"Screech."
The bicycle stopped at the entrance of Shibuya Central Street.
The bicycle, which had just been speeding like the wind, suddenly braked to a halt, as if it were an ordinary bicycle.
What material were these brakes made of?
Not to mention the blond young man, even Hayato himself was wondering… such high speed, yet such a short braking distance?
Recalling the scene of racing with the Porsche just now, Hayato sighed again, thinking that next time he rode the bicycle, he should wear a helmet.
He had noticed the abnormality of this bicycle as soon as he got on it, so after only two pedals, he instantly changed his intended destination.
What was the average speed when he was riding?
Hayato thought for a moment, probably around 50km/h, and that was when he was riding leisurely. If he pedaled with all his might, it would be like just now, directly riding past a porsche 911…
This wasn't a bicycle; it was a personal high-speed rail.
An incredible mode of transport.
Hayato thought to himself, once Snake Mound George's matter was resolved, he would definitely get the chastity belt and tie it to this bike.
It was a treasure, he couldn't let anyone else ride it.
He looked at the abbreviation in the system reward interface again.
"Wind-chasing, Ghost Fire Bicycle"
It really lived up to its abbreviation.
The system is honest, it didn't deceive me.
[Hmph, that's right~~~]
When a smug voice sounded in his mind, Hayato's satisfied expression immediately dropped.
[Ai-chan is the most honest, never lies. Moshi moshi, from now on, Host can praise Ai-chan. Du, Ai-chan can't wait for your wonderful words to enter Ai-chan's ears…]
"You shouldn't link 'wonderful words' with 'enter', it always feels strange."
[People with dirty minds hear dirt in everything. Du, Ai-chan reminds Host to pay attention to green, healthy, and refreshing things.]
Hayato tilted his head and asked:
"Are you stupid then?"
[Ai-chan is of course the smartest, du, Ai-chan proudly puffed out her chest, that's a surging bosom Host can never imagine!]
"Looks like you're not honest at all." Hayato paused and continued, "…Actually, you don't know the special features of this bicycle, do you?"
[Ai-chan of course knows, after all, it's a system reward, how could Ai-chan possibly…]
"Then why were you flustered when this thing was drawn?" Hayato hit the nail on the head, "Besides, with your personality, if you knew it was so powerful, you would have already made me try it out."
[Ai, Ai-chan…]
"Customer service is more professional than you." Hayato said.
[QAQ]
"Alright, alright, don't cry. But I'm quite happy to have drawn something like this... I'll let you off the hook."
"Tha-thank you, Host, for not disliking it. Wuwuwu, Ai-chan swears she will follow Host for the rest of her life."
Hayato didn't know if the system's brain would process whether there was anything wrong with this conversation, but for now, this would do.
Hayato folded his bicycle and carried it into the "Big Bang Burger Shop" with one hand.
Then he walked out.
He was full.
Hayato wiped his mouth with a napkin and casually threw it into the trash can.
He had originally intended to ride home directly, but seeing the bookstore not far away still open, he thought for a moment and walked inside.
"alpaca princess" was certainly delicious, but the author was a notorious slacker, and recently Hayato's reading progress had surpassed the author's update speed.
He needed a substitute.
He had to find a work by an author so diligent that if they were even a little late with an update, readers would think they were abandoning the book and fleeing...
Hayato, carrying his bicycle, searched in front of the bookshelf when a set of books caught his eye.
It was titled,
"My Senior & Her Boyfriend."
Seems interesting.
Hayato reached out for the first volume.
But he found a hand, as thin as an old pine tree, reaching out at the same time.
Hayato held the left side of the book, while that hand touched the right side.
"Hmm?"
Two gazes, like lightning, shot over.
Hayato looked.
The person matched their hand; it was an old man.
But not just any old man.
He was very tall, only slightly shorter than Hayato.
He was about sixty or seventy years old, with white hair, but his body wasn't hunched at all; instead, it exuded a sense of power.
His shoulders were wide and thick.
Just looking at his shoulders, this old man might have been one and a half times Hayato's width.
The old man squinted at Hayato, seemingly very interested in the wooden sword he always carried on his shoulder—even though it was wrapped in cloth, the old man recognized it as a wooden sword at a glance.
Hayato was also a little surprised.
Did this old man also like the "senior" type? His senior should be half-buried in the ground by now...
"Heh." The old man suddenly smirked and said lightly, "Young man, with your experience, I'm afraid you won't understand this book, will you? Can you understand the moe point of 'senior'?"
Hayato had already intended to let go and find another way, but upon hearing the old man's words, how could he tolerate it?
It seemed he was an expert!
He replied:
"Old man, don't underestimate today's young people. We understand much, much, much more than you imagine."
The old man continued to smile faintly: "Your age, you only know how to taste the sweet relationship with a girlfriend. How would you understand the turbulent, ravenous desires hidden in a senior's calm gaze! Listen up, young man, I'll teach you for free: the so-called 'senior' is synonymous with virtuousness, the most, most, most gentle creature on the market! I have tasted all generations of 'senior publications,' and without exception, the moe point of a senior! Is always like this!"
"Old man, that's already a stubborn and old-fashioned idea." Hayato narrowed his eyes and replied, "Yes, the moe point of most seniors is indeed here... But! A new type of 'senior' has a mature face, a tall and full figure, a strong attitude, but says one thing and means another. She might be scolding you, but deep down, she harbors unspoken admiration! Thus, she does many childish things even junior students wouldn't do! This kind of contrast! Is the most adorable thing about a senior!"
"Na-nani!" The old man's old eyes widened, his pupils trembling slightly: "There is such a 'senior'!? How could I not know!? Young people are full of tricks, don't try to deceive this old man! This book caught my eye first, you won't take it away!"
He suddenly exerted force, trying to snatch the book.
Hayato was caught off guard, and this pull from the old man made his entire body lean forward.
Good gracious!
Hayato was surprised, what was going on?
Although he was caught off guard, he was using his right hand, and one of the characteristics of "Fantasy Killer" was "strong right arm." Since acquiring this ability, he had almost never suffered a disadvantage in terms of strength.
This old man was actually so powerful?
It seemed he had met a master this time.
Seeing Hayato lean towards him, the old man smiled slightly, certain of victory.
But the next moment, Hayato suddenly exerted force in his lower body, activating "Thousand-Pound Drop."
Coupled with a pull of his wrist, the old man was suddenly startled, and the book tilted towards the former again!
Holy cow, this young man! The old man was astonished.
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