Chapter 57: Going Out
The day after the second round, Coach Fukai gave them a rare day off to let the members of the varsity team rest at home, considering their physical problems.
Fujii Shu crouched in front of the desk, the pen sketched the outline of Miss Machima, tight suit trousers, undulating hills on her chest, and the single tail of twisted braids on her was not old-fashioned, and she was lifting the tie of the protagonist Denji with one hand, and she said as she spoke.
"I hate rats in the country, Denji-kun."
Get.
This is the last one of today.,Chainsaw Man has been serialized for half a year.,Two words a month.,It's only twelve words.,And the manuscript in his hand,There are already more than 40 words.,Close to half of the content of the first part of the original work.。
"Painting: LV4/1%, gain 1 free attribute."
His painting skills finally broke through to LV.4.,He first saved the free attribute points.,Wait until you can directly point all the attributes to 2.0.0 and then say,The reason why I have been unwilling to add points,It's worried that the charm value is too high and it will bring trouble.,Now it's getting too much attention.,It's already annoying.。
Turning the brush in his hand, he was bored when there was a knock on the studio door.
"Please come in, the door is unlocked."
Even if he didn't listen to the footsteps, he knew that it was Uncle Tianhai, so he turned around and looked at someone who had changed into a windbreaker to go out.
"That, Mr. Bacai made an appointment to go to Akihabara today and opened a new crane machine shop, do you want to go together?"
Uncle Tianhai rarely invited him to go out to play, Fujii Shu thought about it, and promised to come down, the weather in January, you still need to pay attention to keeping warm, went back to the bedroom and changed into a pair of thickened jeans, put on a bright yellow sweater on the upper body, put on a long light gray windbreaker, and wrapped an old scarf.
Starting the car that has been dusted for a long time at home, Uncle Tianhai's driving skills are average, and he drives very carefully, which is obviously much worse than the royal sister who took him to school that day.
"By the way, you're about to be able to learn to drive at your age, do you want to learn it?"
Uncle Amami saw Fujii paying attention to his driving movements and thought that he wanted to drive a car.
Oh, let me take a look at the skills panel.
"Driving: LV3/41%."
Fujii Shu opened the golden finger, LV3 pro-level mid-to-early level, which is equivalent to the worse gear among ordinary rally drivers, right?
"However, I won't allow you to buy a GTR, it's too dangerous, don't touch it."
Uncle Tianhai told an old joke about the initial D, which made Fujii Shu twitch the corners of his mouth, and he didn't go to Akinayama to run laps, what kind of GTR did he drive.
It was a smooth drive to Akihabara, which was originally just an old electrical appliance shop street, but because the otaku culture of the island country has become a kind of holy place, there are groups of tourists standing on the street, handing out leaflets to passers-by.
"Master, it's cold, come to our sister shake (maid) coffee shop and have a cup of hot tea."
The maid outfit girl with black stockings on her legs and an absolute realm stepped forward to hand over a flyer to Fujii, and Uncle Amami, who had long hair and glasses next to him, was gorgeously ignored.
"Thanks, we'll consider it."
Fujii took the flyer, and although he didn't plan to go, the surface work still had to be done.
"Gotta go!"
The maid girl took the initiative to rub the Fujii tree with her body, which is an additional special benefit, and she looks like a guest of this level, and she is willing to entertain them in vain.
Finally got rid of the harassment of the maid girl.,Fujii Shu and Uncle Amami found the eight-talented teacher who was waiting for someone in front of an electrical appliance store that was agreed.。
"Ah, Fujii is here, too, so let's go with us."
Teacher Yacai's gaze was withdrawn from the young woman who was still showing her legs in the middle of winter on the street, and she was a little surprised to see Fujii Shu, who rarely saw him moving with them.
"This doll shop was just opened on the 1st, and the props entry rate is much higher than those old stores."
Mr. Hachicai is a frequent visitor to Akihabara, and he took them to the crane machine shop with flower baskets in front of the door, and the flow of people is still quite large, so it can be seen that the business is good.
There is nothing to say about the process of catching the crane machine, but when Fujii Shu paid for it, the flyer of the maid coffee shop that fell out attracted the attention of Mr. Yacai.
"Why don't we go to this shop for a bite to eat?"
It's noon, too, and the LSP attribute of Mr. Bacai has an attack, and after reading the maid photo on the flyer, he proposed.
"Are you going?"
Uncle Tianhai asked Fujii Shu, he didn't care, although he was a famous painter of NTR comics, but his interest in women was not strong, which was also reflected in Fujii Shu, he and Fujii Shu's mother Amami Yuxi, his late sister, all have this characteristic.
"Let's go check it out, we need a place to eat anyway."
Fujii Tree doesn't have much of an opinion.,The maid coffee shop is still much more formal than the kind of place like Rokukimoto.,Even if there are maids who are pillow business.,It's still a minority.,It's a garden of otaku people.,Although there's a fee.。
Following the address on the flyer, the three of them went to a maid café on the second floor of the street, climbed a narrow staircase, and walked through the fluorescent corridor into a small shop.
"Yu'an, master."
The kanban lady at the door was wearing a classical English maid skirt, lifting the skirt corners, and nodding elegantly, it turned out that this store was taking the hardcore to retro route, so why did the maid who handed out flyers wear no different from the ordinary island maid who betrayed her hue?
"Ahh
Teacher Bacai is obviously a little disappointed, this is not distinctive enough, the sisters of our island country are shaking, shouldn't they all be ultra-short little dresses, with lace leg rings on the thighs, and a dog show Jin Sama (master) in one bite?
But they all came, and they didn't want to leave directly, so they found a vacant seat to sit down, but they didn't expect that the business of such a featureless store was actually good, and more than a dozen round tables were almost full of customers.
This one is a little familiar?!
As soon as Fujii sat down, he noticed that there was a lone guest at the next table, who was exceptionally tall among the islanders, wearing a mask that covered most of his face, but his eyes seemed to be familiar.
"Master, is it your first time? I've never seen a guest like you before? ”
The maid lady who was in business stood at the table, different from the squatting of an ordinary maid coffee shop, but really stood straight and upright like a traditional British maid, and asked with a smile.
"Hi, first time here, do you have any specials? Or is it only for drinks like coffee? ”
Uncle Tianhai next to him is a mild social phobia, and Mr. Bacai is still studying how to peek at the good-looking maid, so it can only be Fujii Shu who answers her question and takes over the menu, which is all in English in flowers, obviously it is a restaurant menu in the island country, but there is no katakana.
"Then three English lunches, plus three cups of Assam black tea, five points of sugar."
Fujii Shu recognized English, and in his previous life, he had passed the sixth level, pointed to a place on the menu, and then handed the menu to the maid.
"Wait, we'll serve you the food right away."
The tall maid held her head high and stepped back.
"No wonder business here is good, the girl's appearance and figure are not lower than 8 points!"
Teacher Hachicai, who had studied for a long time, exclaimed, Fujii Shu glanced at it, he was indeed not wrong, seven or eight maids in the shop, although they wore traditional and conservative English maid skirts, but all of them were called beauties.