Tokyo Literary Godfather

Kei Fujiwara was startled, and suddenly remembered a video he had seen in his previous life: On the subway, a woman fell asleep leaning on the shoulder of an uncle next to her. The uncle looked back at her, and then calmly walked away from her. He took out a mobile phone from his briefcase and hit the woman on the head. Then he quickly put the phone back into the bag as if nothing had happened.

This may seem ridiculous, but it is also a helpless approach for some honest social animals in Japan.

As the birthplace of Tram Wolf, the phenomenon of obscene and candid filming on trams does indeed exist in Japan. Girls often get two slap marks on their butts for no apparent reason as soon as they get on the train. When they look back, they look like damn gentlemen.

Some girls swallowed their anger and had their vaginas touched; others bravely fought against this behavior, grabbing the pervert's hand and dragging him to the police station.

Of course, if there are too many such things, accidental injuries will inevitably occur. For example, there are often girls who touch the wrong person's butt and drag innocent passers-by to the police station.

For a long time, the Japanese police have also adopted a presumption of guilt model for such cases of tram indecency. If a man cannot prove that he did not touch the person, he is undoubtedly a pervert. Japan has also shot movies with similar themes.

Some Japanese girls have also found business opportunities because of this custom. They often form groups and go on the tram to extort money. Sometimes they even grab the hands of passers-by and put them on their chests while others are not paying attention, and then a group of little sisters swarm them. . This kind of thing happens from time to time, so ordinary Japanese men pay special attention to keeping a distance from the opposite sex. When they see this kind of person sleeping on his shoulder, his first reaction is that he is a blackmailer. If I don't knock your head open, I am being merciful.

Fujiwara Kei suddenly became vigilant. Is this guy Arima Keika trying to blackmail me?

But then he shook his head and laughed at himself, what a strange idea this is. Also, is my thinking a little too divergent today?

Fujiwara Kei subconsciously looked at Arima Keika, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips were moist but a little white, maybe because he had just finished drinking water.

Take this to test the cadres...

Fujiwara Kei stared at Arima Guixiang blankly, and suddenly a strange feeling rose from his lower abdomen, like an electric current, traveling from bottom to top, throughout his body.

Fujiwara Kei approached blankly, and then couldn't hold back and kissed her.

Fujiwara Kei couldn't help but choke on the soft and moist feeling, as if he was obsessed with this feeling.

I don't know how long it took, but Fujiwara Kei felt Arima Keixiang's breath, and suddenly his breath became rapid.

Only then did Kei Fujiwara feel that something was wrong, and he separated slightly, only to see Keixiang Arima looking at him with her big eyes open.

"Arima..." Kei Fujiwara didn't know what to say. He felt as if a pot of paste had been poured into his head.

Arima Guixiang also blinked and looked at him. After a long time, she said: "Teacher Fujiwara, it's snowing in the house."

Fujiwara Kei was startled, what does this mean? What's the code word? Does it mean the same thing as "Today's moonlight is beautiful"?

"Wow, Mr. Fujiwara, you have a lot of cats at home, and there are also big dinosaurs."

"A big banana also has a big skin."

"Why can't cantaloupe fly?"

"Ah, I saw my grandma."

Fujiwara Kei was stunned. What on earth was this guy talking about? However, when he looked around, he felt something was wrong. It was as if there was a filter installed in front of my eyes, and when I looked at the furnishings in the room, there was a hint of pink.

At this time, Fujiwara Keicai suddenly became alert, quickly stood up, and stumbled towards the kitchen.

"The gas is turned off, so..."

Fujiwara Kei frowned and looked at the half-eaten bag of mushrooms on the table.

"Depend on!"

Kei Fujiwara cursed and rushed to the landline phone to dial Japan's emergency number.

"Sorry, we have food poisoning. Our address is..."

After saying that, Kei Fujiwara put down the phone and waited for rescue with peace of mind. It was probably because he didn't eat mushrooms and only had meat cooked in mushroom soup. His poisoning was relatively mild, but he was still a little dizzy.

Arima Keixiang ate a lot of mushrooms, so her condition should be more serious, and this guy was already talking nonsense, and he didn't know what hallucinations he had seen. It was more important to take care of her before the ambulance arrived, otherwise I was really afraid that she would do something like chew a kitchen knife.

"Teacher Fujiwara..." At this time, Arima Katsura spoke. She suddenly sat upright on the sofa, her hands obediently pressed on her thighs. Perhaps due to poisoning, her face turned black and her lips turned white.

"Did you just kiss me?" Arima Keixiang asked.

"..."

Damn mushrooms. It's all his fault.

Fujiwara Kei thought.

After a while, the ambulance came, and both Arima Guixiang and Fujiwara Kei were put into the ambulance. The personnel involved in the first aid recognized Arima Keika and Fujiwara Kei, quickly exchanged glances, and then when they were carried out on a stretcher, they deliberately covered their faces with white cloth to avoid being recognized when they went out. out.

Because the people asking for help are public figures, they are not easy to deal with. It would be bad if the matter becomes too big and a lawyer's letter is sent to them.

After the emergency personnel carried the two people out, some housewives saw it and whispered, "What's going on? Someone is dead?"

"It looks like they are a man and a woman. Oops, they must have committed suicide for love."

"What kind of fainting? It looks like a suffocation game at first glance, oh ho ho ho ho, young people are really big at it these days."

The two were put in the carriage, and after the ambulance driver knew their identities, he cried and sent them to the hospital.

He has been a loyal fan of Arima Guixiang for eight years. Although he also knows that his idol has an unclear relationship with a certain screenwriter, it still feels unacceptable for it to happen directly in front of his eyes.

And I don't know what the two of them did. They played so much that they fainted directly.

After Fujiwara Kei was carried into the ambulance, the tense consciousness just now finally relaxed, and then the whole person was swept away by sleepiness.

He lay half-dream and half-awake, as if he was in the clouds, and the scenes of his previous life were played back in front of his eyes. Suddenly, hundreds of large screens appeared in front of him, playing the movies he had watched before his death.

Damn, is this a revolving door?

You won't be going through again, will you?

Kei Fujiwara wants to cry, don't want to, I have been working hard in this world for so long, and finally I just got a little better, so I have to change the region again?

Kei Fujiwara didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up again, it was already dark, he had a severe headache, and his throat was uncomfortable. It was probably because he had just had his stomach washed.

Kei Fujiwara sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, and shook his head, only then did he notice a person lying beside the bed, with long black hair scattered on the quilt.

Do you have horse cinnamon? Kei Fujiwara didn't see clearly, and put his hand on her back lightly.

At this time, the person who was lying on the bed fell asleep suddenly "hmm" and woke up. Mori Inoue raised his head again, rubbed his eyes and said, "Mr. Fujiwara, are you awake?"