Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand from the quilt and turned off the alarm clock on the bedside.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the snow girl floating between the bed and the ceiling, sleeping soundly. Her long silver-white hair fell vertically, with a hint of cold air, like a waterfall frozen in winter.
"Ah~"
"I'll go back and make an air conditioner shell out of cardboard to cover you."
Fujiwara Izaya yawned and got up, went to the bathroom with half-closed eyes to brush his teeth, wash his face, count his abdominal muscles, and put on clean sportswear.
When washing his face, he couldn't help but wash his face for a few more minutes because he thought the person in the mirror was very attractive.
His eyes are clear and agile, his facial features are like exquisite Greek sculptures, and the shape of his eyebrows gives people a sharp feeling like a blade.
He grinned and smiled with a slightly frivolous expression. He looked handsome and handsome, very nice.
Straighten the bangs in front of your forehead, cover your eyebrows, and smile shyly.
In the slightly obscured view, the handsome boy turned into an artistic boy, full of delicate and hazy poetic beauty.
Fujiwara Izaya rubbed his messy hair, feeling a little troubled.
Obviously he is a monster who relies on his ability to make a living, but because of his exaggeratedly handsome face, almost everyone would subconsciously think that he is a person who makes a living on his face when they first see him.
So...
Human beings are so prejudiced!
Coming out of the bathroom, Fujiwara Izaya left the shrine directly.
It was just after six o'clock at this time, the eastern sky had just revealed a faint light, there was still a lot of milky white morning fog on the road, and the ridges of electric wires and buildings were faintly visible.
Along the embankment of the Sumida River, he started today's morning run.
In the year since he came to Tokyo, morning jogging has become one of Fujiwara Izaya's regular exercise routines. Such exercise has brought about minimal growth in strength, and the main purpose is to keep his figure in shape.
Even among the monster community, beauty-conscious people are prevalent, and fat and eccentric styles are also not popular among the same kind.
Asakusa is the oldest urban area in Tokyo. The urban planning is quite chaotic, with densely populated low-rise residences and narrow and crowded roads.
It was still dark at this time, there were not many pedestrians, and there were only milk and newspaper delivery workers on the street. Fujiwara Izaya quickened his pace slightly and ran along the flow of the Sumida River towards the Sky Tree in the distance.
There are few people on this section of the road and there are many undulating sections with moderate slopes, making it very suitable for running.
Arriving under the 634-meter-high Sky Tree, Izaya Fujiwara bought a can of iced Coke from the vending machine.
Pull the tab open and take a small sip to finish.
He is not thirsty.
I just want to drink ice cream.
He lifted up his bangs, which were wet with sweat, and looked up at the sky. As time went by, the light pink dawn in the eastern sky became much whiter than when he went out, and the morning mist in the air became moist and heavy.
As soon as I get home, I will take a shower and put on clean uniforms to go back to school.
On the way back, the sky gradually turns blue, and the banks of the Sumida River are covered with ivy, evergreen trees, and various green plants. Occasionally, you can see beautiful gradation of blue hydrangeas.
Halfway through the run, Fujiwara Izaya opened the system and took a look.
【panel】
【Mall】
【Task】
【Card pool】
Four options appeared in front of him, and he clicked into the taskbar interface.
The system's tasks are divided into three types: awakening, random, and daily.
The first one has never been triggered.
The second one... I'm not sure. Anyway, it's a random task that gives you random points and random materials.
The third seemingly simplest daily task is the main source of points.
[Constant daily life: Randomly select a lucky ghost and save it, and you will be rewarded with 300 points.]
[Rotation Daily 1: At 12 noon, the fat orange cat sleeping in the school atrium has a 500 yen coin under his body. Please take the coin to yourself and you will be rewarded with 100 points. 】
[Rotation Daily 2: At 4:05 pm, purchase all the Pepsi-Cola in the third row of the vending machine in front of the school building, triggering the vending machine's 0.005% grand prize probability, and awarding 100 points. 】
Complete three daily tasks to get 500 points.
You can buy 2.5 popsicles for the snow girl baby!
Turning off the system, Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help laughing out loud at his idea.
Such a good system can only be used as a training game in my hands. Thinking about it, it is quite a waste...
However, as soon as this regretful thought emerged, he was swept out of his mind.
As a "young master" who was born noble, he has innate conditions that most monsters in the world cannot match. There is no need to rely on external forces such as the system to become stronger.
I!
Fujiwara Izaya was born to be strong!
Such a wonderful slogan flashed through his mind, and a wonderful fighting spirit suddenly ignited in Fujiwara Izaya's heart. He hummed "Fly to the blue sky" and sprinted faster with his feet.
Just as he was about to turn the corner and leave the bank of the Sumida River, a scream suddenly came to his ears.
Fujiwara Izaya followed the sound.
In front of a Western-style pastry shop next to the river, a woman was riding a Honda Coyote motorcycle with a basket of bread. She exclaimed and kept turning the accelerator, heading straight down the Sumida River.
The heroic spirit of dying scared Fujiwara Izaya. When he reacted, the woman had already rushed into the river with her car.
"Plop——"
There was a splash of water.
"Ah, Gu——"
A short exclamation sounded, and was interrupted by the sound of water pouring.
Then came the sound of intense splashing of water, a splashing sound, the surface of the river churning, and ripples spreading out in circles.
If you don't drown, you will die of stupidity... Fujiwara Izaya ran over quickly, dove into the water, quickly swam to the woman's side, grabbed one of her arms and swam to the shore.
result……
The woman grabbed his arm.
After she got close to him, her hands directly hugged Fujiwara Izaya's neck, and her legs were wrapped around him for some reason, as tight as an octopus.
Being held so closely by a woman, apart from being able to feel the softness of her body, it felt quite uncomfortable.
At this time, Fujiwara Izaya couldn't move at all. Let alone swim back to shore, it was a bit difficult to even surface.
It's really hard to do.
In desperation, he could only slap the water with both hands as much as possible and drag the woman upwards.
The two heads were barely above the water.
"You, don't do this..., let me, grululu..."
Just as Fujiwara Izaya shouted, the woman panicked and pushed his head back under the water.
She herself also said "ah", and then also started to "gurgle".
"You...let me swim, Gululu..."
"Save me...Gululu..."
"I'm saving...Gululu..."
It is said that even people who are good at water will be affected by the panicked posture of the drowning person when rescuing them, and they will eventually die together.
Fortunately, Fujiwara Izaya is a youkai, otherwise he would have been seventeen.
After exhaling all the air in his lungs, he sank directly to the bottom of the river and carried the woman from the bottom of the water to the wet steps on the shore. It took a lot of effort to drag her ashore.
He was soaked all over and looked miserable.
The woman wasn't much better either. She lay on the ground and kept vomiting out the water in her stomach, and the sound of vomiting kept making.
"Hey, please," Fujiwara Izaya turned around with a helpless tone: "If you don't know how to drive a motorcycle, just ride a bicycle. It doesn't matter if you go slower or if you are tired, at least you won't hurt others."
"Yes, I'm sorry..."
As she spoke, the woman lay down on the ground and vomited again. Water droplets continued to seep from the tips of her hair, her soaked clothes clung to her delicate body, and her slender legs trembled slightly.
In Tokyo in April, the temperature in the morning and evening was only around 10 degrees Celsius. Her lips turned blue from the cold, which was quite pitiful.
Fujiwara Izaya waved his hand in front of her: "Are you okay?"
"Thank you, thank you..." The woman sat up, holding her knees with her hands, and said in a shy voice: "First, it's my first time to drive a motorcycle. I don't know how to stop it..."
Fujiwara Izaya, who was still a little pity for her, was suddenly confused and asked loudly: "How did you get your driver's license?"
The woman tilted her head slightly and looked at him with confusion.
I don't know why...
Her expression of "What is a driver's license?" gave Fujiwara Izaya an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen her before somewhere.
It's just an illusion...
"Forget it, be careful next time."
"Oh...bye, bye."
Fujiwara Izaya shrugged, turned around and ran back towards Asakusa Shrine.
Early in the morning, I met a stupid woman who drowned in the river. When I rescued her, I was forced to drink a few mouthfuls of river water. It was unlucky.
But when he thought that the woman was even more pitiful, not only did she fall into the river, but she also lost her motorcycle, Fujiwara Rin suddenly felt a lot better.
Besides...
If you think about it on the bright side, if the stupid woman soaked in the river for so long, wouldn't the water she drank be the beauty's bath water? In turn, she also drank her own bath water, right?
This is called a two-way romance!
Um.
That must be the case.
Fujiwara Izaya has always been an open-minded little monster. Even if such a bad thing happened so early in the morning, his mood was not greatly affected. After running for two steps, he started humming at the top of his lungs.
"A sparrow fell into the water, fell into the water, fell into the water...and was swept away by the water."
Behind him, Yukino Riho was still sitting on the bank with her body curled up, listening to the exotic folk songs he sang, and watching him disappear at the other end of the street.