Chapter 06 6

Chaori Xiqiu paused for a moment, then expressionlessly pressed the buttons on his phone to select the black crow avatar, then clicked the right button, scrolled to the bottom, and finally selected the bar.

[Do you want to delete this friend? (Yes/No)]

He nodded decisively.

The next second, a pop-up window popped up on the phone screen: [No permission to operate, please contact the administrator.]

Morning Sun and Evening Autumn:?

No permission? He paused. What the hell, he didn't even have permission to operate his own phone. This was really the opposite of what Heaven was like!

Chaori Xiqiu refreshed and tried several times, trying to delete [My Master] to become the master. However, he found that no matter what he did, a pop-up window of [Unauthorized Operation] would pop up.

Maybe there is some setting problem in this email application or the phone itself, which does not allow deleting the only existing friends.

After repeated failures, Chao Ri Xi Qiu gave up and decided to give full play to the health-preserving spirit of "sleeping soundly when encountering difficulties" and no longer fight against the App's artificial intelligence system.

Although it was strange that he couldn't delete his chat app friends, Asahi Yuaki had no plans to change his phone - it was simple, because he had no money!

Besides, he has lost his memory now and doesn't know any of his personal information. Now that there happens to be a clue that seems to be a secret, let's keep it. It may be useful in the future.

Before exiting, Chaori Xiqiu thought for two seconds and changed the comment of the black crow avatar from [My Master] to [Old and Backward].

Then he was satisfied.

Anything that involves slavery in modern society must be a feudal remnant and outdated!

While Asahi Yuki was fumbling with his phone, the clerk completed the initial review. After accepting Asahi Yuki's ID, he operated a few times on the computer and then pulled out a piece of paper from the drawer.

"Please, Asahi-san, just sit over there. Simply fill out this form and give it to me later along with the withdrawal fee. The school will review it and keep it on file."

The ID card had Asahi Yuki's information written on it, so the clerk was able to call out his name very smoothly. He handed over the form in his hand and made a gesture.

However, Chao Ri Xi Qiu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and almost thought that he had heard it wrongly, and asked: "...dropout fee?"

No, why do you have to pay to drop out of school these days???

If she hadn't completed the application for withdrawal, it would have been recorded as truancy, and Asahi Yuaki would have slipped away long ago, and would never have set foot in the door of the place where the main plot takes place.

In order to avoid endless trouble in the future, he decided to follow the procedures carefully and handle the relevant business in an orderly manner.

The clerk coughed and explained carefully, "It's like this. According to the requirements of the police academy training plan, the Metropolitan Police Department Police Academy has specially set up a "dropout fee" since the year before last to urge police academy students to complete their studies seriously and enter the workplace as soon as possible."

"Of course, this is mainly a process of dropping out of school, and it is mainly symbolic. In fact, for the Metropolitan Police Academy, money is not the main point."

Asahi Yuaki: ...I'm sorry, but money is very important to the amnesiac.

Who would have thought that after battling wits and courage with the main storyline and finally reaching the last stage of dropping out of school, I was actually stuck on the [handling fee] item!

It's really a matter of money that makes a hero fall. It gives people the feeling of playing the game diligently to gain experience, but in the end, a pop-up window appears at the last level saying that you must spend money to pass the level.

A faint melancholy arises in the morning sun and evening autumn.

Although the handling fee was not high, now not only his mind was empty, his pocket was empty too. They could compare which of the two was more empty.

He planned to use the only cash he took out from the luggage compartment for temporary living expenses in the next few days.

After all, you can't sleep under a bridge, eat plants in the park, and live like a fairy, right? So there's no extra money to pay the fee.

Just when Chao Ri Xi Qiu was thinking about whether he could apply for the new concept of "phased withdrawal", his cell phone suddenly rang with a ding dong message notification.

He looked down subconsciously and found an unexpected bank payment notification.

[Dear user, your credit card account **** received a deposit of 200,000 yen on April 2, and the remaining balance is 200,000 yen.]

"!"

Chaohi Xiqiu's eyes seemed to be like a bunch of lit wicks, lighting up in an instant.

What is this? A windfall! God gave me money!!

Two hundred thousand yen is not a lot but not a small amount either. In Tokyo, it can cover two or three months' rent plus living expenses.

This money solved his immediate problem and allowed him to drop out of school without any worries.

Now I can finally pay the renewal fee with peace of mind, since I can still withdraw money from the bank after leaving school.

Asahi Yuqiu sat at the table next to her, filling out the application form that the clerk had just handed her easily and smoothly, her handwriting elegant and graceful.

After a moment of excitement, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Who transferred this money to me? And why did they transfer 200,000 yen to me?

The memory of sunrise and sunset is like an erased blackboard, without any trace of handwriting, only vague and unrecognizable white chalk stains remaining meaninglessly.

He still couldn't remember any specific past events. The only clue he had was the only friend in the email in his cell phone that he couldn't delete.

...Could it be that the person with the strange note gave him the money?

Asahi Yuqiu opened her phone again and stared at the black crow avatar in the special mailbox, her mind wavering.

After a while, he sent a tentative message: [Money?]

The other party seemed to be online and responded quickly. Almost the next moment, a reply appeared.

--【Um.】

Half a second later, another letter arrived.

——【Not enough?】

It was a very simple response, but it was enough to confirm Asahi Yuaki's previous guess.

...So, it was really this [old backward] friend who gave him the money? ! His eyes widened slightly.

Oh, no, no, no, how can you call someone "old and backward"? Chaori Xiqiu changed his mind and raised his thumb inwardly.

This kind of money-making behavior is obviously very advanced, very young, and very worthy of inheritance and promotion!

Haha, the original remark of [my master] definitely didn’t mean the feudal meaning I thought it did. It should just mean the simple head of the family.

Come to think of it, combined with the fact that the black crow avatar gave me money at the beginning of the school year and even asked me if it was enough...

Could it be that they were Schrödinger's parents, who he was not sure whether they existed? ?

Come to think of it, only parents would care so much.

Great, it turns out it’s not an orphan start!

Chaori Xiqiu felt a surge of warmth in her chest, and she couldn't help but passionately type out a message of affection:

【Thank you, Dad! 】

However, the other party who had answered immediately before did not give any response this time.

There was a strange silence in the mailbox for a moment.

Chaori Xiqiu was stunned, thinking to herself: Did I say something wrong? The person who is so frugal with words and generous with money may not be the dad, but the great mom!

So he quickly added: [I sent it wrong just now, hehe. I love you, mom (heart)]

Then the mailbox seemed to fall into a state even more dead silent than before.

Chaori Xiqiu: "..."

Why is there no reply? At least let him know whether he is right or wrong, right?

His fingers stroked the buttons of his flip phone, and he was controlled by this blank space for several seconds.

After the excitement of receiving unexpected money, Chaori Xiqiu calmed down again. Seeing that none of the above messages were replied, he began to doubt whether his previous speculation was accurate.

Is it possible that this good friend is not my parents...?

When you think about it, it makes sense. It would be weird for a child to note his or her parents as "my master".

Asahi Xiqiu blinked.

Speaking of sending money, besides parents, there seems to be another possible identity for the person who suddenly sends money.

——That’s the sponsor.

Combined with that strange remark, an idea suddenly flashed in Chao Ri Xi Qiu's mind.

Oh no, this can’t be the Sugar daddy or Sugar mommy I found when I was young and ignorant! ! !

He was greatly shocked, and then quickly denied it in his mind.

No, no, no, no, if he is really a sugar daddy or sugar mommy, he should have replied when I sent the email just now - after all, the titles of [Dad] and [Mommy] seem to be part of that kind of play.

Uh, so who is on the other side?

The morning sun, the evening sun, and the autumn sun are free and unrestrained. Is it a fortune cat? Or a fortune-giving boy? It can't be a translucent text reward from another dimension, or a random distribution of money to increase the happiness of Japanese people.

...Anyway, I have to explain my thanks to my parents for what they said just now.

Chao Ri Xi Qiu lowered his eyelids and silently sent a new email to the other party.

[Haha, I was just joking with you. The weather is hot, so let's tell some jokes to cool down.]

Feeling a subtle sense of embarrassment and nervousness, Chao Ri Xi Qiu clicked send, exited her email box, closed her phone cover, and didn't wait for any reply.

He picked up the pen again and continued to fill out the unfinished withdrawal application form.

…

the other side.

In the darkly decorated room, the wall lamp casts a cool white light. The upper half of the bookcase is filled with hardcover books, and the other half is filled with bottles and jars of medicine.

On the wall directly behind, hangs a classic oil painting of rebirth - but the bird reborn from the ashes in the painting is not a phoenix, but more like a crow.

There was a man sitting in the room, with a mask covering the upper half of his face. His exposed jaw was extremely smooth, indicating that he was still very young.

The man held the phone, looked at the email content on the screen, and let out a short, meaningless laugh.

These seemingly nonsense contents... I think they are some kind of deliberate probing. What a unique method.

It seems that even though the other party has lost the relevant memory, he is still very sensitive.

He won't reply. Of course, he doesn't care about the other party's suspicion.

In fact, what he wants is for the other party to be suspicious, so that it will be more interesting and everything will move forward. This is also why he deliberately left an email friend who can be contacted.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his gaze seemed to be far away.

Graduate early, start training early, and join the organization early - with that guy's former strength, after being sent to the police academy, it should be no problem for him to join the public security.

He awaited the other's eternal tragic fate, like watching a comedy on stage. This was the unchangeable fate of the betrayer.

And up front, he didn't mind paying a small fee for this wonderful performance, like the small amount just given.

He believed that the other party would use this small amount of funds reasonably to train himself better.

If the other party is willing to explore the organization's tail in advance, he doesn't mind deliberately leaving some insignificant traces.

In front of me, a classic magnetic chess set is placed on a rosewood table. At this moment, the white pawn on the chessboard is about to reach the last horizontal line of the black chess formation.

According to the rules of chess, if the soldier reaches the end line, he can become any of the following: a queen, a rook, a knight, or a bishop, and from then on he has the ability to overturn the game.

The man grabbed the white soldier chess piece and lifted it up lightly, withdrawing all its efforts to move forward and placing it back at the front line of the white camp.

Let's do it again, play it again - and before the white piece makes its final move, the black piece will finally capture it.

…

At this time, Chao Ri Xi Qiu, with an empty head, had happily filled out the application for withdrawal and submitted the handling fee.

The money that was called with "high hopes" has now turned into tuition refund and start-up funds for selling melons.

Chaori Xiqiu walked out of the building pulling her suitcase, with a little conch trumpet beeping in her heart.

Good news, good news, he successfully escaped from the place where the main plot took place and can sell melons freely!