It is really interesting that a little frog wants to go into the sea.
Hojo Natsuki also half-jokingly started mental health education.
[Natsuki]: Although this is a legitimate job, have you ever thought about what to do when you get older
[Natsuki]: We can’t always rely on our youth
[Natsuki]：We need to take a long-term view
Then, Qinwa ignored him and let him chatter until he had used up all 20 communication quotas for the day.
Hojo Natsuki was at a loss.
The communication quota cannot be carried over to the next day and is refreshed on a 24-hour basis. He has used it up now and cannot talk to Qinwa for the whole day unless he buys a disposable message board. But he has already bought such an expensive APP and it would be particularly unfair to waste that money.
The favorability of Qinwa is automatically increased and decreased. It deducts when doing homework and increases when playing CS in the shooting range. The more it deducts, the less it increases. Currently, it stops at [-110], which is much better than the previous [-150].
Natsuki thought of Hongye's remarks about 'girlishness' and 'romance' and was a little hesitant as to whether or not to appeal to her in that direction, so after a little rescue, he opened the mall and took a look around.
The prices of things in the mall are quite unconventional. It’s not that they are against the laws of market economy. For example, [Nuclear Bomb] and [Aircraft Carrier] are reasonably expensive; but the same style of windbreaker is priced at 500 trefoil in white and 18,888 trefoil in black. Isn’t this too much of a rip-off
It was as if the game was telling him with the price: "Hello, the most expensive one in the same category is the one your son will like! Come and be the sucker!" He wished he could bundle a few more unpopular products and "not take the knife, only the destined mommy".
He observed for a moment and found that among similar products, the cheapest ones were usually in a pink color.
White sheets cost 150 shamrocks, black sheets cost 600 shamrocks, and pink sheets cost 10 shamrocks.
White simple table lamp 62 clover, black simple table lamp 300 clover, pink simple table lamp 6 clover...
After filtering it out in this way, you can see the prices at a glance.
Judging from the nature of this mall, Qinwa probably won't like it.
But it’s really cheap, why not buy it
Even if you buy dozens of them, they won’t cost as much as a fraction of a communication app.
Hojo Natsuki placed orders like crazy.
Scarf, pink; bed sheet, red print; gloves, floral pattern; shoulder bag, I don’t know what it’s called, but it has a Disney bunny head; lipstick, contouring stick... uh, only 1 clover, rounded up to zero, I bought them all.
After the merger and settlement, a small mountain of girlish gifts suddenly piled up on Qinwa's desk.
Qinwa quickly took the exercise book away and took a few steps back.
Frog: […]
It was used to it and turned around and sat on the bed to read.
He was so calm that even his favorability didn't change at all.
Hojo Natsuki felt that this was not a good sign. The frog had gotten used to it so quickly. It had only been a few days and it would not get angry easily. He really liked to see Gua Gua getting so angry that he was talking nonsense, so he could not help but feel regretful if he couldn't see it.
He sighed and turned off the game. He had a lot of important things to do today.
"Good afternoon." The man curved his iris-colored eyes and smiled at Xia Shu without any apology. He put on a sincere look and said, "I'm sorry, there was a traffic jam on the road, so I'm late. Didn't keep you waiting for long, Xia Shu-kun?"
—Or partner with a troublesome guy.
"I only waited for 20 to 30 hours. How can you apologize?" Hojo Natsuki replied casually, "So, where is Akutagawa?"
Dazai Osamu downplayed it: "It was stupid not to bring him."
He understood immediately and said, "You are making trouble again."
Dazai said hypocritically, "He needs a little sharpening."
Akutagawa Ryunosuke was born in the slums, two years younger than them. His special ability "Rashomon" was extremely aggressive and quite useful. He was a student promoted by Dazai. The biggest problem he had encountered before was how to survive in extremely poor conditions.
Therefore, he developed a direct and rash style of doing things.
For some reason, Akutagawa worships Dazai extremely, to a degree that goes far beyond a student's admiration for his teacher. He is simply like an extreme star chaser. If the Port Mafia releases Dazai's peripherals, he will definitely use all his salary to buy them.
Before, Hojo Natsuki didn't think this was a big deal. Dazai was a monster who was reincarnated into the world. He was always good at winning people's hearts, so he was nothing strange.
These days, he lost hundreds of thousands of yen playing a placement and cultivation game, and his electronic pet didn't even respond to him favorably. The difference is so obvious when you compare them, it's hard not to be envious.
So Natsuki asked politely: "How did you make Akutagawa admire you?"
Dazai Osamu: "First this, then that."
Xia Shu: "Speak human language."
Dazai asked back, "You want someone's loyalty?"
I played Traveling Frog and was a heavy spender, but my favorability was reduced to minus 100. If Dazai Osamu knew about this, he would definitely be ridiculed for ten or twenty years, and his corpse would be repeatedly whipped until he was buried.
Hojo Natsuki remained calm: "About the same."
"Don't make such a useless attempt." Dazai said mercilessly, "If it's Natsuki-kun, you must be particularly good at raising ungrateful wolves who bite you back."
Hojo Natsuki: “?”
What is this person talking about? Too much! Too much!
Dazai continued in a relaxed tone, "But I can give you a piece of friendly advice: keep your distance and don't always respond to requests. It's such a simple principle, I don't need to explain it, you understand it."
Hojo Natsuki glanced at him and didn't respond.
Yes, a little help will repay a grudge, what a simple truth.
But he changed his mind and felt that there was no need to make a mobile game so complicated.
When you are happy, you spend money. When you are not happy, you quit the game. The most important thing is to be happy. No matter whether Qinwa likes him or not, as long as he does not delete the game, he will be controlled by the players.
Even if a virtual little quack gets mad, can it jump out of the screen and cause trouble for him
With such a condescending attitude, when he finished a whole day of tiring and annoying work and opened the game again, Hojo Natsuki's heart was filled with tolerant and great fatherly love (? ).
[Do you want to use Stoka? [Y/N]]
[Yes]
This high-end club is located in the suburbs of Tokyo, hidden in the surrounding greenery. It has a low-key and simple appearance and elegant decoration, and is frequented by luxury cars.
The beautiful receptionist with delicate makeup smiled when she saw him, but she said, "Routine check."
Kurosawa Jin nodded and followed her to the end of the corridor on the first floor, where there was a door with the words "Workshop" on it.
When I pushed it open, what was placed inside was not cleaning tools, but inspection instruments and a middle-aged man wearing glasses.
Kurosawa Jin put his gun and dagger on the table. The middle-aged man raised his eyelids, stood up, and scanned casually with the handheld detector. He pointed behind him listlessly and said cheerfully, "Go up."
The hidden staircase here connects the third floor of the club which is not open to the public. It is one of the meeting points for the subordinates of the Izumi-kai.
Kurosawa walked up to the third floor with ease, found the private room, and the yellow-haired boy waiting at the door opened it for him.
Several young people stood in front of the sofa and the coffee table, waiting obediently to be scolded. When the door opened, they all looked over and then quickly turned back.
Kurosawa arrived the latest. He held his breath and stood aside, not saying a word.
"Everyone is here." The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa was wearing a bright jacket. He crossed his legs in a self-important way, grinning, revealing his teeth yellowed by cigarettes and betel nuts. "Everyone, please report on the progress of your recent tasks. Yoshikawa, you take the lead."
"Okay, Boss." Yoshikawa, who was standing on the far left, immediately responded and cleared his throat. "Three days ago, we snatched back a batch of goods from the Mussel Group..."
The Izumi-kai is not large in scale, but it has many factions. This middle-aged man, Nishii, is the third in command of the organization and the direct leader of Kurosawa. He divides his subordinates into
They were divided into several groups, and one group of people often had to meet with the boss Xi Jing regularly to report on their recent situation.
It was clearly a private gathering of a yakuza organization, but it was like a recitation performance by a group of high school students. Everyone stood upright, lined up like stupid geese, waiting to be ravaged by their leader.
Kurosawa Jin stood there listlessly, not knowing for a moment which was more torturous, listening to nonsense here or replying to 'that person's' spam messages... If he really had to compare, the latter at least gave him a very useful shooting range.
"Kurosawa," Nishii said, "it's your turn."
Kurosawa Jin came back to his senses, as if he had not been daydreaming at all, and organized his words quickly and calmly, finishing this part of the speech in a decent manner.
After he finished speaking, the man stood up and walked over, starting with Yoshikawa who spoke first, and then evaluated each one of them.
"Yoshikawa, you did a good job."
"Another batch of... goods. The boss wants it next Tuesday. Have you arranged it?... Yes."
"Work hard and finish it successfully, and you will get a bonus."
Most of them are bland compliments and promises of vague benefits.
Then, Xijing picked up the wine bottle on the low table and smashed it on the fifth person's head, and the glass bottle shattered.
"Asshole." He cursed, "You can't even do such a simple thing, and the organization is supporting you? If it happens again, you'll just commit seppuku and apologize!"
The little brother who was hit and covered in blood struggled to get up and apologized timidly: "Brother Xijing, I know I was wrong. I am really sorry. I..."
Xi Jing glared at him fiercely and interrupted him harshly: "I don't like to hear nonsense." Then he restrained his anger and smiled at the remaining people, "Kurosawa stays, and the others go back."
Several people left without looking back. The younger brother who was hit by the bottle fell behind them and staggered out of the box.
"Kurosawa." Xi Jing sat back on the sofa, stretched his arms along the back of the chair, and his tone seemed very friendly, "Come, sit down, I just want to chat with you, don't be too restrained."
The screen switches according to the little frog's perspective.
The frog walked into the door of a club, went up to the third floor, came to the box, and stood in a row with seven or eight small animals.
They looked a little nervous, as if they were eagerly waiting for someone's orders.
There is a large screen hanging on the background wall of the stick drawing, and the microphone next to it looks like a person standing upright and uneasy under the ever-changing light and shadow, with neatly arranged wine bottles in his hands; directly opposite the small animals, a big praying mantis is sitting on the velvet sofa.
Hojo Natsuki didn't use a translation card. He saw that the mantis had a very bossy attitude. It first sat there and muttered "*￥%￥%&*#" verbally, as if it had given some instructions. Then it stood up and looked over one by one, and hit a small bee viciously with a wine bottle.
Finally, let all the other small animals leave and only leave the lyre frog.
The mantis sat back in a majestic posture, patted the back of the chair with its sickle-shaped arm, and motioned for the frog to sit down as well.
Hojo Natsuki: “…”
Wait, why does this posture look so familiar
He has seen too many occasions like this.
When discussing business, the other party will usually arrange some "entertainment activities", and the location is usually chosen in a club where you can sing karaoke and drink, and then a group of young and beautiful male and female models will walk in...
Hojo Natsuki stared at the mantis with a wretched posture and felt like killing it - no wonder the frog said such self-destructive words for no apparent reason, maybe it was forced by this bad guy.
OK.
Dare to bully him under his nose.
[Grenade]
[Introduction: No grass grows within a 10-meter radius! ]
[Price: 120,000 clover]
He calmly selected [Confirm Purchase].
Bastard mantis.
Kill you!
(End of this chapter)