The legend of Tiga

Chapter 1988 Street Stage

Big city, Adachi-ku!
It was afternoon now, and without the midday heat, many people came out of their houses, so there were more people walking on the street, and it was bustling and crowded.

Amidst the bustling noise, a woman's sharp voice suddenly rang out: "Maria, aren't you in school?"

The voice was full of shock. Just by listening to the voice and the words, one could feel the speaker's disbelief.

People around looked at them sideways. They couldn't help but stop and turn their heads towards the direction where the sound came from. They saw a middle-aged woman dressed like a housewife, with a vegetable basket on her arm. She was staring with wide eyes in disbelief at a young couple in front of her who were arm in arm and looked very intimate.

The girl was wearing a high school uniform, which exuded youthfulness. She had a sweet and lovely look, and looked particularly beautiful. The boy she was holding was quite bad. He was wearing shoddy leather pants with sequins and metal chains, and a sleeveless shirt, revealing his arms with large tattoos. His hair was dyed yellow here and red there, with a little green in between. With his crooked standing posture and sloppy look, he looked like a street thug, and a very bad one at that.

No matter how you look at it, no matter how you think about it, these two people are quite mismatched. One glance at them will make you feel that they are "a beautiful flower stuck in a pile of stinky dog ​​shit."

But the two of them were arm in arm, and behind them was a very cheap hotel. It was self-evident what they did inside.

This situation, this dress, just one glance, let the passerby's brain automatically complete the cause and effect:
It was obviously a mother who found out that her daughter, who was supposed to be at school, came out of the hotel with a gangster, so she shouted out in disbelief.

As expected, the girl called Maria showed a panicked look on her face. She subconsciously let go of the boy's arm and stammered, "Why are you here?"

"I should be the one asking you this," the mother's eyes were red, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she said with great sorrow, "Shouldn't you be in school? Why are you here? And with this guy?"

As soon as these words came out, Maria immediately looked displeased and said, "He is not this guy. His name is Yamada, and he is a great racing driver."

"Racing driver?"

"He is the Akina Mountain Motorcycle King. He has won the Akina Mountain Championship for eight consecutive years. Tomorrow he will go to Australia to participate in the 9th Akina Mountain Motorcycle Championship."

Mary proudly introduced her boyfriend's glorious deeds, and the passers-by around her widened their eyes. This time it was their turn to be shocked and unbelievable, and they began to doubt their own memories:
Akina Mountain is in Australia?

Akina Mountain is a tournament?
Is the competition in Akina Mountain about motorcycles?
At this moment, looking at this girl named Maria, there is a bit of pity in her eyes.

As expected, God is fair. If you are given a pretty face, he will also take away some intelligence.

No wonder such a beautiful girl would be deceived by such a gangster. It turns out he is so stupid.

The mother on the other side, hearing what her daughter said, was furious. Her voice rose an octave and she shouted, "Come home with me now."

As she said that, she reached out to pull her daughter, but unexpectedly, the gangster named Yamada pushed her mother's hand away and said in a very impolite tone: "Although you are Maria's mother, I will not allow you to treat her like this. As long as I am here, no one can bully my woman."

"Yamada!" Maria immediately worshipped her boyfriend, her eyes sparkling with stars, and said in a sweet voice, "So handsome, so cool, I like you so much."

"Let's go, Maria, let me give you a warm home." Yamada took advantage of this atmosphere, hugged Maria in his arms, and was about to take the girl away.

The mother tried to stop him but was pushed hard by Yamada. She staggered back two steps and fell to the ground. The basket fell to the ground and the vegetables inside rolled out. Yamada took the opportunity to grab Maria and ran away, leaving the mother lying on the ground, shouting the girl's name loudly.

But neither the miserable voice nor the rolling tears could make the girl turn back. She was still looking at her boyfriend who was running with admiration. The situation was as bloody as an idol drama, but the people around her felt disgusted and even wanted to rush up and punch the gangster a few times to relieve their envy, jealousy and hatred.

But if you get closer to this running couple, you can hear a different conversation.

Maria complained in a very low voice: "Team Asuka, why did you drag me away? I still haven't finished my lines."

Yamada gritted his teeth and said, "Midorikawa, where did you learn these skills?"

"TV!"

".You learned it well. Don't learn it next time."

"And next time?"

"Absolutely not."

The couple ran away, leaving Maria's mother alone, who collapsed on the ground, crying heartbrokenly. Several housewives nearby walked over with pity on their faces, helped the poor lady up, said comforting words, and helped pick up the vegetables that had rolled on the ground.

The lady looked distraught, with dull eyes and a sad expression. Tears could not stop flowing and she kept murmuring, "Why is this happening? Why is she like this?"

It really makes those who hear it sad and those who listen to it cry.

Several kind ladies helped the poor lady to a bench on the street. They comforted her and advised her to be more open-minded and communicate more with her children when she returns home. One day, the children will understand their parents' good intentions.
After saying such useless words, everyone left. Passersby shook their heads, sighed, and went their separate ways. What they had just seen became a new topic of conversation. After chatting and laughing, they forgot about it. After all, it had nothing to do with them, and they didn't get to take advantage of it, so why would they care too much about it?

After a brief pause, the crowd resumed its flow and the streets returned to their bustle, without stopping because of this incident.

Only Mrs. Nakano, whom Daigu and Lina had met a few days ago, came over with a basket of vegetables. Looking at the poor man who was crying with his face covered, she couldn't help but sigh.

Because she thought of her past self, she had been heartbroken many times because of her children's betrayal and had cried many times because of anger, but the children did not understand her painstaking efforts and good intentions at all.

(End of this chapter)