Married life with Bakugo

Dirt roads, steep ramps, and obstacles are the three levels that make up the track.

My sunset red riding method played its advantages well in these levels. First of all, the dirt road is not difficult, which is the key to the gap between other players and me.But when it came to the steep slopes, the race started to develop in a direction I hadn't expected.

Because the dirt road was too smooth, many runners accelerated desperately and took it lightly. When encountering a slope, they did not slow down in time and flew out of the track with people and cars, resulting in injuries and unable to continue the competition.

My ranking gradually changed from the last to the middle and upper reaches. When I passed the obstacle course, some people got stuck in the mud because of carelessness and couldn't move, or they broke the equipment and couldn't run anymore.

When the game was about to end, I was surprised to find that there were not many contestants left. This game should be attended by amateur players, professional pluggers should not be so bad.In line with the mentality of changing a bicycle into a motorcycle, I accelerated the speed. Fortunately, this small motorcycle is very powerful, and I successfully passed the others and became the first.

When I got the bonuses and medals, I just want to sigh, this world is sometimes so absurd that it makes people speechless.

But the bonus is really a lot, hehe.Enough to cover the stolen money, and after this race, I actually feel that I have developed a certain relationship with this little motorcycle, and I am not very tempted to sell it.

I only remembered to call Ms. Yazaki after participating in the competition. I must be worried if I haven’t seen her after delivering the food for so long.

As soon as the call was connected, I quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, Ms. Yazaki, I had an accident when I came out to deliver food, and then..."

"It's okay Nana, we saw you on TV, the game was pretty good."

I petrified for a few seconds: "Seeing means—"

There was a noise from the phone, and then the voice of Dazai boy: "I first discovered the live broadcast of the game, and then I invited everyone to watch it together. Everyone in the detective agency and the guests in the cafe watched it."

My old face blushed, and I was so embarrassed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. I thought that this kind of show should be watched by no one, but I didn't expect, young man Dazai, aren't you usually busy committing suicide and teasing young ladies?Why do you have the time to watch the motorcycle race today?

"Wow, Ms. Ueno is really amazing. With that kind of terrible technique, she can still get the first place." Dazai said arguing.

Me: "...I'll hang up first, please tell Ms. Yazaki, I will go back right away."

With the bonus in my pocket, I was about to ride a scooter when I met an acquaintance again. That cute boy who looked like a sister appeared.

"Hello, Mr. Zhongyuan." After I greeted him, I realized that his expression was very strange, his eyes fell on the small motorcycle, could it be——

He wanted a ride but was too embarrassed to say?

"Where is Mr. Zhongyuan going? If you drop by, I can drive you." I patted the seat.

Why does it feel like his expression is more subtle.

"Isn't this car yours?" he asked.

"Good eyesight," I praised him. "I snatched this from a mugger."

"Snatched from a mugger?" He repeated me, as if there were a lot of holes in the sentence.

I tasted it carefully, and there are indeed many slots for people who don't know the actual situation, so I briefly explained it to him.

After hearing this, he hesitated and said, "Actually, this car belongs to me. I went to buy some cigarettes and found out that it was stolen."

"Mr. Zhongyuan, don't let your guard down at any time." I said seriously.

"That's not the point! Anyway, believe it or not, I am indeed the owner of this car."

"I see, Mr. Zhongyuan." I took out the thick bonus from my trouser bag and started counting the money.

"……What are you doing?"

I counted the money and replied without looking up: "This is Mr. Zhongyuan's car, so the bonus should be half of yours."

He was silent.

I bite the bullet and counted for a few seconds before breaking the silence: "Then I only need one-fifth?"

"...It's you and not me who are competing, so I don't want your money! Just return the car to me, don't count it, and put it away quickly." He paused, "Where are you going? I'll take you off .”

Mr. Nakahara is such a good man!

I was really lucky. I met Mr. Saitama when I was in danger before, and I met the kind-hearted Mr. Nakahara when I came to work in a different dimension world. After I go back, I will reward myself with a good meal (?).

"Didn't you just say you were delivering food? Shouldn't it be time to go back now?" He asked uncomfortably.

"Yes, please trouble Mr. Zhongyuan." I bowed.

"Why are you always so polite, don't bow at ninety degrees every now and then, it's weird, okay? Also, don't call me Mr. Zhongyuan so solemnly every time, just call me Zhong!" He seemed It's actually embarrassing to fry hair.

"Okay, Chuya." It was the first time a boy asked me to call him by my first name, Mr. Zhongyuan was very interesting.

"Where... where is the shop you work in?" He had already got on the scooter and started the engine.

I sat behind him and said, "It's in the same building as the Armed Detective Agency, on the first floor." It's best to find it this way, and he understood it in seconds when I introduced it to Dr. Sen.

Mr. Zhongyuan's back froze unnaturally, I was puzzled: "What's wrong? Can't you find it?"

"No, I just hope that I don't meet some idiot." He whispered, and I couldn't hear him clearly.

"Chuya, will you drive fast? Do you mind if I hug your waist?" I asked again.

"But... it might be a little faster."

So I took advantage of the opportunity to grab his waist: it's so thin!

Why do boys have such thin waists?I face the wind and weep.

As soon as the scooter started, I started humming involuntarily: "Ride on my beloved scooter, it will never be stuck in traffic, ride on my beloved scooter, I will be home in no time, he keeps me away from worries and sorrows , he took me back to the free paradise, come on, come on the road with me, beep beep beep..."

After listening to it for a while, Mr. Zhong Yuan couldn't help but said: "...where did you learn this song?"

"I learned it online, doesn't it sound good?"

He seemed a bit embarrassed: "It's not that it sounds bad, it's that it's so devilish."

I couldn't help laughing: "Is it this paragraph? Beep, beep, beep, beep."

He stopped talking again.

Did I do anything wrong: "What's wrong?"

"So you can laugh too." His tone was a little shocked.

"Don't look at me like this, I'm a real human being."

"Um……"

In fact, Mr. Zhongyuan didn't ride very fast, but he was very familiar with the roads in this area, so he found the cafe very quickly.

After getting out of the car, I thanked him: "Chuya, do you want to eat? I'll treat you." Having won so much money, it's nothing to treat others to dinner.

"No, I still have something to do, let's go first..."

"Ah, there it is, the dark dwarf!" Boy Dazai suddenly appeared from nowhere.

Dark Dwarf?What kind of urban legend?I looked here and there, but I didn't find any suspicious person, only Mr. Zhongyuan's face was very smelly.

Could it be Mr. Nakahara that boy Dazai was talking about?

"What are you stupid blue mackerel talking about!" Very well, boy Dazai, you have successfully angered Mr. Nakahara, but what is green mackerel?

"Dazai boy and Chuya were acquaintances before?"

"Who knows him well?" The two said in unison.

Me: Okay, whatever you say is what you say.

"When I was watching the live broadcast, I felt something was wrong. The bike that Ms. Ueno was riding looked so familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before." Dazai boy rubbed his chin as if thinking, "Then I suddenly remembered that this is not the darkest dwarf Do you like the car model?"

"You bastard—"

No, I have to stop it, or they will fight at the door.

"Young Dazai, please don't say that."

"Miss Ueno is too much, calling him Chuya, and calling me Dazai boy, obviously we met first." Dazai boy was playing innocent again.

I imagined the scene called Dazai Boyji or Aji, and I shuddered unconsciously: "It always feels disgusting to call Dazai Boy's name."

Boy Dazai: "..."

Mr. Zhongyuan: "Poof——"