The 'fierce battle' in the pachinko pachinko parlor and arcade area started at an unknown time around two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was already dusk now.
One group of onlookers left, and another group came, constantly changing.
"I'm going, isn't it over yet?" A young man who left during the first group of onlookers returned to the pachinko shop at dusk. As soon as he entered the shop, he saw the still lively scene here and exclaimed.
"Yeah, this is really a bladder bureau~"
Next to him, a thin young man crossed his legs and answered him with a slightly pale face.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
The man glanced at him and couldn't help but ask questions.
"It's nothing, just holding in the urine."
The thin young man replied.
"You won't always be here, right?"
"How can we leave the battle of the century? I have to witness it with my own eyes..." He trembled at the word 'oh', and saw the man clamping his legs tighter before continuing: "The outcome of this battle will be !”
"No, didn't they leave?"
"No, buddy, they are not only strong men who can fight the bladder game, but their own bladders are also extremely powerful. Did you see that bald man? The drink box he moved out from here is taller than you and me combined. And except for a few Except for a few bottles, the others were all drank by these two strong men!"
"Didn't you go to the toilet?"
"Not even a trip!"
Hearing this, some unsuspecting passers-by suddenly took a breath and looked at the two men who were still fighting fiercely with a different kind of admiration.
. . . . .
As the last marble was consumed, the score came to 143 to 144, a total of 287 rounds.
"Are you coming again?" Gilgamesh raised the corners of his mouth and panted slightly, but this was not because he was tired, but because he was too excited.
"Oh, forget it, the marbles as trophies are all gone. A war without trophies is uninteresting." Iskandar waved his hand.
"What about this war?"
Gilgamesh asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I lose." Iskandar replied, waving to the side: "Boy Weber, bring me your wallet."
"No, in the end, you still exported my wallet?" Weber held his wallet and handed it out reluctantly.
"There's nothing I can do about it. This blond guy is pretty good. He's considered a capable person. He's a little bit ahead of me..."
"Hmph, you have been able to fight me for so long before losing. King Conqueror, you are quite capable. I can acknowledge this."
The two of them played arcade games all afternoon and drank happy water together all afternoon. However, they developed a friendship after having a little fun. There was a sense of sympathy for each other, and they talked about each other's business.
"I'm willing to admit defeat. This is the money to pay back your marbles." Iskandar threw Weber's wallet: "Also, if there is anything you want me to do, just say it, as long as I can do it."
Gilgamesh caught the thrown wallet without moving his hands, but he just looked at the thickness of the wallet and showed disdain. The money in it was probably not as much as what he had just thrown into the trash. More than a tenth of the money.
As a result, Weber's wallet was thrown back.
"If you smash it, I won't want it. I'm too lazy to throw it away."
"As for what I want you to do, I haven't decided yet."
"Let's stop here for today."
Gilgamesh stood up and walked directly to a man: "Kirei, how do you feel?"
Kotomine Kirei replied with a cold face: "It's so boring. I spent the whole afternoon doing meaningless things."
"Then what is meaningful?" Gilgamesh asked, "Kneeling in front of the stone statue and praying to your god all afternoon?"
Kotomine Kirei: "..."
"Well, there are many meaningless things in this world, but their greatest value lies in their lack of meaning.
Precisely because it has no meaning, it is easier to be given a different concept.
For example, pleasure, when the concept of pleasure is given to a meaningless thing, the meaningless thing will become valuable for people to do.
Carpe diem and live up to one's short life, this is my philosophy in life. "
Gilgamesh casually mentioned some of Kotomine Kirei's famous quotes about tax evasion, and then asked him to go back.
"Let's go."
The ancient king took the lead to walk outside. When the onlookers saw him approaching, they all stepped back to make way for such an arcade boss.
Kotomine Kirei's pace was a little slower, with a thoughtful look on his face, and he silently followed Gilgamesh.
. . . .
Outside, Wu Ke was helping to move the garbage.
"Just move here."
The trash was moved onto a cart.
An aunt wearing a convenience store uniform expressed her gratitude to him: "Thank you, young man, I will do the rest myself. Here, please have a drink. I see you bought a lot, but you didn't drink it yourself." .”
The convenience store worker thanked her sincerely and put a bottle of Bingkuoluo into Wu Ke's hand. Without waiting for him to refuse, she pushed the trolley away and took out the trash.
Wu Ke held the cold Kuo Luo, but felt warm in his heart.
"Does helping others really make you happy?"
At this time, a voice came from behind.
Turning his head, Wu Ke saw Gilgamesh and a man walking out of the pinball shop.
"Blonde brother, did you and the red-haired uncle decide the winner? Who won?"
"There is no doubt, of course I won." Gilgamesh raised his head and answered with a high-pitched voice like a declaration, and then sank again: "Hey, don't change the subject, you haven't answered my question yet!"
Wu Ke scratched his head. For some reason, after his hair was burned off, he liked to do this action, as if it was a curse: "Isn't it normal to help others and feel happy?"
"No other reason?"
"Need another reason?"
Kotomine Kirei suddenly interrupted: "But it doesn't make sense, does it?"
"Um?"
Wu Ke looked at Kotomine Kirei with some curiosity. He had just met this person in the afternoon, and he had the impression that he was a bit taciturn, like a boring melon and gourd.
Even if he bought this person a bottle of Kuoluo, it took a long time for him to say 'thank you' from his mouth.
At this time, in response to this man's statement, Wu Ke retorted: "How can it be meaningless to help others? This is doing a good deed!"
"..." Kotomine Kirei was silent for a moment. Faced with the bald boy who said, 'This is a good thing' in a matter-of-fact manner, he thought for a while and decided to use a more objective and realistic word. angle to explain your question.
“There are too many people in this world who need help, and you alone can’t help them.
Even if you can help everyone you see who needs help, during the time you help one person, there will be many individual people in the world who need your help.
Based on this objective fact, isn't your behavior of helping others meaningless? "
