The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

Mr. A walked out of the airport holding a candy jar that didn't seem to decrease at all. All he saw were blond foreigners. Even though he was 1.7 meters tall, he stood on the street with his head down, but he looked extremely weak and pitiful.

Marianne noticed the dark-haired oriental boy. He looked like he was coming to the country for the first time, and he didn't fit in with the atmosphere of the whole street.

She couldn't help staying in front of the airport for a while, but the boy was still quietly holding the candy jar in his arms, standing there with his head bowed.

The half-length black hair fell down against his pale skin, and the Asian looks were so small that Marianne didn't even think he was fourteen years old.

She wanted to lend a hand to this exotic child. But a certain intuition from the bottom of her heart made her hesitate.

In fact, Mr. A is just bargaining with the system.

When he set foot on the land of this country, listening to the noisy exchanges of people in his ears, Mr. A suddenly realized a fact.

He doesn't speak English.

The previous memory has been blurred, but Mr. A remembers that he was still a student when he died. His English vocabulary was less than 5,000, which was still reading vocabulary, and listening vocabulary was half less.

【A gentleman: System gentleman...】

[System: Want to exchange for proficiency in spoken English? The price is fair, buy it now for only 99. 】

"A-Jun: ... Do you know that I only have 200 energy now?"

[System: Yes, I did not recommend products that are beyond your ability. 】

A-kun was choked by his ruthless speech, [Idiot System-kun, if you can't get in and out all the time, even I will lose my fighting spirit. 】

[A gentleman: There is no trace of the promised branch line, but there are so many places to spend, I am going to cry. 】

If you want the horse to run, then feed the horse more grass.

Mr. A angrily opened the candy jar, took out a red one and ate it.

[A gentleman: Exchange, use a little more for me to exchange for anything. 】

[System: OK. 】

The garbled voice in the ear instantly became clear, even the local machine gun-like speed of speech was as easy to understand as a native language to Mr. A.

great...

In an instant, he felt like a scholar.

Mr. A was immersed in simple happiness, and only after a half beat did he notice that the female voice that was very close to him was speaking to him.

What did the other party say?

Boy, why are you here alone?

Lost? Still waiting for someone? Is there anything I can help you with?

Ah, kind people.

A-jun raised his face and showed a happy smile.

She is still a beautiful big sister in Europe and America, so lucky.

"It's ok-"

Pa... eh?

Mr. A kept his face turned sideways and blinked blankly.

His face hurt so much, he was slapped.

but why?

"Boy, are you alright?" the kind big sister explained in a panic, "I'm sorry, I don't know, the hand has already reacted..."

A Jun: Eh?

I mean...is my face so bad?

But to be honest, when Mr. A saw this face in the mirror, he still thought it was pretty good, but it was a little less imposing, the outline of the face was softer, and he looked like a good student, which was very deceptive.

Although it can't be liked by everyone, it shouldn't be annoying anyway, and I was slapped on the first meeting...

[System: It's not a matter of your appearance, it's just a side effect of the props. 】

"There will be gains and losses, please be careful in everything..."

Mr. A remembered this sentence in the introduction.

【A Jun: So what are the side effects? 】

[System: The initial favorability of the personnel except Black is -20 (disgust). 】

[A-Jun: Isn't that super bad? 】

In a daze, the eldest sister has already pulled him by the wrist and decided to take him to the clinic to treat the wound.

A Jun quickly refused: "No, I'm still waiting for someone and can't leave here. And it doesn't hurt at all, it doesn't matter."

Marianne didn't believe it, how could someone with a big red face not hurt?

She didn't understand why she would do such a thing the moment she saw the boy's face, and she couldn't figure out where her disgust for the boy at the moment came from.

She shouldn't be someone who harbors ill will towards others for no reason.

Marianne felt very guilty: "Then I will wait with you and ask your friends to go to the clinic with you. If the wound is not treated, it will swell up very quickly. I will bear all the expenses as my little compensation. ."

Jun A didn't want to go to the clinic, because the first thing the doctor there might not do when he saw him was to give him medicine, but to slap him on the other side of the face with his backhand.

Although Mr. A has a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, he doesn't want to be symmetrical in this kind of place.

[System: Please check the newly issued items as soon as possible. 】

The thing that was exchanged for a single digit point, the system put it in his side pocket, Mr. A hadn't had time to see what it was.

"Memories Cookies..."

"There are three pieces in a box, each cookie represents a minute of memory. When you eat it, the memory will be broken into pieces along with the cookie. Will your friends make fun of you with the dark history from a long time ago? If you are troubled, let TA Eat the biscuits, it's the taste of memories—"

what…

Isn't this very suitable for use now?

System gentleman, you are very helpful.

Mr. A smiled and nodded: "Thank you sister then."

He took the cookie of memory out of his pocket, "He won't be here in a while, let's have some biscuits together."

The boy's bloodless fingers tore open the package, revealing the rose-colored biscuits inside, and the indescribable fragrance spread through the air. Marianne's original refusal mouth turned into a thank you.

"Here, it's delicious." Three biscuits the size of coins lay quietly in the palm of his hand, the corners of Mr. A's lips were raised, the shadows cast by the broken hair covered his pupils, and the gentle and clear voice was like a poisonous snake that lured passers-by into death spit the letter.

Under the bonus of his natural evil temperament, what Ley, who came to pick up people, witnessed was a scene of wicked people trying to attack the people.

"So far."

The young man with long hair appeared at an unknown time, and his slender fingers wrapped around the wrist of the boy who was dragging the biscuits. With a seemingly relaxed posture, Mr. A couldn't move at all.

Only then did Ley notice the redness on the side of the boy's face, he was thinking about it, but his face did not show, he was expressionless, but he spoke politely: "I'm sorry, this child has caused you trouble, I'll bring it here. he is gone."

Marianne: "Wait a minute, but..."

In less than a sentence, the two oriental faces disappeared like water falling into the sea.

"Don't make trouble in this kind of place, there are people from the FBI nearby." Ley said, explaining his previous actions.

Mr. A turned the biscuits in his hand and hummed for unknown reasons. He recognized Ley.

Mr. A actually has a high favorability to him, or rather admires him. After all, a sniper gun is a boy's dream.

When the characters in the comics come to reality, Mr. A, who sees the idol, is inevitably in a surging mood—

Matsuda-kun and Hagihara-kun are not counted for the time being. After all, they are men who lived in the past. After taking a deep breath and calming down, he smiled and said kindly to Rai: "Would you like to eat cookies? It's the taste of memories."

Ley looked at him for a while with green eyes, then slowly took away the biscuits in Jun A's palm with **** and put them in his pocket: "Thanks, maybe it will be useful in the future."

A smiling gentleman?

He pondered the possibility that Rey knew the effect of the biscuit, and fell silent.

【A-kun: Does Akai-kun think there is something wrong with the biscuits? Poison and the like, so when I gave it to him, I said it would be useful in the future... or something. Maybe they will misunderstand the taste of memories I said is a revolving lantern...]

[System: Yes. 】

The first meeting with Akai-kun was a big failure!

Mr. A can't hide his grief.

[A gentleman: System gentleman, can the natural evil temperament be canceled? 】

His purpose has been achieved, this item will not bring him any benefit, but will have the opposite effect.

Such as the slap print on his face, such as Akai-kun's speechless stare.

are very bad.

[System: Blessing props cannot be cancelled, but will gradually become invalid over time. 】

[A-Jun: Woo. 】

[System: The branch line has been triggered, do you want to check it now? 】

【A Jun: Huh? 】