I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

I do not know how long it has been.

"Boom boom boom..."

With a loud exhaust sound, a black heavy locomotive drove into the parking lot in front of Kuramae's apartment.

"Ah, the business on the weekend is really good. It's a big profit tonight... Going out of the front hall is really a good job. I must cherish it, and I can't be stimulated by that elementary school student and become irritable."

Saying so, the knight in the car took off the ghost-faced helmet on his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It was Sousuke Araki who had worked hard all night and returned from get off work.

"Al?"

In front of the gate of the apartment, in the early morning white mist, a blond girl with double buns was leaning pitifully on the doorpost beside the steps, sleeping soundly.

There is also a red shared bicycle with a flat tire next to it.

"Mochizuki Ayano? This elementary school student... No, how could the female police officer sleep in front of my house?"

Looking at the female police officer with an income of more than 10 million next year, but a pitiful appearance of a "runaway elementary school student", Araki Sousuke looked at a loss.

If you sleep like this, you will catch a cold.

...

"Ayano-chan, your favorite tonkotsu soy sauce ramen is ready...Ah, this kid is on the sofa again...so cute when he's asleep."

A female voice full of vigor and doting came into my ears.

"It must be because I was too excited to play in the playground today... Let her sleep more."

A man with a thick voice said in a low voice.

The familiar aroma of tonkotsu soy sauce floods into the nostrils.

You can still hear the hum of the washing machine.

It is filled with the atmosphere of daily life of a Japanese family.

Dad... Mom...

Mochizuki Ayano opened her eyes with some reluctance and exhaustion.

What caught her eyes was the white ceiling and quaint ceiling lamps that are common in old Japanese houses.

Did you dream about it again?

She smiled self-deprecatingly.

For people with the ability of photographic memory, some memories are like wounds that never heal, stinging their hearts all the time.

No wonder I slept all night, but I was still so sleepy like working overtime all night.

The tip of her nose moved slightly, and her complexion changed slightly as she was about to sleep again.

The smell of the hot tonkotsu soy sauce soup didn't disappear as I gradually woke up, on the contrary, it became more and more intense.

etc……

Mochizuki Ayano wanted to turn over and stand up, but she felt sore all over her body, especially the inner thighs, as if torn.

She endured the muscle soreness like bruises all over her body, and forced herself to sit up...

A thin "Ghost Forest Friends Club" claw machine limited edition blanket slipped off her body.

This is a simple, small, messy one-bedroom tatami room with only a dozen square meters.

Looking around, beside the tatami mattress, on the storage shelves that occupied the entire wall, there were a bunch of things she had never heard of piled up in a mess.

Magazines with amazing covers, action movie discs, "see-through glasses" purchased online, various claw machine scene figures, comic books, Unicorn Gundam RX-0 that has been put together but not yet colored...

On the side of the shelf, there is also a white Bosozoku special attack uniform with words such as "I am the only one in the sky and the world" and "Namo Amitabha".

On the bottom shelf next to the bed, there is also a neat row of colorful thermos cups with unknown uses and exuding an atmosphere that cannot be studied deeply.

And the mattress she slept on, just below the row of shelves, was surrounded by a messy pile of "scholarly journals," comics, and crumpled tissues on the floor.

"You wake up...it's really time..."

A somewhat familiar male voice full of unknown meaning said so.

Looking in the direction of the sound, at the entrance, a man wearing shorts and shorts, with large tattoos on his hands and feet, and a T-shirt with the words "tool man" printed on his chest, was busy doing something on the narrow stove.

Behind him, a white washing machine was "buzzing".

Even though she is a gifted girl with an IQ of 180 and a photographic memory, Mochizuki Ayano is unable to deal with the huge amount of information and complicated elements in front of her.

I obviously washed it deliciously, wore a newly bought nightgown, and fell asleep on the cozy little bed.

Upon waking up, the world has undergone earth-shaking changes as if traveling through time.

A room suspected of living in a pervert, a strange tattooed man, the muscles of the whole body, especially a certain part, are sore as if they have suffered inhuman torture, and the whole body is covered with a layer of greasy sweat, as if they have experienced some kind of strenuous exercise... …

Ha ha ha ha……

I must have been under too much work pressure recently to have such a dream within a dream.

Laughing dryly in her heart, Mochizuki Ayano fell weakly on the tatami and closed her eyes, trying to wake herself up from this nightmare in this way.

"I'm going to eat it for you next time. If you're hungry, eat a banana first."

"Boom!"

The smell of "boys' dormitory" pouring into her nose, and the sound of something being placed on the table pulled her back to the ruthless reality.

When he raised his head, he happened to see a blond man with a criminal look, holding a huge banana and handing it to him.

There is also a thicker one on the table.

"You're lucky, today I just bought fresh and expired bananas that are said to be edible without peeling... Although it's a bit dark, this is a coquettish thing that can't be reached at ordinary times..."

"Crack."

As the man said so, he picked up the thick, black-spotted banana in his hand, without even peeling the skin, put it directly into his mouth, and devoured more than half of it in one bite.

"ah!!!!!"

Mochizuki Ayano, who sat up when she heard the other party's dangerous speech with unknown meaning, let out a desperate scream like every weak girl who encountered such a scene.

"Banana? Let me eat it next? What have you done to my body and how many times have you done it?! Now that you wake up, you don't plan to let me go? Don't come here... If you come here again, I will call the police..."

"No, I am the police myself, and I want to arrest you for illegal imprisonment, kidnapping and molesting young girls!"

Mochizuki Ayano spoke incoherently and at a loss, grabbed the things around her and threw them at the man who was still in the "screaming and awe" state.

"Hey, don't throw them around, I managed to order these on the dark web..."

The man is like a juggler, eating the "banana that doesn't need to be peeled" in his hand, while catching the flying "private collection" with various parts of his body with great precision.

Seeing that the "long-range attack" was invalid, Mochizuki Ayano rubbed the front of her body without hesitation, stepped on the ground, lowered her waist, and suddenly punched the pervert on the opposite side.

Facing the girl's menacing punch, Sousuke Araki's lower body turned cold, he arched his body back like a shrimp to dodge, and then reached out to touch the opponent's head.

This time, Mochizuki Ayano's next coherent move of "hands rim swinging arms and fists" was useless.

Because of her, I can't reach it.

"It's almost time to calm down, it won't taste good if the noodles are soft..."

Raising her head, Mochizuki Ayano, who was full of shame and anger, continued to run wild, and waved her arms like a human fan, could see the face of the man in front of her clearly.

"Ara... Araki Sousuke?!"

...

ten minutes later.

"Oh, ok... I see..."

Hanging up the phone seemingly calmly, Mochizuki Ayano sat at the low table with her head bowed, her whole body trembling with anger.

"Mochizuki Ayase, a guy who makes his own opinions and cuts him to death..."

After Lesson 9 retrieved the monitoring, as well as the location record of the shared bicycle that is now placed in the entrance and has not been returned, basically she has roughly restored her behavior last night.

Mochizuki Ayase, controlled her body out of the apartment in the middle of the night, rode from Shibuya all the way to Ikebukuro, and wandered around Toshima District.

Finally, suddenly from Ikebukuro in the northwest of Tokyo, all the way to Taito District in the northeast.

And then... fell asleep in front of this Kuramae apartment.

In the end, he was "picked up" by Sousuke Araki, who even brought his car back.

After riding dozens of kilometers of bicycles in the middle of the night, it is no wonder that some parts of my body are so sore.

Thinking of this, Mochizuki Ayano narrowed her eyes and her expression became serious.

Mochizuki Ayase ran to Kuramae's apartment in the middle of the night, she must be plotting something.

If it is said that this guy who has been sleeping for a while has been bored for too long and went out in the middle of the night just to exercise and breathe fresh air, she would never believe it.

After the incident of the girl with a gap, in the face of all kinds of weird things that are becoming more and more unpredictable, Lesson 9 can be said to be overwhelmed.

Coupled with the fact that the Tibetan apartment was safe and sound during this period, and the only two residents on the first floor lived happily and healthily, Lesson 9 invisibly relaxed its observations here.

After attracting Gap Eye, Gap Girl, and Mochizuki Ayase one after another, there must be some secrets in this apartment.

"Hulululu...don't you eat...it's a waste...it's better..."

Just when Mochizuki Ayase was full of thoughts...

Sousuke Araki, who was sitting opposite her, had already finished the food in his bowl on his own, and looked at the food in front of Ayano Mochizuki with some emotion.

A large bowl of hot ramen with rich soy sauce and tonkotsu flavor, and a thick banana covered with black spots were placed on the low table in front of her.

Mochizuki Ayano, who had calmed down a little, knew that she was still innocent, looked at the food in front of her, and felt a strong sense of exhaustion and strong hunger attacking herself.

Her stomach also made an honest "cuckoo cluck" sound.

"Since you are begging sincerely... I will eat you a banana out of politeness..."

Enduring the pain in her body, she picked up the huge banana in front of Araki Sousuke's disappointed eyes.

I don't know what happened to this banana. It is obvious that there are too many black spots and some of them are soft.

"This is a Mongee banana, no need to peel it!"

Just when she was subconsciously about to peel it off, the man on the opposite side reminded softly with a lewd voice.

Mochizuki Ayano suddenly remembered that she had seen this banana poster in a convenience store before.

Mongee Banana was developed by Dr. Setzo Tanaka, who loves bananas and is passionate about banana cultivation research, after about 40 years of experimentation.

The rapid cultivation technology of "freeze-thaw awakening" makes the banana peel thinner and softer than ordinary banana peel, which can be used for direct consumption.

"Is it really possible not to peel it?"

It is unimaginable that someone spends half his life researching just to save the peeling of bananas.

With such doubts, Mochizuki Ayano held the huge banana in her hand and bit it down with effort.

"It's so...so sweet..."

Not only is the thin and crispy banana peel not as sour as ordinary banana peels, but it is unexpectedly crispy and sweet. Coupled with the soft and waxy flesh inside, it has a unique and contrasting taste.

No wonder it sells for 500 yen a piece.

A whole banana entered the stomach, which instantly activated Ayano Mochizuki's gastrointestinal motility, but the blank period when the food had not had time to be converted into energy made the hunger even stronger.

"Even... since you have cooked the noodles, don't waste them."

She carefully picked up the chopsticks and looked at the ramen in front of her.

This is a very professional looking bowl of soy sauce ramen.

Clear tonkotsu soy sauce broth, thick buckwheat noodles, pink char siew, golden dried bamboo shoots, and green onions dotted in the middle.

The most exaggerated thing is that there is even an egg!

When he just woke up, this guy was at the stove, and he was actually preparing to eat for himself.

Gently picked up a stick of extremely elastic noodles, Mochizuki Ayano sucked it into her mouth with a "huhuhu".

The noodles, which were just right, continued to break in her mouth as she chewed, as if dancing a cheerful dance.

"Wait... this is..."

Seemingly clear, but unexpectedly sweet and fragrant, the tonkotsu and soy sauce soup base has a long aftertaste, and Mochizuki Ayano almost swallowed it with her tongue.

The char siu pork is moderately fat and soft, and the dried bamboo shoots are also extremely crispy and delicious.

The egg was cooked just right, gently pinched apart, and the slightly solidified egg yolk flowed out along the crack.

The ramen on the table gradually overlapped with a certain picture in memory.

"Ayano-chan, eat slowly... how about it, mom learned how to make Japanese ramen with great difficulty!"

In the same small tatami room, a beautiful woman with blond hair and blue eyes was looking expectantly at the little blond girl in front of her who was buried in eating noodles.

"Mom's soy sauce ramen is the best!"

The little blond girl with her mouth full of soup, who buried her head in a bowl twice the size of her face, raised her head and exclaimed in admiration.

Her pupils were one black and one blue.

A drop of tear quietly ran across his face and fell silently into the noodle soup.

Mochizuki Ayano interrupted her thoughts in time, and focused on dealing with the ramen in front of her.

Some memories, just stop there.

Maybe it was too hungry, or maybe it was very similar to a certain happy taste in memory, Mochizuki Ayano only thought that this was the most delicious ramen he had eaten in recent years, and he couldn't stop ramen "huhuhu" down.

In just five minutes, only the word "auspicious" printed on the bottom of the bowl was left in the adult man's full bowl of ramen.

Even the soup drank up.

"Hey, you girl is surprisingly able to eat, it really is a long-term age."

Seeing Mochizuki Ayano's expression of enjoyment, Araki Sousuke smiled.

"Where did you go to pack this ramen, how could it be so delicious..."

Mochizuki Ayano, who just realized what she had done, changed the subject shyly.

That expensive banana, and this bowl of delicious ramen, combined with Araki Sousuke's work and living environment...

This overly enthusiastic guy probably sacrificed all the most available things at home to entertain himself.

"No, it's just instant noodles cooked by myself. You can buy this brand if you think it tastes good."

Saying so, Araki Sousuke took a packing box from the side and showed it to her.

"Instant noodles?! How could it be better than the ones in the store outside?"

Mochizuki Ayano took the box of instant noodle shells and examined them carefully.