Tokyo host

Chapter 265
After leaving Shoko Kojima's house, Makoto Futaba reckoned that he was about to go back.

After all, if Suzuki stays in the room all the time, I don't know if Yu You will be as hungry as Pikachu, but Nana may come back.

Of course, with their skills, they can order takeaway at most.

Makoto Futaba thought helplessly, a cooking idiot and a cooking black hole, if he is not around for something in the future, who can take care of them?

When he was thinking about going downstairs, Futaba Cheng frowned slightly as if he smelled something.

At the bottom of the stairs, there was a drunk man walking up staggeringly holding a wine bottle.

When the man saw Futaba Makoto, he frowned: "Hey kid, what are you looking at?"

Futaba Makoto smiled and looked away.

Then the man glared at him and walked up, as if he had no intention of arguing with Makoto Futaba.

"This kind of rental house should be quite cheap. It doesn't even have a camera, and the security is not very good." It seems that because of this drunk man, Futaba Makoto couldn't help but look at the rental house here—this kind of It is a very common double-storey rental building. Iron plates are used in many places in the material. From the rusty appearance of the stair railings, it can be seen that it has not been repaired for a long time.

"Shoko Kojima is also a popular painter, so he shouldn't be short of money. Wouldn't it be better to change to a better apartment?"

Makoto Futaba couldn't help thinking, and this place is not too close to the school, so it doesn't have much advantage in terms of geographical location, and she doesn't know why she wants to live here.

At this moment, there was a deafening knock on the door behind him——

"Bang bang bang!"

"Boom!"

Makoto Futaba was slightly speechless after hearing this, why did the drunk knock on the door so hard?

"Forget it, what do other people's affairs have to do with me?" Just as Makoto Futaba was about to leave, he seemed to hear a panicked voice, "Why, why is it you?!"

……

"Sister Xiaodao, you finally opened the door for me."

Shoko Kojima saw the drunk man standing outside the door, his face seemed a little ugly, but he managed to smile: "Mr. Amada, you are drunk again, this is my home."

"I'm not drunk, sister Kojima, have you taken a bath?" The drunk suddenly became excited, "So you're waiting for me too."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand towards Shoko Kojima, but the other party cleverly avoided him.

"Please go back and rest well, or I will call someone."

Saying that, Shoko Kojima planned to close the door quickly. Originally, if she knew that the person outside would be this guy, Shoko Kojima would not have opened the door at all.

She was also surprised why senior knocked on the door so hard.

But when he was about to close the door, Shoko Kojima noticed that the drunk man had stretched his foot in and blocked the door directly.

"Mr. Yutian, I'm going to call the police." Shoko Kojima's expression turned sour.

He also turned on his cell phone.

In the next second, her mobile phone was snatched by the other party.

"Give it back to me!" Kojima Shoko was stunned for a moment, and then thought something was wrong in his heart.

"Sister Kojima, are you threatening me?"

"Stop pretending, aren't you and your mother the same thing?"

The drunk man smashed Kojima Shoko's cell phone to the ground, and then directly grabbed the opponent's neck, "Be honest!"

"Let go, let me go..."

Shoko Kojima felt a sense of suffocation. She struggled a bit and beat the opponent's arm with her hand, but she had no strength to resist at all in front of the opponent's nearly 200 catties body size.

The other party had already pushed her in and closed the door.

Too bad, I can't even make a sound.

Kojima Shoko's eyes were clouded with mist.

senior……

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, which exploded from behind the drunk man, which also scared him into a jolt.

Turning his head, he found that the door behind him was kicked open, revealing the figure inside.

Futaba Makoto with a gloomy face, his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

"senior!"

"You, you, you, what are you doing?!" After seeing the boy behind the door, the drunk suddenly stared and scolded, "How dare you break into a private house?!"

"You little brat, I want to call the police and arrest you!"

Futaba Makoto didn't speak, but grabbed the opponent's collar, then pulled him over and slammed him against the door frame.

Accompanied by the screams, blood oozed from the forehead of the drunk, and he collapsed to the ground in pain.

"Catch me? I think you're drunk." Makoto Futaba squinted and said, then turned to look at Shoko Kojima, saw her still in shock, and said comfortingly, "Sorry, I'm a little late point."

"No no, senior, why did you apologize." Shoko Kojima shook his head, "Thank you."

"asshole!"

At this time, the drunk man who was sitting on the ground suddenly stood up, and smashed the back of Futaba Makoto's head with the wine bottle on the ground.

"senior!"

Makoto Futaba dodged the attack with one side of his body, and then slammed an elbow hard on the face of the drunk behind him. Accompanied by soaring nosebleeds, the man also let go of the bottle and fell heavily to the ground, unconscious.

"What a hopeless fellow."

Makoto Futaba said.

"Senior, are you alright?" Shoko Kojima seemed worried, although he didn't see Makoto Futaba being injured, he still couldn't help asking.

Futaba Makoto shook his head, then stretched out his hand and lightly stroked Kojima Shoko's head and smiled: "I'm fine."

Kojima Shoko blinked.

Futaba Makoto also came back to his senses, put away his hands a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I'm used to it."

"No, it feels reassuring to be patted on the head by a senior." At this time, Shoko Kojima looked very quiet, even a little bit unlike herself.

Futaba Makoto looked away.

Then he kicked the man on the ground and asked, "Who is he?"

"His name is Yutian, and he is actually my mother's colleague." Shoko Kojima said, "He also happens to be my neighbor now. He used to be nice to me, but now..."

After finishing speaking, she picked up the mobile phone on the ground, but luckily it didn't break, "Let's call the police."

"It's too cheap for him." Makoto Futaba said while touching his chin.

Kojima Shoko gave Makoto Futaba a weak look, and asked in a low voice, "Crack?"

"Eh..." Futaba Makoto was taken aback for a moment.

Then he smiled: "It's okay, after all, he treats you like this."

"Senior! If you are caught, I will regret it for the rest of my life." Shoko Kojima stammered.

"Just kidding."

Seeing that the girl started to panic, Makoto Futaba shook his head, "Don't worry, and this is also too cheap for him."

"After all, living to atone for sins is more painful than dying once and for all." Makoto Futaba said with a smile.

Shoko Kojima suddenly felt that the senior's expression at this time was a little scary.

Futaba Makoto took out his cell phone and made a direct call.

(End of this chapter)