Chapter 482 If There Is a Telephone Booth, Then the World Will Be Destroyed Three Thousand Times a Day

The girl's cheerful words floated lightly in the night sky of the city, from Keio Department Store to Odakyu and then to Shinjuku West Exit, no matter the gorgeous neon lights or the dark alleys, they seemed to be stained with her happiness.

The white and slender little hand sometimes held Hojo Kyosuke's hand tightly, and sometimes boldly held his arm. The girl was like a happy bird, chirping and jumping around.

She even bought a crepe with two strawberries regardless of the weight, but after licking the cream twice with her little tongue and taking a piece of strawberry with her lips, the crepe was handed over to Hojo Kyosuke.

So, at the entrance of the first floor of the subway station, Glass stood there quietly, smiling with curved eyebrows, watching Hojo Kyosuke eat the remaining crepe.

She knew that he liked sweets, and even when the fiscal deficit was, he would buy expired toast to make his own French toast.

He knew that she liked sweets, and he also knew that she liked the time when they stood at the subway entrance and shared a dessert. So he ate very slowly, and after every bite he would look up and tell her with his eyes "I really want to eat", and then she would smile softly, as if to say that watching you eat was more fun than eating by myself.

People were coming in and out of the subway entrance. There was not only the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building, a famous night view spot in Tokyo, but also some mid-to-high-end department stores and electrical appliance stores, so the number of tourists was very high. In addition, because there were quite a lot of izakaya food, Tokyo office workers would also gather here after get off work like zombies who heard the sound.

A middle-aged man in his thirties walked up the stairs with a tired face. The moment he walked out of the subway entrance, he exhaled heavily. He wanted to relax, but the taste of Zena energy drink in his mouth made him tremble all over, as if he was back to the overtime scene. He hadn't slept for two days. If it weren't for the energy drink, he doubted whether he could get on the train accurately and walk out of the devil's maze Shinjuku Station safely, although it was difficult to walk in a straight line.

Now he was going to drink a glass of ice-cold beer and then have a good sleep. Although they were both brown, the difference between beer and Zena drinks was like heaven and hell!

Thinking of this, Fu Lu Song also exhaled again, then took off his coat and put it on his left hand holding the briefcase, and used his right hand to loosen the bow tie. He didn't dare to untie it directly, fearing that the minister would send overtime information later. Every time he tied a tie, it was like putting his neck into a hanging rope. He didn't want to experience that kind of pain twice a day unless it was necessary.

Faintly, he suddenly felt the phone in his pocket vibrating, and he quickly took out his phone while whining in his heart.

Fortunately, it was an illusion.

Because he was too tired...

He thought in a trance, and when he put the phone back in his pocket, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something worrying in the corner of his eyes. Before he could gather his energy to see clearly, he heard a cough behind him. He hurriedly took a few steps forward to make way, while apologizing.

"...Private Marseille."

After standing next to the trash can, he looked up and finally saw the thing that had concerned him just now.

A young couple.

This is Shinjuku, and there is no shortage of couples, whether locals or tourists, but he didn't know why he only paid attention to that couple. He cared so much that he even waited a while to drink beer.

For some reason, he stepped back again and forced himself to blend in with those who lingered in front of the subway station. In the past, he disdained to do so. He thought that those who hung out here were either NEETs who were idle and gnawed their parents, or the winners of life who could easily get everything they could only dream of without working. And he was neither the former nor the latter. He was a man who relied on his own efforts to gain a foothold in this maze city.

But now, he didn't hesitate to hide among these people, and wanted to take a good look at the couple.

The boy was very tall. There were many tall foreigners at the subway entrance, but when I walked by the boy, I always felt that I suddenly became much shorter. It was like everyone in the company bowed to their boss. No matter how tall you are, you can never be taller than your boss. The boy was also very handsome, but he subconsciously wanted to ignore this point. He didn't pay attention to the couple because of this.

The girl was very beautiful, wearing simple and bright clothes, which perfectly set off her slender and plump figure, but the most noticeable thing was her temperament. She was just standing there, but everyone who saw her felt a sense of tranquility.

Hearing aids?

Feng Lusong also frowned subconsciously, but soon his attention was diverted again. Because neither the boy's tall and handsome nor the girl's quiet and cuteness were the reasons why he noticed the couple.

The boy held a crepe, which was really full of ingredients. There were so many creams and strawberries that they were about to fall off. He thought to himself.

The girl stood quietly aside, staring at the boy blankly.

Why do I care about them so much? Feng Lusong asked himself, but he didn't know.

Was it because the boy looked up at the girl from time to time while eating crepes?

Or the happiness on the girl's face?

Feng Lusong also pondered, and then he understood after seeing a couple walking down the stairs brushing against him.

There was a pure beauty in that crepe couple.

Whether it was the office couples, student couples, or the winners of life covered in jewels, Feng Lusong could feel a sense of "fashion" from them.

They were discussing the hottest izakaya on the Internet recently, carrying the latest popular fashion brand clothes, with smiles sweeter than honey on their faces, and kissing each other from time to time without paying attention to others, just as sweet as bees.

But Feng Lusong also looked at them without any ripples in his heart, because he knew that he would be like them, and would find a female companion who was loving and sweet in front of outsiders, would go to the department store after work before marriage, and would go to the supermarket for big shopping on weekends after marriage.

But it would never be possible to treat a crepe as preciously as this crepe couple.

The girl obviously liked to eat desserts, but she still gave the only crepe to the boy. She looked at him, and her eyes could no longer hold anything else, as if she had already put the whole world in her eyes.

The boy obviously hated desserts, but he still couldn't bear to reject the girl's feelings. Every time he raised his head and wanted to push the crepe away, he fled in the girl's eyes and continued to enjoy the crepe full of love.

Neon lights flashed, lights were bright, and people were surging.

They stood there holding a crepe, as if they had found an isolated island in the ocean. Although they were just enough to stand, they were happy and satisfied.

If Shinjuku Station is a devil's maze, then Tokyo is a man-eating devil's cave. In such a psychedelic city with rampant material desires, there are such simple couples and such pure love!

Feng Lusong also sniffed hard, and felt that his eyes were abnormally sour. Suddenly, he had an epiphany in his heart.

It turned out that I was looking at my lost youth. Feng Lusong's heart was also moved, and he felt like he was about to fly. When I was in high school, I also had such a pure love. A crepe could make me happy all day, and a piece of strawberry had to be divided into three bites.

She...

Hey? Who was the girl? Feng Lusong's smile froze, he couldn't even remember the name of that "her"! Why, why couldn't he even remember the name of the girl who ate crepes with him!

What about her face? What does she look like? She has a student-style haircut, which is sometimes tied into a pigtail and fixed with a green hairpin. She has never been scolded by the dean for having a short skirt, because she has a very good eye and can always escape, and then she will stick out her tongue at me with a playful smile.

Wait, is she making that expression towards me?

Feng Lusong was stunned, and his Adam's apple moved up and down with difficulty.

Why are all my memories of "her" from a third-party perspective? Why don't I ever remember her talking to me!

Baka!

Feng Lusong also cursed in his heart, and as his memories were constantly dug out, he finally remembered that he had never experienced the "crepe couple incident" in high school. He knew that the tall and handsome boy hated crepes because he hated crepes.

And the reason why Feng Lusong hated crepes was because he had seen the girl he liked share a crepe with a bastard.

Yes, I was hiding and watching like that at that time.

Feng Lusong cursed in his heart, and his tired body and chaotic mind seemed to wake up.

He kicked the trash can next to him fiercely.

Bastard, why put a trash can here? Isn't this a waste of taxpayers' money! Can't you take the trash home and throw it away! Bastard trash can, bastard trash, bastard prime minister.

The drunks and NEETs who were sitting on the ground and chatting around heard the sound and turned to take a look, and soon turned back with a calm expression. He was just a loser who was crushed by life and was not worth caring about.

Feng Lu Song also remembered everything. The reason why he ate a piece of strawberry in several bites was because he really liked to eat strawberries, but he couldn't bear to eat them because they were expensive, not because he had a lovely girlfriend who would eat with him.

In the afternoon of the second year of high school, he spent a huge amount of money, two weeks of pocket money, to buy a super luxurious crepe, wanting to confess to "xxxx" in the class. When he walked to the place where the female classmate told him, he saw xxxx and a boy together. xxxx handed a crepe to the boy opposite, and then stood aside with a gentle face and watched the boy eat, and occasionally used a white towel to wipe the cream on the boy's lips.

What kind of crepe, that kind of sweet and greasy thing would only be liked by ghosts! Who eats that kind of thing? Why haven't crepe shops all over the world closed down? Where is Doraemon? If the telephone booth is brought here, the world will become a world without crepes!

The originally vague memories became extremely clear, with a shriek and a painful momentum rushing towards him, like a sharp sashimi knife that cut his tired heart into 1.8 million pieces sharply and accurately.

Bastard!

He cursed again in his heart, and he cheered up, his eyes full of red bloodshot looked very fierce.

Rudely pushing through the crowd in front of him, he walked towards the couple who were still clinging to each other.

The lights from the subway station dimmed, and Glass turned around blankly, and the somewhat scary face scared her.

Kyosuke Hojo swallowed the cream in his mouth. He liked cream the most. The cream of better quality was very sweet. He ate all the cream left over from baking at home one spoonful at a time.

The man in front of him looked very abnormal. If he hadn't confirmed that this was a daily world, he would have suspected that zombies were about to unfold.

After all, this is Shinjuku, Shinjuku in the demon world. Except for normal people, everything can be found here.

Just as Kyosuke Hojo was about to reach out to block Glass behind him, the girl suddenly raised her hand.

The white handkerchief reached to Kyosuke Hojo's mouth, gently and carefully wiped the cream off his lips.

After doing all this, Nishimiya Glass took a step back, stood obediently behind Kyosuke, and carefully folded the handkerchief.

Facing Kyosuke Hojo's gaze, she smiled sweetly, and one hand had reached into the handbag and held the anti-wolf spray.

Seeing the lovely smile of the girl, Hojo Kyosuke sighed deeply in his heart. If it weren't for the zombie man in front of him, Nitro would definitely use his fingers to wipe off the cream for himself, and he might even stick out his tongue to eat it. If his conscience was stronger, then...

Ahem, no, I can't think about it. It's not the end of the world. I still have to restrain myself a little. Don't let lust get the better of you, Hojo Kyosuke!

The silent understanding and intimate gestures of the two of them immediately stimulated Furyomatsu's heart to ache. Thinking back to the past, the "she" he liked was also like this...

Asshole! Damn crepes! Damn purity, damn love!

"Excuse me?" Hojo Kyosuke frowned slightly and spoke calmly.

The man opposite also frowned, and he didn't even say he was frowning, but his eyebrows were all twisted into a ball, just like his complicated mood.

A trace of displeasure arose in Hojo Kyosuke's heart. He was so sweet with Nitro, and suddenly a psychopath appeared.

He didn't plan to say anything more at the moment, and took Naoko's hand and planned to go around from the side.

Naoko was in a good mood. If it was Sakura who was disturbed like this, she would definitely kick him directly. There was a subway station behind her, so she turned around and ran away. In this devil's maze of Shinjuku Station, no one could follow a person. Even if Sherlock Holmes was resurrected, he could only say "lost".

Fu Lu Song also moved to the side to block the way.

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