Chapter 114 Good news from Yokohama! Game Hall Blacklist...
"How about leaving Chuuya behind?"
Dazai Osamu stared intently at the player with his eyes, reflecting a radiant expression, and suggested expectantly, "Just the two of us."
"Anyway, Chuuya seems to be completely enjoying his role as a guardian angel!" Dazai Osamu waved his hands in disdain, as if brushing dust off his clothes. "Let Chuuya continue to be ordered around like a little dog by the lambs, and spend the rest of his miserable life like that."
"Hey! Who are you calling a dog, you bastard!" Nakahara Chuuya finally couldn't bear it anymore and spoke, interrupting Dazai Osamu's continuous imagination of how miserable his life would be in the future.
Dazai Osamu acted as if he had just discovered Nakahara Chuuya's presence, his expression exaggerated: "Why is Chuuya here?"
"Huh? That's what I wanted to ask!" Nakahara Chuuya's high-pitched angry voice drowned out Dazai's. He instinctively looked at the player and pointed at Dazai. "Why is this guy here too?"
The player blinked. "Last time we separated, we were talking about being together."
The player stretched out his hand, pointed at Dazai Osamu, then at Nakahara Chuuya, and finally pointed at himself.
"What's wrong?" The player was confused.
"...Nothing." Looking at the player, Nakahara Chuuya couldn't say anything else to protest, so he gave in. "Where are we going?"
Player: Oo
Fushimi Kyoji and Nakahara Chuuya looked at each other in silence for a moment, then saw an expression of disbelief on his face: "Haven't you thought about it?"
How can you ask someone out without even thinking about where to go or what to do?
"What's the big deal?" Dazai said nonchalantly. "In Raibo Street, there's plenty of vulgar entertainment to be found everywhere. There's no need to plan a full day."
"If you're not going to taunt me, are you just not going to talk at all?" Nakahara Chuuya paused, then said to the player without hesitation, "There's an arcade on Leibo Street that I occasionally go to. It's a pretty good place."
Nakahara Chuuya put his hands in his pockets and tried to be calm and nonchalant as he suggested, "You guys have no idea where to go anyway."
The player nodded thoughtfully, "On Leibo Street, you shouldn't be turned away from the arcade because of your age."
"I just realized that you are actually just as infuriating!" Nakahara Chuuya, who led the two to the game hall, held back and expressed his new feelings about the players' personalities.
The players curiously followed Chuuya Nakahara to exchange game coins. Dazai Osamu looked around a few times but did not show any interest in anything.
"Dazai?" Seeing that Dazai Osamu still had nothing in his hands, the player called out to him curiously.
He turned both pockets inside out and spread his hands to show, "Looks like I can't participate."
"Ha." Nakahara Chuuya was happy to see this happen, and had no intention of lending a helping hand or donating generously to his friend.
Dazai glanced at Nakahara Chuuya, then tilted his left eye towards the player and took a game coin from the player's hand: "Borrow it for a moment."
In fact, it would be more appropriate to call it a symbolic inquiry. The player watched Dazai Osamu slowly as he bounced the game coin placed on the joint of his index finger, which made a crisp buzzing sound and was then caught by him.
"...You can think of it as a risky investment," he added, a faint smile breaking across his slightly gloomy face. "Who knows, it might yield a rich return."
The player offered all the game coins with both hands: "I am willing to pay for this smile."
"...You two, you've got to be more careful than others." Nakahara Chuuya, who could not bear the stares from passers-by, pulled the two away before they attracted more attention and were treated like gorillas.
Dazai Osamu seemed to be quite familiar with the game hall. He quickly left behind the players and Nakahara Chuuya and shuttled between the various game machines.
The player looked at it for a few seconds and then looked away, took out a game coin and pushed it into the coin slot.
'clang clang'
The standby screen on the game console flickered, and text prompting coin insertion appeared.
Fushimi Kyoji waited for a while, but the machine still did not change, so he threw another coin in and called out Nakahara Chuuya's name.
"What?" Nakahara Chuuya, who was looking away, replied immediately with a fast and aggressive tone.
I thought it would be ignored.
When he was almost surrounded, he looked like he was on the verge of losing his temper.
The player stared at the game console in front of him, counting the game coins and putting them in, while distractedly asking him: "Chuuya, have you found the missing girl from 'Sheep'?"
"Hmm...ah?" As if he had not expected the player to ask this question suddenly, Nakahara Chuuya was stuck for a moment.
Fushimi Kyoki had basically confirmed that the game console was faulty. As he was hesitating whether to kick it to help it restart, he heard a low, vague response from the person next to him: "...Hmm."
Not realizing that this was an answer to her previous question, the player turned her head blankly and stared at Zhongyuan Zhongya's profile, which was not obviously tense. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind.
"Chuuya..." The player made way and pleaded sincerely, "Use your special ability to help take out the swallowed game coins!"
"ha?"
Nakahara Chuuya gave the player a strange look and said, "Let's not talk about whether or not you can do it...your moral bottom line is quite flexible."
The player said righteously: "This is using reasonable means to protect their own rights."
"You're just making a big argument..."
Nakahara Chuuya didn't feel honored to have such hope placed on him. "What misunderstanding do you have about gravity that would make you think you can do something like telekinesis?"
Player: Stay...
It turns out that Nakahara Chuuya was standing on the electric pole, and the marbles were flying because of gravity...
Ugh!
Perhaps unable to bear watching the player continue to stare blankly at the game console, Nakahara Chuuya let out a sigh and said in self-deprecation: "...I'll give it a try."
"Don't get your hopes up," he added.
Yay!
"Dazai?" Fushimi Kyoji noticed Dazai Osamu approaching and waved to him, "This way."
"Um?"
He seemed to have seen something interesting. He tilted his head and stared at Nakahara Chuuya, who had his hands on the game console with a serious expression on his face. "What are you doing?"
If his phone hadn't been destroyed not long ago, there is no doubt that he would have taken out his phone and started taking pictures when he saw this scene.
"Chūya is using his special ability to help me get the coins that were swallowed by the game console." The player's attention was drawn to Dazai Osamu again. "...Speaking of which, what is Dazai's special ability?"
"Hey, are you asking me?"
Dazai Osamu blinked, his eyes flickered, and he approached Nakahara Chuuya silently.
"My special ability—"
He dragged out the last word, which aroused people's curiosity.
"My special ability is..."
Dazai Osamu repeated what he had said, and at the same time, with lightning speed, he quickly touched Nakahara Chuuya, who was concentrating his mind on controlling his supernatural powers. He then let go of the hand instantly after succeeding, and took the initiative to move away from Nakahara Chuuya.
"This is it!" He spread his hands to show the result.
The red light attached to Chuuya Nakahara's body paused and disappeared.
As a result, the game coins that were almost sent out from the coin slot using the supernatural power fell back at the moment the supernatural power was invalidated.
Chuuya Nakahara was so surprised by the disappearance of his supernatural power that he subconsciously used it again. He restored normal gravity and directly caused the outer shell of the game console to dent, creating a hole in it.
Inside the game console, a mountain of silver game coins spilled out through the gap, never reaching the top of the shoes of Chuuya Nakahara, who was closest to him.
"Tai! Zai!" He pronounced each word with certainty, shouting out the culprit's name viciously.
"Ah, Chuuya, how can you destroy public property?" The player cast a condemning look.
"Stop putting the game coins into your pocket for a moment!"
…
"He was kicked out." One of the three people standing at the door of the game hall said.
The heat on Nakahara Chuuya's face continued to rise. "This is the first time I've been 'invited' out by the boss in such an embarrassing way. You two guys..."
The player said quietly: "The game coins have also been confiscated..."
“Not all of it was confiscated.”
Dazai Osamu smiled and reached into his trouser pockets. His hands were almost unable to hold together. He stuffed the scattered game coins and points paper into the players' hands. "Well, the principal plus interest, high risk, high return."
"...Tsk, you still have this trick up your sleeve." Nakahara Chuuya put his hands in his pockets and said insincerely, "It's just barely enough."
"Is Chuuya cold?" The player looked at Nakahara Chuuya and asked curiously, "I see Chuuya always has his hands in his pockets."
"Ah, you're talking about this, it's just..." habit
Dazai Osamu responded quickly: "Because Chuuya is a weak young lady! So it's normal for her to be afraid of the cold~"
"Asshole, you dare to mention this!" Nakahara Chuuya shouted at him loudly.
Dazai Osamu suddenly winked at the player.
She pointed at the pocket on Nakahara Chuuya's sweatshirt with her eyes: "Three..."
Fushimi Kyoji understood what he meant.
Nakahara Chuuya looked at the two people suspiciously as they played dumb in front of him.
"two."
Before he could count to "one", two people had already made a move. Nakahara Chuuya hesitated for a moment and realized that they were coming towards him.
Before he could figure out the intention, Nakahara Chuuya had missed the opportunity to dodge. The player and Dazai Osamu grabbed his two hands in his pockets from both sides.
Chuuya Nakahara subconsciously used his special ability to fight back, but the red light was silent as if it had gone out.
It's easy to imagine that it was the same situation as before, and it was negated by Dazai Osamu's strange ability.
But the more I tried to shake off their hands, the harder it was to break free.
Although I can use my own brute force to get out of trouble, but...
"...Bastard, what an infuriating guy." His face, which was originally red with embarrassment, was now filled with a layer of vivid anger. Nakahara Chuuya gritted his teeth, and every word sounded murderous as if squeezed out from between his teeth.
The player echoed: "That's right."
"You think I'm not talking about you?"
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