me, the protagonist

Accelerator looked at the emotional girl, and for a moment couldn't tell whether she was telling the truth or joking.

"If it's true, should I fight her first...?"

Sakura Yamabuki held the phone, and her initial impression of Gojo Satoru's recovery quickly faded.

Anything can be allowed, only this is not enough.

The phone turned on the loudspeaker, Sakura Yamabuki and Accelerator listened carefully to the next answer in the microphone with their own thoughts.

But the vocals are gone.With a burst of piercing electromagnetic sound, the sound of the music gradually became clear:

"...ただ前だけ见るって初めたよ (I will never stop for this reason)"

"Who is the enemy (Who is the enemy?)"

"Enemy は 强い自分の恐怖さ (The enemy is the strong fear in my heart)..."

Just a few seconds after the tune played, Yamabuki Sakura realized which song it was.

Gojo Satoru happened to be swiping tickets for her with the webpage open, and deliberately turned his voice to the maximum to amuse her.

The sources of Sakura Yamabuki's tickets are very mixed. In addition to the employees of the port mafia, some of the tickets are drawn out day and night by the direct descendants of the Gojo family.

This song is very popular in Yokohama, and people have already watched it after just a few sounds.Yamabuki Sakura, who is also "fully armed", has also gained a lot of attention.

Looking at her attire, someone has already pointed and started to become suspicious.

Sakura Yamabuki quickly turned off the hands-free, lowered her voice and said to the phone:

"Understood, thank you for voting for me, anyway, close it now!!"

Gojo Satoru turned down the volume in satisfaction, and rolled twice on the ground to the table: "Anyway, that person will come whenever he wants, Sakura, give him the phone."

Sakura Yamabuki didn't want to listen to him very much, but she was afraid that he would release her LIVE publicly again, so she had to reluctantly hand over her mobile phone to Accelerator.

I don't know what Gojo Satoru said on the other end of the phone, and the two ended the conversation without exchanging a few words.

"Give."

Sakura Yamabuki took the phone from Accelerator, and found that the call was over, and asked curiously, "What did he say? Are you going to compete today?"

Accelerator glanced at her, but couldn't tell what expression he had on his face. He said "it has nothing to do with you", turned around and walked towards the bus that had already started carrying passengers.

Sakura Yamabuki didn't care about his indifference at all, and still cared: "Do you have a mobile phone and money with you? Do you want me to—"

Someone behind her lightly pressed her shoulder.

"He should have his own plan," Fyodor smiled, and his tone was gentle and pleasant: "Isn't he going to visit Yokohama, let's go?"

Although he is a foreigner, Fyodor is a rare Ikemen that fits the Japanese aesthetics, with three-dimensional facial features, long and narrow eyes, and dark purple eyes like a deep starry sky.

At first glance, he looks very gentle and handsome, but after being stared at by him for a long time, he feels inexplicably shuddering.

Yamabuki Sakura was flickered by the invisible momentum, and was stunned for two seconds.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something flickering in the grass in the corner, and she came back to her senses, looked around strangely, but found nothing.

The bus that passed by one party has already left, and now there is a bus that has just unloaded passengers, and they can choose their own seats when they get on.

Yamabuki Sakura subconsciously rubbed her arms through the coat, Nuan Baobao stuck to her body, making her feel more comfortable, so she nodded with a smile and said, "That's the same as the original plan, can we go to Chinatown first?"

The slender young man followed behind her, nodding his head without hesitation.

He was supposed to be a perfect and handsome young man, but he sneezed hard when he got on the bus with the warm wind on.

Sakura Yamabuki handed out a handkerchief and asked him worriedly, "Are you all right, Mr. Feo?"

Fyodor shook his head: "It's retribution."

Yamabuki Sakura: "Huh?"

They didn't eat anything in the two mornings, so they went to Chinatown and chose an open Chinese restaurant to order.

Fyodor showed no particular preference, so the ordering was left to Yamabuki Sakura.

The Yamabuki Sakura order is as follows:

General Tso's chicken, fortune cookies and fried wontons.

Perfectly avoiding the real Chinese food, it is all authentic American Chinese food.

The so-called "American-style Chinese food" refers to special dishes that have gradually mutated in foreign countries, and some of them are even made out of nothing in Chinatown, and do not exist in China at all.

In order to cater to the tastes of foreigners, a large amount of monosodium glutamate and soy sauce are added for seasoning.

Obviously most of the dishes on the menu are normal, I don't know how Yamabuki Sakura chose these few dishes.

But Fyodor did not object.

He thought to himself that he had eaten it anyway, at worst he would eat less when he came up.

But the food was not only surprisingly delicious, Yamabuki Sakura also got a heart-shaped note in the "fortune cookie".

"Fortune cookies" are uniformly produced by food factories, and there are only a few kinds of written notes inside.

The heart-shaped note represents the special prize, which can be exchanged for a generous bonus.

Yamabuki Sakura finally gave the note to the boss, and the meal fee was waived.

Sakura Yamabuki, who considers herself a half-local, is very enthusiastic and does her best to entertain this international friend.

After eating, he took him to visit places such as red brick warehouses, video game halls and aquariums.

The Red Brick Warehouse team had nothing to say, except that they happened to be the [-]th visitor of the year, again receiving a special award.

At this point Fyodor began to feel that something was wrong.

He watched Sakura Yamabuki skillfully expressed the joy of winning the lottery and the decline of the gift. He always felt that something was wrong, but his head was dizzy and he couldn't remember it.

Afterwards, they went to the video game hall, and Sakura Yamabuki killed everyone, slapping the claw machine and saying:

"Which one does Mr. Feo want? I can get it out in one go!"

Fyodor looked at a bunch of fluffy sea creature dolls in the claw machine: "..."

He doesn't want any of them, thank you.

Yamabuki Sakura finally came out with two dolls: a green sea cucumber doll and a pink dolphin.

She insisted on giving the pink dolphin to Fyodor.

As for the green sea cucumber, Fyodor saw it as a strangely colored caterpillar.

But Sakura Yamabuki liked it very much.Not only was he hugged in his arms, but he also buried his head and took several mouthfuls, and finally named it "Xiaoka No. [-]".

They played outside all day, Fyodor had seen mostly ugly things before, and it was the first time he felt that kindness without distance could be so terrifying.

Sakura Yamabuki also stubbornly invited him a strawberry cream crepe. When Fyodor swallowed the first bite, he felt that he was "sublimated".

It was a kind of ease without burden.

Seriously like it, definitely hate it.The world is black and white, and it seems that there is no dark side, as if being chased by a sun and shining all day long.

As the sun sets, the clouds on the horizon gradually turn a rich orange.They took a ride on the Ferris wheel, and the time would soon jump to six o'clock, when Yamabuki Sakura said goodbye to him before the showdown:

"Actually, I'm not very familiar with this place either. I've been looking up travel guides along the way."

"It's a pity that I can't celebrate the New Year in my hometown, but is Mr. Feio happy today?"

Fyodor held the dorsal fin of the pink dolphin with one hand, as if he was about to throw the fish on the cutting board in the next second.

On this day, the only person he came into contact with seemed to be Sakura Yamabuki, there was no smart mafia, and no annoying ability users.

"It seems that it is...open..."

The young man nodded.

"That's good!" Yamabuki Sakura smiled, and said embarrassedly: "Actually, I still have a math exercise book to write when I go back tonight, so I can only stop here today. Thank you, Mr. Feio, for coming to see me."

The exchanging of greetings should be over here, and Fyodor nodded blankly before he woke up from the sun-dizzy state.

The two should have parted ways.

But after Sakura Yamabuki walked a few steps, she suddenly heard the sound of a horn coming from behind her.

"Do you think "luck" is a kind of super power? "

This voice is a bit familiar.

Sakura Yamabuki turned her head and saw the cold and melancholy foreign male fan she thought was standing at the gate of the amusement park with a loudspeaker and shouting at her.

Yamabuki Sakura:? ? ?

It has to be said that this behavior is quite eye-catching, and the people coming and going at the entrance of the amusement park on the first day of the new year drew a lot of attention.

Sakura Yamabuki has lived boldly and freely for 17 years. For the first time, she experienced "shame" in the surprised eyes of passers-by.

"Mr. Fio, don't—"

Yamabuki Sakura tried to get closer to stop this shameful behavior, but Fyodor immediately stopped her firmly and quickly because of the brain he had just retrieved:

"do not come."

Passers-by looked at Sakura Yamabuki, who was wrapped tightly like a suspicious person, and his eyes immediately went wrong.

Yamabuki Sakura: "...What's the matter with this kind of speech that seems like I want to harass you!"

boom -

As soon as her words fell, thunder suddenly came from the clear sky just now, and it became cloudy in an instant.

For some reason, the thunder seemed to be much louder than normal, as if it had exploded directly above his head.

The brain of the person who exploded was buzzing, and what happened a few seconds ago was blurred, like a hallucination.

Many passers-by were worried about the weather, and soon no one paid attention to the corner of Yamabuki Sakura.

"Thank you father."

Yamabuki Sakura was liberated from social death, and almost cried with joy.

Fyodor glanced at the sky, pursed his lips into a straight line.When he looked at Yamabuki Sakura again, his eyes were dim, and he couldn't see any emotion:

"Do you think "luck" is an ability? "

He repeated the question persistently.

Yamabuki Sakura found that if he didn't answer, he would keep asking, so she thought about it, and said unsurely, "I don't think...is it counted?"

Fyodor showed a warm smile: "Then do you think that you are favored by God?"

This time Sakura Yamabuki thought for a long time before hesitatingly replied: "In the past, I used to visit often, but now the distance may be far away, and it is not convenient to visit..."

Fyodor: ? ? ?

What is this talking about?

Can you say something normal people can understand?

Fyodor subconsciously took another two steps back.

He suspects that the distance between himself and Sakura Yamabuki has unknowingly become smaller than a "certain value", which is why this happened.

Sakura Yamabuki politely waited for him to finish moving before saying, "I'm sorry Mr. Feo, I really have to go."

If I don't go away, I can't finish writing the exercise book at night.

She didn't know what happened to Fyodor who was left behind, but the evening newscaster said:

"Yokohama had a spectacle of partial rainfall today, and it was only concentrated in the amusement park area. It was a wonderful weather that has never been seen in a century. Many citizens did not bring umbrellas, and their play plans were affected accordingly."

Yamabuki Sakura silently turned off the TV, not daring to fish anymore.

Otherwise, she would be too sorry for those Yokohama citizens who couldn't play because of the rain.

Mori Brokerage, as a subsidiary of Port Mafia, has inherited the fine tradition of the Yokohama Mafia 996, and officially opened its doors on the second day of the new year.

Yamabuki Sakura went to hand in the signed contract and officially became one of the only two artists under Mori's club.

The reports on this news on the Internet are good, nothing more than "Idol Sakura's office has been settled", and the only digging point is: Mori's agency is a new company.

However, Ruoshan, who signed a contract with Morisha and made his debut, has developed well. As a new company, Morisha's operation is not far behind those old-fashioned clubs, and there is nothing exciting for the public.

Except that Morisha's official Twitter account has gained a lot of followers, nothing major has happened.

But for Yokohama, the impact of this incident is much more.

After all, the locals know more or less that Morisha is backed by the port Mafia.

Yamabuki Sakura's signing led to the two images of "Idol Sakura" and "Mafia" starting to wrestle with each other.

In the end, "Idol Sakura" won.

Port Mafia found that some shops began to contact them actively, hoping to be included in Port Mafia's sphere of influence.

Boss A: "That is to say, if we pay the fee every month, will we distribute the idol Sakura's endorsement poster?"

This feeling is like a pink bow on the head of the vermin, which has a subtle cuteness.

Yamabuki Sakura didn't pay much attention to public opinion, after all, for her, her career has just started on the right track.

Morisha is very generous to its artists.

After checking that there was no problem with Sakura Yamabuki's contract, the woman named Ichiyo Higuchi immediately handed over a document:

"Here is an announcement, a radio talk show. It is the ace of music programs in Mihua Town. If you have time, you can go there with Ruoshan."

Higuchi Ichiyo was wearing a black professional suit, and the lower body was paired with suit pants, which are rare for women.The beautiful blond hair was also tied up high, looking extremely capable.

It's not the sophistication of a professional woman, but the kind of sophistication that is about to pull out a gun from her arms in the next second and blast the enemy's head.

Just like now, although she said words such as "announcement" and "ratings trump card", she didn't seem to understand how precious this announcement is to an artist.

Because of the impressive ratings of this show, basically the artists who have promoted songs on it, the sales of their songs will not be bad, and they even have a chance to win the best newcomer of the year.

As a debut job, it couldn't be better.

Yamabuki Sakura hugged the notice in her arms: "I'll go! Go even if I don't have time! Please let me go!"

"……puff."

Finally, Higuchi couldn't help laughing, and took out his mobile phone face to face in an unreasonable manner: "Okay, I will notify the program party now."

Cornflower Town.

In front of the majestic TV station building, many men and women with decent makeup and exquisite clothes hurried back and forth.

Occasionally, an artist's car stopped not far away, and fans holding up signboards and banners quickly surrounded them, and the shooting flashes were constantly on.

There were two female high school students standing in front of the building. The girl with long black hair looked at the artists who were surrounded by them not far away, and said uneasily:

"Yuanzi, is it really okay to invite so many of us?"

"Don't worry Xiaolan, we're only here for so many episodes, it's okay."

The short-haired girl named Sonoko comforted her, then shook her hair confidently: "Besides, the Suzuki Foundation also sponsors this show, so I don't mind inviting as many people as I want!"

"And," Suzuki Sonoko embraced her best friend, lowered her voice and said, "This time it's that popular girl idol Sakura! I heard that this is her debut show, and I immediately asked to come after I heard about it." .”

"Idol Sakura seldom does activities outside of Yokohama, and I even asked someone to line up for shopping in Yokohama. How about it?"

Sonoko shook the charm on the zipper of the bag.

It was a metal pink cherry blossom with "Sakura" written on the stamen, small and delicate.

Mao Lilan said sincerely: "It's so cute!"

Yuanzi laughed, and took out another identical one from the bag: "I bought one for you too, hang it up quickly."

Xiao Lan declined, "No need, you can keep the garden to yourself if you like it."

Although she has seen the performance video of Idol Sakura, she thinks Idol Sakura is really cute, but she doesn't follow stars very much, so she doesn't understand Sonoko's frenzy of finding someone to buy for her.

But Sonoko couldn't help but hang up Sakura on her bag: "Let me tell you, Xiaolan, idol Sakura's things are not only good-looking, but also enhance luck!"

Xiaolan forced a smile, obviously not convinced: "Really?"

"Of course it's true! And I heard," Yuanzi looked around for a while before saying mysteriously:

"As long as things are blessed by her, they will definitely happen! Some fans' family members got sick and miraculously recovered because of idol Sakura's blessing. This kind of thing happened several times!"

Sonoko continued to whisper: "So, if she blesses you and someone to marry smoothly, or go out on a date together, it must be fine!"

The face of a certain childhood sweetheart appeared in Xiaolan's mind, and she said a little moved: "Yes, is it true?"

"Of course!" Sonoko clasped her hands in front of her chest and began to imagine: "And I heard that the idol Sakura herself is super beautiful, even more beautiful than on the promotional posters, so that people dare not look directly at her!"

"But her promotional posters are already very good-looking," Xiaolan recalled. "As soon as they were posted, they were immediately torn up and taken home. It seemed that someone was selling these posters."

The photos of Idol Sakura are so beautiful that people will never forget them once they see them.

Xiaolan is very skeptical, how can a real person be more beautiful than a photo?

"I haven't seen her before, so I don't know much..." Yuanzi lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "But we will see the real person soon, I'm a little excited to think about it."

"Actually, I am also a little bit nervous." Mao Lilan smiled, looked down at the time, and couldn't help but wonder:

"Didn't Dr. Ali say to bring the children here at ten o'clock? It's been twenty or ten minutes now, why are you still..."

Yuanzi shook his head: "I don't know, is there a traffic jam on the road?"

Sakura Yamabuki was sitting in the special car assigned by Morisha.

The black high-end business car not only has a brand name, but also has excellent quality.

Even the driver was dispatched from the port mafia and has experienced many battles.Whether it's crossing a broken road or driving with one hand and shooting a gun with the other, it's no problem.

Therefore, when many vehicles encountered various problems such as rear-end collisions and collisions in order to avoid the little boy on the skateboard on the road, this black high-end commercial vehicle was still running smoothly.

Yamabuki Sakura leaned over the window and watched, unable to understand no matter how much she thought about it:

"Why is his skateboard faster than a car?"