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Pharmaceutical Research: ???
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be possible. You can't touch it unless you are 1.7 meters tall...
Yao Yan turned his head in surprise, only to see the person next to him wearing a black windbreaker similar to Dazai Osamu's, with a circle of scarlet light emanating from his body, and his feet were floating in the air.
The bright orange hair, the charming blue eyes, the choker that exudes testosterone, the petite figure, the handsome outfit that symbolizes the mafia, and the most representative hat that will not tilt or fall even if it floats in the air.
Finally, it is this act of kindness, generosity and helpfulness.
Who else could it be if not Nakahara Nakaya?
Under the silent gaze of Yaoyan, Chuuya Nakahara took down the can of milk powder and landed on the ground.
He was obviously a little concerned about what Yaoyan had said before - he made a disdainful and somewhat embarrassed sound.
"Here, the milk powder you asked for," the orange-haired young man said kindly as he handed the milk powder over, as if because he was not the tallest man in Japan (even challenging the minimum height limit for Japanese men), "Drink more milk, kid, or you won't grow tall in the future."
Yakuken, who will never grow taller after becoming a short sword god, said: Thank you so much.
Yaoyan took the can of milk powder, and seemed to think of something. A smile appeared on her soft lips. "Well, thank you very much. Sir, you also believe in the 'milk makes you taller' theory, otherwise you wouldn't come here to choose milk powder. People of our height do have some troubles... But please don't give up, I believe you will grow taller."
Maybe if Chuuya Nakahara listened to him and drank more milk, he could really get rid of the "1.6-meter height" curse of the original work?
#I bought a bunch of milk powders of various brands, so-called growth-enhancing foods, and calcium tablets, but four years later, nothing about Nakahara Chuuya has changed, including his height#
Nakahara Chuuya, who was about to wait for the drug researcher to leave before choosing the milk powder to buy, was caught in the act: ...
Even though what the other person said was correct, why did it sound weird?
"Well, no need to thank me." Nakahara Chuuya rubbed the choker on his neck with his fingertips and said somewhat embarrassedly.
After all, he was already halfway into adulthood, and he felt shy when a 13 or 14-year-old boy told him that he wanted to grow taller.
——Nakahara Chuuya, who considered himself mature and stable, thought so.
"I have other things to buy, sir, so I won't disturb your shopping experience. Have a nice day." Yao Yan said, and when he saw Nakahara Chuuya nodded in response, he picked up the shopping basket and walked away.
It’s not that I don’t want to chat with Nakahara Chuuya, the Yokohama singer (crossed out) and the last conscience of the Port gang, but Nakahara Chuuya is also a cadre of the Port Mafia after all. Even if he didn’t notice anything wrong, the people outside Morio who were monitoring Nakahara Chuuya’s every move would feel strange. In addition, I was taken in by Oda Sakunosuke and met Dazai Osamu...
Yaoyan didn't believe that he wouldn't be targeted by that selfish uncle outside Mori Ou.
It’s a bit of a pity. It would be great if we could exchange names as a time travel check-in.
Yao Yan breathed a sigh of relief after getting out of the long checkout line. Shopping in the supermarket was like fighting a war, and it was inexplicably tiring.
Yao Yan walked into the alley carrying the spoils he had bought from the supermarket.
This was a shortcut he discovered by accident. Few people passed by, the alley was relatively clean, and he could occasionally run into a few cute stray cats.
But this time, just as he turned the corner and entered another alley, he found an old man with completely silver hair and a hunched back surrounded by several hooligans, who seemed to be blackmailing him for money.
Yao Yan frowned and looked grim, and walked forward quickly. The conversation he heard at this time just confirmed his guess.
"Hey, old woman, give me your money."
"I have no money...you should go find someone else. I'm just a poor old woman." The old woman looked a little scared and shook her head.
"Huh? Who are you kidding? I just saw you coming out of the bank. Did you transfer money to your precious good-for-nothing son again? Tsk, it seems your son deserves the money, but we don't?" The man who spoke threateningly to the old man obviously understood the situation inside the old man. He made a "Pooh" sound and rubbed his hands together a few times.
Seeing that the group of people were about to attack the old man, Yaoyan put down the shopping bag in his hand, ran forward and pulled away one of the thugs wearing a yellow skull T-shirt. The thug took several steps back due to the sudden pull, and finally lost his balance and fell to the ground.
While the other thugs were shifting their attention to their accomplice who had fallen to the ground, Yao Yan pulled the old man behind him to protect him.
Yao Yan's beautiful red eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrows were full of coldness and mockery. Although he was only 1.53 meters tall, he gave the gangsters the feeling that he was looking down at something unsightly from a high place. "Indeed, a bunch of trash like you are not worthy!"
Those guys soon surrounded them again. The leader, a thug dressed in a punk style with a Band-Aid on his face, took out the cigarette he was holding, threw it on the ground and crushed it with his foot.
"Hey, you little brat dares to act like a hero and save people?" The other party looked at Yao Yan with a fierce look in his eyes, "With your sickly appearance and little flesh on your body, you dare to come out and see injustice?"
A man with tattoos next to the gang leader, who was dressed a bit slutty but was a real muscular man, stared at Yao Yan and said, "Brother, this kid is pretty, I like him very much. If you want to hit him, can you please not hit him in the face? In the end, let me take him away to enjoy what heaven is?"
The people around him seemed to be used to it, and even started to joke with each other, "Katsuhira, you always go after boys. I don't understand what's so attractive about boys' bodies. Next time, I'll take you to the red-light district to find the most popular courtesan."
"No, you know my sexual orientation, so don't give me that." The tattooed muscular man cursed with a smile.
Yao Yan heard this and secretly placed his hand on the device hanging around his waist. Very good, seeing the other party's familiar movements, it was not the first or second time that he extorted money, nor did he attack other boys.
It's really disgusting.
As Yao Yan thought so and looked at the group of people who were about to come forward, his snow-white body was quietly unsheathed.
"Hehe, you little brat, it's your luck that you fell into the hands of our 'Qiuniu Society'." The leading thug sneered.
Just as he clenched his fist and was about to swing at Yaoyan, a large rock covered with a scarlet halo suddenly flew towards him and hit him hard on the back of his head.
The gang leader was knocked unconscious and lay dead on the ground.
At the same time, a voice with anger, a bit of rock metal granularity, and overall arrogant and cold sounded.
"In the port Mafia's territory, you scum from the sewers dare to come out and bully the old, weak and disabled?"
The orange-haired man crushed a brick with every step he took, sending dust flying all over the place, which was quite intimidating, not to mention the words "Port Mafia" that were like a death curse.
The gangsters were trembling on the spot.
The reason why Nakahara Chuuya appeared here was very simple, that is, he followed Yao Yan from a distance into this alley.
After meeting Yaoyan in the supermarket, Nakahara Chuuya was a little concerned about this boy who was about the same height as himself but looked pale and frail. Which family would dare to let a child like this come out and compete with the aunts and uncles for shopping? Aren't they afraid that the child would be squeezed and suffocated?
That’s right, Nakahara Chuuya’s first impression of Yaken was that he was a boy as fragile as glass and would break if he wasn’t careful.
It was not until he saw him beat up eighty strong men with his fists and wiped out a small illegal organization with swords and sabers without bloodshed that he realized how powerful Yaken was.
But that’s another story.
Because Yaoyan just walked out of the supermarket in front of him, Nakahara Chuuya hesitated and followed, but kept a distance. He didn't want to disturb Yaoyan, he just wanted to give him some protection.
Originally, Nakahara Chuuya just wanted to take precautions, but he didn't expect that after following the other party, he actually encountered those gangsters.
Nakahara Chuuya, who was following from a distance, saw the child pushing people away and protecting the old man behind him as soon as he turned the corner.
In the eyes of Nakahara Chuuya, this boy who was full of a sense of justice, after hearing the words of the arrogant man opposite him who only had muscles, remained silent and pursed his lips, pretending to be calm and composed. He was stubborn and arrogant and refused to bow his head, and he protected the people behind him even more strictly.
When Nakahara Chuuya saw Yakuken, who had the pale skin of a sickly pretty boy, and the old woman who was trembling with a cane, he immediately became angry and activated his special ability.
The drug researchers who were forced to join the ranks of the old, weak, sick and disabled: "..."
Lieutenant General Nakahara pinched his fingers until they cracked, and then Yaken witnessed a one-sided beating, one man versus a group of them. The hooligans were beaten so badly that they had no power to fight back, and lay down with blood all over their heads.
With a petite body and great energy, he is worthy of being called Nakahara Chuuya, whose virtual height is 2.8 meters but actual height is 1.6 meters!
It’s good that you don’t have to do anything yourself. The title of “the last conscience of Hong Kong gangs” is worthy of its name. In Yokohama, a dangerous city, it is rare to find good people who are brave enough to do what is right.
Thinking of this, Yaoyan comforted the old man and picked up the shopping bag again.
The old lady was a kind but somewhat nagging person. Nakahara Chuuya and Yao Yan, who were sending her home, listened to her babble on about some family matters and gave her various handicrafts in gratitude. The old lady only stopped after the two of them refused several times in unison.
As for the group of unconscious hooligans, Nakahara Chuuya had been using his special ability to control their gravity to float behind him. After leaving the old lady's house, he went to the police station again and told them about the other party's serial criminal behaviors that were 90% certain to happen. After the police comrades promised that they would investigate seriously, he walked out of the police station directly.
Seeing their expressions of deep hatred and pain, Yao Yan felt that the gangsters would be in trouble.
Yaoyan followed behind carrying things the whole time. He saw Nakahara Chuuya walk to the police station skillfully and tell the staff on duty the origin of the matter skillfully. Some police officers even greeted Nakahara Chuuya. Yaoyan knew that the other party did a lot of helpful things in his daily life.
The two men who walked out of the police station suddenly fell silent. After looking at each other, Nakahara Chuuya pressed down his hat and said, "Kid, do you have anything to say?"
In Yokohama, although there are quite a few people with special abilities, they are still a minority after all. People with special abilities are subtly rejected and shunned by ordinary people. Those with mild special abilities are still okay, but people with destructive special abilities like Nakahara Chuuya have never been treated well.
Not to mention that he is a member of the notorious Port Mafia.
The old woman was able to treat him equally and with kindness, on the one hand because she was older and had seen through a lot, and on the other hand because Nakahara Chuuya saved her.
But can the boy in front of him also do the same and not reject or fear him?
For some reason, Nakahara Chuuya didn't want the boy he had a crush on to hate him.
"What I want to say... Well, Mr. Nakahara, it seems that you just stepped on the bricks laid by the government, did you get any compensation?" Yaoyan thought seriously for a moment and tilted his head.
Nakahara Chuuya: “…”
What? Is this what you came up with after thinking for so long? Nakahara Chuuya didn't know what emotions were surging in his heart, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth revealed his true feelings.
"Well, if it's about the floor tiles, my subordinates will go and pick up the pieces and pay for the damages," Nakahara Chuuya coughed lightly, then he remembered Yao Yan's previous behavior and frowned, "Kid, I'm telling you, if you encounter something like this in the future, it's best to call the police directly. If you don't have the ability, don't be stupid and rush in directly. You won't be so lucky to have someone to help you next time..."
Before he knew it, Zhongyuan Zhongya became talkative. He met Yaoyan's grape-purple eyes, paused for a moment, and then stopped preaching.
"I am really grateful to Mr. Nakahara this time. I don't have anything to give you at the moment, so this box of pocky from a famous brand will serve as a gift. It has a red wine flavor, a bit bitter but also has the sweetness of red wine. I think Mr. Nakahara might like it." Yaoyan pushed his glasses and took out the box of pocky from the shopping bag.
After seeing Nakahara Chuuya accept it, Yao Yan continued, "By the way, I only learned Mr. Nakahara's last name from the police. I wonder what his full name is?"
"My name is Nakahara Chuuya," the orange-haired young man turned his head awkwardly, his ears not completely covered by his hair glowing a pretty pink, "I think you're quite pleasing to the eye, just call me Mr. Chuuya, I'll protect you from now on... If you run into any trouble, just say my name, I'll punish anyone who dares to attack you."
"Mr. Chuuya, I am from the Yakuin Institute. I am so happy to see you today."
"That's too exaggerated..."
…
The two chatted for a while, and Yaoyan had to say goodbye because it was getting late.
In the glow of the setting sun, Nakahara Chuuya stood there and said goodbye to the friends he had met today. His good mood, which had lasted for a while, completely disappeared after he heard the sound coming from behind the big tree next to him.
"Ah, this big tree in front of the police station is also an ideal tree. I think I can get a good night's sleep here."
"Dazai——you bastard finally showed up!!!"
The author has something to say: In the end, drug research still checked in.
I just downloaded the game yesterday and have already gotten four SSR+ cards. Is it difficult to get materials?
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