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Xing Yuanhui, who didn't understand the system's heart, couldn't synchronize the system's pain. Didn't he go to Tokyo to sign a company contract before? Although he returned to the big room after signing.

"You dare to mention that trip to Tokyo!" The system's tone was trembling. "Everything was clearly prepared, with a reliable guide, a grand ceremony, and a full house. It was a treasure trove of opportunities! Even the troubled heroine showed up, and you just gave her some messy noise and ran away!? What about the follow-up? What about the pretense? What about my perfect Dragon King's crooked-mouthed dragon?"

"What do you mean by noise?" Xing Yuanhui was very unhappy. "These are natural sounds recorded on the road, and some are just my own trial recordings. I have to find someone to sing and record again later. I'm losing a lot, okay?

"Although this is nothing compared to the music library in my head, it is my first step towards creating something original. And it's gone just like that... By the way, when did you read the novel? I clearly haven't read those novels. Can you even access the internet by yourself?!"

"Those kids in the orphanage and the director were watching. I was just a bystander." The system stated the shocking fact in a casual manner.

It knew that Xing Yuanhui had always thought that it was a first-person perspective on his body, and was a stand-in with a range of C.

"Is it important? It's not important."

The system tried to enhance the appeal of its words by adding emotion: "You've been watching the same TV channel for nine years. You'd be anxious too. You don't socialize, you don't go out, and you just play your crappy music every day. If I could beat you up, I would definitely let you experience the power of [Harmony between Man and Nature]!"

The system was very angry. Not only did it verbally criticize its master, it also wanted to teach its master a lesson physically.

"Sorry, sorry, let's put it this way. You hold it in for another three years. When I graduate from high school, I will personally show you a live-action version of Man vs. Wild so you can see all the romances in the world."

Although he still didn't understand what was going on, considering all the favors the system had shown him, he chose to write another bad check.

"Three years later, another three years. Three years later, it's still three years. It's been nine years, boss!" The system, which is well aware of its host, saw through this blank check.

"You can't think like that. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for filling in my reincarnation age so young. If I want to go to the next city, I need a guardian. I'm also desperate."

Xing Yuanhui continued to argue with the system with a smile, and turned a corner on the road. The man and the system continued to move forward towards the mountain road.

Nishifukitsukose Observatory, where you can see Hakodate on the Hokkaido side, the Tsugaru Strait, and the Tsugaru Peninsula on the Aomori Prefecture side. The urban buildings on the two islands, the endless waves on the sea, the city and nature, everything becomes special under the embellishment of the cold and crispness, and with the white dawn, it is colorful and romantic. The whole scenery brings an indescribable feeling to people, the snow embraces everything, and behind the tranquility, it exudes a unique charm of this place.

In fact, the observation deck was not open yet at this point, and the road up the mountain should have been locked.

However, locals always have some unknown paths to walk on. Although Xing Yuanhui had never been here, he naturally opened up a new path with his identity as a local.

Regarding the scenery from the observatory, although it is a bit unfair, the night view of Hakodate seen from this place is a bit too "one-sided". If some tourists come here to avoid the crowded Hakodate Mountain, they will definitely be disappointed.

After all, there is a strait between us, and the originally brilliant and picturesque picture is just a thick line with multiple pigments mixed together here.

But if you are interested in more than just one of the three night views, at the observation deck, you can see the inconspicuous seaside town, the Omazaki Lighthouse 600 cm away from it, the magnificent Tsugaru Strait and the lights representing ships on the sea, as well as Hakodate in the distance that is condensed into a thick line, and the snow-capped mountains.

Climb to a high place and look far into the distance. Even the most ordinary scenery will become extraordinary with the blessing of height.

Of course, the wind was also unusually strong.

Xing Yuanhui squinted his eyes and leaned the bike against the wall. He also took off his backpack and put it away. He took out the water bottle from the side pocket and walked up to the observation deck.

The Nishibukifusan Observatory is not a well-known place, so it is not very large, and its building is only composed of a layer of stairs, guardrails and a small pavilion. It is a bit exaggerated to call it an observation deck, as the observation deck here is only three or four meters high, and with the pavilion for people to rest, it is only seven or eight meters high.

Even if you don't stand on the observation deck, the advantage of being at the top of Nishifuki-tsuke Mountain is enough to see the scenery clearly.

But how should I put it? This sense of ritual of walking up the stairs, this sense of pleasure similar to that of hard work paying off, can make people feel that this is their destination.

Next to Omazaki is Hakodate, which sits under the snow-capped mountains. The vast sea has a few fishing boats that go out to sea early or return home. Maybe there are still some fishermen who go out to fish early?

Thanks to the physical enhancement provided by the system, Xing Yuanhui could even see the traffic lights on the coast not far away, which looked faint as the sun dyed the sky orange and red.

"Huh~, I told you this place is great, but you just wouldn't come."

The system complained while breathing heavily, pretending that it had its own independent respiratory organs. It was really suffocating.

"How many locals are willing to leave their warm beds and run to the mountains to watch the sunrise? Only the locals have no interest in it, and it's so cold."

He leaned on the railing, the water bottle in his hand seemed like a goblet, the water turned into red wine, he shook it gently in his hand and sipped it slowly.

"Why are you pretending? Others have at least been here before, but this is your first time here. You, who lies at home all day... uh, a otaku." The system couldn't think of a more offensive word than otaku.

Xing Yuanhui couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "You're not right, tsundere is out of fashion, this kind of plot where you want to scold someone but can't is no longer in line with the version."

With this anger that came out of nowhere, the system seemed to have regained the enthusiasm it had when it brought its poor host to this world nine years ago, and began to nag and complain frantically in Xing Yuanhui's mind.

"You￥%..."

It’s a pity that since the system was unable to prevent Xing Yuanhui from staying at home before, it shows that he has mastered a good way to block the system.

After all, one trick cannot cover everything. A system that can only talk but not issue tasks is still too weak.

Ignoring the system, Xing Yuanhui took a long breath, sniffing the fresh smell on the top of the mountain, enjoying the satisfaction from his body, and couldn't help but sigh: "The first time is the best, just like the most precious props in the game can only be used on the final boss. You don't understand the system because you are not made of flesh. This time it's worth the money before we even go to Tokyo."

But I do feel a little ashamed. It is one of the few special attractions in Omazaki, but I have only seen this scene now. There is a beauty in this place that even the locals themselves don’t know about.

In the sky, the sun is giving out its gifts. The light and warmth, together with the sea surface, paint the whole world orange. The clouds, some graceful like tassels, some complex like brocade, complement the rippling sea water, outlining a peaceful, mysterious and hopeful realm.

Compared with the cultural buildings on the other side, the pure natural scenery is better.

"What a beautiful landscape." He felt that the system was right. He really needed to experience this extra life with a more positive attitude. He wondered what changes this trip to Tokyo would bring to his originally peaceful life.

Chapter 2 Pink Triple Stars

After hanging up the phone call with the dean, Xing Yuanhui received the exact news that the Oma tour group will take the Shinkansen tomorrow to Tokyo at lightning speed.

They would meet him in the house they found directly in Quanjing, which was what the boy had agreed with the dean before he set out.

From the snowy north to the warm central Japan, he gradually took off a lot of equipment for keeping warm, including his helmet, which changed from a full-face helmet similar to Kamen Rider to an ordinary helmet fixed with ropes, and his clothes degenerated into simple long sleeves.

The equipment was too heavy, and because of his mysterious passion for collecting and commemorating things, he wanted to buy too many things, so for every three cities he passed through, a package would be sent from the local city to Tokyo, contributing to the local economic development.

But there are advantages to taking off the armor, because that one-piece headgear makes you look too much like a gangster.

There were even many kids who asked him if the budget for Kamen Rider had been drastically cut and why it wasn't a motorcycle.

Until a child with amazing wisdom said something that made him laugh and cry.

"This brother is just an ordinary supporting role for Kamen Rider. Although he can transform, he has been unable to own a chariot of his own due to financial constraints..."

The child said a lot, but Xing Yuanhui had already forgotten it. He really didn't want to recall that period of less than half a day. It was too heartbreaking.

Could it be that I can’t even get the treatment of a protagonist who started from the bottom and made a comeback? No, absolutely not!

It was then that Xing Yuanhui vowed to get a handsome chariot to wash away his shame.

However, it was not entirely a vow caused by underage provocation. He had also seen some motorcyclists on the road. Although the local weather was cold, they still had countless desires to travel in their hearts.

Yes, the motorcycle's smooth and straightforward fashion style is not comparable to his human-powered car. In their eyes, even if they hear the children's carnival of them turning the corner, they are not ashamed of the car under them and the oil in their hands.

He also wanted to show off in front of the children and people by turning the accelerator like a master!

The more the boy recalled, the more excited he became. While waiting at a red light, he raised his hands to relax his body and said to the system:

"Saitama, this is the last stop before Tokyo." It was a bright and energetic voice.

"Yes, as you can imagine, my prison term is about to begin again." It was a bleak and extremely pessimistic voice.

The system started to get depressed again, and Xing Yuanhui tried to comfort it, saying, "You can think of it this way. After you graduate from high school, just like a game update, a lot of new content is suddenly available. Isn't that enough to make you happy?"

"You're not going to college?"

The system was stunned. It looked unbelievable, as if a poor guy growing potatoes in Siberia suddenly found out that he could return to Moscow, lie down in a house with plenty of fuel, and sleep on the sofa.

"I didn't say I wouldn't go to college. I just reminded you that there are so many things to do in college. Don't you have confidence in the entertainment of this world?"

"So? You spent your three years in high school shuttling back and forth between Omazaki and Tokyo, right? That sounds even more unsettling." The system made the pessimistic prediction in a very calm tone.

"You can think positively. I still have a small goal of recording natural sounds to use in writing my own songs. During my three years of high school, I will go around Tokyo and see if there are any good sounds worth recording. You must have seen them in Omazaki."

Xing Yuanhui glanced at the microphone fixed on the car, and confirmed again that this treasure was not destroyed on the long journey. Although the sounds here were not particularly precious, and no special attention was paid to the sound recording, the effect of the recording was unknown, but the boy was like an animal about to winter, stuffing all kinds of complicated sounds into the memory chip.

What if it works? The boy got his first treasure outside of Omazaki with this purpose. As we all know, the fate of a treasure may be to save the day in a critical moment, but more often it will just sit there and collect dust, playing mahjong with other treasures.

"Forgive me for not having any musical experience in my system, so I can't enjoy it, but it's good news that it can encourage you to walk more."

The system finally ate the new pie, and thinking back to the last time it came to Tokyo, it asked, "Speaking of which, this is almost the same as the last time you came to Tokyo. I thought your microphone had already been delivered to your agent by express delivery."

"Is it my illusion? Why do I feel like you're cursing me for not being able to get the recording this time? Is this still the dedicated system that treats the host as its own child?"

Thanks to the chat in his mind, Xing Yuanhui can now dance in his mind with passion and emotion just like the mental patient in the book, with a lot of inner drama.

"It is because I treat you as my own child that I lost my composure in Omazaki! As my first host, why don't you consider my feelings? I don't even ask you to have three wives and four concubines to show your strength to other time travelers. Can you go out and see the first light at six in the morning? You should know that the potential of [Physical Enhancement] is far from being developed. You should..."

Xing Yuanhui stared at the red and green lights at the intersection, and consciously activated the shielding technique he had practiced for a long time.

Is this the burden of life? Alas, a good system, how come it has become like this? It is more annoying than a guardian in the real sense. If you don't know me, you would think I am almost 40 years old.

Each person and each system was chatting with each other. It was now dusk and they had to find a hotel to rest.

"I have a question. Are the hair colors in this world more diverse the closer they are to those in Tokyo?" Xing Yuanhui's eyes flashed before a group of four people with red, yellow, pink and blue hair colors. Looking at the bags behind them that were obviously carrying musical instruments, it was clear that they were musicians.

"Omazaki has black and brown hair, and Oma's master Yamashita has boasted about his hair dyeing skills, but people still stay away from him. Why is it that the closer you get to Tokyo, the more colorful your hair becomes?"

Thinking back to the Huangmao who was always caught by the police on the way south, Xing Yuanhui added: "Ah, but Huangmao is really the real Huangmao."

"Maybe this is some unique way of distinguishing people. The more stories a person has, the more special their hair is! Host, do you want to dye your hair and change your hairstyle? From what I've observed, people with black hair occupy half of this street, which means they are all passers-by, NPCs."

The system counted all the hair on this street through a method unknown to Xing Yuanhui, and then made a bombshell statement in a very discriminatory tone.

"But I also have black hair." Xing Yuanhui had to remind the system that its host was also within the NPC range it set, so it still had to pay attention to the impact when playing AOE.

"That's why I dye my hair! I'm a system plug-in, so the host must be different! I see that kid over there who is forced by his parents to do his homework in the store is pretty good, he's a green one!"

It is difficult to imagine what exactly limits the system's authority. What is even more difficult to imagine is what Xing Yuanhui would become now if the system had no restrictions.

In order to prevent the system from having strange obsessions in strange places, Xing Yuanhui quickly tried to change the subject: "Why don't you look at it from another angle? My eyes are black, and those black-haired people have brown eyes. Doesn't this make me look like the protagonist hidden among the masses?"

"Hmm..." The system groaned for a moment, and scanned the hair and eye colors of the people on the street again. "Indeed, I didn't notice it! Could it be that I was really blinded by happiness?"

The system stopped talking, maybe it was reflecting, or maybe it was thinking about how to bring up the topic. But it was nice to be quiet, it was nice to ride freely on the street, looking around and looking for a hotel.

Unlike Omazaki, where there are few people, Saitama is close to Tokyo, the largest city in Japan. There are many more people here than in Omazaki, and the commercial street here is also much larger, although there is no concept of commercial streets in rural areas.

It is a place full of lights and wine, and filled with the mundane world of life. It is a completely different experience compared to the quiet town near the sea.

Just as Xing Yuanhui was sighing in his heart, three pink-haired cyclists appeared at the corner of the street. They looked similar, one of them wore a black bow on her head, the younger one had twin ponytails, and the last one wore a simple long pink straight hair.

They were both wearing sleek light yellow jackets and simple grey trousers, and looked like very good sisters.

With pretty facial features, thin eyebrows and cherry lips, plus the advantage of being sisters, their youthful vitality that soars into the sky has become the focus of attention in the area. Even just watching them laughing and playing will bring a mysterious comfort to the heart.

In particular, there were some couples mixed in the crowd, and one man risked his own life to release his genetic obsession to the three of them.

Xing Yuanhui was also paying attention to them at this time, but he paid more attention to the one with long pink hair. She looked the oldest, her collar was pulled the widest, and she was not... the most fashionable one.

She was now at the end of the team, covering her mouth with her hands and yawning. When she put her hands down, her face showed the dignified smile that she had only seen once but had inexplicably left a deep impression on.

This woman was the direct reason why Xing Yuanhui applied for the Tokyo Shuchiin Academy. The mysterious woman who appeared in Omazaki a few months ago used a riddle that no one knew to force the choice of Shuchiin on the possible list of high school admissions that he had prepared.

"Hey, isn't this the woman who came to see you a few months ago? You actually ran into her here. Do you want to chase her?"

The system also discovered the woman and instigated Xing Yuanhui to follow her in a teasing tone.

"Of course, 'I'll tell you my name next time we meet', but she said it herself, why should I be so timid?"

Xing Yuanhui took the initiative to turn and join the road they were on, carefully following the pink-haired trio.

Thanks to his enhanced body, he could faintly hear the trio's voices in the city filled with a lot of noise.

"Chika-sister, you're coming to Saitama to eat ramen. Why did you ask me and Toyomi-sister to come with you? And you didn't let me take the train but had to ride a bike. It's so tiring to ride a bike from Tokyo."

The pink sister with twin ponytails pouted and complained to the older sister with a black bow on her head.

The pink-haired girl, who was also the oldest among them, tried to smooth things over, "Well, isn't this good? We haven't played together for a long time."

"Sister Fengshi is right. It's rare that we all have time, so of course we have to take a special trip to say goodbye to the holiday!"

Bow seemed to be the organizer of this ride, and her tone was cheerful.

"Sister Qianhua, you just ate too much during the holidays and gained weight again, so you remembered to exercise."

The girl with twin ponytails saw through her sister and exposed her mercilessly.

"No, that's not the case! We three sisters are clearly having a happy bike trip, why are you saying something like this to ruin the atmosphere?!"

It seems that what the twintails said was right, because the bow-tie looked a little frustrated and the car started to become crooked.

The girl with twin ponytails said with a smirk, "If you want to lose weight, riding a bicycle is good, but if you eat ramen, aren't you afraid of gaining weight again? And after exercise, isn't that called overeating?"

Pink Long Straight slightly accelerated to the side of Butterfly, patted her back and consoled her: "Well, Moe-chan is right, eating ramen now will make you fat."

"Hey, but I really want to eat ramen now."

When Bowknot saw that her sister didn’t support her, she started to act like a spoiled child to her and kept “pinching” her.

"Oh, there's really nothing I can do about you. How about tomorrow, we go eat ramen again?"