smooth sailing. It seems she has no choice but to use her ultimate move.

She glanced at Chuuya Nakahara and Ayaka Tori, who were still locked in a fierce battle in the rearview mirror, then suddenly her expression turned serious. Pointing behind her, she said, "Look, it's a mackerel!"

Chuuya Nakahara subconsciously glanced back and realized he had been tricked when he found nothing behind him.

Just as he turned around, he heard Adai Bird exclaim, "[Kawakami] Santa fouled!"

Once Chuuya Nakahara regained his attention, he saw—

Suddenly, the front wheel of someone's colorful motorcycle drove onto a verdant road—countless vines grew wildly from the ground, instantly weaving a plant bridge over the cliff edge, directly crossing three bends!

Her motorcycle sped across the lush, green vine bridge, and as she drove, she kept retracting the road behind her.

We must never aid the enemy!

Chuuya Nakahara suddenly smiled.

It wasn't a happy laugh, but rather a laugh that sounded like "you're doomed."

He snorted coldly, and the black motorcycle became lighter under his supernatural power.

Are you trying to defy gravity?

The next second, his motorcycle flew straight over the cliff she had just crossed, quickly chasing after Zhu Yu's motorcycle.