What does it have to do with me if they hate vests?

Haruta Masaki, who was holding a bag in his hand, saw Chishou Natsuyo standing in the living room wrapped in a bath towel. He was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Are you done so soon? I thought you would take a short bath or something."

Seeing that he did not leave, the girl felt as if she had found something she had lost, but she only smiled faintly: "Have you ever seen a ten-year-old child who can take a bath patiently?"

"makes sense."

Haruta Masaki nodded in agreement - for a child, not being able to play in a full bath was like the torture of 'having to count to one hundred before getting out'.

Then he picked up the plastic bag in his hand and said, "I bought you a set of replacement clothes at a nearby children's clothing store. Well, considering that you will be living here permanently in the future, it would be better to prepare a few more sets. However, your aesthetic taste may be different from mine, so let's go buy the rest together later."

"You don't have to worry about it." Chishou Natsuyo said in a low voice, a little apologetically, "I can wear any clothes, even if they are second-hand or don't fit me."

Before she was adopted and assigned by IISO, she had wandered around the outskirts of Tokyo. At that time, it was considered good enough to have clothes to cover her body. Even though she had normal clothes to wear later, she did not "go from frugality to luxury, but from luxury to frugality", and she could still wear any clothes.

"Don't say that. Anyway, try changing it first."

Haruta Masaki stuffed the bag in his hand into the girl's arms, pushed her into the bathroom, and waited outside.

After a while, Chishou Natsuyo, who had changed her clothes, came out.

At this moment, the girl looked like an ugly duckling turning into a white swan, giving people a bright feeling.

She was wearing a goose yellow princess dress similar to the Lolita style, with layers of ruffles and cute tassels dotted around her body, and a big bow on the back. With her cute face with a little baby fat, she looked like a doll from a fairy tale, emitting cute rays that could make everyone fall into loli control.

However, unlike before when every move revealed a maturity and freshness far beyond her actual age, Chishou Natsuyo now looks a little shy. Even when she was only wrapped in a bath towel before, she was not so embarrassed. As a result, this shy look made her face blush slightly, making her look even more adorable overall.

Chapter 206: Are there any more experts?

"Can I change back into my original clothes?"

Chishou Natsuyo, who no longer had that calmness, tugged at the corner of her clothes and said with some embarrassment.

"Unfortunately, no."

Haruta Masaki said seriously, "Although the 'protozoan virus' does not exist, there is no guarantee that your clothes will carry other bacteria and viruses, so they must be disposed of."

"That's it."

Chishou Natsuyo whispered, accepting the reality somewhat helplessly.

"Since you don't like this dress, then we can go out and buy a new one together... Although there's still some time before lunch, if you're hungry, we can eat in advance."

Haruta Masaki said with a smile.

"No, no need..."

The girl was about to refuse, but her stomach made a gurgling sound, making her face even redder.

In Chiju Natsuyo's impression, the last time he ate was indeed a long time ago, especially since he had experienced such a fierce battle before his death, his body had long been unable to keep up with the consumption.

Haruta Masaki smiled, took the girl to the garage, and drove an inconspicuous private car out onto the street.

He didn't take the girl to any particularly expensive restaurant, but instead bought some snacks like takoyaki along the way while heading towards the outer circle of Tokyo.

Looking at the road in front of her that seemed familiar yet unfamiliar, Chizu Natsuyo understood that Haruta Masaki wanted to take her to have a good look at "Tokyo in this world."

It was only when she arrived near the outskirts of the city and saw only the rolling hills in the distance, which looked vast and empty, instead of the huge tombstones like those in the old world that she had traveled through, that Chishou Natsuyo finally felt that she was no longer in her original world.

Haruta Masaki also checked the girl's expression. Seeing that she seemed to have accepted the reality, he felt relieved and took her to the nearby shopping street.

There is no need for expensive Michelin stars. Compared with those flashy recommendations, Haruta Masaki trusts his own taste more. The best restaurant nearby is actually a ramen restaurant located in the corner of the shopping street. However, it is hidden quite deep, so generally only ramen lovers know of its existence.

"Boss, give me two servings of ramen, with lots of vegetables and harder noodles - what flavor do you like, Xia Shi? I recommend the red miso pork bone and salt-flavored clear soup."

Haruta Masaki asked the girl.

"Don't add chashu to the garlic ramen."

Chiju Natsuyo answered loudly.

"Oh, what great taste," said Haruta Masaki happily.

The girl, who had attracted countless people's attention along the way because of her princess dress and delicate and cute little face, thought she had become numb to other people's gazes, but at this moment she clearly felt a hostile gaze.

Although the hostility has not reached the extreme level of being regarded as a monster in the original world, the dissatisfaction is clearly expressed.

She looked carefully in the direction of the sight, and saw a female customer who seemed to be waiting for her ramen to be served.

It is rare to see a woman alone in a place like a ramen restaurant. Most women don’t like such oily and salty food. It is even rarer that the other person looks like a high school girl.

Even Haruta Masaki noticed Xia Shi's gaze and subconsciously glanced over there, muttering in confusion: "Isn't it class time now? Why would someone skip school to eat ramen..."

However, the school uniform the other person was wearing was not Toyonosaki's, so he didn't care too much.

"Koizumi-san, your ramen is here."

At this time, the chef of the ramen restaurant had already served the girl's ramen to her.

The young man silently took out a rubber band, tied his hair into a ponytail, and began to enjoy the ramen he ordered in big mouthfuls.

I have to say that she eats quite well. She eats ordinary ramen as if it were a delicacy, as if every bite brings great satisfaction and pleasure to her body and mind.

With such talent, if he were to engage in food broadcasting, he would definitely attract countless fans and become a top star.

The large portion of ramen was quickly finished by her.

The girl took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth, then raised her hand to order: "General, another serving of clear soup garlic ramen."

"Hey, Koizumi-san, can you still eat more?" the ramen shop manager asked in surprise.

"As for ramen, I can eat any amount." The girl raised her chin with some pride.

"Should we reduce the portion? Or order less noodles or vegetables or something like that," the store manager suggested.

"No need," the girl named Koizumi said in a slightly intoxicated tone, "The soup, noodles, vegetables, barbecued pork, and even the small spoonful of pickles and half an egg are all the best proportions carefully prepared by our predecessors! Only by eating it this way can you experience the true essence of ramen!"

Chiju Natsuyo looked at the other person in silence: Could it be that the other person's hostility towards her was just because she said she didn't want to add barbecued pork?

"You're right!"

Before the store manager could say anything, another voice was heard from the store door.

A pink-haired girl wearing the same uniform as Koizumi, but in a different style, came to the front of the stage with shining eyes and said, "This is how ramen tastes good!"

However, unlike the one named Koizumi, Haruta Masaki recognized the uniform she was wearing.

That was a school called Shuchiin. Kaguya Shinomiya, with whom I had worked quite happily before, was a student there. That school was quite far from here, so I didn't know why this person appeared here.

Speaking of Shinomiya Kaguya, although she has been managing the properties assigned to her well, she seems to have not returned to school yet, and no one knows what she is doing with that golden-haired maid.

"Ms. Fujiwara, you're here again..."

The ramen shop owner seemed startled by the other party's appearance.

"That's right, General! Please give me one portion too, clear soup garlic ramen!" The pink-haired girl looked at the ramen shop owner with eyes shining with a mysterious light.

The latter was a little surprised: "But doesn't Miss Fujiwara usually eat red miso tonkotsu ramen?"

“Sometimes I want to challenge a high-end game!”

The girl said excitedly, "Is that all right, General?"

"Well, if that's what the customer wants..."

Naturally, the store manager would not refuse a customer's order.

Just at this time.

“The garlic ramen in the clear soup is better without the barbecued pork~”

With a soft shout, a bowl of steaming ramen was placed in front of Chiju Natsuyo.

When the pink-haired girl heard the roll call, she looked at Chishou Natsuyo in surprise and said in astonishment: "There are still masters?!"

Chapter 207 Age is not a problem

For some reason, the pink-haired girl seemed to have developed a strange friendship with the other ramen enthusiast.

Although Shiki himself is a person who likes to join in the fun, but now as 'Haruta Masaki', in order to prevent Xia Shi from being drawn into some strange whirlpool, he quickly left with the little guy after Xia Shi finished eating ramen.

"Although I would like to take you shopping for a while this afternoon, unfortunately I still have things to do," he took out a few Fukuzawa Yukichi notes and stuffed them into the girl's hands, "Take this phone and pocket money first."

Seeing that the girl took the phone but subconsciously wanted to push the money back, he winked at Xia Shi and said, "Don't be in a hurry to refuse. I haven't lived in that house much, and there are many daily necessities missing. You can add some according to the situation. This money can be regarded as the start-up capital for the new home."

Chishou Natsuyo sighed with a mature attitude that didn't match her appearance: "Since you said so, I have no choice but to accept it, right?"

However, the little girl's delicate and tender face like a doll and the princess dress she was wearing made her expression look like a 'child trying hard to act like an adult', which made her even more adorable.

"...Um, why did you suddenly touch my head?" The girl raised her head, staring at Haruta Masaki with her clear black and white eyes.

"Well, because your head is right here?" Haruta Masaki thought for a moment and said seriously.

"What's with that mountaineer-like talk..." The girl sighed, seeming a little tired.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to spend some time with you, but I'm a little busy lately." Haruta Masaki gave a guilty smile, "I'll make it up to you later when I have time."

"There's no need to think that way. I don't care."

Chishou Natsuyo shook her head, not a trace of unhappiness visible on her little face.

"I would be sad if you rejected me so decisively."

"…I'm sorry, maybe I didn't express myself well." The girl reached out and pulled Haruta Masaki's hand on her head to her face, squinting her eyes to feel the warmth of his hand: "Being able to be like ordinary people, no longer being looked at with fear and disgust by others, and having the right to choose my own future, this kind of life is something I didn't dare to imagine in my dreams, and you helped me realize it... I am really very grateful to you."

"You must be a very capable person to be able to do such a thing. It would be too shameless for me to continue to act like a spoiled child and try to occupy your time, so this is enough."

The girl's slightly raised face made her serious face look much gentler, and her watery eyes were also full of gentleness: "The rest is my job. Although it is too early to say this now, one day, I will become a great person with my own efforts, and let me enter your field of vision as 'Chishou Natsuyo' instead of 'another world person'."

Haruta Masaki was silent for a moment and shook his head: "I don't have the ability to shoulder the responsibility of other people's lives. It's best for you to choose your own future..."

"This is my choice."

"But you're only ten."

"A newly built airport has witnessed more sincere kisses than a long-established wedding hall, and a newly built hospital has heard more sincere prayers than a century-old church. Age has never been a problem. Even at the age of ten, I have witnessed a more cruel reality than most people will in their entire lives."

Chishou Natsuyo said stubbornly: "So I can assert that even my future self will not regret the choice I made now."

In fact, compared to those shocking battlefields, the broken and horrific corpses, and the ferocious and vicious monsters, the girl has always felt that the malice from other humans is what she fears the most.

The former can only destroy these cursed children physically, while the latter can deny their existence spiritually and even conceptually, turning them into non-human beings.

Therefore, many initiators have a strong tendency to self-destruct. At that time, they might choose to die in battle as the last resort, perhaps because of this factor.

"You're just a kid, the future is still far away."

Haruta Masaki pulled back his hand and smiled: "Maybe everything you saw was just fake, and I just want to use you?"

"Humans live in an illusory world. The sun we see is only the sun eight minutes ago, the moon we see is the moon 1.3 seconds ago, and the building one kilometer away is the one that existed five microseconds ago. Even you in front of me, I can only see you three nanoseconds ago."

The girl subtly misinterpreted Haruta Masaki's meaning and said with a faint smile, "So I don't care whether it's false or not, as long as the most important thing is correct - you saved me from that hell - that's all."

Therefore, Masaki Haruta is her hero who rescued her from that hell and allowed her to come to this peaceful world where even those with red eyes, representing the child of the curse, will not be treated maliciously by others.

"Really? You're very easy to be deceived like this." Haruta Masaki threatened her, "Be careful or I'll sell you out without you even knowing it."

"How much do you plan to sell me for?" The girl said happily, "I can help you count the money."

"…Forget it, I'll take you back first."

Haruta Masaki felt that if he continued to argue with Chiju Natsuyo, there would definitely be a very bad conclusion, so he decisively skipped the topic.

"I want to walk around outside for a while..."

The girl said softly.

"Of course you can, but do you still remember your home address?" asked Haruta Masaki.

Xia Shi quickly gave out a string of addresses, even knowing exactly how to get there by tram.

"We drove here, right?" Haruta Masaki was surprised: "How do you know which train station to get off at?"

"I remember all the tram platforms I passed by when I went out before. I can guess the rest by comparing them with the tram route map in the newsstand."

The girl answered casually without taking it seriously.

Haruta Masaki left with a look of shock on his face - he was not worried about the girl's safety. When he summoned Chiju Natsuyo to this world just now, the skills and physique the girl showed were enough to easily knock down three or five adult men.

After watching Haruta Masaki leave, Chiju Natsuyo took out the cell phone that Haruta Masaki gave her and tried to call several numbers she remembered from the previous world, but either the numbers were invalid or the person who answered the phone was wrong.

After confirming once again that she was no longer in her original world, the girl sighed again, then pulled out a piece of paper torn from a flyer from the pocket hidden in the folds of her skirt.

She cleared her throat and called the number on the flyer.

"Hello, is this the U149project studio?"