I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Since it's a'rewarded game session', there is naturally a bonus..."

Time does not wait. Faced with the doubts on the other side of the phone, Niya did not hesitate to throw out his killer skill: "For every extra day, you can get 100,000 yen. After a month, you can find the program group or Oi-kun to check out! Of course, If you don’t hold on in the middle and are tricked by rhetoric, there will be nothing..."

"Ten, one hundred thousand yen?! Not three million a month... Are you sure it's true?! No problem, I'm the best at refusing to sell phone calls..."

After the man on the other end of the phone froze for a while, he immediately agreed with a humble attitude of making a 180-degree turn.

"...It's settled, I just shut it down now!"

"Hoo...Successfully got it..."

Hearing these words, Niya, sweating profusely, glanced approvingly at Xiaojing Tianyuan, who fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.

Thanks to the principle of "things gather people into groups"...

In the middle of the night, if someone like Moto Oida used a phone call like a religious scam, that person's IQ should not be much higher.

Next, as long as the other party can abide by the agreement, for the huge bonus that does not exist, refuse the call of the phone booth day and night, and if you can't insist on it...

Even if the two of them were controlled by this phone booth to make calls in turn, they should have the opportunity to survive the search and rescue carried out by the Spirit Eliminators Association after discovering that they were "lost".

"Ahem, um, I always feel that something is not right... Could you please ask Oi-kun to come over and answer the call?"

In the quiet earpiece, the man's "go and return" voice suddenly sounded.

"You can come and go as soon as you call it, so you can explain the situation to me personally? Besides, don’t you still need to check out with him or the program group? If there is no staff to register for me with bank account or something, I’m always not at ease..."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

However, Moto Oida was lying on the ground. He was poisoned by the old stockings left behind by an unknown victim, turning his eyes white, retching constantly, unable to get up again, and unable to answer the phone...

"Sorry, due to the program rules, it is temporarily inconvenient for Oi-kun to contact the outside world during filming..."

"Hey, I hate this kind of dull and fluffy man..."

Smacking his lips uncomfortably, Niya could only hold up his "business accent" again with a stinky face, and calm the other party with a sweet, horrible voice.

"By the way, I seemed to hear you smashed your mouth uncomfortably just now, and whispered that I was a man with tortoise hair?"

The man on the other end of the phone made a serious appearance.

"Ahem, in fact, I am not worried about the settlement of bonuses. I just want to confirm whether Oi-kun is safe from the standpoint of a friend."

"How could someone say that, you must have heard it wrong... In short, what kind of person, don’t worry, Oi-kun is now blindfolded and recording the game session of'Guess where is the little X'head. It’s not convenient to pick up. No more phone calls, and the guarantees in the recording of the show are more reliable than him..."

"Is this bastard from a dog? Why is he unexpectedly sensitive to such details? ! Pretending to be serious? What you have always cared about most is the bonus, right? ! 』

Restraining the madness in my heart, Niya can only continue to pretend to be silly and cute, using a coquettish tone to constantly assure the other party.

"...After all, a woman with four mouths is more trustworthy than a man, isn't it?"

"Since you have said so, I can hardly believe you. Anyway, I know the address of Oi-kun's house. If it is really impossible, I can come to collect... a woman with four mouths?!"

Halfway through the reassuring words of the man on the phone, he seemed to have noticed something wrong: "Wait, I've always cared about... this strange foreign accent, coupled with the nasty breath that can't be concealed in words... "

"You girl, can it be that nun Niya?!"

"A person in Japan who can call my name by voice... and this idiot-like tone... You are..."

After a moment, Niya's "business-style accent" broke in an instant: "Exposing the mad monk Sosuke Araki?!"

"Asshole, I said that the last time I was at the gate of the association was an accident, and I am not a monk... Now I am not talking about this, why did you become Oi-kun's shooting assistant... Could the Holy See also eat spirits? Can't afford to eat?"

"Furthermore, if you have a stage name of Loli, the same red-haired and violent ponytail as you...and pretend to have that kind of cute sound that has no soul at all and is so fake...Wow hahahaha..."

"By the way, that question has been bothering me for many days. One, two, three... I counted the study materials countless times, isn't it obvious that there are only three? ! 』

In the constant ridicule of someone on the phone, a sense of shame called "social death" filled Niya's mind.

"You have to stop vomiting and voicing in moderation. You are a bad virgin who can only solve everything with his hands in a special attack service exhibitionist!"

"Wait, why do you know that I am a virgin? If there are other parts that can be used, I don’t want to..."

"[Beep...], [Beep...], [Beep...] plus [Beep...], isn’t it exactly four! Don't even know this kind of common sense, dare you to say that you are not a virgin? ! 』

"Ahem, in a nutshell, everything just now has a reason..."

Seeing that the existence outside the phone booth began to agitate, Niya had no time to argue with this guy, let alone explain the current situation in detail.

"We are currently trapped by a weirdness. It's too late to tell you the detailed rules..."

Who could have imagined that Moto Oida, who was possessed by this telephone booth, accidentally dialed the call to Sousuke Araki, who was a spirit remover, and successfully deceived this idiot...

"In short, you immediately exit Yoshihara Park, and then report the current situation to the Soul Destroyer Association..."

It can only be said that Japan is too small.

However, for the two of them, this should be considered a blessing in misfortune.

"Let them send the spirit remover who is best at breaking the gods...find the phone booth hidden by the pond..."

Although Sosuke Araki is an idiot, unruly and abusive violent, he has two brushes only in the aspect of despiring.

"During this period, we may be possessed by this phone booth... But no matter what we call you, don't believe it, and don't do it...cough cough cough cough..."

As long as he acted strictly according to his own words, the two of them should have a high probability of being able to crack this weirdness and escape from life.

Before Nyana's words could be finished, the colorful light covering the inner wall of the phone booth disappeared completely.

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