"What do Shuji think of wild beasts?" Oba Haruhiko asked in the car.
"That's a human problem." Tsushima Shuji said calmly.
* "The so-called humans are just beasts with divine nature. The nature of the beast such as anger, plunder, selfishness, survival, and vanity still exists."
"But Xiuji, you don't have these emotions at all." His tone revealed relief and pride.
"I'm just a bystander." Tsushima Shuji's eyes darkened.
Never feared death, and never had the desire to plunder.
"So humans are just beasts with a little bit of divinity, and Xiuzhi you..." Haruhiko Oba said in a gentle tone.
"He is a child like a god." He said with a smile.
The look in his eyes when he looked at Tsushima Shuji was filled with the same emotions towards similar people and the admiration towards artworks.
Tsushima Shuji looked out the window without saying a word.
…
Return to the residence.
"Go to bed early, otherwise you may not grow taller." Haruhiko Oba said with a chuckle.
Shuji Tsushima: ...I guess I’m really not taller.
No matter how early I go to bed, things like my height probably won't change.
after all……
Ke Xue World Ke Xue Time.
and……
He turned over in bed.
Why sleep if you won't die if you don't sleep.
Even the option of staying up late and dying suddenly has been crossed out.
He sat up and got out of bed.
Decide to find interesting things to do for yourself.
for example……
He opened the window and looked at the night outside.
He looked down at the balcony of the room downstairs.
He immediately turned over and jumped down.
Avoid all hidden trigger locations.
The curtains were opened.
"Good evening——!" He suddenly greeted loudly and cheerfully.
"Good evening, Xiuji." The person standing behind the curtain greeted him with a gentle tone.
Not surprising, it's something I'm used to.
The two looked at each other in silence.
Shuji Tsushima: You should just throw a bomb to say hello.
Just do it next time.
"If you can't sleep, do you want to listen to a bedtime story?" Oba Haruhiko said with some expectation.
"No." Tsushima Shuji decisively refused.
"That's it." Haruhiko Oba sighed in despair.
"No one wants to hear the bedtime story you read, so give up." Shuji Tsushima complained expressionlessly.
This person read him many bedtime stories when he was a child.
After reading it, Tsushima Shuji was given a sedative to sleep.
Then when Tsushima Shuji opened his eyes, he was thrown to an unknown place.
For example, after listening to The Farmer and the Snake, Tsushima Shuji was thrown into a snake cave the next second he just opened his eyes.
Looking at each other quietly with the dense snakes.
Spent three days and nights of peace and tranquility.
"How can a story be more immersive than experiencing it personally?" Oba Haruhiko said with good intentions.
Shuji Tsushima: ...Even if I experience it personally, I don’t have much sense of empathy...
Just like you have bombed the kitchen so many times, you have experienced a lot, right? Have you learned how to cook?
"Ding dong——"
"Ding dong——" The dull sound of the doorbell broke the tranquility of the night.
"It seems that a guest is here." Haruhiko Oba looked at the door through the window.
"Let's go meet this late-night guest together," he said.
…
"Aqiu..."
The wet man stood outside the door, sneezed, and rang the doorbell again.
The iron door slowly opened.
"Please come this way." The bodyguard at the door led the way for him.
"Mr. Haruhiko and Master Shuji will come down later." The bodyguard brought him hot tea.
"Ah, Aqiu... I'm not in a hurry. Can I borrow your bathroom to take a bath... Aqiu...?" The man was shivering and sneezing.
"Of course, no problem, please come with me." The bodyguard replied calmly.
After taking a comfortable hot bath and changing into dry warm clothes, the man sighed in comfort.
Finally, he sat calmly on the sofa, drinking warm tea and waiting for the arrival of his master.
His purpose...
Of course I'm here to borrow money.
If he doesn't pay back the money, a killer will probably come to assassinate him.
It's better to get there early.
Among the people he knew, the only one who was worthy of asking him to borrow money was Oba Haruhiko.
Others were not even qualified to lend him money.
Haruhiko Oba sat downstairs in a wheelchair wrapped in a beige nightgown.
"Good evening, Alves."
"It's not like you to visit me late at night." He said in a deep voice as if he had just woken up.
A boy wearing a shirt and trousers also went downstairs.
"It's Mr. Painter..." He stood on the stairs and looked at the man sitting on the sofa in the hall.
"What happened?" He walked to the hall with heavy steps and settled on the single sofa, looking tired.
The bodyguard brought two cups of coffee and placed them in front of Tsushima Shuji and Oba Haruhiko.
Shuji Tsushima stirred the coffee, took out a pack of capsules from his body, poured out two capsules, and swallowed them with the coffee.
"Is the young master sick?" Alves asked politely.
"I just have a headache." The boy shook his head after swallowing the medicine.
"Well, young master, you should pay more attention to your health." Alves advised.
Haruhiko Oba watched Tsushima Shuji swallow the medicine with coffee and shook his head.
Shuji has started again.
The effect of taking these two together is also very dangerous.
but……
As long as Xiuzhi is happy.
"Alves, if you have anything to do, please tell me quickly. Shuji needs to go to bed early." Haruhiko Oba also took a sip of coffee and said.
"Well..." The man rubbed the back of his head and smiled carelessly.
"I just want to borrow some money from you." He rubbed his thumb and index finger to indicate.
"Okay, how much do you want?" Haruhiko Oba nodded calmly.
"...This number?" Alves raised a hand tentatively.
"Five billion?" Oba Haruhiko looked at the opponent's raised palm and said.
"No problem." He agreed without hesitation.
The bodyguard on the side handed over the check, and he casually wrote down the amount and signature before placing it on the coffee table and pushing it to the other party.
"Huh?" Alves was stunned.
He actually just wants to borrow 50 million...
Do you want to say it?
"I only need 50 million." He thought for a while and said the amount he needed.
"Is fifty million enough?" Haruhiko Oba glanced at him.
"Okay then." The smile was gentle and helpless.
He signaled the bodyguard to hand over the check again, wrote down the amount and figures again, put it on the coffee table and pushed it towards him.
The original check of 500 million was torn into pieces.
"Mr. Haruhiko, you are really generous." Alves looked at the check on the coffee table.
"For someone like me, I can agree to a request for a loan without hesitation." He said with emotion.
"Can I ask why? Aren't you worried that I'll run away?" He asked sincerely.
"You know, I'm called a wandering painter." He joked to himself.
"Because I consider myself and Mr. Alves to be friends." The black-haired man wrapped in a beige nightgown sat in a wheelchair with a gentle smile.
"If you really feel sorry for yourself, just draw a few more pictures for Shuji and me." Haruhiko Oba said.
Shuji Tsushima couldn't help but applaud his acting skills.
Of course you don't mind lending him money, Alves will pay it back to you in the end anyway.
I asked you to borrow 50 million to repay the casino in Avithus, and then pay you back 50 million.
I'll even draw you a picture for free because I'm moved.
A business that is sure to make money without losing money.
Alves looked clearly impressed.
Collected the check.
"Indeed, we are friends." He said.
Haruhiko Oba smiled but said nothing.
Tsushima Shuji was silent while holding his coffee.
Just be happy.
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