Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

"Then it's decided, go to Tokyo University!" Mo Qiuran made the decision.

Eri held up the notebook, her face showing obvious anticipation: [Okay!]

Yuan Zhisheng chose to hang up.

Chapter 4 Otsutsuki Ichiraku? New projection - Uchiha Sasuke! (k)

The previous street gunfight did not affect the nightlife of Dongda, probably because the Sheqi Eight Clan attacked quickly, the criminals fled quickly, and there was a rumor that [Actually, this is the latest series of "Fast and Furious"! I heard the classic soundtrack!] that was widely circulated, and many people who were affected or not affected said that this incident did happen.

Since Eri is here, they obviously can't go to places like izakayas, bars, and nightclubs, as alcohol makes them lose their minds, and judging from the looks of Mo Qiuran and his group, it is obvious that they are at the "easy to get into trouble" level.

It's not that they are afraid of trouble... What trouble do these three A and S levels need to be afraid of when walking on the road? As long as they want, they can even sweep Tokyo! But just like seeing rat shit falling into porridge will make you lose your appetite, there is naturally no need to mix such a beautiful moment with a mouthful of disgusting things.

Eri walked on the road holding her little duck and little notebook tightly. The colorful lights reflected in her eyes as pure as glass, creating the most magnificent gems in the world.

She looked at everything around her absorbedly. This was a beautiful sight created by the wisdom of human civilization. Most people had already gotten used to it. In comparison, the mobile phone in their hands might be more attractive. But for this girl... this was her long-cherished dream that finally came true.

The world outside, the colorful world, the free air, and... the feeling of being able to do whatever you want!

Beside her, Yuan Zhisheng, wearing a long black trench coat, was giving off an aura of keeping strangers away, while Mo Qiuran was holding a huge map and a travel brochure and muttering something. Yuan Zhisheng said that he didn't really want to listen, but Mo Qiuran's words always reached his ears, just like chanting, which was unclear and particularly irritating.

"There's a snack bar nearby, let's go there!" Mo Qiuran folded the map and handed it to Eri, saying to her, "If there's any place you want to go, you can circle it on the map. You can take Eri to play there later!"

Eri happily took it and wrote "Thank you, brother" in the small notebook.

"This is what a brother should do. Saying thank you would be too distant, don't you think, Yuanjun?" Mo Qiuran said as he stabbed Yuan Zhisheng.

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

Where is my knife? !

This is the umpteenth time Yuan Zhisheng has silently repeated this sentence in his mind tonight.

Although the sword was hidden and hanging inside his windbreaker.

To him, it was more like a rage of impotence because he failed to make Eri come out happily while Mo Qiuran did it.

Mo Qiuran naturally understood this, so what he gave Yuan Zhisheng on this matter was more of a teasing ridicule rather than real blame. It's really great to tease an honest person!

As a Husky... no, as a seemingly neurotic but actually smart young man, Mo Qiuran, has his own way of judging people. Sometimes, saying strange things and doing strange things are not necessarily entirely out of his nature but rather a test... Doesn't this sound convincing?

……

The University of Tokyo, whose full name is the National University of Japan, but Mo Qiuran and his friends did not come here for the University of Tokyo this time. They came here for the prosperous living area next to the University of Tokyo, such as the delicious food and snacks.

Places with schools are naturally more prosperous, with a huge flow of customers that is enough to support many businesses, especially entertainment venues and snack food stores. On a summer night, the weather is slightly hot, and all kinds of food are steaming hot and fragrant. On such a street, a group of "uninvited guests" were welcomed, instantly attracting the attention of most people——

When you see a boy or girl on the street who is so good-looking that they could be a star, you will only subconsciously sigh, "This boy is so terrifying, his or her looks are not inferior to mine." Those who are more socially adept may take out their mobile phones to take pictures or directly ask for a photo... Of course, the latter is relatively rare, but what if five men and women who meet this standard suddenly come out?

Finkel, who had a full beard and tugged hair and looked like he hadn't taken care of his hair for a month, would naturally not be among them. In fact, he had a very good foundation. After all, he was once an A. But with the example of Lu Mingfei, no matter how good the foundation was, it could not withstand deliberate "low-key".

But the other five are enough to attract the same spotlight effect... some are handsome, some are beautiful, and more importantly, they all have different styles!

So much so that the spectators began to wonder if this was a variety show or an idol drama... Oh, variety shows are impossible, Japanese variety shows are always famous for ruining their image... So is this an idol drama? Are all these actors? Where did the crew come from? Why have I never heard of them before? Are they all newcomers? It seems that I have no impression of them at all!

"Isn't this chaotic environment inappropriate..." Ying was a little nervous, but she still spoke carefully. After all, as a secretary, she was responsible for everything, and minimizing the risks and possible impacts was one of them.

"Does Huili feel uncomfortable?" Mo Qiuran asked.

Eiry immediately wrote in her little notebook: [Very happy, there are a lot of people].

Of course she was happy, as could be seen from the cherry blossom-like smile on her face. Until now, she still seemed to feel like she was in a dream. After all, she had never thought that one day she would be able to walk freely on the street like this.

When the caged bird first comes out into the outside world, everything is new, curious and beautiful.

"Did you hear that?" Mo Qiuran patted Yuan Zhisheng who was sulking on the side.

"Huh?" Yuan Zhisheng was stunned.

"Eri said there were too many people!" Mo Qiuran raised his eyebrows, "As a brother at this time, shouldn't you show off your abilities? Don't say I didn't give you a chance!"

"..." Yuan Zhisheng looked at Mo Qiuran with suspicion in his eyes. Could this guy be so kind?

"Or you can do it my way. If there's an explosion or something like that, these people will panic and run away, right?!" Mo Qiuran saw Yuan Zhisheng's eyes and immediately said, "I can do that."

It's really okay for him to do it!

The problem is that after he did it, not only were there no more spectators or bystanders here, but I guess there would be no shop owners or the like either!

"Let me do it." Yuan Zhisheng said hurriedly. He was not worried at all that Mo Qiuran could not do such a thing... This guy was truly able to "do what he said".

"Let me ask you how you plan to come?" Mo Qiuran asked with narrowed eyes.

"Of course, let Sakura notify the people from the main family to clean up this place." Yuan Zhisheng answered subconsciously.

"Wrong, absolutely wrong!" Mo Qiuran stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of Yuan Zhisheng.

Yuan Zhisheng was stunned.

"Isn't this the quickest way to solve the problem?"

"This is certainly the fastest way to solve the problem, but you have to know how Eri feels!"

Mo Qiuran instantly transformed himself into a model brother and started tutoring Yuan Zhisheng, the real older brother. If it weren't for the wrong time and place, he would probably get a special classroom and hang up a banner such as [Tutorial on What a Model Brother Should Do to His Sister - Lesson 1] before starting to talk, but now he could only make do with it.

"Think about it, Eri wants to go out and have fun, right? She wants to go out and have fun because she's tired of the environment in Genji Heavy Industries. Now if you call the gangsters from the Snake Eight Clan to clear the area in order to reduce the number of people, normal people will definitely be scared, and basically everyone around will be from the Snake Eight Clan. In this case, what kind of experience is there, right? Wouldn't it be no different from being in Genji Heavy Industries?"

"...What you said makes sense." After thinking carefully, Yuan Zhisheng found that Mo Qiuran's words actually did not sound logically flawed or [Mo's unique logical chain]. He thought that this guy was actually normal and reliable at times besides being crazy, so he could only nod and say yes, and then asked, "What should we do now?"

"Of course we should go to places with fewer people. Is there any need to ask? No matter how many people there are in Dongda University, they can't fill every alley. No matter how handsome we are, we are not stars. At most, we can attract attention for a while, but no one will follow us." Mo Qiuran looked at Yuan Zhisheng with a look of disappointment, then shook his head and sighed, patting his shoulder, "I didn't expect that you didn't think of these things that need to be considered and such a simple method. I am really disappointed, Yuanjun! It seems that you still have a long way to go on the road to becoming a qualified good brother!"

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

Then who was it that proposed the explosion that scared everyone away?

Isn't it because of your outrageous suggestion that I thought of asking my family members to come over to make things more convenient and quick?

How can it be repaired?

Yuan Zhisheng stared at Mo Qiuran and felt that he must have been crazy just now. He actually thought that this guy's brain circuits could be normal sometimes!

Then he received a critical hit from Eiry, who seemed a little confused. Eiry wrote in her little notebook, "I want to go to an alley with fewer people."

Isn't this equivalent to thinking that Mo Qiuran's plan is more in line with her wishes?

Damn it, it seems that as a brother I really didn’t consider Eri’s feelings enough... It’s such a shame that I was defeated by this psychopath!

Yuan Zhisheng looked at Mo Qiuran with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes. As a strong man, he would never resist admitting failure, even though he had never failed before... even... when facing him.

In short, now, Yuan Zhisheng is serious. He regards Mo Qiuran as a strong enemy, and he will try his best to win!

This is the least I should do as Eri's brother! Gen Chisei thought.

……

Just as Mo Qiuran said, no matter how big Tokyo University is, it can't fill every alley in the snack city with people. Some alleys still have few people coming and going, and those people who admire their good looks only stop at taking a few photos... Yuan Zhisheng said there is no need to worry, Kaguya will detect and invade their mobile phones, and their photos will be blurry.

As for Mo Qiuran jumping up and saying that they were violating citizens' privacy rights and other such funny behaviors, I will not mention them anymore...

After several turns, the bustling lights and noisy voices gradually faded away, and they finally came to a gradually quiet street. There were not many people here, and there was no heavy smell of oil smoke or various perfumes. At this time, a fresh fragrance surrounded them and penetrated into their noses. The obvious contrast quickly attracted Mo Qiuran's attention.

It was a small car parked on the side of the road, steaming hot, with a few tables and chairs next to it. It was a small stall selling ramen.

"Speaking of which, Japanese tonkotsu ramen seems to be quite famous?" Mo Qiuran stroked his chin and looked at Eri, "Eri, do you want to eat it?"

"It's obviously you who wants to eat it!" Yuan Zhisheng thought.

【Eat together】

Eri wrote in a small notebook.

"Okay then, Boss! Boss! Business is coming!" Mo Qiuran made the decision and walked towards the car.

The boss was originally sitting on a small stool at the back of the cart, and no one knew what he was doing. After hearing Mo Qiuran's shout, he stood up. Through the street lights and the lights on the cart, and through the steaming hot air, Mo Qiuran saw that it was an elderly man with wrinkles on his forehead, wrinkled hands with age spots, and a slightly hunched body, but his eyes were particularly bright.

Looks...very familiar.

This thought subconsciously flashed through Mo Qiuran's mind, and then he was suddenly stunned again, because a new temporary projection appeared in the system space, and Mo Qiuran recognized the identity of the projection in an instant!

It was an anime character, a man with dark blue semi-long hair, a handsome and angular face, and a cold expression somewhat similar to Chu Zihang. There was a metal plate with a mark on his forehead, and there was a horizontal scratch on the mark.

And that pair of blood-red eyes!

Sharingan!

Sasuke Uchiha!

So, in full view of the crowd, Mo Qiuran's expression changed drastically. He took a step back and jumped, then raised his hand and pointed directly at the ramen stand owner, and said word by word with a serious face: "It's you! Otsutsuki Ichiraku!"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the smile that had just appeared on the face of the ramen stall owner froze in an instant: "???"

Maybe it was because Mo Qiuran's expression was too serious, Yuan Zhisheng and others subconsciously began to be wary of the ramen stall owner. After all... Mo Qiuran had just proved his strength not long ago, and what kind of person could he be who could make him take him so seriously?

In the tense atmosphere, Gen Chisei held the Spider-Kri inside his windbreaker and blocked Eri behind him.

The ramen stall owner saw Yuan Zhisheng's actions, his eyes fixed, and he slowly reached under the cart.

Chapter 4 King General (k)

The situation was at a stalemate for a moment, but after seeing the ramen stall owner's right hand reaching into the invisible bottom of the car and being enveloped by heat, Yuan Zhisheng was ready to act, because he didn't know what the other party had hidden under the car. If it was a gun, wouldn't that be terrible!

It’s better to strike first!

So Yuan Zhisheng drew his sword and swung it in a circle. When the Spider Cut was unsheathed, it was as if a thunderclap exploded in the air. The dazzling light refracted from the tip of the sword enveloped him, like the sun, and the sharp slash made a sharp whistle in the air!

Yuan Zhisheng was very confident in his knife. If everything was a misunderstanding, he could stop his knife at the last second. And if the opponent really had a problem, this attack would be a preemptive strike!

However, with two "clang" sounds, the dazzling blow like the sun was blocked. What blocked this fierce blow was a black iron rod in the hands of the ramen stall owner!

Because of the material, this ordinary iron rod should not be able to block the alchemical knife in Yuan Zhisheng's hand. But sometimes, for a true master, even a street lamp can be used to knock the heads of various challengers. The master is not bound by the shape of the object. Obviously, the ramen stall owner is such a person. Yuan Zhisheng can see it clearly -

When he launched the slashing attack, the boss took out the black iron rod from under the cart and rushed forward to meet him. He was the first to arrive, and when the two were about to fight, he suddenly increased his speed. The first blow hit the blade of Spider Cutter heavily, and the huge force directly offset most of the force of Spider Cutter's slashing attack. Then the second blow was to hold the blade, thus completely breaking Yuan Zhisheng's slashing attack!

At this moment, Gen Chisei seemed to have returned to the time when he had just started learning Kendo more than ten years ago. The Inuyama family head who taught him Kendo was able to do such a thing with just his physical strength.

At present, the Inuyama family would not be able to do this without using the words. As the "Amaterasu of Nobuo", Genjiro possesses powerful blood power. His speed and strength are among the best among the hybrids!

As for Mo Qiuran...that guy is just a freak, and a single exception cannot be used as evidence!

Yuan Zhisheng thought so, but now he was attacked by two different people in a short day. One was a freak "S" level from the headquarters, which was fine, and the other was the ordinary-looking ramen stall owner in front of him.

Yuan Zhisheng now understood that he was just a child in front of the old man, both in age, skills, and physical fitness. He felt the force of the spider chop rebounding from two consecutive heavy blows, almost making him unable to hold it. However, he also noticed that the ramen stall owner's hand holding the black iron rod seemed to have no strength, motionless, as steady as a rock!

So there are so many people who are better than me? Can I just run into two of them? Or is it that today is not a good day to travel?

Before today, Yuan Zhisheng was still very proud of his strength, at least he thought that he could be considered a top-ranked figure among the mixed-bloods, but he was just unwilling to fight for it and needed to hide it. If all the mixed-bloods were pulled out for a one-on-one fight, he would definitely be among the top. However, today, reality gave him two heavy slaps in the face, telling him that not only the wave behind him was bigger than him, but even the wave in front of him could crush him!

"Young man, don't be so clumsy about wielding swords and guns. This is my livelihood. You can't afford to pay for it if it is ruined!" The ramen stall owner gently picked up Yuan Zhisheng's Spider Cut and opened it. With a gloomy face, his eyes paused on the badge hanging on the end of the hilt of Yuan Zhisheng's Spider Cut, and said with a frown.

"Yes, yes, why do you always pull out a knife? We are here to eat ramen, not to fight, boss, don't you think I'm right?" Mo Qiuran decisively took the opportunity to stab him.

"Yes, yes, yes... wait, and you, stop pretending to be a good person here. What the hell was that...what was Otsutsuki Ichiraku!" The ramen stall owner subconsciously nodded in agreement, and suddenly realized that it was Mo Qiuran who said that. He pointed the finger at him again, walked out from behind the ramen stall, swung an iron rod up and down, making a whirring sound, and said.

"Otsutsuki Ichiraku is actually talking about hidden masters like you, boss!" Mo Qiuran said with a raised eyebrow, "The small hidden in the mountains, the great hidden in the city, it is obvious that you, boss, have a very high level of ideological awareness and moral standards!"

"Hey, hey, don't think that just because you say something nice like this now, I can let this matter go so easily!" The ramen stall owner's expression eased a little after hearing this, but there was still some anger left in his expression.

"It's all his fault. We just came here to eat ramen. If you want to fight the boss, just fight him!" Mo Qiuran threw the blame to Yuan Zhisheng without hesitation.

Yuan Zhisheng: "???"

Wait, where are you standing?

"Aren't you together?" The ramen stall owner probably felt that Mo Qiuran's behavior was a little weird, and couldn't help but ask.

"Um... we just met this morning, so we're not familiar with each other yet, not well!" Mo Qiuran thought for a while and said, as if the person who had sworn to Eiry an hour ago that "Your brother and I are good friends, so your brother is your brother and I am also your brother" and this "Mo's Logic" was not him.

Sure enough, not a single word that comes out of this guy’s mouth can be believed!

"Then they are still together?" said the ramen stall owner, narrowing his eyes.

"We are here to eat ramen! As soon as I saw that you didn't sell ramen in those crowded places, I knew that your skills must be very good, right? Because you uphold the principle that good wine needs no bush! We only accept customers who are destined to be our customers!" Mo Qiuran shook his head repeatedly.

The long paragraph of flattery made the corners of the ramen stall owner's mouth show signs of curling up. He coughed twice and said with a little restraint: "Ahem... since you said so... it would seem a bit unfair if I don't sell it to you... but... this guy, no!"

The ramen stall owner said the last sentence while staring at Yuan Zhisheng.

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

How can you fix it! Who wants to eat your noodles? If you don’t want to eat it, then don’t eat it!

However, at this moment, a small notebook was handed to him, with a line of beautiful small words written on it -

[Brother, put away your sword quickly, let’s eat noodles together]