I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

There are also many young people gathering in groups at the subway entrance to drink cheap alcoholic beverages.

A hotel costs thousands of yen a night, which they can't afford. They can hang out on the streets for a whole day, and an Internet cafe with a bed to sleep in costs several hundred yen. This money is enough to buy a day's lunch and drinks.

A man and woman are tugging under a rolling billboard at a bus stop;

"How much did you earn this time? Hurry up and give me [-]. There are still a few brothers waiting for me in the pachinko shop."

The young man grabbed the pink-haired girl's bag, deftly unzipped it and flipped through the bag. The pink-haired girl tried to stop her in a sharp voice:

"Twenty thousand? Why don't you grab it!"

"The most I can give you is two thousand yen."

"This is the meat money I earned by enduring my nausea. She didn't ask if I was abused. She just wanted to ask me for money."

"Two thousand yen is not enough for me to play for 10 minutes. Come on, stop talking."

The young man searched for a long time but couldn't find it. It was full of bits and pieces of cosmetics and bottles and jars. The face with acne was getting more and more irritated. When he saw it in the eyes of the pink-haired girl, he felt as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar. Just as cool.

I was so blind that I agreed to his pursuit.

But without the protection of a man on the street, she would be swallowed up by others sooner or later, and she had no other way to protect herself.

The pink-haired girl was about to take out part of it to appease the man in front of her, but the latter became so angry that he threw the bag directly into the pink-haired girl's face. The metal pendant on the bag scratched her forehead, causing burning pain. .

The pink-haired girl didn't have time to get angry and hurriedly took out a mirror. Don't make your appearance look bad!

All she can rely on is her pretty good face.

"Money, where's the money? Where did you hide the money?"

The young man's big hands groped back and forth on the pink-haired girl's body, and finally found a roll of Japanese yen on the edge of the stockings on her thighs. He squatted on the roadside and clicked excitedly.

"You actually hid so much behind my back, it's probably [-] to [-] yuan."

"Leave some for me, I don't want to sleep outside tonight." The pink-haired girl begged silently with tears. She had saved all this money for two months.

"If you don't want to sleep outside, just keep looking for work. Those high-end hotels don't cost you money."

Seeing that the pink-haired girl could no longer squeeze out any oil, the young man chuckled and squeezed a handful, so hard that the pink-haired girl hissed in pain.

If I didn't have to play marbles with a few brothers, I might be able to feel comfortable tonight.

Just as the young man was about to get up, an arm clamped his throat, like an arrow shot from a bed crossbow, pinning him firmly to the bus stop. The huge force made the young man see stars in his eyes.

"It should be here, right?"

Wuma Xingjin looked at the address in his hand, raised his head and looked around the environment, and finally looked at the young man who was trying to open his wrist with both hands, and said harmlessly:

"So, did I witness a street robbery?"

"Why don't you answer my question?"

"Ho ho..."

The young man's face turned as red as a grilled crab due to lack of oxygen.

The scrolling advertisement happened to play the latest Chinese roast duck page in Harajuku. The young man flapped his legs in the air, just like the duck on the hook.

"Sorry, I almost forgot you were speechless."

Wuma Xingjin smiled apologetically and let go of the young man's hand.

"You bastard!"

The young man breathed in the fresh air. After all, he was also a veteran of street fighting. How could he endure such humiliation? He rushed up with fists waving before taking a few breaths.

"Ah! Be careful!" the pink-haired girl exclaimed, worried about Wuma Xingjin.

"Why do all of them look like mutes?"

Wuma Xingjin took a step to the left, and his straight punch came as fast as lightning, hitting the young man's chin like a cannonball. The latter immediately lay motionless on the ground like a low-quality toy with the battery unplugged.

Kneeling down to pick up the scattered money, and kicking over a guy who was trying to pick it up, Wuma Xingjin came to the pink-haired girl, returned all the money to her, and said with a warm smile:

"It's already very late now. Don't walk alone on the street again. You won't be so lucky to meet me next time."

In the daily life of being bullied, a handsome boy appears to save him. This is just like the fairy tales he heard when he was a child. He thought the story was just a story, but he didn't expect that it would actually happen.

The pink-haired girl said without thinking: "That, that, I like you!"

"Please date me!"

"I already have a girlfriend."

"I do not mind!"

"But let me refuse."

The pink-haired girl secretly wondered if her tears had stained her makeup, making it look uglier than usual, right?

Wuma Xingjin shook his head: "The so-called love, the generation of good feelings, is not an established fact that it happens because one party saves the other."

“I think it’s cheating to use your advantageous position to gain favor from others.”

Arakawa Kotoyuki... doesn't seem to belong to this category. On the contrary, this is something that the proud girl has been avoiding.

"If you need to call the police, please do it yourself." Wuma Xingjin didn't want to waste time elsewhere, he just wanted to find the address as soon as possible.

"It's too much trouble to call the police."

The pink-haired girl walked up to the young man as if she mustered up great courage, and poked the young man's face with a sharp high-heeled heel with the resentment of having been oppressed for a long time. She didn't stop until the heel was crushed, and The young man's wailing gradually became fainter.

"Are you looking for someone?" The pink-haired girl was startled. She hurriedly threw away her high heels with black crystals and limped forward. "There is no apartment hotel nearby that I am more familiar with."

Glancing at the writing on the paper in Wu Ma Xingjin's hand, the pink-haired girl said: "The place up there is just past Morita Fishing Tackle, and then go to the right at the telephone pole at the next intersection."

Wuma Xingjin was stunned for a moment. He thought the pink-haired girl just wanted to pester him, but he didn't expect that she actually knew the road.

Wuma Xingjin took out a [-]-denomination note and said gratefully: "Thank you, it's really a big help."

He saw that this embarrassed pink-haired girl looked a little poor. She only had some discounted clothes from Don Quixote. No amount of thanks would be as direct as material help.

As if what she received was not money but some kind of insult, the pink-haired girl angrily slapped away the money handed over by Wuma Xingjin.

"I'm not telling you for your money!"

"By the way, my name is Morikurano."

The pink-haired girl didn't want to deal with Wuma Xingjin anymore, straightened her skirt, picked up her bag and left with one sentence: "Stop meddling in other people's business. What if someone else has a weapon in their hand?"

Wuma Xingjin blocked her way, lowered his head solemnly and apologized: "Miss Morikura, I misunderstood."

"Please, please take me to the place up here."

The boy's neat school uniform belongs to the famous Hachioji High School in Tokyo. Mori Sono knows this very well. This is the school she once dreamed of. The students in it are all excellent people. Unfortunately, she later had a falling out with her family and ran out. Also completely deserted.

A decent person like the boy would actually bow his head and apologize to someone like him who was doing a menial job...

"Since you are so sincere, I reluctantly agree."

"I don't know your name yet."

"Wuma Xingjin."

"Is it the star player Seijin Uma who won the Tokyo Autumn Art Awards some time ago?!" Mori Sono said in surprise.

"I didn't expect that someone would remember it after so long."

"But there are more important things waiting for me to do."

Wu Ma Xingjin was a little helpless. He originally thought that no one would pay attention to his outdated character except for fanatical fans like Miyoko Kamigumi, but who knew that Mori Sono would also remember him.

With Mori Sono's leadership, Wuma Xingjin quickly arrived at the place he was looking for.

A high-end apartment building with more than 30 floors;

Wuma Xingjin first used a fax machine to print out the message from Zhu Qianhe at the nearby 24h convenience store, and then fooled the doorman in the lobby and successfully got into the elevator.

After successfully finding the house number and eliminating the need to knock on the door, Wuma Xingjin put his hand on the door handle. The next moment, the advanced electronic security door let out a shrill scream and was hung feebly by its hinges.

"Here, this is someone else's house, right? It looks like a place where a big shot lives." Morikurano held the bag and looked at the decoration inside. "If it's damaged, I'll have to pay a lot of money, right?"

Is this where the focus turns out to be?

Isn't it more unreasonable to open a metal electronic door with bare hands?

"It would definitely cost several thousand yen to stay here for one night."

Morikurano was amazed. The best places that the men on the streets took her to were just some famous chain hotels. This was the first time she had seen such a high-end place.

The loud noise alarmed the man in the room, and he came out to check the situation without even buttoning a few buttons on his pajamas.

"You don't need to introduce yourself, Utsunomiya Mamoru."

"I'm here to find you."

Surprisingly, Utsunomiya didn't panic. Instead, he put on his glasses leisurely, sat on the expensive leather sofa, and looked at Wuma Xingjin with his hands crossed.

"If I remember correctly, we should be strangers. I wonder why you came to disturb me in the middle of the night?"

"Oh? You are the calmest person I have ever seen tonight."

Wuma Xingjin threw the fax at the man, and the papers fell like snowflakes. "As for the reason, isn't it very clear?"

The above content is the confession copied by Ms. Takechihe at the police station. These guys who were caught betrayed everyone they knew and wanted to kill them all.

Which happened to include Utsunomiya Mamoru's name.

The person who hired Konwan Ryuki and his gang of street gangsters was none other than Utsunomiya Mamoru!

The guys who were sent to the police station by him tonight were not as important as him. Strictly speaking, as long as Utsunomiya Wei was eliminated, Nia's children would not encounter any trouble recently.

Utsunomiya Mamoru was unmoved and let the fax fall to the floor. He was a well-known young man from a Tokyo law firm. Not only did he know the law by heart, but he had never lost a case on a commission. A mere hot-blooded young man could not use him at all. no way.

Utsunomiya Wei poured a cup of steaming tea and invited Wuma Seijin to sit down.

As the saying goes, calm perverts are the most terrifying. It seems that this guy is indeed a bit troublesome.

Just when Wuma Xingjin was about to make the next move, a sound of sobs came from his ears. Utsunomiya Wei's face turned blank and he was about to make a move. The young man in front of him strode toward the study room.

Wuma Xingjin looked at the scene in the study with a livid face.

A loli, not much older than Alice, was crouching in the corner shakily. Her beautiful dress was in pieces, replaced by a thin blanket to keep out the cold.

When the little Loli saw someone approaching, she subconsciously shrank back, her eyes filled with fear. There were bite marks that had not yet dissipated on her snow-white arm exposed from the thin blanket. The size of the tooth mark was obviously like that of an adult man.

It’s self-evident who the only man in this upscale apartment is.