Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

The girl's slender wrist was wrapped in a bandage.

There were some bloodstains on it.

In his hand he held a pink demon claw.

"who are you?"

"Miura Gensuke." Miura Gensuke blinked.

"..."

After a moment of silence, the girl suddenly took out a screwdriver from behind her back.

"Eh?"

Frightened, Miura Gensuke punched her in the stomach.

Did you faint?

The defense is too low.

Miura Gensuke walked into the apartment and closed the door.

Chapter 112 Do you want some luck?

After entering the mine girl's apartment.

Miura Gensuke's eyes were immediately drawn.

The living room was filled with express boxes of all sizes, and various medicine bottles were scattered on the floor.

Crowded and messy.

Fortunately, it was really just a courier box and there was no strange garbage.

He kicked the medicine bottles away with his feet to clear a path, and continued to go deeper while holding Shiraishi Rina.

"sofa……"

As if finding an oasis in the desert, Miura Gensuke breathed a sigh of relief and threw the landmine girl in his arms onto the sofa.

This throw made the unconscious Shiraishi Rina open her eyes again.

She didn't show any fear, but just stared at Miura Gensuke with unusual calmness.

This behavior is really abnormal.

Miura Gensuke thought she would call for help or something.

"Shiraishi-san."

At this point, Miura Gensuke sat on the cardboard box and explained to her: "I have no ill intentions, I just want to understand how you are selling luck."

"If you can, it's best not to do this."

"Otherwise, it would be bad if we were targeted by people with ulterior motives."

After hearing his words, Shiraishi Rina blushed a little: "Miura-san, so you are concerned about me?"

"That's right..."

"Hehehe..." Shiraishi Rina suddenly laughed.

Some are crazy.

Miura Gensuke swallowed.

What's wrong with this girl?

It was even stranger than he had imagined.

"Anyway, Shiraishi-san, can you tell me how you sell luck?"

He was very curious about this.

Is it her own ability, or the ability of an object?

Shiraishi Rina reached into her bag and pulled out a paper cutter.

"It's like this..."

She brought the blade to her scarred wrist.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Miura Gensuke rushed over and snatched the paper cutter away.

A few drops of blood still gushed out.

However, it was Miura Gensuke's finger that was cut.

There was a burning pain.

"Don't cut your wrists all the time."

Miura Gensuke reluctantly put away the paper cutter. "Even if you're lucky, you'll eventually run out of it. It's too dangerous."

"Miura-san..." Shiraishi Rina's face turned even redder, and she looked very cute: "So gentle..."

As she spoke, she gently held Miura Gensuke's hand: "Hey, let me bandage you."

"Hmm...Hmm."

The girl gently held his bleeding finger in her mouth, and her big eyes with cute heavy makeup stared into Miura Gensuke's eyes.

Miura Gensuke was a little confused: "As long as you bleed, can you bring good luck to others?"

Shiraishi Rina blinked, indicating her agreement.

"Even so, please don't sell luck online anymore."

Miura Gensuke gave a formal advice: "Just take care of your own life."

“Hey… hey…”

"Miura-san's hands are so warm..."

Shiraishi Rina laughed again.

Miura Gensuke silently withdrew his hand: "Don't cut your wrists again."

"May I?"

Shiraishi Rina nodded slowly.

Miura Gensuke didn't believe her promise at all.

And there are so many things that Shiraishi Rina needs to change.

The paper cutter is only one aspect.

But he was just a passerby, and no matter how much he pointed fingers at the other party, he wouldn't listen.

Shiraishi Rina was very lucky, which ensured that she successfully survived to adulthood, and that was enough.

After all, when a landmine girl reaches a certain age, she will gradually become out of the role.

There's no such thing as a silver-haired old lady in her seventies who plays the wrist-cutting game every day...

So, don’t worry too much.

Just like a cameraman lets wild animals fend for themselves, Miura Gensuke also chooses not to interfere with nature.

There may be thousands of troubled girls in Tokyo, and there are countless troubled teenagers in the world.

But these were not his problems.

It's great to be able to take good care of the people around you.

Thinking too much is really tiring.

"Then I'll be leaving."

"Ah."

Shiraishi Rina stood up and followed him reluctantly.

"Is there anything else?"

"Miura-san... do you think I'm pretty?"

It seems like no matter how I answer, I'll get into trouble...

Miura Gensuke smiled and nodded: "Very beautiful."

"Hey hey hey..."

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After returning to the cafe downstairs.

"Hoshizaki Saya" quickly put down the egg tart in her hand.

"Did you eat too much dessert today?"

Miura Gensuke knocked Asano Mio on the head and said, "Are you trying to make Sayo fat?"

"I don't think so..." Asano Mio blushed and fed him the egg tart with a bite taken.

After sitting by the window and drinking a sip of coffee, Gensuke Miura sighed softly.

There are so many people at Shibuya Crossing.

There are too many people in this world to count.

But lonely people will only feel more lonely even if there are many people like them around them, right?

"What's wrong, Gensuke?"

"nothing."

They say that wild animals should be left to fend for themselves, but seeing cute seals being eaten is bound to make people feel a little upset.

"Gensuke, what should we do now?"