Idol coser Mr. Sokin

Zong Jin took a step to avoid the bow, and put his palm on the skin of the back of his neck, with an uncomfortable expression: "Anyway, you get up first."

A small loaf is not enough to...

"Yes!" Atsushi Nakajima raised his head, and he looked intently at the person in his eyes. There was light shining in his amber eyes, which made people think that there was a tail about to shake behind him.

Canines, felines?

Tigers are cats...

Thinking wildly, Zong Jin refused bluntly: "Sorry, I have nothing for you to do."

Although I am not from the same world, but I meet someone I know well on the road, and I happen to be able to help. I think even if I change someone, I will make a similar decision.

Besides, the money and items in this world can only be used in this world.

As a result, Atsushi Nakajima, who heard the refusal, seemed to have been hit by a bolt from the blue, his whole body turned gray, and the white tiger's ears and tails turned into sand and dissipated in the wind.

Frustrated, he bent forward, and the background became dark: "Sure enough...it's the same everywhere..."

Zong Jin: Tactical Leaning Back.jpg.

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I have never seen this scene.

He took a breath, frantically searching his mind for something that could attract Atsushi Nakajima's attention.

After skipping countless episodes of variety shows and Qianduqianke, he finally grasped the point.

"Ochazuke, do you want to eat? My treat."

Atsushi Nakajima, who was lying on the ground, froze. After realizing what Zong Jin was saying, he raised his head and cried, and choked a little while speaking: "Really?! You are such a good person!"

"Just call me Zhongyuan." Zong Jinzhong also turned his head away, with one hand in his pocket and the other hand pulling the backpack strap.

The shadow of the alley covered his complexion well.

Sensing Atsushi Nakajima's gaze, Zong Jin endured the uncomfortable heat from his ears to his neck, and said in a cold tone with a deadpan expression: "If you don't leave, I won't invite you."

Atsushi Nakajima hurried out of the alley.

Zong Jin paused for a second and followed.

Originally, I wanted to take Nakajima to take a bath and change clothes... Well, let's eat first.

The shop outside the alley was too hot, and the boss would definitely think that Atsushi Nakajima was here to sabotage and disturb business.

The two decided to look for another store.

It's just that this decision had just been made, and Zong Jin stood motionless at the intersection.

Atsushi Nakajima poked his head out from behind him and asked doubtfully, "Mr. Nakahara?"

Zong Jin had a serious expression on his face.

To be honest, he really didn't know why he was so crazy.

So he can't make sense

You let Zong get close to Zhong, and you are crazy.

This setting really can't be added!

Can you find it if you bite the bullet and walk around?

Atsushi Nakajima looked at Munekin.

Although it was not obvious, he actually saw his shadow in Zhong Yuan.

That was a stranger to the city.

He suddenly had a bold idea, and the message came out cautiously: "Well, could it be that...Mr. Zhongyuan just arrived in Yokohama too?"

! !Good job Don!

Zong Jin, who was stuck in a blind spot of thinking, suddenly figured out that it is normal for Yokohama to have a different world view with such a big gap!It's normal for him not to know the way, so as long as he doesn't expose himself as a road idiot, it's fine!

Dunjun!

You are an angel!

So Zong Jin maintained his composure, coughed dryly, and asked, "You can also say that... What about you, do you know any shops?"

He asked but didn't report much expectation.

After all, "yes" has been said, and it is really unreliable for a person who has just arrived in the city to find a store.Perhaps asking passers-by is more convenient than this.

As a result, Atsushi Nakajima's eyes lit up.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!" He nodded like a chick pecking at rice, but he could only hmm due to his high emotions.

Zong Jin: "...speak well."

"Yes! Yes! I know a lot!!"

Atsushi Nakajima was like a cat looking for food, he found an empty shop with ochazuke rice after three times, and stood aside slightly looking down at Zongjin with expectant eyes.

Zong Jin pushed down the brim of his hat and entered the store first.

The amount he got in the morning was a lot, but he couldn't afford the excessive expenses.

Zong Jin has a small appetite, so he ordered a small bowl.Probably because of such a comparison, coupled with the fact that he was hungry and hungry, and he did not lose his mind, Nakajima Atsushi ate three big bowls very reservedly.

"Is that enough?" Zong Jin was a little surprised when he saw him stop.

"Yes." Atsushi Nakajima scratched his face, "Well, thank you very much..."

Zong Jin calculated the balance, and there was indeed a lot left, but he should not be able to pay off Zhongye's medicine.

"In that case, come with me."

"Aren't you willing to do anything? I need your help."

Standing on a commercial street, Atsushi Nakajima, who was thrown into the bathhouse to wash himself and then changed into a set of cheap clothes with a small cardboard box on his chest, was in a mess in the wind.

"That, that QAQ..." He trembled.

Being stared at by passers-by with strange eyes, as if being pierced by a sharp arrow, Atsushi Nakajima felt that he was about to die.

He trembled: "I'm sorry...is this my job?"

Zong Jin didn't answer, and put a

The harmonica I bought was placed on my lips.

This time it was pure piano sound without any singing.

The young boy who had just grown up stood at the spot where the crowd was watching, his body was so stiff that he didn't dare to move, his face turned pale from nervousness, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his cheeks.

When someone approached, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

Accompanied by the sound of paper rubbing, Atsushi Nakajima opened his eyes, saw the banknotes in the box, and looked up suddenly, but only saw the crowd of course.

At this time, he also discovered that the eyes of the crowd surrounding him were not as disgusting as he had imagined.

The music changed from soothing to brisk.

A friendly passer-by put money in the box, Nakajima Atsushi didn't know what to do, he turned around in a daze, and saw Zong Jin playing with his eyes closed behind him.

"..."

This is the job you get when you are trusted.

Nakajima tightened his wet palms.

He quickly turned his head and bowed to the passerby to thank him.

The other party smiled friendly, especially generously, reached out and patted his shoulder, and left.

Atsushi Nakajima looked at the backs of the passers-by, his bewildered expression finally receded a little from his face, and when the next person walked up to put the change quietly, he was finally able to show a smile from the bottom of his heart.

People come and go on the street.

Not all will stay, and not all will remain indifferent.

This kind of street performance, the audience is no different from running water.

Probably the young man's adaptability has always been very strong, and soon he will be able to silently thank the audience freely, even if no one comes forward, he will no longer have a bitter face, and he will no longer be so nervous that his limbs will become stiff.

In addition to those who are attracted by music and join in the fun, there are also many people who find Atsushi Nakajima very likable after approaching here.

Zong Jin opened one eye to take in everything, and the corners of his lips, playing the harmonica, hooked indiscernibly.

He played the last piece and put down the harmonica.

This thing, the lung capacity is not enough, I really can't afford it.

Still sour.

"It's amazing, it's amazing, Mr. Zhongyuan!"

Without a show, the crowd quickly dispersed.

It was probably the first time he had completed a job, Atsushi Nakajima was so excited that his face was flushed, and his eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Zong Jin.

"It's just normal."

Zong Jin pressed his hat, stood on the steps and saw the messy white hair of Atsushi Nakajima bent down in front of him.

"Here you are." Zong Jin jumped down the steps, took the cardboard box, took out banknotes that would cost at most three meals, and slapped Atsushi Nakajima on the chest.

Atsushi Nakajima was about to refuse when he heard Zongjin continue.

"So, you're fired."