Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 10 My Savior
The New Tasting Festival is a festival where Neon holds a ceremony to sacrifice the newly harvested grain to the gods of heaven and earth, to express gratitude for the harvest of a year's labor, and to randomly refresh and drop the Emperor's boss.

It can be represented by a more intuitive name: Thanksgiving Labor Day.

This is a festival worth opening a dungeon to allow players to quickly and repeatedly defeat bosses to obtain rare props and realize that labor is reward.

Determining this date on Labor Day will undoubtedly verify a deliberately distorted speculation in the future: the game officials are encouraging players to be full of happiness as long as they work hard and dare to rob banks with guns.

But that's not the point. The point is: "[-]...[-]?"

A future slowly repeats.

"Yes," Ishida Eiko became more cautious, "What's wrong?"

"Excuse me," Mirai Ichijo asked politely, "What's in the bathroom on the second floor?"

Ishida Eiko didn't know why, "Yu, game cabin?"

"Full name."

Upon hearing the request, she quickly and tentatively said the full name, "Holographic Game Warehouse?"

Okay, that thing upstairs is really a holographic game warehouse that only appears in science fiction movies. This year is really [-].

……is it possible?
As long as the year starts with the second year, I will not be so doubtful about life in the future.

He glanced at Eiko Ishida, who was at a loss and didn't notice the problem at all, and asked another question: "Auntie, do you have a mobile phone?"

“What does Neon’s most advanced phone look like?”

Ishida Eiko rummaged through her keypad and held it up with both hands, "There are some. Do you want to contact someone? The most advanced mobile phone is the flip-top type. Do you want it?"

Ichijo doesn’t want a future.

How did 'the most advanced mobile phone is a flip phone' and 'holographic games appeared' merge together?Is this reasonable?
"Excuse me," he asked politely for the third time, "how much do you know about that holographic game or the official website?"

And prepare in advance the answer you will receive: except for the information mentioned at the beginning, almost nothing.

really.

Ishida Eiko thought for a while and said tentatively: "You are very promising, and you went to work in that company before you graduated? That game is very powerful and can make money?"

Most importantly, “It’s still an American company!”

"It's great to be able to develop a high-tech gaming cabin that only appears in science fiction movies."

So you know that is 'high technology'?Then why are you so convinced and not doubtful?
Mirai Ichijo studied Ishida Eiko for a few seconds, and discovered the answer from the faint admiration on her face: American company.

...ok, Tokyoites yearn to worship the person who controls the sky above them, and they believe in him no matter what incredible contradictions happen. This is reasonable.

Wait, it turns out to be an American company, so no wonder it's the end of the [-]th century, and the game's opening prompt says, "At the end of the [-]th century, Neon is finally finished."

No wonder.

"Okay," Mirai Ichijo nodded deeply, "Thanks for the answer."

He turned and walked out of the kitchen, "I'm going to deliver the food."

The dessert shop is very large, and the seats are arranged in an orderly manner, like the order on the roll call list. There are not too many people, and most of them are young women in groups, and there are only a few scattered seats.

It’s easy to find who is at table NO.17.

Ichimirai slowly walked past, looking at the other guests without leaving any trace along the way:
The clothes of the guests are all in line with the late twentieth century and are very fashionable. They don't look like people from [-], but more like energetic modern people, and their hairstyles don't always have wet bangs that are a bit greasy. , but leans towards the Showa era, with a clean and fluffy hairstyle.

They bent their eyes while chatting in low voices, revealing a natural sense of intimacy. There was a kind of youthful vitality that blended with the sweetness of the dessert.

The guests at table NO.17 were two young women, neither of whom had their hair tied up with a hair tie.A guest had long, fluffy hair and purple eyes. A light blush appeared on her cheeks. Her eyes were moving around, but she refused to look at the companion opposite her. Her voice was also very low, " That’s it, that’s it.”

Another guest had her back turned to Ichimirai, who could only see her short hair reaching her chin and wearing a small headband.

The short-haired guest put his elbow on the table and leaned forward. His voice was obviously narrow, "That's it. Are you really hiding a little bit of sweetness?"

"I really didn't expect that guy actually understands our Xiaolan so well, ah, I'm blushing~"

She was teasing her companions.

Both guests resemble cats.

One is a more well-behaved cat. When he is shy or guilty, he will obediently press his paws in front of his body. Only his tail will twitch from time to time, allowing others to touch him lightly.

One is a playful cat, its tail is wagging slightly, and it deliberately rubs against the people close to it. Seeing its companion blushing at the teasing, it pretends to be innocent and licks the tip of its nose.

A future has passed.

The long-haired guest's eyes were still wandering around when he caught a glimpse of Ichigo Mirai holding a tray. His eyes lit up and he quickly whispered: "Someone is here, Sonoko."

The short-haired guest was even more nervous, "The tone is so cheerful, I've seen the savior."

"As expected of someone who wants to go on a date in a tropical park~"

She turned back.

Mirai Ichijo pretended not to hear the conversation between the guests and looked at the table number on the table without changing his expression, "Excuse me, it's table 17, right?"

"Dessert for both of you."

He placed the tray on the table, then hung it in the air, silently asking the two guests: Whose dessert does this belong to?

Neither guest spoke immediately.

Facing strangers, the long-haired guest lost her shy blush when talking about intimate topics and smiled politely. She looked at the message for two seconds before reacting and looking at the motionless short-haired guest.

The short-haired guest blushed.

She stared blankly at a future cat. She was no longer a lewd cat, but a silly cat. Even her eyes were a little rounder, and she couldn't take her eyes away.

Still dark green eyes, more like a cat.

Ichijo Mirai: "...?"

what?
The long-haired guest seemed to react belatedly, and immediately lowered his head. Hot smoke came out of his head a few times, and then raised his head again, "Sorry, please put the dessert..."

As he spoke, the short-haired guest seemed to be receiving the signal slowly. He opened his mouth and closed it again, as if his mind was completely blank and he could not control his mouth. He could only utter nonsense: "Save, savior."

"Ah no," the blush on her face turned another layer, "mine!"

Ichijo Mirai looked at her a few more times, focusing more on the blush on his cheeks, and placed the dessert on the tray in front of her.

He realized one thing belatedly: Oh, there is no disguise. Walking on the street now, not to mention the possibility of attracting the attention of police dogs and police, it may also attract the attention of a young and lovely lady.

Correction: In this world, he will not attract the attention of police dogs and police.

And cautiously qualify: for now.

　Good news: Sonoko appears.

　　Bad news: there is no emotional line until the middle and late stages.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)