Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Pretty Uncle, v me 50

Just as Olga lowered her head, still struggling with her own thoughts, a gentle voice rang out above her head: "*&!%￥#@?"

Olga instinctively wanted to step back and create some distance, but she restrained herself. When she looked up again, she looked like a lost child with tears in her eyes: "Sorry, my Japanese, no good."

Olga spoke English very slowly, though the grammar and word order were completely incorrect, but it should be easy for a foreigner to understand. She played the role of a pitiful child while observing the black-haired man in front of her with interest.

He looked young, in his early twenties, with a pair of upturned eyes. Judging from the hand he extended to her—calluses? These were…calluses from prolonged use of wood.

Tsk, this person's identity is not simple. Even if Olga was ignorant, she knew that owning a wooden cannon in Japan was definitely not as easy as in America.

So--

Gang members? Criminals? Could they be... police?

Despite all the speculation in her heart, Olga showed none of it on her face, portraying the helpless lost child to perfection. If Gin were here, he would know that Olga had learned much more from Vermouth than just spending money like water.

Although Olga didn't understand what the man in front of her was saying, he didn't look impatient at all and remained gentle.

After hearing Olga's words, the man in front of her was stunned for a moment, then turned and shouted something towards the convenience store. Unfortunately, Olga still couldn't understand. She guessed he was calling someone, and that person was called... Zeilou?

Based on Olga's limited knowledge of Japanese pronunciation, she guessed the man said "zero."

But is there really someone with a name as strange as "Zero"? Or do Japanese people have some special preferences when it comes to naming?

A response soon came from the convenience store, and then there came a blond man who looked to be in his early twenties. Olga guessed that this man was probably the "zero" mentioned by the man with phoenix eyes.

After the blond man walked out of the convenience store, he first looked at Olga with a scrutinizing gaze, and then said something to the man with phoenix eyes at the beginning.

Olga didn't understand a word they said, so she could only continue to play the role of the "lost child" with a rather depressed look on her face. But at the same time, she was also looking at the blond man.

This man's expression didn't look as kind as the phoenix-eyed man at the beginning, but of course, he wasn't fierce either. And his hands... those were the hands that only come with frequent use of a cannon.

Finally, the two men ended their conversation. The blond man put his hands in his pockets and bent down slightly. "Little boy, did something happen to you?"

As soon as the blond man opened his mouth, Olga's eyes widened in surprise, and even the crocodile tears in the corners of her eyes seemed more real - she was moved.

Thank goodness, Olga thought, she finally met a... Japanese? who spoke English she could understand.

Eh? This guy isn't Japanese, is he?

But it wasn't a big deal. Olga thought this guy who could speak English was incredibly cute.

Olga immediately seized the opportunity and said, "Hello, I'm traveling in Japan, and I'm separated from my parents. Please call me for 500 for dinner, and I'll pay you back 50,000 once I find them!"

Olga said this to the black-haired man at the beginning. She had a feeling that this person should be easier to deceive, no, more kind!

Blond man: “…”

Olga could see the obvious, speechless expression on the blond man's face with her peripheral vision, but she remained unmoved and just stared at the black-haired man with starry eyes.

Sure enough, the black-haired man turned his head and looked at his companion questioningly.

Olga only heard the blond sigh and then say something in Japanese to the black-haired man. Olga still didn't understand, but she just felt that this wave was stable. No reason - girl's intuition!

Sure enough, the next second, the blond man with his hands in his pockets bent down even lower and said to Olga in a helpless and speechless tone, "My friend wants to treat you to dinner. What do you want? Oden? You were just looking at that."

Olga: “…” Damn it! I was noticed.

In this case, Olga could only nod repeatedly, gave up the idea of ​​​​extorting, deleted all the restaurant names she could think of in her mind, and prepared to try the first oden in her life.

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The oden machine was filled with all sorts of skewers, but Olga could only identify a limited number of ingredients. So, she could only stare at the blond man, trying to get him to repent and explain. Otherwise, Olga didn't want to end up with something horrible like carrot oden.

The blond man probably didn't understand what Olga meant at first. After staring at her with his crescent eyes for more than ten seconds, he spoke hesitantly, "You don't... want me to introduce the dishes... do you?"

Olga nodded frantically.

Blond man: “…”

After another dozen seconds of silence, Olga maintained an innocent expression on her face, but the words that came out of her mouth were not innocent at all: "No way, no way, I'm a child and I don't know the vegetables, so you, an adult, can't tell them apart either?"

Olga could sense the blond's ignited fighting spirit. Provoking him was shameful, but effective. It worked.

Wow, what a young and energetic guy with such a strong desire to win.

As if to prove that he could really tell all the ingredients apart, the blond man began to "explain" to Olga in fluent English.

If Olga hadn't noticed that he would occasionally steal a glance at his dark-haired companion, she would have almost thought that he was a master of cooking.

It seems like... out of these two people, the one with black hair is indeed better at cooking, right?

But it doesn't matter. With the speed at which this blond guy is speaking, except for Olga, a native American, no one else present probably understands what he is saying at all, so it doesn't matter even if he occasionally recognizes a dish incorrectly.

*After the blond man read out all the ingredients in the oden machine to Olga like a dish, a black-haired man with slightly curly hair suddenly jumped out from behind the supermarket shelf.

“&*）%#@￥%!·-*!”

The man with slightly curly black hair said something, and then, as if he had just noticed Olga, he greeted her with a smile: "Hello!"

Olga understood what he said, so she showed her eight-toothed smile and said confidently, "Kong Nijiwa!"

Silence, silence is the convenience store of tonight.

Olga could clearly see the blond man clutching his stomach, tears welling in his eyes, clearly struggling to hold back his laughter. The curly-haired man went even further, clutching his stomach and bursting out laughing, even as he chatted with his companions.

At this time, two more people gathered around the small oden machine. They looked like they had just paid at the counter. One was tall and thin with slightly long hair, and the other had a righteous look on his face and looked very strong.

The two men greeted the blond man and the other two, said something, and then burst out laughing.

Olga: “…”

Olga still doesn't know what funny thing she said today. She was so confident when she said "Kong Ni Ji Wa"! She even imitated the Kansai accent that she thought was the best!!!

but……

Olga began to think seriously about whether it was more likely to encounter a group of criminals shopping in the supermarket or a group of police officers.

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Anyway, Olga, who was confused, finally ordered oden and stood by the glass wall of the convenience store with the five adults she had just scammed, no, just met, waiting for the waiter to fill their cups.

At this moment, the tall and strong man suddenly bent down and asked: "What's your name?"

Olga carefully considered his words for a second before she understood what he said. After all, it was not easy to speak every word in English but sound like Japanese.

Just as the tall and strong guy saw that Olga didn't respond, he touched the back of his head and was about to ask the blond man, the "translator", for help -

Olga took the cup of oden from the clerk, picked up a bunch of unknown things and stuffed them into her mouth, mumbling, "Before asking a lady's name, you should introduce yourself first. This is basic etiquette."

After getting the dinner, Olga stopped pretending. After all, the kind-looking man with phoenix eyes didn't speak English well and was not someone she could scam for a long time.

And the blond guy who was good at English? He looked like the type who would immediately send her, a "lost child", to the police station.

Since Olga didn't want to go back to the organization so soon, she planned to part ways with these five guys immediately after finishing this dinner.

Olga mumbled a long sentence, and the remaining three people looked at the blond man. And the blond man——

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, probably because he was shocked by Olga's word "lady".

*

Soon, Olga knew the names of these five people - the gentlest one was called Jingguang, the one who laughed the loudest was called Jinping, the one with slightly longer hair was called Kenji, and the one with a righteous face was called Hang.

As for the blond one——

"I know." Olga threw the bamboo sticks she had finished eating into the trash can, looked up at the blond man's eyes, and said with a tone of provocation that only she could understand, "Your name is 'Zero'."

Olga said this in Japanese. Although her Japanese was terrible, she could still count from 0 to 10. Otherwise, it would be a shame for the money the organization had spent on her Japanese tutoring classes over the years.

Fūya Rei was stunned for a moment, but soon understood that it was probably because the child heard Morobushi Kagemitsu call him "zero" at the beginning.

As for why everyone only introduced their own names?

The main reason was because of a guy who was willing to compete even with children. He said that since Olga only reported her own name, then for fairness, they would only report their own names.

Olga had no objection to this, after all, they were just a group of guys she had only met once.

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