Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Driving through the steel forest, the heat from the heat island effect blew Xiangzi's hair, making him drowsy. The car radio played 60s American jazz, the bass guitar a little fuzzy.

[I don't want to set the world on fire.]

[I just want to start a blame in your heart.]

That look, that look of compassion, kept reappearing in Xiangzi's mind.

Dr. Ke is a good man. Even though he has discovered my secret, he is not annoying at all.

The Dodge drove down the overpass. Bright moonlight streamed down from the dark clouds, moistening the earth in beams. We were almost home. If I didn't say something, Dr. Ko might think I was stubborn and stubborn.

Just as someone to talk to...

"Doctor Ke." After hesitating for a long time, Shoko Toyokawa finally spoke.

"I am listening."

"Actually, I..." Before he could finish his words, the sudden impact made Xiangzi hit the half-open car window directly. The driver grabbed the steering wheel tightly to steady himself and stepped on the brakes to prevent his beloved Dodge from sliding further.

Xiangzi's seat belt was not fastened tightly, and his forehead was hit and became red and swollen. This was his bad luck.

"No, buddy, is this your first time driving?" After parking the car, Baihe Sanhui's face flushed. He got out and walked towards the car behind him while cursing, "How can you rear-end someone in a completely empty double lane?"

The driver didn't get out of the car, but instead, two yellow-haired delinquents got out of the back seat. Even though they were nearly five meters apart, Kashiwa Sanhui could feel the strong smell of alcohol sharpening his sense of smell. "You're driving so slow, you bastard! You deserve to be hit and killed!"

"Can you two afford to pay for it, you bastards? This car is older than your father, who is such a bad parent. After paying the money, you still have to kneel down and kowtow to apologize to my precious car..."

Three irrational men were arguing passionately in the lane, unable to separate for a moment. Toyokawa Shoko wanted to get out of the car to let everyone calm down, but she immediately gave up the idea after seeing the face of the driver of the car behind her.

The unshaven drunk slumped over the steering wheel was her father.

Where did he get the money to buy this car?

Xiangzi was not a fool. He immediately realized that the money hidden at home must have been used by his good-for-nothing father to rent a car, buy alcohol, and go out and have fun. The only 70,000 or 80,000 yen left at home, the living expenses for the next half month, all turned into a car rental bill and the vomit that his father vomited into the toilet in the middle of the night.

Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes and my body trembled uncontrollably.

Stay calm, all these are just temporary difficulties, stay calm...

Be...calm...

That savior-like warm look and those sharp black pupils appeared in my mind again.

"Doctor Ke!" Suddenly, Toyokawa Shoko's voice called out from the car. Kashiwa Sanhui could hear the trembling in her voice. Fearing that Shoko was injured, he glared at the three people in the car behind him and said coldly, "Use insurance. I've memorized your license plate. Get out of here."

The three men were happy to get rid of this trouble. They pulled the drunk driver into the back seat, and the other yellow-haired bad guy stepped on the accelerator and left the scene.

"What's wrong, Xiangzi? Are you hurt... um!" As soon as Xiangzi got back to the car and hadn't sat down yet, she threw herself into Kashiwa Miki's arms and burst into tears. Kashiwa Miki was a little confused, but he still hugged Xiangzi, patted Xiangzi's back gently to comfort him, and wondered if he had done something wrong just now.

The Xiangzi of today is not the Xiangzi of the original novel a few months later. This 16-year-old high school student has only been beaten by society for less than half a year, and facing the sudden and large-scale backstabbing of Xiang's father is the first time. If it were in the original novel, Xiangzi would get used to it sooner or later.

But then again, comparing people will make you die, and comparing goods will make you throw them away. Being surrounded by Kashiwa Sanhui, who looks like a gentle, considerate and wealthy older brother, and then facing that useless old father, the gap between them is suddenly huge.

Baihe Sanhui had no choice but to quietly call the insurance company to come to the scene to inspect the damage to the car, while at the same time he tried to comfort Xiangzi who was crying like a child.

Fortunately, the accident site was relatively close to Ginza, and the person in charge of the insurance company arrived quickly. Kashiwa Sanhui discussed insurance matters with the person in charge. In total, one rear headlight and a large piece of spray paint were damaged. The group of drunks still had some self-awareness and did not dare to speed.

Shoko Toyokawa sat on the curb with red eyes, hugging her knees and sobbing from time to time.

In the end, the insurance company towed the car away for repairs and sent the legal department to sue for compensation based on the license plate number provided by Baihe Sanhui.

The car was towed away, and the two people sat together on the side of the road, one smoking in the downwind position, and the other acting emo without saying a word.

There was no moon in the sky, and the strong wind swept the fallen leaves. The nightlife had just begun, but because of the bad weather, there were only a few pedestrians. The street lights were like stage spotlights, highlighting the roles of the two people.

"Ahem, sorry, Xiangzi-kun, I didn't expect something like this to happen," Kashiwa Sanhui put out his cigarette, cleared his throat, and gave Xiangzi an awkward smile. "I don't have enough money, so going back to the port area isn't going to be practical. I'll call a taxi to take you back. I'll stay at a friend's for the night."

It's Friday anyway, and I don't have to go to school tomorrow, so it would be nice to go to my fellow villager's house for hot pot.

"I don't want to go back." Unexpectedly, Xiangzi refused in a sullen tone. "You go home by yourself. I'll stay alone."

How could Kashiwa Sanhui let her stay alone? But he couldn't understand why Toyokawa Shoko, who had been eager to go home before, now didn't want to go back. He could only ask Shoko the reason.

"Because... that driver is my father..." After a moment of hesitation, Toyokawa Shoko decided to tell him what she had been going through over the past few months. "... He doesn't care about my feelings at all. I guess in his eyes, I'm just a wallet that generates money automatically."

After expressing all her troubles in one breath, Shoko Toyokawa felt much better and in a much happier mood.

The simplified version: Divorced family, heartless mother, useless father, and a broken woman.

However, in Baihe Sanhui's opinion, Xiangzi, who has been strong all his life, is actually willing to confide his troubles to him. This is the beginning of the main task.

"If I said I would give you money to help you, you would definitely not accept it, right?"

"Of course, I can make a comeback on my own. I don't need anyone else's charity—" Halfway through his words, Xiangzi's cell phone rang and a call came in.

"Hello, hello...eh? Wait, today I just want to - please give me a chance, wait, don't hang up, okay -"

Hang up.

Kashiwa Sanhui seemed to see someone shattered into pieces.

"It's worse than being a Kun." Baihe Sanhui sighed in Cantonese.