The journey of a heroine starting from the Dragon Clan

It was raining lightly in the sky, and the night was already dark.

At this point in time, most stores are closed, and only some 24-hour convenience stores are still open.

Looking at the street in front of him where not many people were passing by, after thinking for a moment, the ramen chef sitting in the wooden van reached out and put down the dark blue cloth cover in front of him.

It's so late and it's raining, so there should be very few customers.

This kind of human-powered cart is called "ラーメン台车" in Japan, and it is specially designed for selling ramen in the streets.

The window opens to form a rain shelter, with two wooden benches placed under the shed. Guests sit on the wooden benches to eat noodles while the ramen chef operates in the car. Although the sparrow is small, it has all its internal organs. The soup pot and ingredients are neatly arranged on the chopping board. After the guests sit down, the dark blue cloth cover can just cover their upper bodies, creating a private environment.

Compared with the "specialty ramen" in the store, the environment and taste of this kind of yatai cart are a bit worse, but the price is also a lot cheaper. Most of the people who come here to eat noodles are poor students from Dongdali.

——This street is located right at the back entrance of National University of Tokyo.

"The weather is getting colder and colder...it seems a little uneasy recently, so I'd better close the stall early."

He took a slight breath into his hands, stood up, and the ramen master began to put away the noodle bowls.

Unlike the brightly lit high-rise buildings in other places, the small streets here still look like they were after World War II. There are old-fashioned Japanese houses on both sides of the road. The sycamores and cherry trees planted in front of the houses give a faint hint of dilapidation in the quietness.

It's hard to imagine that in such a big city where land is at a premium, there would be such a dilapidated street.

It's just that although this place looks rundown, the ramen chef who has been selling ramen here for decades is very affectionate to this place. Perhaps older people are always like this and like to miss the past.

"A bowl of ramen, no green onions or coriander."

Just as the ramen chef was thinking about the past, a voice suddenly sounded in front of the stall.

As the dark blue cloth cover was lifted, the moisture and rain that had been isolated outside were transmitted in. At the same time, the figure of a girl also appeared in the eyes of the ramen master.

When he saw the face of the girl in front of him, the ramen chef's eyes couldn't help but light up slightly.

He has been selling ramen here for decades and has met many young and beautiful girls, but no one has ever made such a profound first impression on him like the one in front of him.

The girl was wearing a student uniform from a nearby middle school. She looked petite and exquisite, with silky black hair that reached her waist, and a red scarf tied around her neck. Perhaps because of the cold weather, the girl's cheeks looked rosy.

The ramen chef thought that the other party in school was definitely a school beauty goddess...a standard beautiful girl with long black hair?

"I've never seen you before. Are you new here?"

While the ramen was being served, the ramen chef asked with a smile.

"Why is it so late and you haven't gone home yet?"

"There's no way, I can't go back."

When the schoolbag in her hand was put aside, the girl sighed.

"I don't know what happened recently. There has been a lot of chaos in public security. Just the day before yesterday, I was chased by a few gangsters for several streets. It took a lot of effort to escape."

"...Have you not considered bringing your friends together?"

Seemingly not expecting the other party to have such an experience, the ramen master looked up at the girl in front of him in surprise.

"The security situation is really chaotic these days. You should hurry up..."

"It was pulled, who said it wasn't pulled?"

Angrily, she smashed the pallet with her hand, and the girl's face was filled with indignation.

"Just yesterday, there were seven of us here, and two of them were boys. Logically speaking, it should be safe enough, right? But who could have imagined that those gangsters were even crazier and even rode motorcycles A car is coming to chase us... Is there any other way to do this!?"

"so serious?"

Stopping what he was doing, the ramen chef couldn't help but frown.

"Who says it's not?"

Putting her chin on the tray, the girl sighed helplessly.

"But the police don't care. There's nothing they can do. In fact, I think the police are working with those gangsters... When I went to call the police before, I saw the police standing with those gangsters."

"That's probably not a gangster, but a gangster...Has your family offended anyone recently?"

After a moment of pondering, the ramen chef looked up at the girl in front of him.

"I don't know, who knows?"

The girl curled her lips.

"Anyway, these days, I basically spend all my time running away. Rabbits can bite people when they are cornered. I don't believe I can't deal with those annoying guys..."

Looking away, the ramen chef glanced at the schoolbag that the girl had put aside.

It was also at this time that he discovered that what was inside the schoolbag did not seem to be a book, but a very clean brick...

Ramen chef: “………”

"The noodles are ready, please enjoy."

Shaking his head imperceptibly, the ramen master handed the prepared ramen to the other party.

"After you go home, I suggest you ask your parents about this matter. It's really dangerous for you to be like this."

According to his judgment, judging from the fact that the girl was able to escape several times, the situation should be within control, but if things were allowed to continue to develop, it would be difficult to say.

...Especially for such a cute and beautiful girl.

Once it falls into the hands of those gangsters, the end will be quite miserable.

"They don't care. I don't know where they are now."

Waving her hands, the girl buried her head in eating ramen.

"I'll get a butcher's knife in a few days, and I'll see who can..."

"Found it, she's there!!"

Before the girl could finish her muttering, a voice suddenly rang out on the street, and with the loud shouting, messy footsteps came from the entrance of the street, accompanied by The roar of a motorcycle engine.

Judging from the noise coming over there, there were at least a dozen people chasing after them.

"I'll go, the ghost is still there, I can't even eat noodles to survive..."

Before the ramen chef could say anything to remind him, the girl in front of him quickly stood up. While randomly slapping a banknote on the table, the girl turned around without hesitation and ran away holding the bowl, even the schoolbag on the pallet. Forgot to take it.

"Don't run!! Catch this devil!!!"

"Everyone come together!!!"

"Rush!!!"

In a burst of chaotic and passionate shouts, a large group of more than a dozen people ran past the ramen chef's stall... several of them even lost their shoes because they ran too fast.

Ramen chef: “………”