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Chapter 387 Equipment Selection, Taking Advantage of the Vulnerability
Chapter 387 Equipment Selection, Taking Advantage of the Vulnerability
The next day, when Rentaro Satomi got up, he saw two adjacent futons on the floor. The futon in one of the futons was empty, while the futon in the other, which was brand new, was bulging.
The boy walked over and lifted the lid, and sure enough, he saw his own girl, the originator, sleeping with her arms around his neck like a sloth.
Rentaro Satomi's lips twitched, his feelings were a bit complicated, like a daughter he had raised suddenly going off with a blond guy.
Just as he pulled the blanket back over himself, he discovered that the boy had opened his eyes and was looking at him.
Good morning, Broly.
"Good morning."
"Yeonju's sleeping posture is a bit off."
"It's alright, I'm used to being bothered while I'm sleeping."
Broly broke free from the girl's embrace, crawled out of bed, and stretched.
"Won't you sleep a little longer?"
"I've had enough rest."
"Go wash up, I'll make breakfast. By the way, is fried eggs and bread okay for breakfast?"
Broly nodded.
"Aren't you going to wake her up?"
Pointing to Aihara Enju in the quilt, she asked the boy who was walking towards the kitchen.
"There'll be some time after making breakfast, let her sleep a little longer."
After Broly finished washing up, Rentaro Satomi served him breakfast.
Then, this person, like a mother hen, went to wake the girl up.
Lan Yuan Yanzhu was a little dazed, but she immediately perked up when she heard that it was almost eight o'clock.
She quickly changed her clothes, ran to the bathroom, and brushed her teeth and washed up with the boy.
When she came out, she was a girl full of energy again.
"What are you all going out to do?"
Broly looked at Aihara Enju, who had her backpack on, and asked the boy who was changing his shoes at the entrance.
"Yeonjoo and I are still students. I'll take her to school later, and then I'll go to school by myself."
Rentaro Satomi explained.
"So, what do you need me to do?"
Broly wanted to ask about the job duties; he didn't yet know what Tendo Agency did.
"you……"
The boy hesitated for a moment, then said, "Come with me to school, I'll take you to see someone."
"Who is it?"
Broly asked curiously.
"My sponsor."
The boy answered.
"That's the woman who's keeping Rentaro as a mistress!"
Added by Aihara Enju.
"Don't listen to Yeonju's nonsense. That's our agency's equipment sponsor. They own a weapons company. The weapons I'm wearing and Yeonju's shoes were given to me by them. I'll take you there and see if we can get you a set of sponsored equipment too."
Rentaro Satomi pushed his bicycle out the door, and Enju Aihara jumped onto the back seat, making room for him in front.
"Broly, you sit in front of me."
The Saiyan boy didn't refuse and sat on the back of the bicycle, leaning against the girl.
The boy rode his bicycle very fast and soon arrived in front of a school with a sign that read "Goutian Elementary School".
"Enju!"
A girl seemed to be waiting for something at the school gate, and upon seeing Aihara Enju, she immediately waved in their direction.
Good morning, Xiaochuan.
Did you watch "The Girl Who Killed Heaven" yesterday?
"I saw it."
"Red Sauce's Magic Flash, isn't it incredibly powerful?"
"Yeah, that's amazing."
The two girls chatted and laughed as they walked together toward the school gate.
Before entering the school gate, Aihara Enju turned around and waved in this direction.
"Gouda High School is on the other side."
After the girl entered the school, Rentaro Satomi took Broly to his own school.
However, since Gouda High School is a high-class private school, it does not allow outsiders to enter.
He had no choice but to take Broly over the wall to get into the school.
Rentaro Satomi went directly to the student council.
"Hey, that's rare, Satomi. You actually came to see me so early in the morning. Have you finally come to your senses and decided to leave Tendo's agency and join my company?"
A girl in a furisode kimono, holding an iron fan, was somewhat surprised that the boy had come to see her so early in the morning, and asked him why.
"No, that's not it. I actually came to you because of this child."
Rentaro Satomi stepped aside, allowing Miori Shima to see the boy behind him.
"Huh? I don't remember having a child with you out of wedlock?"
Sima Weizhi looked at the boy, narrowed her eyes, and asked.
"This is Sima Weizhi, the daughter of Sima Heavy Industries, and she is the equipment sponsor of our Tiantong Agency. This is Broly, a new employee that Tiantong Agency just hired yesterday."
Rentaro Satomi ignored Miori Shima's words and began to introduce the two of them to each other.
"That's really cold."
Sima Weizhi felt awkward and then looked at the boy with some suspicion.
"Recruiting such a young child as an employee? Could it be that your agency is already out of money and that woman, Tendo Kisara, is trying to use this child to swindle equipment from our company and then resell it outside?"
"How could that be? Kisara-nee would never do such a thing. Broly earned her recognition through his own abilities and was recruited into our agency."
Rentaro Satomi directly denied it.
"Alright, I'm willing to believe everything you say, Rentaro."
Sima Weizhi closed his fan, put on a fake smile, and said just that.
"Click~"
She pressed the switch, and the wall next to her suddenly opened, revealing a darkroom.
"Take any equipment here that catches your eye."
Inside the darkroom, various equipment was on display, ranging from small daggers to large rocket launchers.
Armor, cold weapons, and firearms—everything is available.
"Are you really not afraid of an accidental fire that blows up the school?"
Rentaro Satomi stared at the box of high-explosive grenades in the glass safe, his eyes twitching involuntarily.
"Ha, the grenades my family makes are world-class; they won't accidentally go off."
Sima Weizhi said with great confidence.
"Can I take any equipment here?"
Broly then asked.
"Heavy firearms are not suitable for resale, so I don't recommend you take them. Apart from that, you can take anything else as long as you can lift it."
Sima Weizhi replied.
"Hey, hey, hey, you're not exactly believing me at all!"
As Rentaro Satomi was making sarcastic remarks, he saw Broly walking straight toward Miori Shiba.
"Huh?!"
Just as Sima Miori was about to deliver a few sarcastic remarks to her rival, Tendo Kisara, she lost her balance.
When she came to her senses, she found herself being held in the arms of the boy who had brought her, in a princess carry with his arms outstretched.
"I've made my choice, I want this piece of equipment."
Broly decisively chose Sima Weizhi as his equipment.
The reason is not surprising: Crystal Palace has acknowledged the other party's identity as a target for their pursuit.
*Smack!*
Rentaro Satomi slapped his forehead, feeling his head grow bigger.
How the hell can you pick out equipment and steal the equipment sponsors?
"Broly, this is a person, not equipment."
He had to remind the boy of something.
"Giggle giggle..."
After Sima Weizhi realized what was happening, she covered her mouth with her fan and laughed.
"Satomi, where did you find this kid? He has such a... well, such good taste! Let him choose the equipment here, and he immediately picked out my best and most expensive piece of equipment!"
"Well, this is a bit complicated."
"Then there's no need to say more. I find this kid very pleasing to the eye, and I'll take care of all his personal equipment from now on."
Sima Weizhi made the promise directly.
"I don't need any other equipment, I just need you, okay?"
Broly asked the question.
"Oh ho ho, it's a little wolfhound, too bad I'm not into shota."
Besides, my sister already has another well-behaved puppy.
She glanced meaningfully at the boy beside her.
"So, I can't let you pick it and make it your personal equipment."
Sima Weizhi rubbed the Saiyan's head with her hand and then got down from the boy's arms.
Broly: "..."
This is the third time I've been rejected in this world when looking for a wife.
"Ding~"
Just then, Rentaro Satomi's cell phone rang.
"Feed~"
The signal in the darkroom was bad, so he went outside to answer it.
Do you prefer firearms or melee weapons?
Sima Weizhi was in the room, asking the boy what kind of equipment he needed.
"What? You mean Yeonju...?"
"What happened to little Enju?"
Two heads, one large and one small, one tall and one short, peeked out from the darkroom and asked.
"Rumors are circulating at the elementary school that Enju is a cursed child, and the head teacher of her class wants me to come over for a talk now..."
Rentaro Satomi's expression was not very good. Only then did he suddenly remember what Hiruko Kagetane had said before leaving yesterday.
"Bang!"
Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!
The boy punched the wall next to him, leaving a dent.
"I'll leave Broly in your care for now. I'm heading to Yeonju School."
Rentaro Satomi left the boy in the care of Miori Shima before running off.
"Is it bad that Enju's identity as the cursed child has been exposed?"
Broly sat in the office for a while and noticed that Sima Weizhi's expression was also somewhat heavy, so he couldn't help but ask her a question.
"Yeah, that's bad, I might get expelled."
The girl in the kimono nodded.
Why?
Broly was somewhat puzzled.
"Little Broly, don't you know that ordinary people in society shun the cursed child?"
Sima Weizhi countered with a question.
"I know, but when Yeonju went to school this morning, there were people waiting for her at the school gate. They must have been her friends. They were chatting and laughing together. Would she be ostracized for that?"
Broly asked.
"The more friends you make and the better the relationships you have, the more deeply you will be hurt when you are rejected by these people."
Now, all we can hope for is that Enju will deny being the cursed child.
Sima Weizhi rubbed her temples, leaned back in her office chair, and sighed.
"Splash..."
Just as Sima Weizhi was about to look over when such a sound came from the side, a gust of wind suddenly swept up in the office.
"Where did this strong wind come from? This window was open just now!"
When the storm subsided and they were able to open their eyes, they saw that some paper documents had been blown everywhere. Sima Weizhi looked at the open window with a puzzled expression.
"Hey, where's Broly?"
Turning her head again, she found that the boy was no longer in her private office in the student council.
. . . .
While Rentaro Satomi was still pedaling his bicycle toward Gouda Elementary School, Broly had already found the girl who had run home.
Lan Yuan Enju threw her red schoolbag on the table and sat alone on the floor with her head down. She looked dejected and listless, as if she had been greatly shocked.
"You haven't denied being the child of the curse?"
Broly entered the room through the window and asked the dejected girl.
"ah?!"
The sudden sound made Aihara Enju shuffle back a short distance like a startled rabbit.
"Hey, Broly, it's you! You're back?"
The girl breathed a sigh of relief after realizing it was Broly.
"I've heard that your identity as the 'Child of the Curse' has spread throughout your school. Haven't you denied that you're not the 'Child of the Curse'?"
Broly asked again.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky outside, looking like it was about to rain.
"I am the child of the curse, why should I deny it?"
Enju Aihara picked up the TV remote.
"By the way, do you want to watch TV?"
As she asked the question, she turned on the television.
"Children of the curse are rejected, don't you know that?"
Broly wasn't swayed by the change of topic. Instead, he looked at the girl who was pretending nothing had happened and continued to ask.
A girl's expression can be deceiving, but her happiness level doesn't lie.
She was sad and disappointed; the smile on her face was just a facade.
"I know, but I thought they would be different, that even after knowing I was a cursed child, they would still be willing to remain my friends..."
When Aihara Enju was questioned, she couldn't keep up the pretense any longer and started crying and yelling at the boy.
"Did those people ostracize you?"
On the Crystal Palace panel, the girl's happiness value had dropped to 0. If it weren't for the fact that there was no negative number displayed, Broly would have no doubt that her current happiness value would be negative.
"Tick-tock..."
It started raining outside.
"We get along really well, we're best friends who can talk about anything, but..."
Broly sat down next to Aihara Enju, listening to the girl's venting ramblings.
"You don't need to feel sad at all. People who distance themselves from you because of some shortcomings can't be considered your friends at all."
After Broly finished speaking, he added, "If my wife Megumin were here, she would definitely comfort you in the same way."
"Well, thank you so much for your wife Huihui's comforting words."
Lan Yuan Enju thanked her softly, but her energy level remained low.
Seeing this, Broly encouraged him further, "So, cheer up, because you don't have any real friends at school!"
Enju Aihara: "..."
She was heartbroken and speechless at this point.
"No friends"—is that something to say to comfort someone?
"Broly, has anyone ever told you before that you're good at comforting people?"
"Uh, no, but am I good at comforting people?"
Aihara Enju took a deep breath, and the words "Yeah, right" turned into "At least, I feel a little better now."
"So, I have this kind of skill!"
Broly looked down at his hands, his face showing a serious expression as if he had suddenly discovered he possessed some kind of latent ability.
"puff……"
The rabbit girl was amused by the Saiyan boy's serious expression, and snot bubbles even came out of her nose.
"What's wrong?"
Broly didn't understand her reaction, so he looked over and asked her about it.
"No, I just suddenly thought of something funny."
Lan Yuanyanzhu quickly grabbed some tissues and wiped the snot off her nose.
After wiping it, he remained silent for a moment before asking, "Hey, Broly, can I consider you a real friend?"
"Would you like to be my wife?"
Broly countered with a question.
"If I don't want to be your wife, does that mean I can't consider you a true friend?"
Aihara Enju's eyes, red from crying, were staring at him.
"That's not entirely true."
Broly shook his head, denying that he had friends besides his wife.
"However, there are many advantages to being my wife."
"What are the benefits?"
Enju Aihara asked out of curiosity.
"If someone makes you sad, I'll help you beat that person up, something like that."
"That's not a big benefit. If I can hit someone, I can do it myself."
The girl pouted.
"There are other benefits as well."
"What are the benefits?"
"Give you a massage, scrub your back, spar with you, or grant your wishes, and so on."
Broly continued.
"A wish? Well, my wish right now is simply to find a true friend, without any other conditions. Can you help me make that happen?"
"Uh, okay then."
Broly was somewhat disappointed, but he still agreed.
"Then shake my hand."
"That's what Aihara Enju said."
"Um?"
Broly looked at her strangely.
"Shake hands, good friend, don't you know that saying?"
Broly: "..."
The other person feels like Rin Tohsaka from when she was a child.
However, he still reached out and shook hands with Aihara Enju's small hand.
(End of this chapter)