Could You Tell Me
When Ichijō Mirai noticed the sight, the customer service was popping up a dialog box, [Because you frequently rewind the game, the system has determined that you are intentionally testing. Please rest assured that death and rewinding in the game do not have a price.]
Its tail is not wagging. [You are a player.]
[It's only natural that a player should have the ability to never die.]
That's the theory, but the developers should still call the players 'daddy'. Ichijō Mirai didn't comment on this, just frowned, "Yeah, I believe it."
[The game pod is inconvenient to carry] The customer service said, [If you need to travel, you can carry your watch to log in to the game briefly.]
[I am your personal customer service. If you need anything, in the game, you can call 'sys-']
Ichijō Mirai looked up calmly according to the two accurate gazes, and saw Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko who had just walked into the dessert shop.
Mouri Ran's expression was simply on the side of surprise, with some slight nagging, and realizing that he was looking at them, she immediately nudged Suzuki Sonoko gently.
Suzuki Sonoko's expression was complex, originally depressed, but the moment she saw Ichijō Mirai, she uncontrollably smiled brightly, and raised her hand to wave it over her shoulder, waving her fingers in a small circle like a cat.
But after a few seconds of smiling brightly, she looked frustrated and clenched her fists, crying out.
In the midst of the tears, there was a clear desire to kill others and herself.
Ichijō Mirai: "...?"
He reacted for a few moments, and realized: this young lady who had taken a liking to him probably had some kind of misunderstanding.
Although there is false murderous intent, it is not a misunderstanding about life.
Probably.
Ichijō Mirai nodded to them from a distance, glanced at the computer, silently recited the second half of the dialog box, and turned off the computer, "You can call 'Customer Service' or 'Personal Customer Service' in the game."
He replaced his
It was a weekday and during working hours, the dessert store did not have many customers, only a dozen or so, and most of them were students who got out of school early and willingly gave up their club activities.
Suzuki Sonoko took a quick glance and saw high school students' uniforms like hers, and even junior high school students' uniforms.
She chose a seat at random, picked up the menu on the table, and hesitantly checked off a few small and delicate desserts, "Is Auntie Ishida making customized cakes?"
Ichijō Mirai looked back and saw Ishida Eiko cutting fruit through the glass window, and nodded with a smile, "Yes, there will be a customer picking up the cake in an hour, and auntie said that it will be too late if we don't make it now."
"It's almost time to get off work, and the club will be over soon. There will be a lot of people in the store," Suzuki Sonoko understood Ishida Eiko's meaning, nodded sympathetically, and handed the menu to Mouri Ran, "I've ordered."
She hesitated again for a moment before asking, as nonchalantly as possible, "By the way, Mr. Mirai, I heard from Auntie Ishida that you seem to have come back from abroad? That's impressive."
"Do you know a gentleman with blonde hair? His last name is 'Amuro', and he's a part-time clerk at a ramen and sushi restaurant in the neighborhood."
Suzuki Sonoko said, trying her best to act as if nothing had happened, but her nervousness was revealed by the way her eyes were gradually darting around in a vain manner and the way she moved her hands on the table every now and then, "It seems to me that he knows you."
"Did he come back to Japan with you? I thought he was a Tokyo native at first by the sound of his voice, very Tokyo accent."
A blonde, foreigner who works part-time at two restaurants in close proximity to each other?
Ichijō Mirai repeats, "'Amuro'?"
He smiles, "Why do you think we're friends? Is it because you mentioned me in casual conversation?"
Suzuki Sonoko: "!"
"Ahem," she said as she tried to watch Ichijō Mirai's expression for the slightest hint of something amiss, "Yes, Ran and I were ordering and you came up, and I didn't realize that the gentleman knew you as well."
"He's blonde, he looks like a foreigner, and since you're from a foreign country, I wondered if that blond gentleman knows you, is he your friend?"
She tried to smile as if she was embarrassed, and she was indeed embarrassed. She said awkwardly, "I didn't know at first. I thought you didn't know me, so I exaggerated when I mentioned you. I praised you with words like the shining moon..."
Mouri Ran looked at the menu carefully, pretending that she didn't hear any of the conversation, pretending that she was struggling to choose what to order, and silently added: 'And if they become idols, they will become the most desirable marriage partners for all women, and the savior of the entire Japanese appearance. No foreigners will be silent for a moment after seeing his face, and will not comment in a tone that they don't seem to rely on their looks to make a living, but will only praise them for being idols.
'Etcetera, etcetera, very exaggerated words'.
It's simply because of his face.
She mourned for Suzuki Sonoko.
Suzuki Sonoko stammered, "That gentleman also praised you."
"But I didn't realize at the time that he might be a friend of yours, and now I'm a little embarrassed that I complimented you in front of your friends."
"I see," Ichijō Mirai stared at Suzuki Sonoko with a smile on her face without changing her color, "a young, beautiful and kind lady like you always looks at people in a good light, thank you very much for your compliment."
"But that blond gentleman, he praised me as well?"
He pondered for a moment, tilting his head, seemingly distressed, "The blonde gentleman with the last name 'Amuro'..."
While quickly searching through his memories.
One, Ishida Eiko had said, 'The shopkeepers and students in the neighborhood are quite concerned about you'.
Two, Ichijō Mirai has seen blond hair.
But other than the blond and brown NPCs in the game, I've only seen them once.
Three, customer service said, 'Based on what you've done in the game and in reality'.
The emphasis is on 'reality'.
In other words, someone from the game company had observed him in reality.
But Ichijō Mirai didn't realize it.
No one knows the danger of being watched more than a criminal, and since he never realized it, Ichijō Mirai could only assume that the person who was watching him never appeared in front of him.
That would be indirect observation.
The easiest way to observe indirectly is to talk about the target with the customers who frequent the sweet store, and easily get information about the target.
Ichijō Mirai interrupted his expression of contemplation, increased his distress, and smiled somewhat apologetically, "I don't remember my friend's Japanese name very well, so could you tell me more about the blond-haired gentleman?"