Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

Takamatsu shook his head vigorously, his light gray hair swaying as he did so.

"I don't know..." Her voice trailed off.

......

Looking at his daughter's aggrieved face, Yuji Takamatsu helplessly covered his forehead.

Koshimura Sawa, you were born, and this is how you deal with me?

"Wait a moment!"

Hikawa Hina suddenly squeezed in from behind him, her gaze quickly sweeping across the familiar room before finally settling on the table.

The things that were originally there have disappeared, leaving only a guitar sword with a broken string.

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It's going to rain...

Standing in front of the Yuzawa Cafe across from the school gate, Koshimura Sawa looked up at the gloomy sky above and muttered to himself.

Luckily, I'm an Eastern Prison player, so I can manage without an umbrella when it rains.

[Didn't you go back and find that only one spot on your body wasn't wet?]

byd Giraffe, you finally came out! How long have you been AFK?

Oh, it's okay, you can continue, I'm really enjoying it.

Koshimura Sawa: "?"

I'll report you as soon as I get out.

"A big banana, a big banana—"

Just then, his cell phone rang at an inopportune moment.

Koshimura took out his phone and looked at the note that lit up on the screen.

Toyokawa Shoko.

He was silent for a moment, then pressed the power button, turned off the phone, and put it back in his pocket.

He casually pulled out a handful of loose change from his pocket and counted it.

1500 yen...

With this little money, it's not even enough to take a taxi from the left eye of Dongxuelian to the right eye.

Koshimura Sawa sighed.

Damn it, why do I always run into these kinds of shitty things?

He had just turned around, preparing to think of any other solutions.

But then he suddenly saw something parked on the side of the street that he recognized very well.

Three-wheeled vehicle.

......

Old buddy, can we fight side by side again?

An elderly man, who was leaning against the back of a truck bed and listening to music with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a void behind him and almost fell backward to the ground. He quickly reached out and grabbed a stone block next to him to steady himself.

"Sorry, sir, I need to borrow your car urgently!" Yuecun Ze climbed onto the seat, turned the handlebars, and called back, "If I can drive it back, I'll return it to you... Huh?"

He stared blankly at the familiar "No School" t-shirt on the old man's body.

Such a coincidence?

"You brat, I knew you weren't a good person—" The old man slowly straightened his back, then suddenly gathered his strength, leaving a series of afterimages behind him, and in an instant he covered a distance of more than ten meters, closely following the three-wheeled vehicle.

"Fuck."

The old man was quite a figure when he was young.

Yuecun Ze quickly turned around and turned the handlebars all the way: "No, sir, I think we're destined to be together. If you don't mind, I'd like to become your godfather..."

"Don't run away if you dare—" the old man's voice came from afar behind them.

"If you don't answer, I'll take that as a yes!"

Koshimura Sawa turned the handlebars again, and at the last moment before the red light came on, he drifted around the corner and turned onto the small road on the right.

"Wait..." The old man stopped at the sidewalk, panting heavily, watching the tricycle drive away, and stretched out his hand, "That's not—"

His voice slowly faded away in the wind.

Only after confirming that the old man's figure had finally disappeared from the rearview mirror did Yuecunze breathe a sigh of relief and wipe non-existent sweat from his forehead.

He looked up and glanced at the road sign ahead.

Turn right; the white arrow is marked with the words "Capital Expressway No. 5 Ikebukuro Line".

Without hesitation, Koshimura Sawa twisted the handlebars, changed lanes, and entered the motor vehicle lane, merging into the surging traffic.

Wait, what are you going to do?

A startled voice came from my mind.

"Let's get on the elevated road."

Koshimura glanced at the dashboard below and noticed that there seemed to be no indicator light showing the remaining battery level, only a lonely plastic cover with a red warning sign.

He reached out and opened the lid, and saw a fist-sized transparent crystal embedded in the bracket engraved with fine patterns.

An invisible magic seemed to flow slowly, gradually transmitting downwards along the grooves on the support.

"This is the shortest route from Bunkyo Ward to Haneda Airport."

Koshimura released his left hand from the handlebars and opened the guitar case behind him.

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"Why do I only trust Tesla? Because of its past history..."

The man attached his newly purchased iPhone 13 to the car's phone holder.

Using an iPhone, driving a Tesla, and watching Hu Chenfeng's live streams, I've successfully joined the ranks of the upper class.

The Tesla owner hummed a tune contentedly, activated cruise control, leaned back in his seat, and watched as a tricycle suddenly darted out from the side, changed lanes, accelerated, and left him far behind.

The man sat up abruptly, rolled down the car window, and stared in disbelief at the tricycle billowing white smoke. His glasses slipped off his nose.

Dude, what kind of tram is this?

Hey, you're treating me like a Japanese guy... Oh, I guess I am Japanese, actually.

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【Are you crazy? 】

"The giraffe said in disbelief."

"Otherwise, what do you think I did just now to find a godfather?"

Koshimura stomped hard on the three-wheeled vehicle beneath him, seemingly trying to calm its restless spirit.

The white smoke billowing from the engine immediately decreased significantly.

He looked at the shimmering magic stone, forcibly secured in the support, closed the lid, and smiled.

"Come on, let's block the bridge."

Chapter 72 A Shocking Moment... Kneeling?

"Hello, the number you dialed is currently switched off...qun#VI引'气（一）er疤寺IV捌"

As Toyokawa Shoko watched the screen gradually dim, she gritted her teeth, put away her phone, and continued running forward.

That idiot! That madman! What on earth is he trying to do?!

"Xiao Xiang?"

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Toyokawa Shoko suddenly stopped and turned around.

I stared in surprise at the figure standing under the signpost in Asukayama Park, carrying a bass guitar.

"Su Shi?"

Why is she here?

"What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here..." Nagasaki Motoyo quickly smiled nostalgically, gently twirling a strand of hair that fell to her shoulder, and hurried forward.

"Wait, I don't have time to talk to you right now—" Toyokawa Shoko snapped out of her brief shock and turned around anxiously to leave.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist from behind.

Toyokawa Shoko turned her head.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave, Sho?" Nagasaki Motoyo looked at her with pleading eyes and asked, "I have so much to tell you... Can I hear it?"

"Let go of me—" Toyokawa Shoko struggled violently, trying to shake off her hand.

But Nagasaki Motoyo gripped his hand even tighter.

"I know... Xiao Xiang, you must really hate me right now..."

She looked down at the cold, mechanical hand she was holding.

"Because I failed to cast that protective spell back then, right?"

Toyokawa Shoko's struggling movements suddenly stopped.

Before she could answer, Nagasaki Motoyo continued.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Xiang... I'm so sorry... I know these three words are too light and can't make up for anything."

"But... I really miss the days when we were all in the same adventure team..."

"So...if possible, we—"

"To keep biting at it like that is really disgraceful."

"It's like that," Toyokawa Shoko suddenly said.

"I've already forgotten about it, so you should have forgotten about it by now, right?"

"Ugh?"

Motoyo Nagasaki's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Why?" she asked anxiously. "Why do you say forget it? We had such a good relationship back then, we were happy every day, we were all together..."

"An adventurer's group is a community bound by fate, that's what you said, Xiao Xiang—"

"Do you really think so?"

Toyokawa Shoko interrupted her.

"No equipment, no supplies, no coordination... what kind of adventure group can be called destiny?"

"It was just a childish adventure group, so ending it like this is the best fate for it."

Shoko Toyokawa used all her strength to shake off her hand.

"So... stop saying those capricious things."

"This is the final ultimatum."

"From now on, don't have anything to do with me anymore."

She turned around and quickened her pace, walking into the distance.

"No—!!" Nagasaki Motoyo suddenly caught up and grabbed her hand tightly.

"If it weren't for Xiao Xiang, Watashi—"

"let me go."

"What will it take for you to come back?" Nagasaki Motoyo's legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground. "I'll do anything I can—"