Chapter 18 Section 5

The weather was a bit gloomy, and the electricity was faintly hissing in the clouds, brewing something. Even so, Ulala is still in a good mood to read comics.It's only after five o'clock in the afternoon, and it's still a long time away from Kamiya's night shift, so even if you are in a good mood, it's not enough, and you have to add the pink love motive to complete the conditions for reading manga. Carrying a shiny blue guitar on her back, eating the everlasting and delicious crepes while walking, Ulala's eyes were attracted by an old fortune-telling machine by the side of the road.

"Oh?" Ulala stopped, a little surprised. As long as you put in a hundred yuan coin, the machine will start to run. A temple behind the small incense burner will slowly open the door. A plastic doll or something will slide along the gears and sign out with the written paper. .What is written on the paper sign is naturally a day's luck.This is the fate machine. Wu Lala once saw a similar machine in front of a temple on Lantau Island in Hong Kong. Sometimes the machine holding the lottery is an old monk, sometimes it is a fortune teller, and sometimes it is a crane holding it with its long beak.At that time, Wu Lala and Wu Tingjian would occasionally drop coins to look at the paper slips because they were extremely bored, and then mocked the contents of the paper slips.

But Ulala, who is a fortune hunter, actually looks forward to seeing a few good words when she opens the paper, which is no different from the mentality that everyone holds when they go to fortune-telling. And this fate-telling machine that attracted U Lala to stop, is shaped in the style of Hong Kong martial arts comics, which is peculiar and KUSO. "Gentleman, let's play lottery, let's have a good time!" Ulala tossed a coin, and amidst the sound of passionate music, a plastic doll with a sword on its back and a hero-like figure came out with a paper sign. The gentleman was at Ulala's feet, sniffing the clusters of margaret flowers on the sidewalk.A small beetle landed on the tip of the gentleman's nose, the gentleman narrowed his eyes, his claws stopped in mid-air, and suddenly didn't want to grab it.The beetle just stopped there.

Ulala opened the paper, which read: "Friends and enemies are unknown, kill once every ten steps." Wow, what is this and what?Is there any signed poem written like this?Ulala laughed. "It's an unspeakably strange poem." Ulala shrugged, but she didn't crush it and throw it away, but put it in her pocket. After the crepes were finished, Ulala wandered aimlessly on the streets of Shibuya, looking for a place to sing a song. Recently, Ulala is writing her own hot-blooded theme song, and the prelude has been completed, but the most critical chorus climax is temporarily blank.Speaking of writing, Ulala, who doesn't know staves, just hums and sings casually, and memorizes them in her mind through repeated chanting.

"Do you want to leave Tokyo temporarily and travel to other cities? Maybe brother is not in Tokyo at all right now? Well, I really should capture a life hunter alive and ask him about it." Ulala was thinking wildly. While walking, the gentleman squinted at the beetle on the tip of his nose, then suddenly meowed and looked aside. Ulala nodded, followed the gentleman's gaze to the side alley, and walked in. In the alley, the old-fashioned drama of "bad students bullying weak students" is being performed. Four high school students, three boys and one girl, were viciously surrounding two boys who looked like junior high school students.The two boys who were being bullied had similar eyebrows. It seemed that the boy who looked like a younger brother sat on the ground holding his schoolbag and trembled in fear, while the boy who looked like an older brother stood unconvinced, with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

The three villains uttered threats from time to time, and took turns pushing brother with their hands in disdain.one.Girls with heavy make-up like Nine Spice Girls smoked cigarettes, frowned and shouted "Hand over the money!" and other uncreative curses, and occasionally took out their mobile phones to whisper. "Bastards! I won't hand over the money to you!" My brother was furious, with dry nosebleeds still hanging on his face. This roar provoked another round of punches and kicks from the three evil men.The younger brother was terrified and wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but was kicked down heavily.

The hot girl bent over, covered the microphone with one hand, and hid to the side to discuss the time and place of compensated dating with a completely different sweet voice, which is the most ridiculous part of the whole picture. Ulala approached the crowd nonchalantly, whistling.The gentleman watched his master's expression curiously, not knowing how Ulala would "handle" the incident before him. When the evil men and women saw Ulala approaching, they were not afraid, but exposed.Put out the warning expression of "dodge away".One of them even clumsily lifted up his baggy coat, revealing a jackknife at his waist.

But of course Ulala didn't evade, nor did she stop. Without the villains realizing it, she walked through the crowd with wonderful steps and came to the two brothers. Ulala's speed is not very fast, but Chuanhuan's figure is like a ghost, "penetrating" in a trance. The evil man was about to yell, but he found that he couldn't move his body at all, he couldn't even make a sound, only his eyeballs could move around.The same is true for the villain, who can only listen to the middle-aged uncle on the other end of the phone asking non-stop, but unable to respond.

When the villain and the villain were shocked, they saw Wu Lala unfastened the blue guitar on her back, adjusted the strings leisurely, coughed and cleared her throat. The younger brother who was trembling with fear on the ground stared blankly at Ulala, and the elder brother who had a bruised nose and a swollen face was even more at a loss.Of course, my brother would not know that this group of school hooligans who used to blackmail their brothers had already been acupunctured by Wu Lala, temporarily sealing their blood. "Everyone, here's a song for you, 'Life is non-stop fighting!'" Ulala smiled, and began to dance while pulling the guitar strings with her fingers, singing slowly.

Many people say that life is a play, and we live on the stage. Watching, anxiety, applause and cheers. Xiao Maruko's grandfather said that life is constantly regretting. But why should I keep looking backwards? I say life is like a baseball game, the fighting spirit of the ninth inning. Every stick is good and bad, and all runners don't want to regret it. Don't look into the eyes of fate, just shout for yourself. Hit the ball hard through the clouds, and even if the swing misses, the posture will be very heroic. Life is a constant battle.fighting!fighting! We raise our arms happily when we are going downstream, and try to laugh when we are upstream.

Life is a constant battle.fighting!fighting! No one can shake a clenched fist unless you are willing to let go. Although the introductory melody was a little sophisticated and desolate, similar to Huang Shujun's classic "1995", Wu Lala became more and more excited as she sang. When she sang "Life is a constant battle", the alley shook. Rock madness.The tunes before and after are quite distinct. Ulala stopped the guitar and looked curiously at the two brothers who were being bullied. "Is it okay?" Ulala smiled shyly. "The front...the front is very different from the back..." My brother said blankly. "Is there magic power?" Ulala hurriedly asked. magic?The elder brother and the younger brother looked at each other in blank dismay, completely unaware of what Ulala was talking about. "After hearing this, do you want to fight hard? For example, do you suddenly want to clench your fists and beat these hooligans hard?" U Lala looked into her younger brother's eyes.The gentleman jumped and was held by Ulala. The younger brother suddenly wanted to lower his head in shame, but was deeply attracted by Ulala's burning eyes and could not avoid it.Then finally broke out emotionally, and said miserably: "But I don't have that kind of strength!" "Wrong. You have courage first, and then you have endless strength. Just like your brother, he didn't stand in front of you for no reason and block the fists of these bastards." Ulala smiled, nose But it is sour. The younger brother was stunned, and the older brother was silent. "You are my brother's courage and the source of my strength." Ulala knelt down and patted her brother on the shoulder. In that instant, the strange life "faith prison" has penetrated into the thin brother's body through the fingers.Then rapidly expand and dye. The younger brother opened his eyes wide.This world obviously hasn't changed, but it seems to have changed its bright coloring. "Brothers fighting together, the degree of power is not addition, but multiplication. If there is a so-called invincibility in this world, I think it must be what it means." U Lala picked up the guitar, and the gentleman held U Lala tightly. Shoulder, with a meow. When Ulala turned to leave, her fingers fluttered, and the villainous man and woman resumed their movements in an instant, looking at each other in blank dismay. Whether you can gain strength next depends on whether you have the determination.Ulala thought to herself, she has gone far. The scene in the alley quietly changed. "Hey... what are you doing?" A wicked man looked at his younger brother. The younger brother got up from the ground, clenched his fists, and stood beside the elder brother with a bruised nose and a swollen face. The three wicked men took a step back involuntarily. "From now on, I will not run away again." The younger brother looked at the elder brother beside him. "Life is a constant battle!" My brother laughed, and the wounds on his body seemed to stop hurting. 〖Highly anticipated Fate: collective personality Survival: 300 years Symptoms: The fate with a strong sense of presence makes the host always become the focus of attention in the crowd. The spotlight seems to be the decoration of your every move. It is inevitable to become a world-class star. Only those who go crazy will be monitored The fantasy that aliens will kidnap the too famous self to make hideous cover-ups such as bleaching dark skin and messing with noses. Traits: It is easy to become the target of public criticism in combat. The surrounding enemies or allies cannot ignore the existence of this person. This fate will also attract the attention of other fates. The result that cannot be ignored will make other fates unable to exert 100% of their abilities. Evolution: God's Magnifying Glass〗