Chapter 776

Found a place to sit down along the way.

Iori Kitahara sat beside the newly met kid, licked a bite of ice cream, and exhaled a cool breath comfortably.

Eating ice cream in summer... cool~~

Of course, the one who paid was this junior high school student beside him.

"By the way, I want five cans of ice beer, a bottle of water of life (96), is that okay?"

This shameless look.

The barrage exploded.

Damn, I've opened my eyes today, even cheating a junior high student's pocket money.

The boy wearing a school uniform white shirt and black pants bought a bottle of beer obediently, looking quite introverted, and said in a low voice: "Shinji, Shinji Ikari."

"Shinji Ikari, I'm Iori Kitahara, don't worry, I'll cover you from now on; come, have a drink too, drinking ice beer in summer is cool as hell."

Iori Kitahara drank a bottle in one gulp and threw another one over heartily.

"Minors can't drink... knife."

424. Hundreds of millions of people suffocated, does it mean us?

Before he finished speaking, Shinji Ikari's figure stopped abruptly, took three steps back, and discovered in horror that the clothes on the uncle in front of him were getting less and less like jumping frames.

Could it be... the legendary gay in the big city?

And now, he is also deliberately approaching him, wanting to do something to him?

Instantly.

No matter how introverted and closed he is, the boy named Shinji Ikari panicked, his chrysanthemum tightened, and his dancing hands turned into an electric fan: "I'm not, I don't have, please don't look for me..."

So scary...

Big cities are really scary!!

"???"

Iori Kitahara was confused, looked down at his shorts with bare arms.

Isn't he wearing clothes properly?

Just at this moment.

Iori Kitahara, who was flushed from drinking, had a sharp look in his eyes, and his body flashed to the side as if teleporting.

Then came a gunshot.

He just happened to bump into the bullet that should have passed by, and a blood flower exploded on his shoulder.

He looked up a bit confused.

Across the street.

Stood a purple-haired woman in a jacket holding a smoking pistol, looking even more confused.

She was shooting at the empty space four or five meters to the side, it was impossible to hit.

And this is a large-caliber special firearm, a normal person would have a hole the size of an arm with one shot, is this pervert who molested the junior high student really human?

Wait.

At this time, ordinary people have gone to the shelter, where did the pervert come from?

Spy?

But is your spy's method of approaching the target too outrageous?

Uh... no, maybe precisely so, after the misunderstanding is cleared, it can instead shorten the distance.

Damn.

Clearly it's the first day of picking up the Evangelion Unit-01 pilot, was the intelligence leaked?

Lightning fast in his mind, Misato Katsuragi took a step forward, bent her elbows, leaned her center of gravity forward, minimized the exposure area, and roared in a standard Weaver shooting stance: "Raise your hands, who are you, which force sent you? What are you doing approaching him?"

"Uh... you listen to my sophistry... no, explanation."

Iori Kitahara raised his beer blankly, looking at the woman who looked a bit like his purple-haired senior: "No, I cheated two cans of beer to cool off, it's not worth using a gun, right?"

Everyone in the live broadcast room laughed stupidly.

"Damn, God, drinking, who the hell takes off their clothes when drinking, the streamer is a iron gay."

"Uh? Shouldn't you take off your clothes when drinking? ~From a certain diving club."

"???, may I ask if your drinking is serious?"

"Is taking off clothes when drinking a serious person? Do serious people take off clothes when drinking? Streamer, suggest surrendering on the spot."

"Am I the only one who noticed this purple-haired big sister? So cool."

"More than cool, this reaction, this standard posture, definitely is an armed person who has undergone strict training, damn, this broken world looks like it has many stories."

"Yes, and the identity of the kid the streamer is chatting up seems to be unusual."

"Nonsense, that big sister clearly is ready to shoot at any time."

"Streamer, surrender, don't make the beauty difficult."

"Yes, streamer, don't be too selfish, sacrifice yourself to create a performance for the beauty~~"

Live broadcast room.

A group of old guys looking for fun said sarcastic words.

But Iori Kitahara looked at the barrage brushing down on the side of his field of vision, and he was stupid.

"Damn, live... broadcast room?!!!"

"Is this service still provided now?"

Damn.

Wouldn't it be that the big shot is actually bored, threw me over to watch as a reality show?

Don't know why.

Iori Kitahara inexplicably felt that the fact was like this, and his heart was filled with tears.

Let's make a deal, Brother Shu, he is just a rigid and serious college student, he knows a few scumbags will definitely make trouble.

More suitable for this arduous task.

……

Reality.

Izu University.

In the classroom with a stepped layout.

"Ah-choo~~!"

Yamamoto, whose appearance is hard to describe, rubbed his nose and suddenly smiled ambiguously: "Could it be that some beauty is thinking of me?"

"Pfft~~"

Mitarai and Nojima looked at each other and almost laughed out loud.

"Well, if a beauty among female gorillas counts..."

Yamamoto's forehead veins jumped; "Do you two guys want to fight?"

Ponytail man Nojima shrugged: "Then it means Kitahara has some wicked thing that needs you to carry the pot?"

"Hmm! Hmm!"

Squinting eyes Mitarai nodded repeatedly, suddenly thinking of something, and opened his eyes a slit: "If I remember correctly, Kitahara broke through..."

Although B-rank doesn't have as much status as before.

But A is different, that is stepping into the third rank, it is a qualitative change, and it is also a high-rank mage now.

Could it be because he broke through, so...

"He didn't go on a date with a girl, did he?"

Silence.

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

"Although I don't want to admit it, Kitahara might really be a genius."

Nojima said gloomily.

"Hmm, hmm, it's normal for geniuses to be liked by girls."

Yamamoto nodded with a smile.

"So... kill him!!!"

Grabbing ice picks, hammers, chainsaws from nowhere, the four evil ghost eyes lit up with terrifying killing intent.