The Strongest Girlfriend Insists That She is An Ordinary Person

“Teacher Xiao Tao, you eat this—” Wujo Satoru eagerly served Lianye peach leaves with vegetables.

In the hot weather, the hot pot restaurant was fully air-conditioned, and it couldn’t resist the hot steam gushing out of the hot hot pot. Saitama raised his eyes inadvertently, and white smoke with a strong hot pot smell floated in his direction.

Saitama:  …

His eyes followed the white smoke.

Bai Yan followed the route he was supposed to take, and floated in front of Ronino Momoha and Wujo Satoru, as if there was a barrier, there was no way to go forward, and he fluttered back.

Saitama took out the wet towel by the table, and wiped his shiny head, which was steamed by the heat, with a dead eye.

Wujogou, who used no lower limit to block the smoke for his girlfriend, did not feel that he was a single dog at all. He still smiled and kept adding vegetables and drinks to Lianye Taoye. The same two people on the opposite side.

Saitama’s high-class Wagyu beef paused.

The meat in the mouth has no taste.

He turned his head and looked at Genos beside him without leaving a trace. The latter still swept the meatballs from the hot pot into his bowl with a unknowing face, gulps down the drink regardless of the waiter’s secret examination.

Ah, yes, after all, the spiciness of the peach leaves is not acceptable to everyone.

It’s good to be slow.

He now feels that the top of his head is like a 100 million kilowatt light bulb that keeps glowing.

Because he is different from Genos, he is a single dog who is not slow and can read the air, so he feels uneasy, and it is very uncomfortable to be stabbed by the bright show of affection in front of him.

So he put down his chopsticks after eating five high-grade Wagyu beef.

Love Ye Momoba secretly looked at his wallet, and his heart was secretly bleeding.

Fortunately, I didn’t take Saitama-sensei and Genos to eat some kaiseki dishes, otherwise she would probably be doing dishes in the back kitchen by now.

After eating, plus the delay in picking up the refrigerator and watching the show, by the time they walked out of the hot pot restaurant, the sky was completely dark. Fortunately, the Shinkansen runs 24 hours a day.

to the station.

“What, didn’t you give it?” Saitama was stunned.

The security guard squeezed out a forced smile, “Yes sir, this… a refrigerator? You can’t go on the Shinkansen.”

Who would go on the Shinkansen carrying a refrigerator in the middle of the night!

“But, there is no such rule, right?” Saitama scratched his head and put down the refrigerator on his shoulder. He had never heard of a Shinkansen ticket or something. Don’t they all leave after buying a ticket?

“That’s right, because the summit is going to be held recently, and there have been frequent terrorist attacks in Tokyo recently, so…” The voices of the security guards became smaller and smaller, and the smiles on their faces became more and more reluctant.

He secretly glanced at the refrigerator wrapped in a cardboard box.

There’s no such thing as… a bomb.

Saitama looked at the trembling look of the security inspector, sighed, did not force it, and came out with the refrigerator on his back.

“Teacher, what’s wrong?” Ronino Momoba noticed that Saitama’s simple face was a little disappointed.

Saitama took a long sigh and lifted the refrigerator, “Forget it… let’s go back.”

“Go… go back?” Even Kono Taoye was slightly startled, “From here, to City Z?”

“Not necessarily… If I see a bus stop on the way, I’ll take the bus and go back. I’ll always go out of Tokyo first.” Saitama said with no expression.

Who would have thought that Tokyo could be so unstable, it was completely different from what he saw in the newspapers, and it was an eye-opener for him, who could be regarded as a countryman, not to mention Z City.

Saitama glanced at Genos, one of the two carried two large bags of discounted goods stuffed with laundry detergent and toilet paper, and the other carried a huge refrigerator as tall as one person, “I’m bothering you today, then we’ll go back first.”

Kono Momoba hesitated for a while, she was thinking about whether to stay with Saitama and Genos for the night, and then she would think of a way tomorrow, Gojo Satoru held her shoulders and opened the mouth first with a smile.

“Then let me find a car.”

Although he said a question sentence, it did not contain any inquiries, and he had already taken out his mobile phone from his pocket and turned on the screen.

“At this time, look for a car?” Rianye Taoye looked at her phone, and it was half past eleven. At this time, even a taxi might not be found, not to mention…

Doing a taxi across the city will be bankrupt.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Wujo Satoru fiddled with his mobile phone without raising his head, put his big hand on the head of Rianye Taoye, and rubbed her head around with a smile on his face, “It’s a piece of cake.”

Kono Momoye just wanted to say something, Wujo Satoru raised the phone to her ear, Kono Momoye keenly heard the call, so she closed her mouth, Wujo Satoru lightly stroked her with his fingers and wrinkled slightly raised her eyebrows, and poked her forehead with a smile, “Hey—”

“That’s right, it’s me. Find a car and come over here on the Shinkansen…Is ten minutes enough?” His tone of voice when he called was completely different from when he usually talked to her, and Kono Momoba couldn’t help but look at him. In the past, Gojo Satoru seemed to have noticed her gaze, smiled, and covered her head with a big hand.

His line of sight was blocked by him, his hair was rubbed and he could only hear his voice, “Come in any car, um, you need to ask me about this kind of thing? When you get to Z city, remember to top up the gas. .”

He hung up the phone with a click.

Lianye Taoye hesitated for a while, but still said, “If you want to cheer up… come here, ten minutes is not enough, right?”

“Enough.” Gojo Satoru answered without hesitation.

Sure enough, without his words, a black car stopped in front of them within five minutes. The dark car was brand new as if it had never been driven before, and the windows were still tightly affixed with privacy films.

It’s more like mafia than Zhongye’s car…

Love Ye Taoye secretly sighed in his heart.

“Dong dong dong——” Wujo Satoru knocked on the car window, put his hand on his forehead with a smile on his face, and waved, “These two people will trouble you to send to Z city.”

It’s more of a threat than a request.

There are even more sighs in Kono Momoba’s heart. What exactly does Teacher Gojo do at home? When he recalled before, he looked like he was not interested in traditional culture, but he was able to wear kimonos skillfully…

It’s not really some kind of group of five, is it?

The driver didn’t get out of the car, Kono Momoha helped Saitama-sensei to open the trunk. Fortunately, the trunk was big enough. They struggled for a while before stuffing the cardboard box. Genos opened the rear door and two The big bag of laundry detergent collided and made a rattling sound.

“Then we’ll go back, I’m really bothering you today.” Saitama’s straight eyes swept across Kono Momoha’s face, then fell on Gojo Satoru, and paused.

Could he be a super rich man?

First, the young lady of the Suzuki chaebol, and then the super rich boyfriend. After Aino arrived in Tokyo, what kind of person did he meet to write?

Especially this guy.

Saitama’s eyes drifted over the smiling Gojo Satoru without leaving a trace.

He opened the car door, got in the car, and said nothing, “Jeno…”

Genos, who had put things in the back seat, was not sitting in the car. Saitama was stunned and looked out the window.

Genos was beside Lianye Taoye, and he leaned into her ear and asked in a low voice, “Senior sister, Master told me… You are a blue-eyed collector, what do you mean?”

Lianye Taoye was stunned for a moment, “What?”

“!” This idiot, is it possible to ask such words like this! !

Saitama’s bald head slid down an obvious cold sweat, he immediately got out of the car, picked up Genos, and squeezed out a smile, “I’m sorry, this kid Genos is talking nonsense again, don’t care, he is talking nonsense— —”

“What, Master isn’t you—” Did you say that to me?

Before Genos’ suspicious gaze was passed on to Saitama, Saitama covered his mouth.

Like a chicken, he rudely stuffed Genos into the car, slammed the door shut, leaned out of the car window, and shook his hand with a warm smile at Kono Momoha and Gojo Satoru, and then quickly Indent into the car.

“Hurry up and drive—” Saitama urged as soon as he retracted into the car.

He just thought about it in his heart, when did he say it? Genos also heard that Genos was a heartless man, and even ran to Kono to ask her. Saitama looked at Genos who was sitting in the back seat, and the latter blinked at him with a pure expression. Obviously don’t know what’s wrong.

…Forget it, go back and educate him.

Saitama had a headache.

There shouldn’t be a problem, right? What he stopped was just in time. He thought with a guilty conscience, it should be… No?

Love Ye Taoye looked at the car as if it was escaping for a while, and rode away, leaving only the billowing dust, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the amber eyes moved.

Blue-eyed collecting fetish…?

Saitama-sensei and Genos said?

What’s the meaning?

Lianye Taoye touched her chin, puzzled. She could understand the word separately, but when combined, she couldn’t understand it at all.

She glanced at Gojo Go, Gojo Go was staring straight at the direction the car was driving away, seemingly unaware of her gaze, looking forward, her lips pursed into a straight line, dazed, as if she was in a daze.

The white light of the street lamp fell on his side face, and the half of his face that was blocked by the blindfold showed no expression. When he was silent, he was noisy and noisy, just like two people.

It was rare to see such a quiet expression on his face.

Lianye Taoye touched his arm. It was strange. It was obviously July and August, but it felt a little cold. Is it because autumn was coming soon?

Yep, it’s late at night after all.

She poked Wujou’s shoulder, “Go back.”

“…” Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, then turned his head and smiled brightly at her, “Well, okay.”

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