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

"I, I'm just worried that he will do something stupid because of a woman."

"really?"

Being able to see through his inner thoughts at a glance, Arakawa Kotoyuki lowered his voice and explained in a panic:

"It's impossible for me to fall in love until I clear the grievances of the Arakawa Group!"

"How could a light novel plot like a benefactor turning into a lover happen to me?"

Thinking of his mother who was placed in the 'safe house', Arakawa Kotoyuki's eyes changed from panic to clear.

only......

Before he was about to go on the field, I was a little disappointed that I couldn't see Mr. Wu Ma.

Chapter 98 Even the mature Morimiya Megumi is very sensitive

at the same time

Morimiya Kei drove Wuma Xingjin and Zhu Qianhe away from the Wuhou Temple branch venue.

Along the way, Morimiya Megumi turned the air conditioner in the car to the maximum frequency, and the dry warm air blew, rapidly raising the temperature.

Fortunately, the Wuhou Temple branch venue is adjacent to the area where Hachioji High School is located, and everyone is watching the live broadcast of the Art Appreciation at home tonight, so the traffic on the road is much less than usual.

The traffic was smooth, the car was speeding, and soon we were back at Hachioji High School.

At this time, there were no students lingering on the campus, and it was completely silent. Only patrol cars were going back and forth to check if there were any suspicious persons.

Thanks to Wuma Xingjin for finding the right time to enter the school, otherwise he would have been caught on the spot for being naked from the waist up and sneaking around with a disheveled woman in his arms.

Walking through the atrium, we came to the slightly remote library.

He walked around several rows of bookshelves with ease and opened the door of the activity room.

The activity room of the Literature Department is equipped with air conditioning and heating. As soon as you enter the room, you can feel the temperature rising sharply.

Due to the power and water outage at Gardenia Village, Minamoto Kiyoshi and Arakawa Kotoyuki have been laying the floor in the activity room. There are always several sets of bedding and pillows in the sliding closet on the wall.

I asked Morimiya Megumi to lay down the quilt and let Zhu Qianhe lie lightly on the sofa for a while. Wuma Xingjin went to boil a pot of hot water during this interval.

"I'll ask the supervisor to help take care of Miss Zhuqianhe tonight."

Morimiya Megumi, who was taking care of the injured, would definitely not refuse. The conversation between Yuan Qingxue and Wuma Xingjin made her confused, but she could get some ominous information through some details.

"Compared to this." Morimiya Megumi wiped the water stains on Zhu Qianhe's body with a clean towel, and looked at Wuma Xingjin seriously:

"Or tell me, what are you going to do?"

"I heard the term Hitachi Consortium. Could it be that they caused Takechizuru's injuries?"

Her worries are not unreasonable. The Hitachi Foundation is like a giant lying on the entire Japan. No one can escape from the service life of its industries in their lifetime.

The Hitachi Group is involved in almost every aspect of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and has monopolized a large number of traditional industries.

Excluding the heavy industry represented by the annexed Arakawa Group, now only a number of emerging new media fields represented by Kawaki Media remain.

The size is so huge that the wealth is immeasurable. Some people have estimated that it may be in the trillions of yen. However, some people wonder how a consortium with an annual income comparable to that of a small country can only have this little.

How many there are is unknown.

However, Wuma Xingjin, who plans to deal with this behemoth together with Minamoto Kiyoshi and Arakawa Kotoyuki, will obviously not be frightened and remains determined in his heart:

"This is a long story, and the reasons cannot be explained in a short while."

"Although I don't know what happened, I don't want to see you get hurt, Superintendent."

Noticing that Wuma Xingjin was preparing something, Morimiya Megumi had a bad feeling in her heart: "Can you promise me?"

At this time, Wuma Xingjin had already found a piece of clothing from the closet. It was a long-sleeved piece that had been lent to Arakawa Kotoyuki as pajamas. You could still smell the girl's faint body fragrance while holding it in your hand.

There is no way to deal with the issue of ownership now, so we can only settle for now.

Uma Seijin, who was putting Arakawa Kotoyuki's pajamas on, froze slightly when he heard Morimiya Megumi's words. How could I be sure to escape unscathed when facing the Hitachi Foundation?But avoiding can't solve the problem.

Wuma Xingjin is tired of escaping. Should he tear up his colorful life and start over again?

“Some things can’t happen if you don’t want to avoid them.”

"I can't guarantee the requirements of the bishop, but I can only try my best to prevent the situation from getting worse."

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Seeing the worried look on Christian Morimiya Megumi's face, Wu Ma Xingjin touched the corner of her eyebrow with his finger and said with a smile:

"Stop being so sullen. If you continue like this, your skin will become more wrinkled."

"A Christian cannot become a yellow-faced woman that no one wants."

The seemingly mature Morimiya Megumi is unexpectedly sensitive inside. Is this a common problem among psychiatrists?

"Dare you say that I am a yellow-faced woman? It seems that you have forgotten how to respect the church recently."

"I'll see you when I get back!"

Rika Nakaichi, who was holding the camera, was at a loss. If she heard correctly, was this extremely young boy planning to fight against the legendary Hitachi Foundation?

What should she do?Do you want to go with him now?

No, if you just leave your job without permission, you will be fired at most. If you are targeted by the Hitachi Foundation, it will not be surprising if you get food poisoning while eating sukiyaki hot pot at home.

Seeing that the body of the photographer, who was about the same age as Bishop Morimiya Megumi, was trembling slightly and his eyes were wandering, he didn't know what he was thinking. Of course, Wuma Xingjin would not let her follow him.

Although it would be very beneficial for him to have someone accompanying her to record the video, considering her current situation, it is not suitable for them to go together.

"If it's convenient, Miss Nakaichi can take care of Takechihe here. I'll cause you trouble by asking you to do some things outside of work."

What a gentle person. Nakaichi Rika, who was still struggling, glanced at Wuma Xingjin gratefully.

The young man's way of speaking not only found a suitable excuse for her, but also showed great respect for her.

This is a trait that is rare among many art star contestants. They often do not take photographers who are equated with tools to their hearts.

After everything was arranged, Wu Ma Xingjin rushed to the location provided by Yuan Qingxue without stopping.

As for safety issues, he didn't need to think about it for the time being.

Minamoto Kiyoyuki and Arakawa Kotoyuki have been living in the school. Both of them are art prize contestants. With the help of Wuma Xingjin, Principal Suzuki has strengthened the security force in the school. Even at night, there are guards patrolling frequently.

And since Minister Yuan Qingxue dared to send him to the Literature Department, there must be someone prepared.

Wuma Xingjin ran to the nearest Kitano Station, and when he was about to swipe his card, he noticed a big red x lit up.

oh?Did you stop my transportation card?Wuma Xingjin didn't panic at all, this situation was expected by him.

So, have you stopped my bank card?

Insert the bank card into the ATM at the entrance, and the balance is displayed on the screen. You can still withdraw it normally, and it is not frozen like Arakawa Kotoyuki's money.

Half of the money earned from part-time jobs is saved here in case of emergencies. It seems that the bank card that Mr. Song Shang was asked to apply for through special channels in advance came in handy.

Wuma Xingjin took out 50 yen, went to a convenience store near the tram station, quickly took a drink from the shelf to pay, and randomly took out a banknote and gave it to the clerk.

"Remember to use black plastic bags."

"OK, just a second."

Subconsciously he glanced at the thick stack of money in Wuma Xingjin's hand. The clerk wearing a yellow professional hat had just taken out a bag and was about to put water in it. Wuma Xingjin didn't have time to wait, so he quickly snatched it from her hand and took out all the money. Throw it inside.

"Eh?"

"This guest, your change..."

"The rest is your tip."

The clerk was scanning the code, but before he could react, Wuma Xingjin's back disappeared from the door.

Looking at the drinks and [-] yen on the counter, the clerk fell into deep thought.

This amount of money covers her two days' salary.

She didn't doubt whether the other party had robbed the money from somewhere. The young man's face was only in a hurry but not nervous.

And why does he look so much like Wuma Xingjin from the calligraphy team?

Shaking his head, the clerk happily put away the unexpected tip. The competition of the calligraphy group had just ended, so how could that Mr. Wu Ma be here?

Wuma Xingjin ran very fast, arriving at Kitano Park almost as fast as a [-]-meter sprint.

If he ran down the street with a bundle of money empty-handed, he would definitely be stopped by a passing policeman for interrogation and wasted time. He would not make such a low-level mistake.

If he remembered correctly, there should be some idle gangsters hanging around Kitano Park at this time.

Just as he thought, several gangsters with dyed hair of various colors and fancy clothes were shouting in an unknown dialect on the street at the entrance of the park while twisting the accelerator of their motorcycles to make noises.

"How much does a motorcycle cost?"

Wuma Xingjin only wore a thin piece of clothing, and the heat emitted was transpiring. He was not tired from the continuous galloping, and he spoke clearly.

The disturbed gangsters tilted their upper bodies and turned their heads to look at him. The leader, Huang Mao, buttoned his ears and looked impatient:

"This is my Hideko-chan. You just come up to me and ask me if you want to sell it."

"Boy, do you have good courage?"

"Okay, kneel down and lick your shoes clean, and I might be merciful and let you go."

"Hahahahahaha!"

Another gangster with a garden baby hairstyle laughed heartily. His yellow-haired feet were the smelliest among them. If he really licked them, the smell in his mouth would not dissipate every ten and a half days.

Hearing this, Wuma Xingjin's patience was completely gone, he threw the money in his hand to Huang Mao, and then punched him in the face.

The fist penetrated the plastic bag of the convenience store and hit Huang Mao on the face, causing the latter's nose to bleed like a faucet.

Huang Mao covered his nose and fell to the ground in pain, constantly shouting: "Asshole, I must kill you."

A bag of Japanese yen was flying all over the sky as the plastic bag was damaged. The other gangsters couldn't care less about Huang Mao, and they lay on the ground one by one and grabbed it frantically.

All of these denominations are [-] yen!With just a few, they could spend a whole day playing pachinko at Pachinko, or open a booth at a bar for several days.

Wuma Xingjin didn't want to talk nonsense with them. He only had Kawaki Yoko's safety in mind now.

Without wasting time on these gangsters, he got on his motorcycle and drove away with a roar.

At this time, Huang Mao ignored the pain and crawled towards the Japanese yen scattered on the ground, grabbed it and put it in his arms.