Munechika stepped aside to avoid the bow, and placed his palm on the skin of the back of the neck, looking uneasy: "Anyway, you get up first."

A small loaf of bread is not enough...

"Yes!" Nakajima Atsushi raised his head and looked intently at the person in his eyes. There was a light shining in his amber eyes, making people feel as if there was a tail wagging behind him.

Canidae, Feline?

Tigers are considered cats, right?

Thinking wildly, Munechika refused bluntly: "Sorry, I don't have anything for you to do."

Even though we are not from the same world, if we meet someone we know on the road and we happen to be able to help, I believe that anyone else would make a similar decision.

Besides, the money and items in this world can only be used in this world.

When Nakajima Atsushi heard the rejection, he seemed to be struck by lightning. His whole body turned pale, and his white tiger ears and tail turned into sand and dissipated in the wind.

He bent forward in frustration, the background darkening: "Sure enough... it's the same everywhere..."

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I have never seen such a scene before.

He took a deep breath and frantically searched his mind for something that could divert Nakajima Atsushi's attention.

Skipping countless variety show clips and Baidu Qianke, he finally grasped the key points.

"Tea-soaked rice, would you like some? It's my treat."

Nakajima Atsushi, who was lying on the ground, froze. After realizing what Munechika was saying, he raised his head and burst into tears, sobbing as he spoke: "Really?! You are such a good person!"

"Just call me Nakahara." Sojin Nakaya turned his head away, put one hand in his pocket and held the backpack strap with the other.

The shadows of the alley hid his complexion quite well.

Feeling Nakajima Atsushi's gaze, Munechika endured the uncomfortable heat from his ears to his neck, and said coldly with a blank expression: "If you don't leave now, I won't treat you anymore."

Nakajima Atsushi hurriedly walked out of the alley.

Zong Jin paused for a second and followed.

I originally wanted to take Nakajima to take a shower and change clothes...well, let's eat first.

The store outside the alley is so popular that the boss will definitely think that Nakajima Atsushi is here to disrupt business.

The two decided to look for another store.

However, just after the decision was made and before he had walked far, Munechika stood at the intersection, motionless.

Nakajima Atsushi poked his head out from behind him and asked in confusion, "Mr. Nakahara?"

Munechika had a serious look on his face.

To be honest, he really didn't know why he was so stupid.

So he couldn't find the reason.

You let Zongjinzhong also be stupid.

This setting really cannot be added!

Can you find it by just walking around blindly?

Nakajima Atsushi looked at Munechika.

Although it was not very obvious, he actually saw his own shadow in Zhongyuan.

That's the unfamiliarity of this city.

He suddenly had a bold idea and asked cautiously, "Well, could it be that... Mr. Nakahara has just arrived in Yokohama as well?"

! ! Good job, Atsushi!

Munechika, who was stuck in a dead end, suddenly figured it out. With such a huge difference in worldview, it's normal for Yokohama to be different! It's normal for him to not know the way, so he just needs to not expose his own road idiocy!

Atsu-kun!

You are such an angel!

So Munechika maintained his composure, coughed, and asked, "You can put it this way... Do you know any shops here?"

He asked this but didn't have much expectation.

After all, I have already said "also". It is not reliable to ask a person who has just arrived in the city to find a store. Maybe it would be more convenient to ask passers-by.

As a result, Nakajima Atsushi's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm!" He nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and because of his high emotions he could only make humming sounds.

Munechika: “…Speak properly.”

"Yes! Yes! I know a lot!!"

Nakajima Atsushi was like a cat searching for something. He quickly found an empty shop that served rice in tea. He stood aside, lowered his head slightly, and looked at Munechika with expectant eyes.

Munechika pressed down the brim of his hat and entered the store first.

The amount he received in the morning was large, but it was not enough to support his excessive spending.

Munechika had a small appetite, so he asked for a small bowl. Perhaps because of this contrast, and because he was hungry but not crazy, Nakajima Atsushi ate three large bowls with dignity.

"Is that enough?" Munechika was a little surprised to see him stop.

"Yes." Nakajima Atsushi pursed his cheeks, "Well, thank you very much..."

Munechika calculated the balance and found that there was indeed a lot left, but it probably wasn't enough to pay for Chuuya's medical expenses.

"In that case, follow me."

"Didn't you say you'd do anything? I need your help."

Standing on the commercial street, Nakajima Atsushi, who was thrown into the bathhouse, rubbed and changed into cheap clothes, with a small cardboard box on his chest, looked chaotic.

"That, that QAQ..." He trembled.

Being stared at as if he were a weirdo by passers-by, and feeling as if he were pierced by sharp arrows, Nakajima Atsushi felt that he was about to die.

He trembled: "Excuse me... Is this my job?"

Munechika didn't answer, but

I put the harmonica I bought to my lips.

This time it was pure piano music without any singing.

The young boy, who had just reached adulthood, stood in the spot where the crowd was looking at him, his body too stiff to move. He was so nervous that his face turned pale and a drop of cold sweat slid down his cheek.

He closed his eyes subconsciously when someone approached.

Accompanied by the sound of paper rubbing, Nakajima Atsushi opened his eyes and saw the banknotes in the box. He raised his head suddenly, but only saw a crowd of people surrounding him.

At this time he also discovered that the looks of the people surrounding him were not as disgusted as he had imagined.

The music changed from soothing to lively.

A friendly passerby put money into the box. Nakajima Atsushi didn't know what to do. He turned around helplessly and saw Munechika playing the flute with his eyes closed behind him.

“…”

This is a job that comes with trust.

Nakajima Atsushi clenched his wet palms.

He quickly turned around and bowed to express his gratitude to the passerby.

The other person smiled in a friendly way, a particularly generous smile, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, then left.

Nakajima Atsushi looked at the backs of the passers-by, and the bewildered expression on his face finally faded a little. When the next person walked up and quietly put the change in his pocket, he was finally able to smile from the bottom of his heart.

The streets are bustling with people.

Not everyone will stay, and not everyone will remain indifferent.

This kind of street performance has the audience flowing like water.

Perhaps the boy was very adaptable, and soon he could thank the audience silently. Even if no one came forward, he no longer looked bitter and resentful, and he was no longer so nervous that his limbs were stiff.

In addition to those who were attracted by the music and wanted to join in the fun, there were also many people who found Nakajima Atsushi to be quite likable after getting closer to the place.

Munechika opened one eye, taking everything in, and the corner of his lips, which was playing the harmonica, curled up slightly.

He finished playing the last song and put down his harmonica.

This thing can't be played if you don't have enough lung capacity.

Still talking back.

"That's amazing, Mr. Nakahara!"

Without the performance, the crowd quickly dispersed.

Probably because it was the first time he completed a job, Nakajima Atsushi was so excited that his face flushed, and his eyes were full of admiration as he looked at Munechika.

"It's just average."

Munechika pressed his hat down and stood on the steps to see Nakajima Atsushi bending down and getting in front of him with his messy white hair.

"Here you go." Munechika jumped down the stairs, took the cardboard box, took out enough banknotes to buy at most three meals, and patted Nakajima Atsushi's chest.

Nakajima Atsushi was about to refuse when he heard Munechika continue.

"Then you're fired."