[Hunter] Tourists' time on the street

,"go quickly."

Enoch stared in shock at the tourist who had just claimed to be a wounded man, but turned into a strange force woman in an instant, and his eyes widened.Holding her breath, she ran to the window and asked her, "Strawberry, chocolate, matcha, what do you want?"

"Can't you have all of them?"

Enoch didn't answer, his face turned black visible to the naked eye, and the tourist quickly changed his words: "Matcha, thank you."

"No, here it is."

The tourist happily took the cake and held it in his hand, looking at Enoch who still had a bad face, said.

"Don't worry, I'll pay you back."

"I'm not worried about the money! I'm just feeling...a little hit."

"Because of strength? Of course." The tourist said proudly, "He is the most powerful brick mover on the pier! One person is better than ten!"

Enoch was dubious, "Really?"

"...Fake." The tourist once again refreshed the level of deceitfulness of ordinary people in the hunter world, "You also believe this kind of words."

Although Enoch's anti-fraud is not very good, his teaching level is surprisingly good.

At least tourists understand.

"So, is it really similar to Japanese?" The tourist stood beside Enoch, pointing to the door panel covered with Japanese and hunter characters.

Enoch looked pensively at the fifty-syllabary comparison table listed by the tourist, "It seems that they can indeed be converted to each other. Is this the text of the tourist's hometown?"

"Not counting my hometown, I know a little bit about the characters of neighboring countries."

The tourist asked: "What do you think if I disassemble the common language first, convert it into Japanese, and then look at the meaning?"

Enoch thought for a moment and said, "Will it be troublesome?"

"No, as long as the database is large enough, the conversion can be completed within three seconds." The tourist paused and smiled, "But when it comes to slang and complex grammar, there will be problems in expression."

This opportunistic approach is similar to Google Translate, very crude.It can be used a little bit, but it is very bad when it gets stuck.

"Forget it, it's better not to be tricky." The tourist clasped his hands together and cast expectant eyes, "Please continue to teach me."

Tourists live in Enoch's house temporarily. They don't have a lot of money to support tourists to rent a house, and they need to be bright and clean for work.So renting together is the most suitable solution at present.And it saves some time in meeting.Tourists sleep on the sofa, repeating the daily life of studying during the day, working at night, and taking time to sleep.Although it was hard work, I didn't feel too tired.Maybe it's the benefits of reading?

One month has passed, and the tourists' language progress has reached the final stage, and they can also understand some superficial works.In terms of grammar, she would have said that there is not much skill in words, and most of them rely on memory and ordinary accumulation.During this period, she also considered teaching Enoch to read, as a small reward.But I don't know whether his talent is too low or her teaching is too bad, there is no improvement at all.If you try to read it forcibly, you may die, and the tourists have no choice but to give up this plan.

The tourist let out a breath and sat up from the sofa.The simply furnished living room is full of books, the floor is scattered with waste paper full of words, and the walls, thresholds, and window sills are covered with post-it notes and picture cards.She is a person who will be very serious when she starts to learn something new, she will spare no effort, never delay, until there is a result.However, it is not certain to what extent the follow-up will reach. Just like using too much force at the beginning and exhausting your life's enthusiasm, you usually can't persist in the end.

After the tourist finished washing, he knocked lightly on the door of Enoch's room and shouted: "Don't sleep, your performance will drop! Get up and go to work! Hurry up! Hurry up—go to work!"

With disheveled hair, Enoch opened the door angrily, "Since you came, I have rushed from the tail of the crane to the top few! How could there be someone like you."

"Then shouldn't you thank me?!" The tourist raised his fist and sternly said, "I'm not active at work, I have a problem with my brain. Don't beep, get up quickly, and if I come back from shopping, you won't get up yet. You are good to eat."

"So..." Enoch lay on the bed wanting to cry without tears, grabbing the quilt with his head, "How can there be someone like you! Workaholic! Violent woman! Give me back my goddess, give me back my goddess!"

The tourist with good hearing stepped back with a final warning, "Don't howl! Hurry up, get up, and dress up, you have no taste."

Tourists are like an old woman who hates iron and steel, sighing three times and going downstairs.Originally, according to her plan, she would get bored after playing in the store for a while, and then continue on the road.The town, Enoch, etc., would be quickly left behind, and she had come and gone like a free wind.

But when the gust of wind blew through her, she encountered a little accident.

It was an ordinary night, she was singing on the first floor, admiring those pretty faces, Enoch didn't know what to do on the second floor.Everything was unremarkable.Until she stepped off the stage, a salty pig's hand climbed onto her thigh and stroked it gently.

The tourist subconsciously wanted to kick the man away, but she thought about it and held back.She wanted to see, after the mask was removed, the frightened and terrified face of this man would be very interesting.It's time to mock him severely and teach him a lesson.

So she took the money from the man with a clever smile, whispered ambiguously, and let him walk up to the second floor with his arm around her waist.

It was a boring old Mediterranean man who kept bragging about how much money he had and how successful he was. He also said that if he followed him, he would give her gold, jewelry and other things. He didn't stop bragging until he entered the room.

Fighting back a laugh, the tourist asked where he wanted her to take off in exchange for gold.

Those squinting little eyes looked up and down greedily, as if he couldn't decide which was the best for a while, so he said, "Let me see your face first."

The tourist responded with a smile, and was about to take off his mask when the door was suddenly knocked open from the outside.Enoch barged in rashly.

"Miss Tourist!"

Enoch frantically buttoned his shirt, as if running over in the middle of some activity.

"What are you doing here?" the visitor asked puzzled.

Enoch glanced at her, let go of his half-hearted heart, stood in front of her, and apologized to the man, "I'm sorry, sir! She is not an employee here and cannot accept the commission. I am very sorry for your misunderstanding. Please forgive me." !"

Want to lose my salary? !This was the tourist's first reaction, and he poked him speechlessly: "I work here. Although I haven't signed a contract, I'm working."

"I know!" Enoch seemed more anxious than she was, almost jumped up on the spot, and said through his teeth: "But you don't do this kind of work."

The tourist was even more surprised, and asked inexplicably: "Isn't this very common? You don't accept this kind of thing, why do you still want to be a cowherd?"

"I accept me, but don't accept me."

The tourist suddenly realized, and said in a long tone: "Oh...haha, double standard, I understand."

She wanted to make another joke or two. With a sound of "bang--", the glass shattered to the ground, splashing water all over the place.

"Did you hear that! You don't need to worry about her! If you understand, get out!"

"Sir!" Enoch was about to say something, but the rough guest punched him.In the next moment, after a loud noise, he who should have been knocked down was still standing, but the guest lay on the ground instead.

"I didn't say it, don't arrange me."

The tourist clapped his hands dullly and said, "He hit the wall, let's go."

That day, the tourist suffered scolding that didn't add up in years, and the nasty manager spat at her in the face.Chattering, spinning around like a spinning top.The tourists did comfort themselves in this way. Since then, both tourists and Enoch have privately called the store manager "a spinning top that can spray water."

But she was happy that day.Although it's useless and she doesn't need it, it feels good to be cared for and taken care of.Throw me a peach and give me a plum.

She decided to repay his kindness a little bit and stay a little longer.

Maybe...we can still be friends?She hasn't thought that far yet, but maybe there will be such a day.She truly accepts and makes friends with people in this world without hindrance.Across dimensions, across worlds, establish equality, freedom, and sincere friendship.

But she was stymied before that!Practice is much more difficult than imagination!

Every day, Enoch looks like the mud can't support the wall, and she has no plan at all, and she gets angry when she sees it.According to her grand plan.Two years to be the top brand, one year to expand the reputation, five years later, get rid of the water jet top, take over the Cowherd Store, and then expand the scale in three years, just 40 years old, and start the old-age dungeon.

But why is the protagonist in the plan not in a hurry! !

pole reversal

"Two fried fish, one soup, two meals, 2528 Jieni, welcome to visit next time."

"Thank you." The tourist took the food, paid and left with ease.

The tourists walked home slowly humming a song, kindly giving the family more time to prepare.To be honest, she didn't expect the half-lived person to cheer up immediately, but if she can't do it, she must be enlightened. Under the leadership of her righteous iron fist, who is wise and mighty, success is only a matter of time.

The tourist stood at the door, her sharp nerves made her feel a little unusual.But she couldn't tell what was different.She opens the door.

The bag in her hand fell straight down, making a loud noise, and the soup spilled all over the floor and splashed on her legs.The tourist stood there dumbfounded, unable to move, panting violently, she subconsciously supported the wall to prevent herself from falling.

After a delay of two seconds, she staggered towards the living room, "Enoch, uncle. Dead salted fish, get up, get up."

Enoch, who was still arguing with her more than ten minutes ago, was lying on the ground straight, with his head facing the door.