The more he thought about what the three priests did, the more Qiao Shuya felt it made sense.
Just do it. Taking advantage of the noon time, Qiao Shuya spent money to download several of Dituni's most classic songs on his mobile phone. They are definitely the kind of songs that will be played on video websites as long as the three syllables of the intro are played. Delete the existence of the video.
In addition, we also found a manufacturer to customize a few shirts with patterns similar to a certain mouse.
Then we really encounter an incident like last time in Ginza. As soon as the BGM is turned on, the clothes are taken off to reveal a certain mouse, and then he picks up a golf club and pretends to be a psychopath, so that some unscrupulous people can understand what it means for human stars to shine. The golden golf man.
When custom-making clothes, Qiao Shuya thought of that stupid apprentice again. Even though it was during lunch break, he was too lazy to cross a teaching building to go to the first grade, so he asked on his mobile phone.
Ke Qing (Qiao): What are your measurements?
pressed salted duck:? ? ?
Ke Qing (Qiao): Give me your measurements, hurry up.
Banya: Are you not seriously ill? Crazy, I suddenly want my measurements.
Ke Qing (Qiao): We have custom-made clothes. Hurry up.
Banya withdrew a message
Salted duck: 70, 48, 72
Ke Qing (Qiao): OK!
Qiao Shuya quickly sent Yuan Zhi'ai's measurements to the custom-made manufacturer. When the manufacturer saw these measurements, he was silent for a while and said, "The second model of yours should be less than 140cm, right?"
Qiao Shuya: "You guessed it right."
Merchant: "That should be for children under 12 years old. Do you want a children's style?"
Qiao Shuya: "..."
He was still thinking about how to explain to the merchant that a high school student's measurements were similar to those of a 10-12-year-old primary school graduate.
At this time, another hot blonde girl from unknown class came to Qiao Shuya's white plastic chair and said in a seductive tone: "Senior JO, can you leave your mobile phone number?"
Qiao Shuya was silent, silently writing her cell phone number to Yuan Zhi'ai, watching this hot girl leave happily, and then seemed to be showing off to her other friends.
Qiao Shuya always felt that such a scene had happened to him many times.
Have you become the bragging rights of these hot girls to some extent?
Perhaps these idle female high school students began to regard themselves as the boss of the dungeon. Whoever can get their mobile phone numbers will be the real attractive hottie.
Forget it, never mind, the one I gave him was the mobile phone number of my young disciple Yuan Zhi'ai anyway, so it was her who should have the headache.
happy.
…
On the other side, Yuan Zhi'ai looked at her phone. Whether it was Qiao Shuya's private chat or the messages in the group, her face was already wrinkled with an expression like a hidden fox.
"Xiao Ai, Xiao Ai, I heard that a senior in the third grade of high school jumped from the third floor during class today. I heard that nothing happened. After taking a breath, he sped up and ran away from the school." Asakura Yui came to Yuanzhi. Said he loved the gossip around him.
"Uh..." Yuan Zhi'ai didn't know how to reply to this troubled friend. You must know that the fool who jumped from the third floor is the godfather you miss so much, my friend.
Even more than that, it only took him ten minutes to rush to Customs Street, then two minutes to kill the strange demon, and another 10 minutes to rush to the association to deal with the matter and then came back.
The whole process gives the impression of driving on the pavement with great speed.
Yuan Zhi'ai covered her forehead, her blood pressure was getting higher and higher.
"Xiao Ai, why do you think that senior jumped off the building after receiving a phone call during class? Is he a warrior running for love?" His friend Asakura Yui was still gossiping, and even the D-level small breasts kept dangling in front of her. With.
Yuan Zhiai: "???"
"Tell me, is there a possibility that that person is simply ill..." Yuan Zhi'ai returned cautiously.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. It's more than six meters high to jump from the third floor. Even a high-jumping sports student will doubt himself when he sees this height. It must be a very urgent matter to make him jump for love." Chao Chao. Cang Wei seemed to have fallen into some kind of fantasy,
"For example, his girlfriend had an accident, or her girlfriend was bullied and humiliated. He jumped off the building and charged for love. Love has unlimited power. It's so romantic!"
Yuan Zhiai: "???"
"As long as you are happy..." Yuan Zhi'ai complained helplessly.
She could only take out a pack of milk and drink it, watching silently as her friend went crazy in front of her.
If there was a 1% chance that this thing would be liked by the master before, now it is absolutely impossible after this madness. I might as well give up on being the mistress of the office.
After all, Qiaoshua is a person who is extremely afraid of trouble in other aspects, except when he encounters news about strange demons.
While the two were having their usual daily chat with female high school students, a young man with short hair who looked like an athlete came over.
"Simi Marseille, can I interrupt you for a moment?" He came to the two of them and bowed.
Yuan Zhiai nudged Asakura Yui with her elbow. She has become accustomed to it these days. Most of the time, she is sending a love letter to her friend or asking for her mobile phone number.
After all, this friend of mine can be regarded as a super pretty girl in front of ordinary students. Even her bust size is invincible among the entire first year of high school.
But she just looked like she was watching a show, drank milk, and watched her friend look embarrassed again.
Yuan Zhiai: Happy!
She didn't know yet, but her master probably encountered exactly the same thing at this time, except that he was dealing with a hot girl.
However, this male high school student was not facing Asakura Yui, but bowed deeply to Minamoto Chiai, bending his waist almost to 90 degrees, and then said: "Minamoto-san, can you give me your mobile phone?" Number?"
Yuan Zhiai: "???"
The smile stopped on her face for a moment, and she couldn't be happy anymore.
But the smile gradually moved to the face of Asakura Yui next to her, and she now had the word "lucky" written all over her face.
Crazy? Is there really a pervert who would be interested in a guy like me who looks like a primary school student?
Yuan Zhi'ai was full of dark thoughts, but she didn't show them. She had to pretend to be a young lady in front of outsiders.
Yuan Zhi'ai was silent, calmly wrote down Qiao Shuya's phone number, and then handed it to the male high school student.
"Hi!" The male high school student left excitedly holding the phone number, as if holding an imperial edict in his hand.
It's so disgusting to be perverted, but luckily she gave Qiao Shuya's phone number, so it will be him who will have a headache.
Yuan Zhiai can already picture Qiao Shuya's expression when he received a phone call from a male high school student to confess his love, and then kept pacing thinking about how to catch him, then fill him with cement and sink him into Tokyo Bay.
happy.
…
The afternoon classes ended quickly, and not much happened during the day.
The angle of the sun gradually shifted. Qiao Shuya looked at the squad leader who was packing up the books and hesitated to speak.
He was really moved by his talent. Thinking that a person with such an SS-level talent might not be able to become a Warden in his whole life. Such a good talent would be in vain. Qiao Shuya felt that he had given up after seeing his friend draw 8 gold cards ten times in a row. It's like a trap.
What a sin!
If Yuan Zhi'ai had such a talent, she would probably be drooling. She would be so happy that she would wake up after being hit by a jeep for 25 hours a day.
However, the awakening of the Watchers does not have much regularity and manufacturability, at least according to the research of the Human League.
It seems to be completely random, and it is difficult to find much in common among these people.
Perhaps the only thing they have in common is that at least their moral values are online. At the very least, there is no particularly outrageous guy among the current Watchers. To say that the most outrageous Ryoma Kiryu is just a little bit extravagant.
However, he is probably because of the price of his ability. After all, he is a dragon...
So Qiao Shuya didn't know what to say at all. If the squad leader had a template, he might try to give her an ability to see if she could be transformed into a watcher.
well.
"Qiao-san, is there something on my face today?" Yoshida Tsumugi has been feeling very uncomfortable today. Every time she turns around, she can see Qiao Shuya turning his head.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, her heart was beating fast, but she was afraid that it was just an illusion.
"No, it's nothing, just a little regretful..." Qiao Shuya sighed, "It's just that the wind is very noisy today..."
He looked out the window and saw a gust of breeze blowing on him.
Qiao Shuya really wants to see what SS-level talent will be like. Is it so exaggerated to be directly promoted to A-level one day after a jeep crash, and then directly surpass A the next day after another crash?
But, now I can only think about it.
And that high favorability score of 98...
What a sin...
"Okay, I'm going to pick up my daughter!" Qiao Shuya waved his hand to say hello to this guy who was barely an acquaintance in this class.
After all, life will be unsatisfactory nine times out of ten.
When he came to the jeep, he saw Yuan Zhi'ai in the car. He thought about giving his young apprentice's mobile phone number to a hot girl at noon, and almost couldn't hold back. Fortunately, he was a professional, so he couldn't hold it back no matter how funny it was.
When Yuan Zhi'ai saw Qiao Shuya's face, she almost lost her temper. She remembered that she gave Qiao Shuya's mobile phone number to a pervert at noon. Fortunately, she managed her expression well.
"Drive to the association..." Qiao Shuya said.
"Uh, do you want to go there again?" Yuan Zhi'ai was a little confused.
"Yes, my cross is ready. You can pick it up today." Qiao Shuya said.
"By the way, what's up with the custom-made clothes?" Yuan Zhi'ai was curious.
"The new work that the priests and the others have created is that if a certain mouse is printed on the clothes, they will not be afraid of being exposed, because the video cannot be distributed at all." Qiao Shuya said.
"Is there still such a job?" Yuan Zhi'ai was shocked.
It was the rush hour after get off work, and the streets of Tokyo were unexpectedly blocked, especially around the Watchmen Association. In fact, the original location of the association was relatively remote, but after the association was located there, the area became more and more prosperous. .
Various builders and businesses are even rushing to buy land around the association. It seems that the center of Tokyo is no longer the Imperial Palace, but the association building.
"Didi!"
Yuan Zhi'ai honked the horn angrily. What she hated most was traffic jams.
The trip that they could have happily finished in a few minutes ended up taking more than an hour, and the food was no longer fresh by the time they got home.
Qiao Shuya also played with his mobile phone happily, since he was not driving the car anyway.
But at this moment, the priest in the group suddenly gave him a special attention.
Priest: Dear guest, I have encountered a very difficult matter here. I can’t handle it. Not even me, not many people in Tokyo can handle it. Please come over and have a look.
Ke Qing (Qiao): Okay, I'll be right away.
Priest: Send the coordinates to Amakusa Cross Church, 1-chome, Yoneka-cho.
"Temporarily change the schedule and go to Amakusa Church." Qiao Shuya said.
Yuan Zhi'ai was still honking the horn angrily. She wanted to hit the horn with a hammer. When she heard this, she turned her head and asked, "How can I drive out here?"
Qiao Shuya looked at it and said: "Isn't the bicycle lane quite spacious? Drive!"
…
The priest was in the Amakusa Church and looked serious at this time.
"Madam, I know you are in a hurry, but please don't be anxious first. Let others be anxious first, otherwise we will all be anxious together." The priest looked at the graceful and elegant lady in front of him, but his face remained calm. .
Not a tomboy or a little boy, he's not interested.
Half an hour ago, the priest, brother, and the other two people left the association and went home. They lingered in the Kabuki District for several days. The brothers were tired of it for the time being and were ready to continue working.
The priest returned to the association and assembled the steel billet that had been enchanted with pure gold. It was not only straight and hard, but also had unimaginable toughness. This was the most perfect work of his life.
After making the holy cross sword, he left and returned to the church, smiling and preparing to continue his career as an ordinary priest in DJing in Tokyo. However, at this time, the rich lady who still had the charm came up to confess and pray.
The priest greeted the customer with a smile. He was actually very happy today. He smiled and faced the rich lady's prayers with the most sincere smile.
The rich lady was not an ordinary person, but also a wealthy person. They naturally knew that the priest was an A-level watcher, so they slowly told a strange thing.
Their family manages Tokyo's grain, mainly rice and flour. However, when they opened the granary a few days ago, they suddenly discovered that 17,000 tons of grain were missing from the entire warehouse.
The priest's originally smiling expression became more silent the more he listened, and then he stopped laughing completely and turned into a stern face.
This expression also made the rich lady panic. In one word, she was not afraid of the watcher laughing, but she was afraid of the watcher being suddenly silent.
"Father, this must not be something humans can do. This must be done by strange demons. 17,000 tons of rice and flour. Even if one ton per person requires 17,000 people to haul it away. I don’t even know how many trucks are needed. How? Suddenly disappeared?" Mrs. Fu cried anxiously.
"Madam, since you think it was caused by strange demons... well, I can only find someone to come over..." The priest quickly contacted Qiao Shuya in the group. The specific situation was not easy to explain clearly, so he simply asked Qiao Shuya to Come directly to understand the situation.
He was also numb. Why was it that the first request and prayer he received when he returned to the church was such an unlucky thing.
Another 17,000 tons of grain disappeared for no reason...
The priest only felt that it was outrageous. Even if there were 17,000 pigs, they would not be able to finish them in so many days.
(End of chapter)
