Yokohama Script Team

Early in the morning, the residents of Radium Bowl Street gathered at the funding site, chatting with each other, and turned their eyes to the open ground of the rescue site, with longing in their eyes.

The daily distribution of supplies is approaching.

About a few months after the appearance of Radium Bowl Street, an anonymous business company claiming to be a well-intentioned person set up a funding point on Radium Bowl Street under the banner of rescue.

Food, medicine, clothing, even jobs.

The funding point provides the above three types for free for the elderly, the young, the sick, and the disabled, and helps strong adults find jobs. If they are unable to meet the job requirements, the funding point is also responsible for providing technical training and teaching elementary school knowledge courses to children.

So comprehensive that you even think that this is the funding process that the government is responsible for.

In fact, everyone knew that this was just a non-government rescue organization, and even the staff of the funding point were hired on Radium Bowl Street.

As more and more people came to the funding point, before the delivery personnel arrived, there were uniformed personnel in white shirts and suit pants coming from various directions.

Stand at the corresponding position according to their respective work manuals to maintain law and order.

Among these security personnel, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was one of the few children, also stood in a corner, flipping through the manual to confirm the location.

"Ah, this is it, my working hours are... four hours?"

"Four hours of work is over, get paid!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also closed the manual.

The orange-haired boy was standing at the base of the wall, with his trouser pockets in his hands, a well-fitting white coat draped over his shoulders, his eyes patrolling the crowd.

"This job is quite simple!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also sincerely thanked the unknown kind-hearted person, the other party's behavior was so friendly to them children!

The Central Plains is not afraid of adults with force, the entire Radium Bowl Street has not been able to defeat the Central Plains Chuya, including some adults with weapons, and the Central Plains Chuya who has the ability to control gravity even broke out in Radium Bowl Street. King's name.

Although I don't want that title.

In the first half a year, Zhongyuan ran around with the members of the sheep, and he didn't dare to leave the members of the sheep organization for too long.

He can't be afraid of those people, but the sheep's companions can't help but care.

From the moment he was rescued by the sheep members, Zhong Yuanzhong swore to protect them.

Since he got the funding point of the Haoxin Trading Company, the pressure on Zhongye Zhongyuan has been reduced. As long as his companions get the supplies as soon as possible during the four hours of his protection, and go back together after work, it will be safer than Zhongye Zhongye at all times.

No one dares to initiate violence at the funding point!

Zhongyuan Zhong also waved at the sheep members who lined up to receive supplies, watched them enter the protection area of ​​the funding point after receiving them, put down their hands and continued to stand guard.

The guards standing not far from him cast envious and regretful glances.

"I said, you obviously have such a powerful ability, why don't you go to the person in charge of the funding point and leave Radium Bowl Street. With your ability, even if you are young, you have a better future than being a security guard, right?"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also said without turning his head: "I will not leave, I want to protect my companions."

The man smiled wistfully, a little bit of jealousy and more sourness.

With a sour tone: "If I had your skills, why would I be a security guard?"

"Yeah." Zhong Yuanzhong also responded casually, and said to himself: Don't think about it, you think the explosion three years ago was very simple, and you have forgotten the legend of Huangba vomiting so quickly.

Leaving aside the official explanation for the explosion three years ago, there are various rumors on Radium Bowl Street, the most widely spread of which is that the "Huang Ba Tu" god was angry and destroyed the concession.

Zhong Yuanzhong also considers himself a human being, but his memory tells him: What are you thinking, you are not human.

The time of standing guard was boring, and when the four-hour security time ended, Zhongyuan Zhong also moved his lower joints tediously and sighed.

Another calm job.

"Uncle, I'm leaving." Saying goodbye to the full-time employee casually, Zhong Yuan walked away at a leisurely pace, with a white coat firmly draped behind him.

The employee stared at Nakahara Chuya's back, and suddenly came back to his senses and let out an "ah".

"That dress, I seem to have seen a familiar one today..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also kicked the stones under his feet, walked alone in Raibo Street, patrolling aimlessly, he didn't know what he was looking for, and his intuition told him that there was something on Raibo Street that attracted him.

This feeling has happened several times in the past three years. Each time, Zhongyuan Zhongye almost left his companion to chase after him. After the safety of his companion was guaranteed and he didn't need to keep an eye on him all the time, Zhongyuan Zhongye urgently searched for him several times. Nowhere to be seen.

The number of times is so high that the Central Plains even wonders if someone is cheating on him?

He gathered up the overcoat he had been wearing since he was born. This coat automatically grew bigger as he grew taller, and the words of the sheep companions floated in his mind.

"This dress looks expensive."

"Zhongye must be a child of a rich family!"

"It's not just rich! This dress will also grow in size by itself! Maybe Chuya's parents have the same magical ability as Chuya!"

"Eh? Then you don't need to buy clothes?"

"Don't think about it, there is only one coat in the middle, not even trousers!"

At that time, the members of the sheep were discussing with great interest, guessing one by one that smoke was coming from Zhongya Zhongya's head, and then I don't know who said:

"Sigh, it's a pity Chuya's parents probably died in the explosion too..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about the person who talked to him after the explosion, and he was sure that person was not his mother or something. He suspected that that person had something to do with his real origin, but unfortunately that person only said a few words and left him a The clothes are gone.

Said to see you in the future, and never came to him in three years.

Zhong Yuanzhong also once thought that the person who approved the clothes for him was to see that he had no clothes to wear. In fact, that person did not have as many clothes as he thought.

The Central Plains are also worried.

"Boss, ten dumplings." The girl's gentle voice came through the crowd around the booth. It was obviously a noisy environment, but this voice stopped the pensive Zhong Yuanzhong.

It's that man's voice!

No, no, no, although they are very similar, there are still subtle differences. It should be said that it sounds like the young version of that person!

Zhong Yuan Zhongye's heart was pounding, and he turned his head suddenly, only to see a piece of white clothes disappearing into the crowd, and his intuition told him that it was the person he had been looking for for the past three years.

The person who had been searching for three years suddenly appeared in front of him, and Nakahara Zhongya's mind went blank. Before his brain could react, his body had already taken the first step, and he chose a direction to chase after him intuitively.

The person's walking route made many turns and turns, and it was rare in Zhongyuan Zhongyuan that he didn't feel restless. He followed him neither far nor near. He had an intuition that he could catch that person today!

As the sun went down, the Zhongyuan Zhongya gradually slowed down, and he stopped at the entrance of an alley.

"Hey, it's you."

Zhong Yuanzhong also called out to the person whose back was facing him in the dead end, clasping his hands together, his palms sweating from nervousness.

With calm eyes, he said word by word: "Let me chase you for a long time, pass by several times in three years, and the person who has seen me from afar is you, right?"