Tokyo Trickster

The thief realized that this guy might be preparing to follow him home.

Since he was able to find out about this coffee shop, he probably already knows his address... Gao Canbei, you have done so many bad things.

Ryuji Sakamoto was soon scolded by the store manager and sent back to the storage room to continue working.

Amamiya Ren silently finished the coffee in her hand and watched the half of the love heart shrink until it disappeared.

He stood up, said goodbye to the store manager, and ran away from LeBron.

Xijian Qinyin looked at his back as he left, a little dazed.

"What's your name?" Sakura Jiawei asked in a panic.

"Shiomi. Shiomi Kotone."

"Yeah. I'm the guardian of that guy Sakura Jiawei-san in Tokyo. Did he mention it to you?"

"No......"

"Then what are you still sitting here for? Go find him!" Sakura Jiawei Zenmu looked at Nanjian Qinyin's back, "That guy must be interested in you. Love is best a two-way affair. Blind pursuit by one person will only lead to giving up in exhaustion."

"What if he doesn't like me?" Xi saw a hint of sadness in Qinyin's eyes, and she didn't know whether it was a true expression of her feelings or she did it on purpose.

"You haven't run yet, so how do you know you can't reach the end?" Sakura Jiawei sifted the Daifuku she packed, "I tell you, Amamiya must be waiting for you outside, he hasn't gone far. The way he looked at you, he definitely has feelings for you."

Xijian Qinyin was a little stunned, "You..."

"I've been worried for a long time that the guy, who has become famous at such a young age, will become a bad boy with a disordered private life in the future," Sakura Jia Weishang said with a chuckle, "Although this is our first meeting, you are a very clean and lovely girl. With you around, I feel a lot more at ease."

"Um...oh..." Xijian Qinyin didn't know how she left LeBron.

On the street of Shigenjaya, Amamiya Ren, wearing her school uniform, stood next to a telephone pole and tapped on her cell phone screen.

"There's someone at home." He pretended to be calm.

"I don't care." Xijian Qinyin thought they were Amamiya Ren's parents.

"Then..." Amamiya Ren took a deep breath. He looked at the reply from Lavenda on the phone and fell into a struggle.

【Lavenda: I want to meet your girlfriend. 】

(I haven’t updated much recently because I was stuck. I’ve been thinking about how to make Sakamoto Ryuji’s story as interesting as possible. I think I’ve found the feeling. I’ll update something big tomorrow.)

Dry weather: 122. Engine sound (3.2K)

The scenario currently being played out in the Amemiya family:

Young Mother

"Girlfriend from a Foreign Land"

"Unforgettable Quarrel: Part 1: Shameless and Scumbag",

"The Phantom Thief in a Dilemma",

......

The Last Supper.

The next day, Kotone Shiomi called the moving company and moved into Amamiya Ren's high-end apartment.

Lavenda moved out of Amamiya Ren's bedroom.

The three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment now has a layout of three kingdoms.

The Phantom Thief, with two slap marks, one large and one small, on his face, which had already subsided but still caused phantom pain, took his laptop and fled to Inokashira Park for refuge.

Today is the weekend. Kotone Shiomi is not going to school or attending the training at the firm. She is sitting in the living room playing Mario Kart with Lavenda.

The atmosphere was as strange as gasoline about to be ignited.

Amamiya Ren sighed as she sat in a fast food restaurant, chewing on a hamburger. The calorie bomb of cheese and beef filling gave her a brief sense of satisfaction at noon when she was hungry. Outside the window was a street with falling leaves. The pale sunlight fell in, reflecting a bright and soft rainbow halo on the polished table.

The TV hanging in the lobby was playing the finals of the Intel Extreme Masters, the highest tournament of StarCraft 2. The commentator was so excited that he even spoke in a Kanto accent.

"Ricardo's swarm is still advancing. He broke through Maru's defenses. Poison fog filled the sky. The huge swarm locked the Terran people in this narrow intersection! The Bull broke through the front of Baldy and Thor, and the Dog and the Poison Exploder rolled through the ghost soldiers and tanks behind them! Maru can't wait for his next buyback, and his remaining troops can't wait for his next assembly. The wormhole opened in Maru's main mine, and Ricardo is demolishing his base!!!"

"Let us congratulate Lu Mingfei from China for successfully defending his title. This is his third IEM championship, which may become an insurmountable milestone in the history of the game StarCraft."

Lavenda didn't make him a lunch box, so he had to figure out how to deal with it himself.

Amamiya Lian watched the big boy on the TV screen holding up the trophy, smiling in a somewhat embarrassed and awkward manner, responding sloppily to the questions from the plump European and American host, and hurriedly ran off the podium. A black-haired girl hugged him...

It's hard to associate this shy guy with the ferocious, brutal, sinister and treacherous Zerg player in the broadcast.

The thief picked up the unfinished Coke, left the fast food restaurant, and followed the guide to the cobblestone path by the lake. In front of him, there were a few girls carrying easels, cloth bags, and cameras, chatting.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

"what?"

"That's it, the legend of the Phantom Thieves of the Hearts!"

"Oh, of course, I remember it happened once before in our school..."

"You mean Sasaki-san? He received the legendary warning letter, and then he immediately repented and turned himself in to the police station. It's really scary. I didn't expect him to do such a thing..."

"He imprisoned and abused many girls. I heard that his father, who was a prosecutor, has resigned."

"How amazing... The Phantom Thieves of the Heart."

Amamiya Ren pulled up his scarf, took out his cell phone and took pictures of the lake. He was just a tourist.

When the wind blows, the lake water wrinkles into thousands of layers, like the coffee liquid swirling in a moka pot.

Sakura Jiawei was so embarrassed that he moved away from the utensils. He subconsciously called out to the store employees, "Sakamoto, help me clean the kitchen."

No one responded.

"Sakamoto?" He went up to the attic. He was not sleeping in. When did he go out?

Sakura Jia Weishan encouraged Si Yongyu Yunzhu, "Hey, this child, he didn't say a word, it really makes me worry."

In the gymnasium near Shigenjaya, Ryuji Sakamoto was sweating profusely on the track.

Whenever he was upset, he would try to run to forget the bad things, such as being questioned by the teacher in class and being laughed at by the whole class, or LeBron's week's salary being stolen in an old-fashioned laundry without surveillance.

He looked at the finish line just around the corner, just crossed it, and started a new lap.

Ryuji Sakamoto hasn't been home for nearly two months.

I desperately want to prove myself, to prove myself to the woman who always thinks of me as a child, and to tell her through my actions that I am capable and am working hard to share the responsibilities of the family.

He knew that what he was doing was childish, even unreasonable.

But Ryuji Sakamoto only knows track and field.

He has poor grades, is not as popular among girls as Amamiya Ren, and does not have particularly good eloquence.

No, I'm just a stubborn guy.

The red plastic track quickly enlarged and then faded away in the field of vision.

If I can't even run well, then I'll be a failure.

"This is the only way to prove my 'growth'." He thought, and even the rise and fall of his chest became stable, his breathing was even and steady, and his steps were rhythmic.

Bang, bang. The sound of the train connecting with the track came from a little further away.

Ryuji Sakamoto crossed the finish line again, and seemed to be heading towards a bright future.

Towards a bright future. This is the fifth time the sales manager has said this in a meeting this week.

This is an office building near Seijo in Setagaya-ku. The company that rents it is "KCE Tokyo (KCET)" under Konami Corporation. It is currently actively contacting major manufacturers to participate in the development of new works in the "Metal Gear" series. The representative game of "KEC Osaka", which was founded at the same time as it, is "Daigo Goemon".

"Minister Songgang, this is a new project I discovered. It really has great potential—"

"Xigu!"

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man who was called the team leader wiped his glasses. He looked at the heavy project plan in his hand and showed obvious annoyance. "Megaten? Is this the game you like? Putting the RPG mode into..."

"Mr. Songgang, its biggest selling point should be..."

"Shut up! Nishitani, you are the leader of Development Team 1. Just focus on the development of Metal Gear Solid. This topic ends here!"

The minister slammed the table exaggeratedly and finally got his capable subordinate to leave.

He glanced inconspicuously at the corner of the office.

Ha, I finally saved this guy.

Songgang thought with lingering fear that the development of the new Metal Gear Solid game had already made Nishitani dissatisfied. This guy was really a perfectionist who kept striving for perfection, but he could also feel the current atmosphere in the company and he actually wanted to use this method to imply his dissatisfaction.

It was clever, but not enough. Minister Songgang understood better than anyone that the so-called "New Metal Gear" was just a gimmick to make money. It was essentially a rushed junk product that consumed the value and reputation of the IP in exchange for short-term huge profits.

For the production team who love games and their works, this is simply stifling their success, efforts and creativity.

But no one can stop the intentions of those who carry out the policy.

They are at the top of society, a class built up by money accumulated over a long period of time. This is a barrier that ordinary people cannot cross in their entire lives.

The president of KCE Tokyo went crazy. Every department leader thought the same.

It is unknown what means the young man who was parachuted into the position of president used to obtain a high dividend ratio and the copyrights of many popular IPs from the board of directors.

He placed cameras throughout the work area, monitored the staff's computers, issued one order after another arrogantly, refused to accept anyone's objections, and opposed the resignation and vacation of all employees - gang members from Shibuya district actually intervened in this job, threatening with violence and position, and through a reign of terror, he became a veritable dictator and tyrant.

In this closed office building, despair spreads. There is no leisure time, and they can only work overtime endlessly like hard labor. If they slack off a little, they will be "beaten" and "robbed" by gangsters.

The president has already found a way to flee the country. As long as he can cash in this huge amount of money, he will immediately go to the United States and become a free and wealthy man.

"What a fascinating power... It's great that Shitong Zhengyi sent you here! You can deal with those old men silently and even make them sign the contract willingly."

He laughed wildly.

The tanned boy bowed slightly and left the office, the calm expression on his face quickly turning into strong disgust.

"Disgusting insects."

Behind the office door, there was a curse that no one heard.

At the same time, a woman with some gray in her hair was being beaten by gangsters.

"30,000 Yao, this is the punishment for delaying the project," the tattooed bald man smoked a cigarette and looked at her with a sneer, "Why, you don't want to pay? Then keep fighting."

The colleagues who used to be on good terms with me were all silent at this time and continued to be busy with their own work.

"Brother Kuraki!" One of his men found a pile of documents in the woman's desk, "This guy really has no money!"

"Really?" Kuraki held a cigarette in his mouth. "Then find a way to contact her family. Humph, we should be able to squeeze some money out of them."

"Do we do this...?"

"Boss Jincheng has instructed that this place is for making money. Just be bold and don't make too much noise."

"Haha, since the boss said so, then..."

The woman who had accepted her fate suddenly began to struggle, which made the gangsters even more excited. "Sure enough, her family has some money!"

"Bring me her cell phone."

"What's the password?" Kuraki showed a cruel smile, took out the burning cigarette butt from his mouth, and gestured near Ms. Sakamoto's eyes.

Ms. Sakamoto just shook her head, her face pale.

"If you don't want to talk," the gangster concluded with regret, "we have a way to make you talk."

(More to come)

Dry weather: 123. Chariot of Revenge (Part )

What nice weather!

Xijian Qinyin glanced at the bright sunshine outside the window, thinking to herself, but she clicked the handle.

On the big screen is Mai Shiranui who is constantly trying to test her opponent's moves.

Lavenda controlled Iori Yagami with an expressionless face. A skilled Shadow Dance followed by a double outer style and a hundred style pushed Mai Shiranui into the corner and forced her to defend.

But just when she was stiff in her combo, Mai Shiranui quickly rushed out and used a set of gorgeous control and special moves to pin Iori Yagami into the corner and knock him out of the Ten Cut.

Changing roles is another back-and-forth game.

The score between the two sides reached a fierce 5:5.

All the resentment towards Amamiya Ren and towards each other was vented in this electronic fight.