I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Wh... how could I do something like yours."

Mochizuki Ayano, with a guilty conscience, was pierced by people's mind, stammering a little.

Then, what surprised her... Araki Sosuke actually took out a small green card, swiped it on the machine, and continued to clamp it.

"Can... like this? Why didn't I expect it!"

The small card that Araki Sosuke took out was one in Tokyo.

That is SUICA, nicknamed "Watermelon Card".

The watermelon card was originally a stored-value card used to take trams, buses, subways, Shinkansen and other transportation.

However, with the expansion of payment channels, most convenience stores, vending machines, or large chain stores like Ji'an's Palace can use the amount to spend.

But Mochizuki Ayano, who claims to have been practicing in the game hall for many years, did not expect that the watermelon card can be swiped on the recent claw machine?

This guy... really isn't a simple character.

Since the other party has no worries about change, Mochizuki Ayano will naturally no longer expend spiritual power to activate pupil techniques to affect the other party's operations.

After all, it only costs one hundred yen at a time, and you can buy four and get one free.

The burden caused by pupil surgery can't be replenished so cheaply.

Soon, she watched as Araki Zongsuke picked up the box of evil figures.

"How about it, this is my big brother, I, who worked in the game hall for two months, and no one exercised skills at night!"

Soaked in the cheerful congratulatory music in the game hall, Sosuke Araki did not forget to show off to the "audience girl" who was on the sidelines.

"Hmph, this naive thing like a doll is only played by children... dare you to compare others with me?

"Other? How to compare?"

Sosuke Araki asked curiously.

"The machines in this hall are up to you to choose. However, if you lose, hand over the box of figures."

Mochizuki Ayano provocatively gritted her teeth.

"Oh, how long has no one dared to challenge me in the game hall? There is still some time, it is not impossible to play with you... But if you lose, you have to do one thing according to my request... "

Hearing the other party's challenge, he already carried three boxes of hand-made Araki Sosuke, Xie Xie smiled.

"Do something?" Seeing the other party's lascivious smile, Mochizuki Ayano subconsciously put her hands on her chest.

"Scared? Don't think about it, I'm not interested in your yellow-haired girl with A minus."

"Who...who is A lost... but I... don't cry when you wait to lose!"

Inexplicably "weakness attack", Mochizuki Ayano was so angry that her cheeks bulged like a porcupine dolphin.

Today, let you feel the horror dominated by the ninth section chief directly appointed by the Metropolitan Police Department, IQ180, Karate 3dan, and the genius girl who has dominated the SEGA game hall for nearly 10 years.

She added silently in her heart.

...

Next to the fighting game machine named "Fist of Ghost Slayer".

Mochizuki Ayano and Araki Sosuke sat on each side of the back-to-back machine, and put in coins with serious expressions.

"Hmph, choose this game, just wait to cry, this lady is the master of the online game "Fist of Ghost Slayer" for three consecutive weeks..."

Entering the character selection interface, Mochizuki Ayano chooses her best and favorite character, "Ghost Girl-Douzijiang" who is possessed by a ghost but is fighting for humans.

On the opposite side, Araki Sosuke chose the "Ghost Fighter-Pig Head Man" who is known as the weakest character in the game.

"Pighead man? Really dare to choose, waiting to be defeated by this lady without injury..."

ten minutes later.

"How...how could it be...my bean paste..."

Mochizuki Ayano looked at the screen incredulously.

On the screen of the game console, "Ghost Girl-Douzijiang" screamed and lay down on the ground, while the "Pighead Man" on the side was doing handstands amused.

"Yawn... so boring, so elementary school students are still too weak..."

On the opposite side, Araki Sosuke ignored the “no smoking indoor” regulations in the game hall and lit a cigarette.

"It's just that you are lucky and chose the game I'm not good at. Try another game and compare it."

...

It's called "Blood Haunted House", in front of a shooting machine that supports up to four players on the same machine.

With a gun in one hand, the girl calmly and accurately shot the ghosts on the screen with a pistol to clear the level one by one, and the words "NEWRECORD" appeared on the screen.

"Hey, what a pity, this highest record is afraid that no one can exceed it."

Mochizuki Ayano said with a slightly exaggerated smile.

Hmph, stupid guy, how can you not think that as long as this lady has seen things with her left eye, she will never forget it.

She remembered exactly which ghost would come out of which corner in the first few seconds.

Then, before the old god Araki Sosuke walked up to the ground with a cigarette in his mouth, he put in coins for four people at a time...

Fifteen minutes later.

Sosuke Araki handsomely inserted the gun in his hand back into the machine.

The words "NEWRECORD" appeared on the screen again.

"How... how can you shoot with four guns alone, you are cheating!"

Looking at Sosuke Araki who looked indifferent, Mochizuki Ayano protested.

Just now, this guy used four guns by himself like a tentacle monster, two in a round, saving even the time of putting the guns back and changing bullets.

And the number of monsters in the four-player mode has doubled, and the score is naturally higher.

Next, whether it was a dancing machine, a motorcycle, a racing car, or a shooting machine, Mochizuki Ayano was abused by the Damn it man.

Even the racing games that she was not good at, after all, she is not yet the age to get a driver's license.

But this guy's body structure is almost anti-human. The first time she saw someone playing on the dance machine, she played on all fours like a dog.

When competing with the shooting machine, this criminal man took all the basketballs from the machine next door and ended up in failure.

IQ200's genius girl Mochizuki Ayano, for the first time in her life, she lost so thoroughly.

"Damn it, are the people who designed these games all idiots?"

While saying this, she looked at a machine in the corner.

It was an old boxing machine. You only need to put on your gloves and hit the machine with a punch to display the value.

Although this is a game abandoned by the times, it is also a game that cannot be tricked.

Don't look at Mochizuki Ayano's petite figure. She has studied karate since she was a child and can serve as the head of the ninth lesson. Her fighting skills naturally have two brushes.

And due to some special reasons, her strength is far beyond that of an adult man.

The opponent seems to have won some college kendo championships, but in her opinion, it is just an amateur level.

"Are you sure... this is the last project?"

Sosuke Araki looked at the boxing machine in front of him, and then at the petite Mochizuki Ayano, with an expression of "You are not arrogant, right?"

"Hmph, don't cry when you lose."

Mochizuki Ayano put on the gloves, moved her hands and feet, her eyes condensed, kicked on the ground, lowered her waist, and slammed a backhand punch.

Seeing the girl's extremely smooth movements and the burst of murderous intent, Araki Zongsuke's lower body was slightly cold, and he opened his mouth in surprise, and the smoke fell from his mouth.

The layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway.

With this, the opponent perfectly borrowed force from the ground, and through the rotation of the waist, concentrated the power of the whole body on the fist and blasted out without any loss.

Obviously practiced.

Moreover, based on the height difference, an adult male can only be killed by a spike in the face of this blow.

There is no trace of broken eggs.

The screen showed a high score of 756.

Mochizuki Ayano showed a satisfied smile.

Generally, there are adult men who continue to exercise, and a 400 is not bad.

"It's awesome, kid, it seems that I have to be more serious."

Picking up the smoke on the ground and taking another sip, Araki Zongsuke rolled up his sleeves.

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