Love is not as fun as World of Warcraft

A figure wearing a KFC paper bag on his head left the alley in front of the bar and walked quickly to an empty corner.

Then, Shirasaka walked out from the corner with a disappointed look on his face. He wiped the blood from the nose of some unlucky guy on his fist with a tissue, and then spat in disgust in the direction of the alley.

"A bunch of useless guys who don't even dare to commit crimes, yet they still have the right to call themselves the number one bad gang in Kamihama City? I think they're more like Kamihama's number one shock wave."

After putting the Kentucky Chicken paper bag back into his pocket, Shirasaka's expression showed no sign of improving.

The good news is that the growth brought by +1 to all attributes is more reliable than he imagined. The increase in strength alone is enough for him to easily defeat the several bad guys in this alley.

But the bad news is, maybe it's because these guys are not bad enough, even though Shirasaka almost twisted their heads off and beat them all into a deep coma, his experience bar didn't show any sign of increasing at all.

Of course, Shirasaka herself would never admit it. Another possibility is that she is not bad enough.

After all, compared to the guy who set himself on fire before, no matter how badly these bad guys were beaten by him, at least they were still alive, while that guy was really killed.

Perhaps if Shirasaka was a little more ruthless and killed these guys directly, there might be a chance for upgrading, but if possible, Shirasaka still doesn't want to be a madman who doesn't care about human life at all.

Bad people are stuck in a limbo. If they are really bad and hopeless, they should be called criminals. But if you say how good these people are, they are the kind that even dogs would hate.

Therefore, Shirasaka did not have any psychological burden for beating up these guys. Sooner or later, someone would teach them a lesson even if he didn't beat them up. All he did was to bring this step forward.

As for killing people, Shirasaka felt that he still had to consider it carefully, such as looking for any wanted criminals at large, then he could try his idea.

After figuring this out, Shirasaka let out a long breath. Facing several bad guys alone in a one-on-many situation was still a bit mentally stressful. After all, he was just a small, fragile guy with zero armor. If he really got hit, even if it wasn't fatal, the pain would last for half a day, right?

But this kind of practical skills is exactly what Shirasaka needs. After all, talking about it on paper is just theory. If you don't put it into practice, you will never know what strange variables may occur.

At least now, Shirasaka feels that if he fights these bad guys again, it will definitely be much easier than last time. This is the confidence he gains from the experience he had once.

"I'll try it again next time I have free time. I hope there will be a new batch of training tools by then."

Shirasaka, who had no idea that his actions would create a legend about the Paper Bag Knight among the Kamihama delinquent groups in the future, stretched himself, turned around and boarded the train to Kamihama City First Hospital.

There is still plenty of time. It is also time to go see the old friend who I met just last week, and to investigate the background of that uncle who was so blind that he insisted on giving me experience.

What a coincidence that these two are in the same place, which can be considered a kind of fate.

Following the hospital road that he had walked countless times, Shirasaka walked into the inpatient building skillfully as if he had returned home. After nodding to the two bodyguards guarding the door of the VIP area to confirm his identity, he easily arrived at the door of a pure white ward.

"Come in, the door is open."

Before he could knock on the door, a weak and cold female voice came from inside, causing Shirasaka to stop what he was doing.

After confirming that the person inside was not resting, Shirasaka walked in directly. He first frowned and opened the closed window for the girl lying on the bed. Then he sat down next to the bed and looked at the fruit on the bedside.

It's worthy of being the VIP ward reserved by the local famous Jiuzhong family. Just the fruits displayed here are so interesting that if they were placed outside, they would be high-end goods that would cost tens of thousands of yen.

“Are apples really that good looking?”

The girl lying flat on the bed had a beautiful face. Her short silver hair and somewhat sickly fair skin made her crystal-like face even more perfect.

The nobility that seemed like the most expensive luxury and the feeling of being broken that seemed like it could disappear at any moment were perfectly integrated in this girl, making her the most dazzling treasure in the world just by lying there.

But at this moment, a trace of blame and anger appeared on the little face that should have been flawless, and the look she gave Shirasaka was filled with visible dissatisfaction.

"It looks delicious."

As the person involved, Shirasaka seemed to have not noticed the girl's eyes that seemed to be about to spit fire at any time. He even reached out and took the apple from the fruit basket beside him, wiped it on his body, and looked like a starving ghost reincarnated.

"So, do you think the apple is prettier, or your sister lying in a hospital bed, who could die at any moment? You'd rather come over and look at this thing?"

Seeing Shirasaka in such a desperate state, the girl lying on the bed even started crying. She felt such a strong sense of brokenness, as if she would break into pieces in the next second.

"First of all, you're not my sister anymore. Secondly, I'm here and I won't watch you die."

Seeing that tears were really emerging in the corners of the girl's eyes, Shirasaka sighed and could only put down the apple in his hand helplessly. Then he reached out and held the girl's soft and boneless hand, and made a promise to her that he had made countless times before.

After all these years, I still can't beat her. Even though I know she is pretending, I still can't help but feel sorry for her.

"That's not certain. The doctor said it's a question whether I can survive this year. Lao Deng at home hasn't come to see me for weeks. The only person who cares about me has also cruelly not come for a few days. I might as well die than live."

The girl on the bed turned her head away in a huff, but she had no intention of pulling her hand away from Shirasaka's. Instead, she exerted a little force and held Shirasaka's palm, feeling the warmth coming from his palm.

"Just because they can't do it doesn't mean I can't."

Shirasaka's tone became unusually serious. Even though the girl on the bed spoke these words in a relaxed tone, her slightly trembling fingers did not seem to indicate what she said. No one could truly remain calm in the face of death.

"You've said this so many times, I'm almost getting calluses on my ears."

The girl tucked her head into the quilt and lowered her voice. However, her voice was no longer as arrogant as before, but had a bit of the weakness that a patient should have.

"Then can I be like those guys? When have I ever failed to do what I promised you?"

"Back then, you didn't want to be left in an orphanage to die, so I took you, a burden, and ran away from there. I raised you for seven or eight years, and you don't even remember this, right?"

Shirasaka rolled his eyes, but a nostalgic look came over his face as he spoke of the past.

His feat of climbing out of the trash can behind the hospital and into the orphanage was already miraculous, but the girl in front of him was no less impressive.

Born with one blind eye and crippled legs, he was able to survive in an orphanage where food and clothing were a problem. This was considered a rare talent.

Although I took care of her a lot later, it was also closely related to her own strong will.

Even when he escaped from the orphanage, this girl decisively followed him, completely disregarding the fact that they were all underage at the time and it was a problem for them to support themselves.

But at that time, she could at least lie on the cardboard under the bridge with me and imagine the future. How could she be like this now? What if I really ignored her and she looked like she was dying in front of me at any moment?

"Then when will you come again? I don't want to wait for death in this hospital anymore. Please take me away. I don't want to be Jiuchong Mozi anymore."

As if recalling the past like Shirasaka, the girl on the bed turned around and looked at the boy in front of her with longing eyes, just like when she held his hand and begged him in the orphanage.

"Not this time. We have to wait."

Shirasaka rubbed his brows. Every time he came here, he had to be clearly aware of one thing, that is, his golden finger was still useful. After all, there were some things that could not be solved by science alone.

At the very least, the skills in these Warcraft cannot be explained by science at all.

As long as any healing skill can be drawn, it means that the girl in front of him has the possibility of being cured. This is why Shirasaka is so concerned about upgrading.

"..."

"I'm kidding. The doctor said that as long as I'm willing to spend money, I can still survive for a long time. You know, the Jiuchong family lacks everything except money."

There was silence for a long time, so long that Shirasaka thought the girl in front of him had fallen asleep. Then the girl named Kunou Mozi raised her head and snorted arrogantly at Shirasaka, with a hint of boasting in her tone.

"I told you not to come see me for so many days. I feel so guilty about you being such a heartless person."

Poking Shirasaka's chest, Kunou Mozi gave him a disdainful smile.

"What you said is true. If I really had no conscience, how could I feel guilty? I'm not like someone who can do anything for his own benefit. Conscience and guilt don't exist at all."

"She was born to be a capitalist."

Shirasaka curled his lips and started bickering with the girl on the bed as usual. When it comes to being conscienceless, he is nothing compared to Kunou Mozi.

You know, it only took her two years to climb from a disabled illegitimate daughter abandoned by the Kunou family to half the person in power who holds one-third of the shares of the Kunou family. What cruel means she used during this period is something that Shirasaka doesn't even want to think about.

"So, do you prefer to call me by my former name, Shirasaka Moko, or by the current name you call me, Kunou Moko, a born black-hearted capitalist?"

With her eyes narrowed, a dangerous look was revealed in Kunou Mozi's eyes. Shirasaka knew very well that this was not much different from the legendary life-threatening question.

"Then I definitely prefer calling you Shirasaka Moko more. At least you'll be healthier then."

"Oh~ So Shirasaka likes Shirasaka Moko, I understand~"

As if she had heard some satisfactory answer, Jiu Tiao Mozi on the bed narrowed her beautiful eyes with a smile, and a sweet curve appeared on her lips.

Chapter 12 ⑨ Master Zhi

"Yes, yes, everything you said is right."

Shirasaka could certainly hear the hidden meaning in Kunou Moko's words, but he didn't want to force her to correct his thoughts. As long as she could smile from the heart like she was now, there was no need to delve into this detail.

"I'm just stating the facts."

Jiuzhong Mozi hid her little face under the quilt to prevent her smile from being too obvious, but her beautiful eyes kept their gaze on Shirasaka's face, as if she couldn't see enough.

"Looking at you like this, I know I don't have to worry about your health for the time being. I feel relieved."

With a somewhat doting smile, Shirasaka reached out to smooth the girl's messy hair on the bed, and a relieved expression appeared on his face.

Although Jiuchong Mozi's physical problems have no solution for the time being, what really affects her condition is her personal emotions.

After all, with so much money spent, even if all her illnesses aren't cured, it shouldn't be a big problem to keep her alive.

But if she doesn't want to live anymore, then no amount of money can solve the problem.

"If you come here often, my health will definitely get better. I'm just worried that someone will become obsessed with their widowed boss and forget about me, their former sister."

Only a pair of slightly narrowed eyes were revealed on the small face of Jiuzhong Mozi hidden under the quilt, but as she changed the subject, Shirasaka clearly felt a murderous intent that wished to eat him alive.

"He's rich and wealthy, and he's giving me a sensible little girl for free. He's saved thirty years of trouble in one go. Who wouldn't be tempted? Don't you think?"

The girl's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth. It was so cold and clear compared to before that it was hard to believe that it was the same person.

"..."

"This time, you even saved someone's daughter like a hero. Shouldn't the next step be the classic scene where you can't repay her with anything but your body? I remember you like this, right?"

Facing Shirasaka who was speechless, Kunou Mozi told him everything in detail as if she had experienced everything with him, and a dangerous red light flashed in her light brown eyes.

"Oh, I forgot. I've already been to someone's house this morning. I guess I've done everything I need to do. Should I call her sister-in-law when we meet next time?"

When she said this, Kunou Mozi's slender fingers were almost digging into Shirasaka's palm, and her tone became cold, as if she was talking to a dead person.

"No, you know all this? Isn't that a bit too much?"

The corners of Shirasaka's mouth twitched. It was not surprising to him that Kunou Mozi knew what happened yesterday. Given Kunou's family background, the guy in front of him would definitely get the news that he was taken away by the police.

But he had only met Wu Lu Yu Yi for less than half a day, and Jiu Chong Mo Zi already knew about it. This was a bit scary.

It was hard for Shirasaka not to suspect that this Kokonoe Moko's desire to control herself was a little too strong.

"There's no connection between what you did and how I knew this. You don't need to know how I knew this. Just answer me: do you think so?"

Jiuzhong Mozi's eyes subconsciously shifted downwards for a moment, but soon she remembered that this was the part where she tortured Baisaka, so how could he question her back?

"So, do you think I would do that? If I really needed those things, there would be a better option right in front of me, right?"

Shirasaka resisted the urge to smack Kunou Mozi's little head and rolled his eyes at her unhappily. This girl was just picking on him, just like a kid who didn't know how to be nice to his friends and could only use pranks to find topics for conversation.

"It better be true."

After hearing Shirasaka's answer, the aggressiveness in Kunou Mozi's tone obviously weakened a lot. It seemed that she was really worried that Shirasaka would feel disgusted with her because of this, so she changed the subject first.

"I've already helped you with the police investigation. That glowing thing on your body...is it okay?"

When talking about serious matters, Kunou Mozi's voice became much calmer, and she returned to the cold and indifferent look she had when Shirasaka came in, as if it was machine-synthesized.

Rather, this is how Jiuchong Mozi usually looks when facing other people. To her, except for a certain guy, other people or things are just chips on the table.

"It's okay. That's the reward I deserve for doing good things. Just think of it as proof that I've become stronger. It's completely beneficial and harmless."

There was no need to keep any secrets from the girl in front of him. Apart from not telling her about his identity as a time traveler and his golden finger, Shirasaka had already told her almost everything he needed to know.

After all, they had been sleeping in the same bed since they were little. Although Shirasaka knew that the girl in front of her was the kind of person who put profit above everything else, when she was with her, she was still like the little girl in her memory.

"Does that mean you've found the method you told me about before, which might be a way to cure me?"

Jiuzhong Mozi blinked. Just from Shirasaka's answer, she had already figured out some things.

She has always known that Shirasaka is hiding some unknown secrets, but Shirasaka is unwilling to say it out, so she can only infer some things through some subtle clues.

For example, Shirasaka never wavered in his belief that he could heal himself. It wasn't some fantasy to comfort himself, but it was as if he really was just missing something to be able to do it.

You have to know that Kunou Mozi, as someone who has lived with Shirasaka since childhood, knows Shirasaka's character very well. If he is not 100% sure, he will never say these words.

And now, the expression on Shirasaka's face when he said this was clearly the expression he would show when things were making progress.

"Maybe when you're better, you can consider becoming a detective. A detective who's rich and beautiful is a career that others haven't considered."

Shirasaka paused. These things were easy to happen when chatting with Kunou Mozi. She could easily deduce a lot of things from some details, thus saving a lot of unnecessary explanations.

But if you change your identity to that of a stranger, it would be a bit scary. Every move you make could expose your secrets. For most people, this is not a pleasant way of communication.

"That depends on when the Jiuchong family goes bankrupt. The old man in the family will not allow a noble Jiuchong family member to engage in such a profession. The reason I was allowed to meet you is because I hold one-third of the Jiuchong family's shares. I'd better forget about being a detective."

Jiuchong Mozi shook her head. When she talked about the Jiuchong family, her tone became cold again, as if this surname did not bring her the luxurious life she has today, but a cage.

Looking at her like this, it seems that she has really considered the possibility of this matter seriously, but due to the pressure of her status, she finally gave up this path.

"That's a shame. I was hoping I could play the role of Watson."

Shirasaka shrugged his shoulders and ended the topic half-jokingly.

"So your visit to the hospital this time isn't just to see me, right?"