Nameless Apocalypse

Is there anything dangerous.

I went to the school, and the principal is very nice. After I showed my ability and nationality, he welcomed me very much to be their Chinese foreign teacher.The salary is good, which I am very happy about.Although I have to serve as an additional English teacher for the first-year class A of this Gang Renxue.

Well, this extra task is nothing compared to the salary.

"Miss Wu Ming, you are really young and promising." The old principal smiled and adjusted his glasses, "You can have such achievements at only 22 years old."

"Hehe, you've won the prize." I also laughed.In fact, I have forgotten how long it has been since I came to this world... In fact, I really want to say that I am forever 19 years old, but it is difficult to find a job when I am too young.

"That...Miss Wu Ming, are you a baseball fan?" The principal noticed the baseball bag I was carrying.

I was silent for a moment, then nodded quickly: "Well, that's right." You must never tell him that there is a murder weapon inside... Although I will understand that a baseball may become a murder weapon in the future.

"Well...it's a good thing that Miss Wu Ming likes sports, but you wouldn't bring them in during class, would you?" The old principal looked at me with concern, and I nodded hastily.

The matter was settled like this, and I successfully became a prospective teacher.After getting such an easy job, I immediately called Orihara Linya: "MOXIMOXI? Linya? I've got it done here!"

[That's natural.If you can't get this right, I'm going to wonder how you've survived till now. 】"..." I was silent for a while, "Miss Poison Tongue, thank you for your help, how much is it?"

[Don't call me that.I'll give you a discount of 10 for the sake of being introduced by an old customer. ] "I will remit the money to your account." I said sullenly, and hung up the phone quickly.Orihara Lin is also a strange person, not just with a strange name.I subconsciously feel that this person seems very dangerous, but probably because he has helped me a lot, I feel that this person can be trusted.

But since the first person I meet in a new place is always nice to me, and there are currently no living people on my blacklist, I put this problem behind me and go shopping for daily necessities up.

After wandering around the supermarket all afternoon, I feel a little hungry.

"Awesome~Awesome~! Russian sushi~! Delicious~! Cheap~!" A yell pierced my ears, and I noticed the last word, I raised my head instantly and looked towards the source of the sound .

It's a... tall, tall, dark-skinned person... looks like a Russian... although I've never heard of Russian sushi...

"Huh?" The other party noticed me and smiled at me, "Miss, do you want to try it? It's delicious!"

"Yeah!" I smiled at him, walked into the shop and shouted at the sushi maker, "Please give me the cheapest sushi!" When I didn't make enough money, I still tried to save as much as possible. money...

Inside the sushi restaurant ———————————————————

"My name is Wu Ming, Chinese." Swallowing a piece of sushi, I just felt so sore, with a bitter face, I asked Simon who was serving me tea, "Well, Simon, what do Ikebukuro pay attention to? matter?"

"Huh? Ikebukuro? Ikebukuro is a beautiful place." Simon still smiled, "This street is very charming, you will be satisfied."

"I'm asking about precautions..." I drooped my head, a little frustrated, why are chickens talking to ducks?Obviously he is Russian and I am Chinese, both belong to the proletariat, there should be more common language...

"Huh? Wu Ming, don't worry." Simon patted my head with a smile, "Did you just come here? You'll get used to it soon. If you have any troubles, you can come to me."

"Ah, um... thank you, Simon." I gave him a big smile, and walked home with the big and small bags of shopping.

The sky gradually darkened, and the prosperity of Ikebukuro began to be revealed.There are neon lights flashing everywhere, and the standard big city scene, but I don't have a sense of loneliness, but I am full of longing for my future life.

Teacher... Although I have never seen Zhu Fei or eaten pork, after such a long period of compulsory education, I have been familiar with it, and I also have experience as a tutor.

I was jogging happily, and on the way I saw a vending machine flying in the sky. I stood on the road for a while, and automatically classified this matter as a hallucination.

I also saw a black locomotive speeding past, and I heard the exclamation of the people around me and shook my head.This group of people is really rare and strange, isn't it just speeding?Although speeding is indeed dangerous in violation of traffic rules, is it necessary to watch like that?

When I got home, I suddenly received a text message.

[Would you like to add dollars? ] I looked at this text message and didn't react for a while.

Dollars... what are they?Dollar Foundation?

Three religions and nine streams

With a hint of curiosity, I opened the website displayed on the text message.Anyway, it's in an Internet cafe, so I don't need to worry about being poisoned...

[DOLLARS is an organization without any purpose, colorless and odorless, transparent but hazy.

We exist without any purpose.

It's not for ghost goals such as conquering the world or anti-ZF; it's not for becoming a rich man and becoming a plutocrat, we just exist like this.

In DOLLARS, there are no rules.

Everything comes from your heart.

In DOLLARS, there is no affiliation.

Everyone is a representative of DOLLARS.

In DOLLARS, all are equal.

Whether you are deeply disappointed in the real world, whether you feel lonely and uneasy about being alone, whether you are resentful about the things around you, whether you feel that you have nowhere to say what you want in your heart, whether you have never been abroad, It's still floating in the sea for many years, whether you are a blue-collar worker on a construction site or a white-collar worker in a company, whether you have not graduated from elementary school or have a PH. D degree Whether you are an otaku who dies after seeing the light or a traveler who is restless in the room, you can join in without any restrictions.

Because from the moment you join, you are a member of DOLLARS.

This is your utopia, a paradise for idealists.

We are scattered and separated from each other, yet we are everywhere.

Maybe just by your side, a friend you have never paid attention to, is a member of DOLLARS.

This is what we do:

No purpose, no rules, no conditions.

Colorless, odorless, transparent.

Welcome to DOLLARS. ] I am very interested in this explanation, it is like the quack sect in martial arts, except that it is completely invisible.Unrestrained as long as the name?It looks like a lot of fun.

Log in to that website, fill in the invitation code according to the text message, I successfully logged in, and then realized after browsing the webpage that I seem to have joined a strange gang.

After searching on the Internet, I found that this dollar seems to be very famous, and the team is very large.It seems that there is a share of dollars in robbery and the like... But this kind of estimation is just for fun, there are too many untrustworthy things on the Internet.Because of this, I also learned about the concept of the Monochrome Gang, such as the Blue Square, the Yellow Turban Thieves, and the like, which seem to be quite famous in Ikebukuro.

An hour was up soon, I turned off the computer and walked out of the Internet cafe, not paying much attention to this matter.

In my opinion, the solo gang is too childish. The representative solo gang I have seen so far is the red shirt army in Thailand... and you must know that when I was in elementary school, I joined them The largest single-color gang in China - the Chinese Young Pioneers... The iconic red scarf is still deeply reflected in my mind.

And the red scarf is not only hung around the neck, but can also be worn as a mask to rob... Some people played like this when they were young, and then they were caught by a higher-level party—□K.At that time our class teacher was here.

Back then, I was still a senior member of that gang... I looked at the dark night sky and lamented that everything was different.

But the founder of the Yellow Turban Thieves should like the history of the Three Kingdoms in China very much.If you have a chance, you really want to see who it is.

I yawned, stretched my waist and headed home.

On the street, the big screen across the street was promoting a recent movie premiere, "The Silent Deacon" starring an artist named Yuhei Hashima.

It is now 10:[-] in the middle of the night, and I should have arrived home logically, but unfortunately, I encountered a little trouble on the way, which prevented me from rewatching "Pulp Fiction" in bed after taking a shower...

"So... is there something wrong?" I looked at the gangster in front of me, feeling a little helpless.I've never really been interested in this kind of thing... Recently, I don't have any pressure to vent through fighting.

"Miss, you bumped into me and wanted to leave?" One of the people wearing a yellow turban looked at me with his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at me.

I looked at him for a while, and felt that it was a bit bad to do it here. In case someone took pictures or videos that would affect my career as a teacher in the future, I decided to apologize: "Sorry. Can I go then? "

"What's your attitude?!" The other party seemed a little annoyed, and I was also annoyed: "What exactly do you want?"

"Well... It seems that you don't look rich, so just take tens of thousands of yuan as compensation." The other party sized me up