[[Qinwa] thinks you are frivolous and teasing it on purpose, favorability -10]
[[Qin Frog] Current Favorability -150]
Hojo Natsuki: “!!?”
No way! They just gave it back? It's like Beretta gave it away for free?!
It's reasonable to suspect that this game is very good at PUA players, and the method of giving a sweet date after a beating is used to perfection. First, the frog didn't reply to the message, so the player was induced to buy Beretta, and then the gun was given to increase the favorability. The frog also replied to the message, but the favorability dropped again... If this is not PUA, what is it
If you touch it without permission, it will get angry. If you ask it sincerely, it will still get angry. What's wrong with this quack? Is it a quack that is blown up by a balloon
It's just a touch of the paw, it won't cost you a single drop of flesh!
[drop-]
The extremely aloof Qinwa finally replied to the message, and his first sentence was -
[Gin]：Speak human language.
Hojo Natsuki: “…”
Isn’t that clear enough
I have absolutely no idea what this little quack is thinking, it's so funny... Hiss, should he go to Kotoko for some inspiration
With the mentality of research and comparison, Hojo Natsuki cut out the interface of the Traveling Frog and opened the Otome game "doki school ~Love like moonlight~", and was completely unaware that his behavior had a mysterious scumbag feel.
In addition to the plot, this otome game also has the functions of [touch to interact] and [chat with TA], probably to effectively increase player retention time so that the floating i ad space can be sold at a higher price.
He clicked on the silver chat box representing Qinzi, and replaced "Can you let me touch your paw?" with the sentence between human interactions: [Can I touch your hand? ]
As soon as he sent it out, Hojo Natsuki figured out something wrong - no wonder Kotowa was unhappy, this way of asking was simply a blatant tease!
Frog rights activists are furious! Animal protection organizations are furious!
Kotoko: [… ? ]
Kotoko: [Why?]
He switched to [Touch to Interact] again, and the portrait of Kotoko on the screen had an expressionless face, the same as Kotoko's "If you look at anything again I'll kill you" style. It can only be said that it is worthy of being produced by a game company, and this spirit of looking down on everyone can be expressed by simple animal drawings and the girl's micro-expressions at the same time.
After a few seconds of no movement, Kotoko frowned slightly impatiently, as if asking, "What's going on?"
Hojo Natsuki poked the back of Kotoko's hand.
Kotoko was stunned for half a second, then stared at him in surprise. She clenched the hand that was touched into a fist, put it in the left pocket of her coat, and turned her head away from him.
I see!
If you ask, you will be hated.
But if you touch it directly, the reaction won't be very big.
Hojo Natsuki felt that he had an epiphany, but also felt that something seemed to be wrong.
Let’s switch back to the Traveling Frog and try it first.
Without waiting for his reply, Frog sat at the table holding the Beretta, motionless, as if deeply fascinated by it.
Hojo Natsuki touched its thin paw holding the gun.
The frog's claws clenched and it almost couldn't hold Beretta. Then it glared at the air angrily, and it was almost about to raise its gun to feed the bullet.
However, after a minute or two, the system popped up a prompt stating that no favorability points had been deducted.
Xia Shu: “…”
Although I still feel something is wrong, since it works I'll just leave it like this from now on. This frog is so weird.
Qinwa lowered his head and fiddled with his phone, and several messages popped up on Xia Shu's screen.
[Gin]：Answer.
[Gin]: Don’t touch me.
Hojo Natsuki simply ignored the second sentence and thought, answer? What answer? What kind of answer does it want
Yes, it asked before, 'What do you want me to do for you?'
But what can a player ask a little croak to do? You can't ask it to perform a frog-like laugh, right
Hojo Natsuki scanned the function keys on the interface and answered in a proper manner: [I want you to send me a postcard.]
Kurosawa Jin stared at the brand new gun barrel in a daze.
The Beretta M92F was selected by the U.S. military as the new generation of standard military pistol due to its superior performance shortly after its launch. It was renamed M9 and became popular since then. It is still in service.
The last time Kurosawa saw it was six years ago.
At that time, he had not yet used the Japanese name "Kurosawa Jin" and lived with his mother in a small town abroad.
His mother was very beautiful, with blonde hair, blue eyes, a slim figure, an elf-like Russian beauty, and there was nothing wrong with her appearance. She was originally a ballet dancer, and her figure was somewhat out of shape after giving birth. The troupe declined her request to return to the stage, but fortunately, the person in charge offered her a job as a tailor because of their past friendship, and asked her to help make performance costumes.
The woman did not feel that the job was unfair to her, so she thanked him and took the job, doing it clumsily but seriously.
She was very beautiful. She was a widow without a husband to support her, nor any support from her natal family. She had a low salary as a worker, and she had a young boy to raise. Logically, her and her son's life should have been tight, but she did not seem to lack money at all, and even lived a very comfortable life.
Rumors always favor beautiful and fragile women. Gossip about her diluted and circulated in the air of the town. Married women envied her, young boys longed for her, and those married and unmarried adult men always lingered on her beautiful face and body curves.
That day, when Kurosawa Jin returned home, he saw a sturdy brown-haired man harassing his mother at the doorstep.
This man was a well-known local gangster. He had been in jail for robbery a few years ago and worked as a laborer at the local dock after his release. He had a cigarette in his mouth that he had saved up from tobacco, his face was red, and he looked drunk; his thin morality was destroyed by alcohol, and his lust and bestiality suppressed his reason.
He tried to kiss the woman's face while speaking dirty words: "Bitch... You twist your waist every day... Everyone knows that you are..."
The woman screamed and struggled, tears of fear sticking strands of blonde hair to her face, her lips were pale, and she looked helpless and terrified.
The fat lady next door half-opened the curtains, seeming to be hesitating whether to meddle in other people's business.
When the mother saw Kurosawa coming home, she was filled with panic and shame. She called her son's name and shouted, "Go! Go call the police! ... Go find the police!"
Kurosawa Jin withdrew his gaze, but without stopping, he walked past his mother and the drunk who was harassing him and walked straight into the house as if nothing had happened.
The woman's lips trembled.
"you… "
The other party seemed to want to say a few more sarcastic and humiliating words, but just as he started, the rest was completely drowned out by a deafening gunshot.
Warm blood splattered on Kurosawa's mother's face, shoulders and blonde hair. She was stunned by the scene, and at the same time, her head was buzzing from the loud gunshot.
“Bang, bang—”
Two more shots.
The woman then came to her senses and looked in the direction where the bullet came from.
Her eight-year-old son held a Beretta with an expressionless face. His green eyes, similar to hers, were cold and calm as he looked at the drunk man twitching on the ground, like some kind of hissing, cold-blooded animal.
He fired three shots at the man who bullied his mother. His forearms trembled slightly, but it was not out of fear or regret, but because he could not bear the recoil of the pistol.
The first shot hit the side of the waist, the second shot hit the shoulder, and the third shot hit the ear. There was no fourth shot because of the rush of time, and Kurosawa Jin only loaded three bullets into it.
The drunk man was crying and wailing in pain on the ground. Blood was oozing from the wound he was covering with his fingers, and the brown-red color soon stained the shirt near the wound.
As a shooting novice who touched a gun for the first time, Kurosawa's performance can be considered excellent among adults.
He took the gun back and looked down at the Beretta left by his father for a while. The man gave it to his mother for self-protection and told her how to use it. He sat by and listened, remembering it very calmly. His mother stared at him for a long time, then suddenly covered her face with her hands and cried sadly.
He fell to the ground as if his legs could not bear the force.
The knuckles of my hands were numb from the shock, and it was difficult for me to control the muscles in my palms.
Kurosawa Jin slowly placed his left thumb back on the trigger and clenched the handle with four fingers. With this action, a strange sense of satisfaction was transmitted from the palm of his palm to his brain.
He held Beretta as if he had power and authority, and his status was reversed from being at the mercy of others to having the power of life and death.
But he didn't understand why his mother was crying so sadly at this moment.
Six years later, when the fourteen-year-old Kurosawa Jin saw the gun again, he could still recall the feeling of floating in the air.
He was staring at the gun in a daze when suddenly someone touched his hand.
Kurosawa Jin: “…”
You don't have to think about who it is.
Kurosawa sent a message to the man, asking him to stop touching her and again asking him what he wanted.
[Natuski]: I want you to send me a postcard.
This joking request made Kurosawa speechless for a while, thinking that the man was teasing him again. But after such incidents happened many times, he could easily calm down and think of countermeasures.
He was typing, preparing to ask for the address, not knowing whether a blind person could receive letters delivered by the post office. But before he finished typing, the return cursor in the upper left corner of the interface began to flash.
Kurosawa paused and pressed the corresponding left button on the dial pad.
The page swiped left from the chat interface and jumped to a new interface with four buttons.
They are: [Send postcards], [Send photos], [Mall], and [Natuski's Wish List].
Having experienced so much, Kurosawa's formation was no longer surprising and he directly chose the first one.
[Send a postcard]
[OK]
[Loading… ]
[Write the postcard yourself] or [generate automatically and send it with one click]
[illustrate]
[Natsuki] I have been looking forward to your postcard for a long time. Handwritten ones are more sincere. I exchange my sincerity for yours. You love him and he loves you~
The postcard is automatically generated and written by the system based on your current situation. You cannot edit the text and photos, and you cannot view the content of the postcard you wrote in the mailing record. Please choose carefully.
Of course, Kurosawa Jin was too lazy to write a postcard, and the description made him feel sick to his stomach. He made a decision almost instantly and decisively selected the [Auto-generate, send with one click] on the right.
Half a second later, a [Sent] message box popped up.
[Buzz—]
The phone vibrated slightly.
Hojo Natsuki had just started processing documents at his desk, feeling very upset. He casually glanced at the pop-up window on the screen, thinking that even if it was a message from the leader, he would reply later. Then he saw...
[Travel Frog]
Gua Gua has sent you a postcard, please check your mailbox!
Xia Shujun decided to give up the leader and immediately picked up his phone, unlocked it, and opened the game.
On the home interface, the bubble next to the mailbox was flashing, but this time, it was finally no longer a reward issued by the system.
[Sender]：Qinwa
Great! Guagua is really cooperative!
On the postcard, the frog, holding a cigarette and wearing a black hat, sits in the middle of a few blades of grass, with a face that has no worldly desires. The photo used is a portrait of an adult frog, which is a little different from its growing state with medium-length silver hair, but what does that matter
This is the first postcard sent by Qinwa!
There is a line of small words written in the upper left corner -
[To Natsuki]
[The Beretta you gave me is very useful]
[Anything else?]
(End of this chapter)