Pha touched his butt with something, but he didn't react. The co-worker drank the freeloader, 329 woke up like a dream, and thanked the co-worker, but the other party gave him a disgusted look, turned his head and left. It seems that the other party just can't see this kind of thing, and doesn't mean to help the exile.
A few see the Outcasts as an outlet, and most of the rest see them as either street litter or a plague. Being ignored or hurt, this is 329's daily life, and now he doesn't think about the reasons for those hatreds.
329 didn't eat anything at noon, so he took a short nap during lunch time. He was very hungry in the afternoon, but his spirit was much better. This trade-off was very appropriate. He had seen people who lacked sleep being sucked into the machine more than once. Sometimes those people would survive, but for 329, the lack of an arm and the cost of treatment for such an injury was enough to give him a pass to the Omega Sanctuary.
In the evening, he went to his locker and found that the locker had been pried open, and the compressed biscuits and shoes inside were gone. When he went to return the shoes from the factory, the administrator told him that if 329 sucked her dick, she could lend him a pair of shoes. 329 told her no need to go home barefoot.
At least he still has a pair of socks, albeit with a few holes. And he's been walking to and from get off work all the time and knows which roads are okay. He can go get some food first, and stop by to see if there are any shoes that can be worn in the nearby garbage dump.
Then, he realized there was no night shift today.
This is an empty alley leading to the grocery store. 329 stood at the entrance of the alley and saw Yasha standing at the end of the alley. She was wearing a windbreaker, smiling and waving at him, 329 stopped, and the little girl trotted towards him.
"Good evening!" she greeted, and then announced, "You must be hungry, let's go eat!"
She reported the name of a place, and it took several hours to get there.
"That's far away..." 329 said hesitantly.
"Don't worry, I can take you there," Asha said.
329 secretly thought that he was really stupid, of course it was impossible for this girl to walk over with her feet. She pressed the car key, the air fluctuated, and a motorcycle appeared in the alley and stopped beside Yasha.
It doesn't look like a petite girl's car at all, it's huge, sharp, and vicious, with a cold metal glow, suspended above the ground. Yasha reached out to it, and the motorcycle flattened to the ground, leaning forward, like a horse bending over. Yasha rode up and threw a button-like object to 329. 329 held it blankly, and Yasha demonstrated another "button" on her left ear, and a helmet appeared on her head. 329 did so, and the helmet that emerged was as light as paper and fit snugly. He climbed onto the motorcycle and sat behind Yasha, unable to find a place to support him.
"You can hold my waist." Yasha suggested enthusiastically.
329 carefully held her waist. There were ribbons on her clothes, no matter how careful she was, she couldn't avoid them. The dust on 329's body got on Yasha's expensive clothes, but she didn't notice it. When 329 found out, she couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
"Although I can't drive the field machine, at least I can drive this one." Yasha said again, "I modified it myself!"
She didn't start the car immediately, as if she was waiting for something. 329 was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and said, "It's amazing."
Yasha smiled happily, stepped on her foot, and the motorcycle rushed out.
329 hugged the girl's waist, worried that he would tear her off her seat. This worry quickly proved unnecessary, they are both very stable, I wonder if there is any protection on these two cars. The motorcycle was suspended a few meters above the ground, accelerating extremely fast, like an arrow off the string, while Yasha drove the car quite freely, using the alley as a track.
Wall after wall came over, and turned suddenly just before hitting the face. They brushed around various buildings and shuttled through various narrow passages. Alpha is speeding in a showy manner, enough to scare most people's hearts to the throat, and 329's heart is also beating very fast, something is about to rush out of the throat, one breath, one cry, one heart.
The motorcycle helmet protected his head, allowing him to keep his eyes open against the wind. The familiar dirty alleys were left behind, and everything around was blurred into colors and lines like a curtain rolled by at high speed. They turned, circled, broke free from the ground. The stagnant air turned into a frantic wind, blowing on the body, although it was cold, it made people feel refreshed, as if riding the wind. The speed is too fast, and everything is left behind, such as gravity, such as the heavy and messy thoughts in the head. They were dropped, and 329 was suspended in the air, as if flying.
Even if the destination is far away, at such a high speed, they quickly ended the journey. The motorcycle stopped and 329 returned to the ground. Yasha jumped down first, and seeing that he was still in a daze in the back seat, she took off her gloves gracefully and held out her hand to him. As soon as she touched his skin, she let out an "oops", and only then did 329 realize that the exposed skin was numb from the cold.
"I should bring you a dress," Asha said ruefully.
329 also got out of the car, with his feet firmly on the ground, feeling that his limbs were very heavy. He recovered from the state of emptying his mind just now, felt hungry again, and had the energy to pay attention to where it was. A high-end restaurant, two waiters are standing outside the door.
"Exiles cannot enter," 329 said.
"Who cares?" Asha said nonchalantly, pulling 329 in.
The waiter opened the door for them and bowed ninety degrees. Maybe no one really cares, as long as 329 is brought in by someone like Yasha. The floor is as smooth as a mirror, and it does not slip when you step on it, and the patterns on the ground change slowly. 329 looked down, saw Asha's carved oxford shoes, saw his own socks, his toes sticking out of the holes. He probably looked like a monkey being led by a princess, and if Asha was going to show him to anyone, she should at least give him a pair of shoes.
Unless she intends to use him as a consumable.
6. Dinner
329 raised his head and observed the environment of the restaurant, not that he really thought there was anything he could escape. The place is quite empty, and the waiters are standing upright, showing the same smiles. The hall was brightly lit, and there were only the two of them in sight, and Asha led him straight to the table in the middle. As soon as they took their seats, someone greeted them and brought them the menu with a smile on their faces.
"What would you like to order?" Yasha said, "I recommend orange light crab meat, the chef here is very good at it."
There were only two chairs at the table, and they sat facing each other. It didn't look like anyone else was coming. The girl looked at 329 eagerly, so he had to look down at the menu. The menu was written in extremely complicated cursive characters, which he couldn't understand.
"Can the orange light crab be eaten?" he said.
The shell of this mutated creature is hard and thick, from the carapace to the meat inside, the amount of radiation is staggeringly high. Hunters hate this thing, they are in groups, they can bounce five meters high, and they lack the oil and water to extract from their bodies.
"Just deal with it." Yasha said, nodding to the waiter, who bowed, took two steps back, and left quickly.
She started talking about how orange crabs are processed, from the machine shelling to the multiple separations of the crab meat. The girl talks gracefully, elegantly and humorously, and is a responsible host. However, this small talk had a refined taste, and it was different from her usual speech. 329 didn't know the reason for this, or it was the way all high-class people were at the dinner table. Then he remembered that he didn't necessarily know what Asha was "normally", they didn't know each other very well.
The waiter came over with a plate, and two people brought the huge plate to the table. As soon as the lid is lifted, a light fragrance wafts out. After the orange-light crab, which was as huge as a car, was processed, there was only a small plate of transparent meat left, with a few appendages as thick as bamboo poles placed beside it. Yasha picked up the table knife and small hammer on the table, neatly dismantled the limbs, and put the meat on 329's plate.
"Bless you!" she said.
The little girl didn't move at all. She peeled the crab for 329, wiped her hands, and sat there staring at him. 329 gave up the idea of guessing the rich and powerful, he picked up the fork, inserted the whole crab meat and stuffed it into his mouth.
He hasn't eaten anything almost all day and is now hungry enough to eat anything. He swallowed quickly, realizing immediately that he might be wasting money. The orange light crab, which beggars dare not eat, is elastic after processing, delicious and delicious.
"Isn't it delicious?" Yasha said happily, "I like to eat it too! Every time I reserve a few positions for orange crabs, there is a meat processing machine in the drone, and sometimes I take them directly Go back and make it yourself. Next time I can make it for you!"
329 looked up at her while chewing, as if reading his subtext, Asha pursed her lips and laughed. She said, "Not very alpha, is it?"
329 shook his head immediately, he needed to deny it, but his mouth was full—Asha started peeling crabs for him again, mixing the firm meat from the appendages with the soft meat from the torso, or dipping them in sauce Toppings, or smeared with bread, carefully laid out one by one. Yasha raised a hand to signal him to continue eating, and said, "It's nothing, and you're not the first person to think so."
She wiped her hands again, and at this moment, she had already dealt with all the appendages. She leaned back in her chair, scooped herself a few spoonfuls of crabmeat, and chatted again.
"Mom thinks I should cut my hair. I've been differentiated for almost a year. Alpha shouldn't have such long hair. But I like my hair, so I don't want to cut it." Yasha curled her lips and curled her hair with her fingers. "I am the youngest child in my family and I have