Zongman: I'm in Tokyo and just want to open a restaurant peacefully

If she really encounters someone brave enough, Kasumigaoka will definitely choose to escape or hide.

"Go back to sleep quickly, don't you have to go to school tomorrow?"

Kamisaka Yuuto said helplessly.

It took nearly an hour just to send Kasumigaoka Utaha home tonight.

It's now past one in the morning.

He wants to go back to business...

"Humph! What a boring idiot!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha snorted in dissatisfaction.

She turned around and walked towards her home.

But he had only taken two steps when he was stopped by Yuto Kamisaka.

"Kasumigaoka-san, I don't know much about light novels, but... I believe that no matter what you do, there will be setbacks. As long as you persevere, the results should be good. It's better not to give up easily."

Yuto Kamisaka recalled the scene of Kasumigaoka coming to his shop tonight.

His eyes were red, his body was shaking slightly, and his fingers were clenched tightly.

It's really pitiful.

Yuto Kamisaka probably also knew why the other party was like this.

The girl told him yesterday that she would submit her manuscript today.

And today I feel so sad...

It's easy to guess what happened.

In all likelihood, the submission failed.

Now that they are about to part, Yuto Kamisaka thinks it would be better to encourage the girl.

After all, it would be truly painful if you missed your dream.

When Kasumigaoka Utaha heard this, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly while she was lying on her back.

A mist slowly formed in her eyes, but it disappeared as she blinked quickly.

She turned around, a slight breeze blowing through her hair, and she looked at Kamisaka Yuto with a smile.

"Yuto-kun, are you really not going to come up and sit for a while? But I'm really the only one here."

The smile on the girl's face was mischievous and malicious, and Kamisaka Yuto shook his head slightly.

He now had some doubts as to whether his encouragement was in vain.

"No, go to bed quickly, bye!"

Yuto Kamisaka turned around and left resolutely.

Get out of here quickly!

As she watched Kamisaka Yuto leave from behind, the smile on Kasumigaoka Utaha's face slowly faded.

A soft sigh came out of her mouth.

"Thank you."

The softly whispered words are like a soft spring breeze.

Warm but fleeting.

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Chapter 12: I'm just a mysterious person passing by~ (Please give me flowers and votes!)

Although Tokyo is prosperous, just as light cannot illuminate all dark corners.

There are always some places that are not as good as others.

Kasumigaoka's house is on the edge of Shinjuku.

It's okay around here, but if you walk a little further there's a more ordinary and simple place.

Although it can barely be considered as the Tokyo metropolitan area.

But the overall atmosphere there is completely inferior to other places.

Whether it is public security or daily life.

Yuto Kamisaka passed by this place.

He knew from Kasumigaoka and the news on TV that this place would be rebuilt soon.

Now this place has a special nickname because of the special security situation.

'Black Crow District'

An area where black crows gather.

There are the most delinquent boys here in the whole of Tokyo, and they are also the most rampant.

Since he is a minor, he cannot be charged with any serious crime.

Moreover, fighting is a problem that can be big or small.

Therefore, the main method used by the police here to deal with the bad boys is education.

Yuto Kamisaka thought as he walked, shaking his head from time to time.

He really felt sorry for these bad boys.

But I understand.

High school students happen to be a group that is depressed and under high pressure.

Using fists to vent emotions is just a way for them to express their dissatisfaction to the outside world.

It seems childish, but that's the best they can do.

"He ran away! Chase him!!!"

"Makise Takashi!!! Aaaaaah!!!"

"Kill the guy who killed Suzuran!!!"

"Fengxian is the strongest!!!"

Yuto Kamisaka couldn't help but sigh when he heard the commotion.

If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, you are a bad boy.

There were hurried footsteps coming towards him.

He looked into a dark corner not far away.

A figure covered in blood was stumbling towards him.

Following behind him was a group of...bald guys.

There was a slight change in Kamisaka Yuto's eyes.

Although those bald men have shiny bald heads, their childish facial features can still reveal their identities.

high school students.

Yuto Kamisaka admires these bald men a little.

Not everyone has the courage to shave their head during high school.

When the blood-stained figure was still a short distance away from Yuto Kamisaka, the bald man behind him hit him on the leg with something and he fell directly to the ground.

Then he was caught up by the bald high school boys behind him.

Then there was a round of beating and scolding.

Yuto Kamisaka now understood why this area was called the 'Black Crow District'.

He shook his head and wanted to leave.

But there were already several figures blocking his way.

White clothes, bald head, and a pretended fierce look.

"can I help you?"

Yuto Kamisaka knew he couldn't leave.

He had secretly made preparations. Although he worked as a chef in the underground of the doomsday, he was not a complete vegetarian.

Fighting cannot be fast, accurate and ruthless.

All you need to do is seize the opportunity, aim at the weak point and strike hard.

"Boy, you look pretty good!"

"Since you saw us take action, you will pay the price!"

"Kill him!"

Yuto Kamisaka sighed silently in his heart. As expected, he shouldn't have thought that the person in front of him would have the idea of ​​communicating.

How could a middle school boy listen to others when he becomes a bad boy?

The three bald men immediately rushed forward, and Yuto Kamisaka clenched his hanging hands into fists.

concentrate!

In an instant, the world in front of Yuto Kamisaka seemed to slow down.

His eyes turned into one of extreme shock.

In this situation, he didn't understand what was happening.

The figures of the three bald men seemed to be stuck in slow motion.

Their punches moved at the slow pace of a snail.