flstandardbreds Chapter 287 The Green-Eyed Weirdo
Chapter 287 The Green-Eyed Weirdo
The train runs smoothly on the track.
Because it was early morning after the holiday and we were in business class, there were not many people in the carriage.
A quick glance showed that there were only about eight or nine people sitting in scattered seats, some looking down at their phones, some leaning back in their seats with their eyes closed, and basically no sound was made.
Although it is December now, it is not very harsh. In terms of physical sensation, the temperature is not even half as cold as last winter. Perhaps this has something to do with global warming.
I bought a window seat with a good view. Outside the window, fields covered with withered yellow grass, low rolling hills, leafless trees, dark tunnels, and the moon and stars in the sky that had not yet been completely hidden by the sun, all flashed by with the wheels of the fast-moving train.
The heater wasn't on, but when the car was parked on track, a slightly cooler breeze would blow in, which I thought was just right.
It is desolate and quiet, and in the quietness there is a rare sense of comfort.
I was too lazy to check my phone or watch movies, so I put on my headphones and randomly turned on a piece of music, which happened to be Ryuichi Sakamoto's "Merry Christsmaswrence". I felt inexplicably lonely, but also very appropriate for the occasion.
There was a flicker of light on the glass window. I reached out and tapped it, then whispered to the outside of the window, "Merry Christmas."
The festival has clearly passed and I don’t know who I was saying this to.
Just at this moment, the seat next to me sank slightly. I instinctively turned my head and saw someone sitting down.
The first impression he gave was that he was very tall.
He was almost a head taller than me, wearing a dark grey mask that revealed a pair of deep dark green eyes, and looked like someone who was not someone to be trifled with.
Of course, I had no intention of provoking him.
The man was holding a large mountaineering bag, which was bulging and full.
He picked it up easily in one hand and when he placed it at his feet, it made a heavy thud.
"Yes, it will be here in about two hours." The green-eyed man took out his cell phone from his pocket and said this to the person on the other end of the line.
"Huh? Talking about business, isn't that what you're supposed to do?"
Wearing headphones, I didn't want to listen to other people's conversations, and his voice wasn't that loud. But I don't know if it was because the distance was too close or my ears were too sensitive, but almost every word this guy said fell into my ears completely.
"If you can't spare the time, ask that kid to go," he said. "I've raised him for more than ten years, it's time to put him to good use."
Why does it sound a bit like...
"If he doesn't obey, just give him a beating." He said, "He's pretty resistant to beatings anyway."
The person on the other side seemed to be refut- ing this view vehemently.
"Why didn't I hear you say such words when he let those two wild dogs bite me?"
Me: “........” No need to be like that, this is definitely a big brother who is involved in gangsterism!
Aren't they all aging together? How come someone so young suddenly appeared? He looks only in his thirties...
After hanging up the phone, he put down his phone, glanced in my direction nonchalantly, and then frowned as if he had seen someone extraordinary.
"Why do you look familiar to me?"
Me: “............” I think you look a bit strange to me.
Are all the pick-up lines these days so blunt? Just do it forcefully.
I stepped back a little and said timidly, "I'm sorry, I don't apply for a card, I don't top up, I don't work out, I don't buy insurance, I don't need three-no cosmetics and health products, and I don't have money to pay protection fees, thank you."
"Tsk." He glanced at me and said, "Who cares about your little money?"
I feel relieved but also feel uncomfortable being looked down upon.
"What's your name?"
No one would believe that you don't care about money. Also, no matter how stupid I am, I can't tell you my real name. If they find my personal information and then carry out various frauds or threats and intimidation activities, I will not be able to survive.
Even if we take a step back and say that this person is not a gangster, anyone would find it strange if a stranger who has no relationship with me suddenly asked me my name.
Wait....could he be interested in me?!
"What's that look in your eyes?" He stroked his hair and said unhappily, "No matter how horny I am, I won't do anything to you."
Me: “..........” The content of the call was about fighting and dog bites. After the call was over, he thought I looked familiar and asked me my name. Any normal person would think you had ulterior motives.
Now you act like you're overthinking it. What does that mean?
I bought a ticket for the earliest train for the sake of peace and quiet, but in the end I still met strange people on the train.
Is the frequency a bit too high recently?! I have already prayed for a lucky charm for a smooth trip!
No... Even though he is very tall, with extremely well-developed muscles in his arms and shoulders, and even his sitting posture looks so strong that it makes people tremble, I am not a pushover.
He is a genius that I finally found after searching the entire company. He is a martial arts genius who can carry more than 50 kilograms of objects at a time, sprint a hundred meters to the second floor, and fall from a high platform without any injury. Why should I be afraid of him?
"Sir," I puffed out my chest, pretending to be fearless, and asked confidently, "What does my name have to do with you? Who are you to ask me?"
"How do you know there is no relationship?" he said. "Only if you tell me the name can I judge whether there is any relationship or not."
Me: “.........” I really wanted to ask the flight attendant to come over, call the police and have him arrested.
"Come on, young lady." He crossed his arms and squinted at me. "It's just a name. Is it that hard to answer?"
Yes, it is difficult to answer because I don’t want to tell you at all and I can’t think of a suitable pseudonym for a while, what should I do…
"My name is Rika Furute."
"Furu Te Rika?" He frowned and asked with a tone of disbelief and doubt, "Is that your name?"
"Yes, that's my name. Do you have any objection?"
This is the name of a supporting character in an old suspense anime that was released nearly twenty years ago. I bet a gangster boss like him doesn't remember or even know him.
But I really like this role.
"No more." He looked away and leaned back in his seat with a lack of interest. "I have no impression of this name."
"We don't know each other. I really recognized the wrong person."
In the next two hours, he did not glance at me again. He just lowered his head and looked at the messages on his mobile phone intently, as if he was studying the "business" he had just talked about on the phone.
Whatever happens, just ignore me.
I breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
Although... although I am not afraid of him, it is better to have less trouble than more. I am here on a business trip. It is never good to get into trouble!
It’s definitely not because I’m afraid of conflict!
However, it seems that I was happy too early.
After arriving in Kyoto, I followed the planned route, pulling my small suitcase towards the hotel, but this guy was walking slowly behind me, not too far away.
.......are you following me?