I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"What... what, how could I do something as despicable as you."

Mochizuki Ayano, whose heart was pierced by someone, stammered a little.

Then, what surprised her was... Sousuke Araki actually took out a small green card, swiped it on the machine, and continued to clip it.

"Is it possible... like this? Why didn't I think of it!"

The small card that Sosuke Araki took out is one for everyone in Tokyo.

That's SUICA, nicknamed "Watermelon Card".

The watermelon card was originally a stored-value card used to take trams, buses, subways, Shinkansen and other means of transportation.

However, with the expansion of payment channels, most convenience stores, vending machines, or large chain stores such as Ji'an Palace can use the amount inside for consumption.

What made Mochizuki Ayano, who claimed to have "practiced in the game hall for many years", didn't expect that the watermelon card could be swiped on the recent claw machine?

This guy... is really not a simple character.

Since the other party no longer has any worries about change, Mochizuki Ayano will naturally not spend any more spiritual power to activate the pupil technique to affect the other party's operation.

After all, one clip is only 100 yen, and buy four get one free.

The burden caused by pupil surgery can't be replenished so cheaply.

Soon, she watched helplessly as Sousuke Araki took away the box of evil figures.

"How about it, this is my big brother, I worked in the game hall for two months, while no one was training at night!"

Immersed in the cheerful congratulatory music in the arcade, Sousuke Araki still didn't forget to show off to the "audience girls" who were watching.

"Hmph, childish things like clip dolls are only played by children... Do you dare to compare yourself with me?

"Others? How to compare?"

Sousuke Araki asked curiously.

"You can choose the machines in this hall. However, if you lose, hand over the box of figures."

Mochizuki Ayano provocatively gritted her teeth.

"Oh, how long has it been since no one dared to challenge me in the game hall? There is still some time to play with you... But, if you lose, you have to do one thing as I ask... "

Hearing the opponent's challenge, Sousuke Araki, who already had three boxes of figures in his hand, smiled evilly.

"Do one thing?" Seeing the other party's lewd smile, Mochizuki Ayano subconsciously put her hands on her chest.

"Afraid? Don't think about it, I'm not interested in a yellow-haired girl like you."

"Who... Who is A minus... I am... Don't cry when you lose!"

Inexplicably being attacked by a "weak point", Mochizuki Ayano was so angry that her cheeks swelled like thorns.

Today, I will let you experience the terror of the ninth section head directly appointed by the Metropolitan Police Department, IQ180, 3rd dan in karate, and the genius girl who dominated the SEGA arcade for nearly 10 years.

She silently added in her heart.

……

Next to the fighting game console called "Fist of Demon Slayer".

Mochizuki Ayano and Araki Sosuke sat on both sides of the back-to-back machines, and put coins in with a serious look on their faces.

"Hmph, if you choose this game, just wait and cry, this lady is the winner of the "Fist of Ghosts" online competition for three consecutive weeks..."

Entering the character selection interface, Mochizuki Ayano chose her best and favorite character, "Ghost Girl - Bean Paste" who was possessed by ghosts but fought for humans.

On the other hand, Sosuke Araki chose the "Ghost Fighter - Pig Head Man", known as the weakest character in the game.

"Pig-headed man? You really dare to choose, wait for Miss Ben to be defeated without injury..."

ten minutes later.

"How...how is it possible...my bean paste..."

Mochizuki Ayano looked at the screen in disbelief.

On the screen of the game console, "Ghost Girl - Bean Paste" screamed and fell to the ground, while the "pig-headed man" beside him was doing a handstand amusingly.

"Yawning... so boring, so elementary school students are still too weak..."

On the opposite side, Sosuke Araki lit a cigarette in disregard of the game hall's "no smoking indoors" rule.

"It's just that you're lucky, you just picked the game I'm not good at, and you can compare it with another game."

……

Named "Blood Haunted House", it is in front of a shooting machine that supports up to four-player games on the same machine.

Holding a gun in one hand, the girl calmly and accurately used the pistol to shoot the ghosts on the screen one by one to clear the level, and the word "NEW" appeared on the screen.

"Hey, it's a pity, I'm afraid no one can surpass this record."

Mochizuki Ayano chuckled slightly exaggeratedly.

Hmph, stupid guy, he never thought that as long as this lady saw with her left eye, she would never forget it.

She even remembers which ghost will come out from which corner in a few seconds.

Then, the old **** Araki Sosuke walked up to the ground with a cigarette in his mouth, and put in four coins at a time...

Fifteen minutes later.

Sousuke Araki put the gun in his hand back into the machine handsomely.

The word "NEW" appeared on the screen again.

"How... how could one person be shot with four guns, you're cheating!"

Looking at Sousuke Araki with an indifferent face, Mochizuki Ayano protested.

Just now, this guy actually used four guns by himself like a tentacle monster, changing two guns at a time, even saving the time to put the guns back and change the bullets.

And the number of monsters in the four-player mode has doubled, so the score is naturally higher.

Next, whether it was a dance machine, a motorcycle, a racing car, or a shooting machine, Mochizuki Ayano was abused by the hateful man in front of her.

Let alone the racing game that she was not good at, after all, she is not old enough to get a driver's license.

But this guy's body structure is anti-human. The first time she saw a person playing a dance machine was playing on all fours like a dog.

During the competition for the shooting machine, this criminal man took all the basketballs from the machine next door, making her a failure.

Ayano Mochizuki, a talented girl with an IQ of 200, lost so thoroughly for the first time in her life.

"Damn, are the people who designed these games all idiots?"

While saying that, she looked at a machine in the corner.

It was an old boxing machine, just put on gloves~www.novelmt.com~ and punched the machine to display the value.

Although this is a game abandoned by the times, it is also a game that cannot be tricked.

Don't look at Mochizuki Ayano's petite stature. She has studied karate since childhood and can be the teacher of the ninth class. Her fighting skills naturally have two brushes.

And due to some special reasons, her strength far exceeds that of adult men.

The other party seems to have won some college student kendo championship, but in her opinion, it is only an amateur level.

"Are you sure... the last project is this?"

Sosuke Araki looked at the boxing machine in front of him, and then at the petite Mochizuki Ayano, with an expression like "Aren't you giving up on yourself?"

"Hmph, don't cry when you lose."

Mochizuki Ayano put on gloves, moved her hands and feet, her eyes narrowed, she stomped on the ground, lowered her waist, and slammed a backhand punch.

Seeing the girl's extremely smooth movements and the murderous aura that erupted, Sosuke Araki's lower body was slightly cold, he opened his mouth in surprise, and the smoke fell out of his mouth.

A layman watches the fun, a specialist watches the doorway.

This time, the opponent perfectly borrowed strength from the ground, and through the rotation of his waist, he concentrated his entire body's strength on the fist and blasted it out without any loss.

Obviously practiced.

Moreover, based on the height difference, an adult male can only be killed in seconds in the face of this blow.

The eggs are broken and the bird has no trace.

A high score of 756 was displayed on the screen.

Mochizuki Ayano showed a satisfied smile.

Generally, there are adult men who are persistent in exercising, and it is not bad to be able to hit 400.

"It's very powerful, kid, it seems that I have to be more serious."

Picking up the cigarette on the ground and taking another sip, Sousuke Araki rolled up his sleeves.

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