Trafford’s Trading Club

Brown ankle boots, tight jeans and jackets the same color as boots, plus hats and scarves, without a cartridge that hangs on you all the time.

Nero, who is walking slowly in front of Boss Lo after getting dressed for the winter, is probably just another girl in the city with white hair dyed.

No one will be able to associate more with her past, present and future.

Walking in a thriving city, Rocchu found Nero with a different kind of leap than in the past.

In front of the cupboard of a cake shop on the street, she pressed her hands against the window glass of the store's house. She could barely stick her face to the glass and stared at a matcha cake that had just been put on.

“Want some?” Lochu asks curiously - about half an hour ago I had breakfast in the hotel suite and it was extraordinary.

Nero nodded his head, very much following his own instincts, his hands clapping and asking him to say, "Boss! Buy me one, I don't have any money. ”

This impoverished and frank smile helplessly led Lochu into the cake shop and out with the wrapped matcha cake.

“Thank you, boss!” Nero was happily walking and eating this cake.

Like a little girl enjoying the winter sun… I wonder if she could still sustain this poverty and frankness if there were sudden dangers at this time, as if to tell the world what kind of smile she would have been?

“It is only logical that Miss Nero should not encounter any financial difficulties. ”

Nero took it for granted: "This was not the case before. The clubs, basically, have their own hidden offices around the world - and there are a lot of them in this country. After all, of the twenty-six seats that will have the right to speak, it seems that several are from this country. But as you said, how is it possible that a man who is a member of God may lack pocket money while walking outside? I'm talking about the god general, boss. You understand? ”

False death as a result of the battle in Cook is now temporarily marked on the list of Michal clubs - Nero naturally cannot continue to enjoy the benefits of her as a god as she once did.

Watching Nero finish a matcha cake with lots of makeup and some cake residue beside her lips, Rochu took out her handkerchief and sent it to her.

“Thank you." Nero was unconscious. He took it and rubbed it on his lips a few times.

“Want some more?” Rochu asked with a smile.

“One more, please.”

Boss Lo nodded - it was Nero's time to buy it, and she didn't seem to care about it this way.

So another matcha cake came to her as a girl. Watching Nero still show a happy face, Lochu finally finds a slight link between Nero at this time and the Nero he had been in contact with.

“Is food important to you? ”

“Yeah. ”

Nero stopped and held the cake in his hand, which was less than ordinary, and suddenly said softly: "If there is anything in the world that would never betray you, it must be food. If anyone in the world is going to give up unconditionally for you, it must be food… isn't it because people have food before they enjoy life, emotions, even before they show all the signs of hatred, sadness, etc., before all the biological signs? ”

She looked at Boss Lo and said, "Since this is such an important food, I certainly ate it with gratitude. ”

Rochu smiled, “Is it good? ”

Nero said softly: "Anything that fills the belly is delicious. ”

That being the case, she's not enjoying the food, because whether it's a small cake or a big meal, Nero eats them almost as much as he eats them.

As if, the time to enjoy food was the real luxury for her.

So, after she swallowed the second piece of cake, she obviously swallowed it. Boss Lo reached out and a bottle of mineral water in the refrigerator of a convenience store across the street disappeared and fell into his palm - at the same time, three extra dollars were somehow removed from the convenience store's cash register.

“Whoa... saved! Almost became the first choking club god! ”

Of course it's just a joke.

Nero wiped the watermarks off his lips with his sleeves and looked at Rochu and blinked. “Boss, how much time do we have left? ”

“Five hours and seventeen minutes more. ”

“Five hours...” Nero suddenly stood up and stretched out his hands and pulled up Rochu, excitedly: “In that case, don't waste any time! Boss, why don't you come with me? ”

……

Excited to scream, his eyes sparkled with fanaticism, while his face showed some blood because of excitement, Nero clamped his legs even more at this point.

“Go... Go!! That's it! Boss, you are awesome!!! Harder, harder! I'm almost there! Coming out soon... coming out! Ahhh!! ”

So the big guns that unleashed the incredibly hot stuff were raised - in front of Rocciu and Nero as the winning images of this Street Armor game.

In contrast to the giant console of the competition, there was a voice from the opponent, “Opposite, let's have another plate! ”

“Who's afraid of who?” Nero stood up and pulled down his curtains with his fingers out, making a ghost face towards each other and throwing up his tongue.

The other two were probably 30 or so years old, maybe already mind-cultivating, and were accidentally grinning their teeth - because it was a pretty old street console game.

And this is a games hall with generations of memories that have been eliminated by the times - a hall in which Lochu once witnessed the birth of a soul.

And now, undoubtedly, we are immersed in the downfall atmosphere of this games hall… here, abnormally cold.

Across the street are two people who came to memorize their childhood, and they may have been good at that, right? Lochu held the pink joystick - the play was taught by Nero himself.

“I didn't expect Miss Nero to be so familiar with the products of this era. ”

Nero rolled his eyes and said, “It's just you guys, okay? In many places outside, this kind of games hall is still very popular... Wow!! Boss, take it easy. You're too far ahead. Watch out for landmines! ”

This is the first time Rochu has ever sat in a place like this, playing games like this... which is kind of novel.

Time is running out, and the combination of Nero and Lochu beat the two uncles across the street one by one.

“I can't! I can't fight it at all! You guys are amazing! ”

The two uncles finally surrendered helplessly to confess their defeat. One of the drinks was even more bought from the game hall counter and distributed to Nero and Lochu.

Boss Luo looked at this can of Coke in front of him unexpectedly, and Nero drank it without courtesy, "Surely blowing Coke after exercise is the best! ”

“Well, yeah!” Uncle Hahadi laughed.

Looking at Nero and the two uncles as if they were friends they met on the side of the street at night, Boss Lo finally reached out to take over the favor.

Time is running out here again.

But Nero continued to sit back in front of the machine with enthusiasm, when the two uncles had left together.

They may have been best friends since childhood, or they have met here before, thus connecting themselves to what they are today.

Rochu leaned next to the machine and said, "Game coins are running out. Do you want to continue? ”

“If you run out, run out.” Nero didn't come back, he focused, “I wouldn't have to. ”