Weird Gacha Machine

The two took the airport bus to Shinjuku. When it comes to Japan, it really feels like being in Japan. Some places don’t feel real when you go there, just like being at home.The roads in Japan are clean, the buildings are not too high, dense but not oppressive, the weather is good and not crowded.

The B&B is in a residential area. The building is circular with five floors and you have to climb stairs.The boss is a Chinese lady who speaks Chinese but looks more like a Japanese woman.

"There is a 24-hour convenience store outside the residential area, and it is also close to the subway station, so it is convenient to go everywhere." The young lady laughed, with two dimples.

Yin Mu thanked him, and looked at the 400 yuan homestay. Sure enough, the houses in Japan are quite small, for the two boys with an average height of 1.8 meters.Fortunately, though, the exquisite, undeniably small sparrow has all the internal organs.

"If you have anything to do, just contact me on WeChat." The young lady said goodbye briskly.

"Boss Yin, I'm hungry." Song Qingqiao lay down on the sofa with half of her legs dangling.

"Let's go, let's eat." Tired is tired, so tired that I want to fall into bed and can't get up, but I have to eat.

Song Qingqiao looked at the phone and typed: "It's done, my brother will come and pick us up right away."

Yin Mu was a little nervous for no reason. Although Song Qingqiao was not difficult to get in touch with, he was not a good bird either. His brother... a student from a prestigious Japanese school, sounds like it would be difficult.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, anyway, Yin Mu walked around the house and tested the hardness of the test bed, and Song Qingqiao's brother arrived.

Hey, let alone these two brothers, there is nothing alike except for their height.

"Hello, I'm Song Xiangyi." He was gentle and elegant.

Song Xiang has curly hair that feels a little frizzy, wears a pair of black-framed glasses, and has a little stubble. He is dressed in a Japanese style, with a camel-colored cotton shirt and a blue indigo knitted cardigan, and loose black wide-leg pants that reveal his whiteness. Ankle, brown leather shoes.

How to describe it, a bookish atmosphere.

"Hello, my name is Yin Mu, the diligent Yin, the morning and evening Mu."

"Nice to meet you."

Saying this, I can't see how happy it is.Serious in speech and smile, there is some contrast with Song Qingqiao.

The three of them went out. The weather in Japan in October was pleasant, the temperature was not high, and the sun shone warmly on their bodies.

"Asian League?" Song Xiangyi asked.

"Hmm." Song Qingqiao made a muffled nasal sound.

"How many people entered the final?"

"Twenty or so."

The two stopped talking, and Yin Mu could feel that their relationship was not very good as he walked beside Song Qingqiao.

"Yin Mu, you also studied art?" Song Xiangyi couldn't continue talking with Song Qingqiao, so he turned the conversation to Yin Mu.

"No, I'm a medical student."

Song Xiangyi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's a bit unexpected."

This smile is almost the same as Song Qingqiao, who said that they are not alike just now! ?

"Where's Mr. Song?" I really don't know how to address him.

"Oh, I'm just a teacher." Song Xiangyi still smiled, "You may as well call me Mr. Song, sir, the word is heavy."

It was only then that Yin Mu deeply realized that one should not judge a person by his appearance, he had to say a few words to this person before judging a person by his appearance, the conclusion of being serious was wrong.

"XX University...teaching?" Yin Mu asked, Song Qingqiao walked to the other side of him at some point, and was originally walking in the middle.

"It's interesting to stay here after graduation." Song Xiang put his hands in his pockets, "It's here."

A small izakaya, with wooden sliding doors, and a signboard with black letters on a red background. Yin Mu can understand the word "Nanwu". Whatever it is called, it is called Nanwu.

Song Xiangyi opened the door and went in. The boss was a middle-aged uncle, thin, and greeted him with a smile.

Then Song Xiang pointed at Yin Mu and Song Qingqiao sideways, the boss thought for a while, and said something, which made Song Xiang laugh out loud.

"The boss hasn't seen Song Qingqiao for a long time, and I almost can't recognize him." Song Xiangyi explained, giving the boss a thumbs up.

Song Qingqiao clicked his tongue in disdain.

This damn kid has a really weird temper.

The three sat down, and Song Xiangyi handed the menu to Yin Mu: "See what you want to eat."

Song Qingqiao sat next to Yin Mu, and Yin Mu asked him after getting the menu: "Brother Qiao, what do you want to eat?"

"Raw beef bowl." Song Qingqiao said without thinking.

Yin Mu hasn't finished reading the menu yet.

This tempura looks delicious, and this skewer looks delicious too.

"Have you decided?" Song Xiang asked with a smile.

Yin Mu cruelly pointed to a photo of tempura, which still made people drool the most.

After Song Xiangyi finished ordering, he sat quietly, his eyes wandering over Yin Mu, making Yin Mu feel a little uncomfortable.

"Can you stop staring at others?" Song Qingqiao said impatiently.

"Then I see you, aren't you also happy? There are only three people here, who else can I see?" This poor-mouthed skill is also similar to Song Qingqiao.

"Look at the ground yourself."

"Yin Mu, why did you become friends with him?"

……

"Just... bad luck?" Yin Mu said in a low voice.

Song Qingqiao and Song Xiangyi were all happy.

"Little friend, have the guts, I also think I have a bad brother."

"The unlucky days are still long, Boss Yin." Song Qingqiao smiled at him, panicked.

Both Song Xiangyi and Song Qingqiao ordered the Raw Beef Don. The rice was covered with pink beef slices, blooming like a flower, with a golden egg yolk in the center.Yin Mu stared straight at her, "Damn it, I'm really hungry."

"Take a bite?" Song Xiang pierced the egg yolk with the tip of his chopsticks, and the rich egg liquid spread out, making it sticky.

"Can... can I?!" There is no dignity to talk about in front of food.

Song Xiang picked up a piece of raw beef and wrapped it in egg liquid, wrapped it with some rice, put it on a spoon, and handed it to Yin Mu.

Don't care if it's awkward or not, let's talk about it after eating.

The whole mouthful of complex flavors filled Yin Mu's mouth. The raw beef had the smell of sea salt, egg liquid, and rice grains.There are very few raw foods in China, and this experience was a surprise.

Song Qingqiao clicked his tongue again, always feeling that Song Xiangyi was teasing him, because he knew that there would be no possibility of sharing a bowl of rice with others at Song Qingqiao's place.

Yin Mu challenged his own limit. After eating a tempura bowl, he added a raw beef bowl, and he also ate a lot of skewers.

"The appetite is good." Song Xiangyi praised him.

Now Yin Mu was so exhausted that he couldn't speak, so he just nodded, indicating that it was delicious, and even went to the boss to show his empty bowl, thumbing up.After eating, he almost came out by leaning on the wall.

Song Xiangyi said that he had to go back to school, and left first as there was still class in the afternoon.

"Why are you and your brother so wrong?" Yin Mu asked Song Qingqiao.

Song Qingqiao is unhappy now, very unhappy: "It wasn't born by the same mother."

ha?

"Half father and mother." Song Qingqiao said, "He always locked me in the cellar when he was a child."

Then he looked at Yin Mu who was stunned, and smiled: "I hold grudges very much."

Yin Mu suddenly realized that he might be killed for his naivety one day.

According to the plan, Yin and Song's first check-in place was Sensoji Temple.Just take the subway from here.Song Qingqiao followed Yin Mu obediently, without doubting Yin Mu's sense of direction at all.In fact, Yin Mu is 80.00% a road idiot, and the remaining 20.00% relies on unintelligible navigation.

"Brother Qiao, do you speak Japanese?" Yin Mu asked.

"A little while."

"Then you go and ask, which exit to go to Sensoji Temple."

……

So it is worthy of being a must-see place, one is beautiful and the other is crowded.There are many beautiful sisters in kimonos walking around, which is quite charming.

The purpose of Yin Mu's plan to come here on the first day is to seek good luck for Song Qingqiao.The first thing to do when entering the temple is to wash your hands. In the pool on the right side of the main entrance, use a small wooden spoon to scoop up water to wash your left hand, then your right hand, and finally rinse your mouth.

Next to it was the place to ask for a lottery. Yin Mu dragged Song Qingqiao there without saying a word, and gave two hundred yen to ask for two lottery.

"Quick, quick." Find the corresponding drawer according to the number on the sign, "Look for yourself first, don't show it to me."

Yin Mu couldn't wait to take out his lottery... There was a large character on it, fierce.

"Boss Yin, what are you?" Song Qingqiao also took the sign.

Yin Mu laughed bitterly: "It's fierce."

"Hey, I'm Daji." So cheap.

Song Qingqiao comforted him: "Getting a lucky ticket also proves that you are lucky. Generally, there are not so many lucky tickets."

Yin Mu looked at what was written below, and guessed the meaning based on the Chinese characters.Wealth...broken, health...sickness, study...incomprehensible, love...eyes...in front of your eyes? ! !

"I'll see yours," he said.

"No, what if it doesn't work?" Song Qingqiao stuffed the lucky sign into the pocket of his jacket in a blink of an eye.

"whispering sound."

"Boss Yin, get your kidnapper up there." Song Qingqiao said with a smile, "It doesn't matter that way."

The two burned incense and donated money. Yin Mu had nothing to wish for, so he just asked Brother Qiao to win a prize. Gold, silver, bronze and other prizes would be fine.After he came out, he insisted on buying Song Qingqiao the most expensive guard.

"Superstitious." Song Qingqiao looked at the meticulously crafted guard in his hand, and was actually quite happy.

Compared with the lucky lottery, the keeper Yin bought by Mr. Yin is more gratifying.After all, such things as making a fortune, being healthy, and making progress in studies are meaningless to him. Hey, what is the last item?

As soon as I came out of the temple, it was less than six o'clock, and the whole sky began to darken, with dark clouds gathering, and it looked like a storm was about to come.

"There seems to be a typhoon these few days." Yin Mu said lightly.

"Typhoons and earthquakes, come whenever you want." Song Qingqiao replied.

Seeing that this posture is no longer good, go back quickly.The original plan was to go back to Shinjuku, Kabukicho and so on, but now it seems that there is no way.

Before returning to their residence, the two discovered a new world in a convenience store.Convenience stores in Japan are really convenient, they have everything, food, drink, entertainment, and... men like it.

"Brother Qiao, can I buy you a book to decompress?" Yin Mu stood in front of the photo shelf, his eyes full of women.

Sure enough, in Japan, this is a developed industry.

"I can't help it."

"They are all adults, so don't be polite to me."

Song Qingqiao raised her eyebrows and smiled brightly: "Okay, call a pretty sister every minute tonight, do you like the three-player game Mr. Yin?"

"Hey, Brother Qiao, I'm just kidding, what kind of woman do you want, isn't it good to play with your phone?"

Yin Mu turned and went to the food shelf.

Buy two rice balls, two sandwiches, one box of sushi, hey, a few more boxes of instant noodles, and instant tempura! ?

Song Qingqiao stuffed something quite heavy into the basket, beer?Sake?Champagne! ?

"Crazy you."

"Have a drink, it's okay."

Finally, before the cash register, Yin Mu pointed at the cigarette and made a two-to-one comparison.The clerk looked at him for a moment, then said something.

"It depends on your ID card." Song Qingqiao translated.

"What?"

"Maybe you don't look like 20."

Yin Mu took out his ID card and handed it over, saying, "I'm Chinese."

The clerk smiled at him after seeing it.

"He said you are handsome." Song Qingqiao translated again, and then thanked the clerk.

After coming out of the convenience store, it has started to rain patter, the rain is not too heavy, but the wind is strong, and the raindrops are blowing straight down on the face, and most of the clothes are wet within two steps.

The two ran back to the building, and Yin Mu sneezed two or three times.The bad omen came too fast, so I won't really be sick.

"Hurry up and take a hot bath." Song Qingqiao urged, it was the first time he heard his tone.

"You wash first." Yin Mu said after entering the room, "Don't catch a cold."

Song Qingqiao looked at him and sighed, and didn't bother to argue, wasting time.

Yin Mu closed all the windows of the room, and then took off the wet clothes. He didn't know what to wear after taking them off, so he put on a bathrobe... Damn the rain even wet his underwear.

In the past at home, Song Qingqiao couldn't come out of the shower for half an hour, but this time it was quicker, and the door opened on time in 10 minutes.

Yin Mu went in with his head dizzy, the heat rising inside made people dizzy even more, but it was comfortable, the whole body was warmed by the hot water.Wait... wait.

"Brother Joe!"

"what happened?"

"I came in without my panties!"

……

"Where is it?"

"It's in the suitcase, look for it."

After a while, Song Qingqiao seemed to have found her underwear and knocked on the door.Yin Mu opened the door a little.

"Open it wider, you can't reach in."

……

Damn, it's kind of considerate, I brought the pajamas together.

When Yin Mu went out, Song Qingqiao sat on the sofa and smoked.

"Our country should also promulgate a regulation that people under the age of 20 cannot buy cigarettes." Yin Mu said.

"I look more mature."

That's true, he doesn't look like a human being anyway.

"Hey, who the hell gave you permission to drink?"

After a few minutes, the champagne was opened and put there, and the wine glass next to it should have just finished drinking.

"I need to check my status." Song Qingqiao went to the kitchen to get another cup and poured them both. "Plus, it's more interesting to drink with you."

The implication is that Yin Mu is more interesting after drinking.

"Set the alarm clock, start at 11 o'clock." Originally, Song Qingqiao had no other schedule for tomorrow's competition.

"It feels like our friendship is all in the wine." Yin Mu took a sip, sweet.

"That can be regarded as a fateful friendship." Song Qingqiao drank another glass.

"Can you fucking drink it slowly?" Yin Mu also drank a glass, took out in the shopping bag, and bought everything together, but forgot to buy food and drinks.

"Hahahahahaha Mr. Yin, you are such a weirdo. It's the first time I've seen you with sushi and wine."

"Don't be so fucking pushy, I'm hungry, can't I?"

"Okay, what you say is what."

Now Song Qingqiao's green hair was lifted up by him to expose his forehead, and he looked wet and dry, not even wet.Yin Mu's blue hair was still dripping.

"By the way, why didn't your brother laugh at our hair today?" Yin Mu asked.

"He used to dye red hair when he was out of the mainstream, how dare you laugh at us?"

Song Xiangyi, a red-haired man, doesn't match his name, and his imagination is limited.

"You look a lot like your brother."

"If other people say this, I will be beaten to the ground by now."

"That can't be, our life-threatening friendship." Yin Mu laughed, "You said you looked skinny, why are you fighting so fiercely?"

"Not skinny."

Lose the focus.

"How much do you weigh?"

"One hundred and twenty three."

"It's lighter than Lao Tzu."

Yin Mu was so angry that he drank a glass. The champagne didn't feel like drinking it.

"Brother Qiao, you need to eat more, like a chicken pecking at rice all day long."

"Come on, Boss Yin is right."

Yin Mu got into a fight with the sushi, and couldn't pick it up after holding it for a long time, just like the foreigner who used chopsticks for the first time: "The fuck...why can't I pick it up!?"

I can't hold it up and I'm angry.

Song Qingqiao dismantled the pair of chopsticks, picked them up at once, and shook them in front of him: "Come on, ah."

Yin Mu looked at the sushi in front of him and remembered that he was fed by Song Xiangyi today, and now he felt inexplicably ashamed: "Oh, your mother!"

Very impatient.

Song Qingqiao giggled, her face was fogged up by the alcohol, and she felt that it was hazy and unreal. Even her hairline was perfect and impeccable. She looked like a smiling boy with red lips and white teeth. A stream of spring water is about to gush out.

"I was wrong, Boss Yin, don't stare at me." He barely put down his chopsticks.

Yin Mu withdrew his gaze, raised his goblet and clinked it with Song Qingqiao's cup, then raised his head and gulped down.

This glass of wine is toast to Mr. Yin, who has a heart of stone and despises everything just now. For the first time in his life, he experienced what the so-called heartbeat feels like.

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