Mike did not answer.
Hayato spoke to himself:
"That's because God is fair to everyone in the world; he hasn't ignored the blind, nor has he deprived them of the ability to discriminate against Black people. Hahahahaha, I'm laughing my ass off."
"—Motherf***er! You bastard!"
Upon hearing the answer, Mike's eyes immediately widened!
Although he had just moved into this apartment, he had been in Japan for some time, and the Japanese men he usually saw were extremely reserved.
Moreover, Mike was over one meter ninety tall, with excellent shoulder width, and he was also a fitness enthusiast. Others standing in front of him seemed like little chicks, not daring to even glance at him.
He had seen Hayato on the stairs—
That is, this pretty boy who was now taunting him. Although he had remarked that the young man was quite tall, seeing his pale complexion and slender build, he hadn't paid much attention.
He had originally wanted to find some fun and provoked this high school student, but the student didn't even dare to respond to his taunts.
Even in his most spirited high school years, he was like a shrinking turtle—truly embodying the demeanor of a Japanese slave, so Mike paid even less attention.
Unexpectedly, he popped up at this moment.
And he even appeared at precisely this juncture to ruin his good fortune!!
Hayato didn't even look at Mike.
If asked, it was because there were no lights in the hallway, it was too dark, and he couldn't see clearly.
He turned his head and smiled at the lady whose skin was whiter than snow and glowed:
"Don't mind him. Come, I'll take you back."
The lady was stunned, seemingly not understanding where this little boy came from… She wasn't very old, only twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
But Hayato, as a high school student, could indeed be called a "little boy" in front of her.
No, it wasn't that she didn't understand "where he came from," but rather that she didn't understand "how he dared to appear."
The lady had lived in this building for some time.
She had once heard the manager say that a boy whose parents had died lived in room "404" on the fourth floor.
She had brushed past him a few times, and her impression of him was always that his bangs covered his eyebrows, he walked with a hunched back, and even when he met people, he didn't raise his head.
Although it wasn't good to speak ill of others behind their backs, the only adjective this lady could think of was "gloomy."
At first glance, he seemed like someone who feared trouble.
What about today?
The lady blinked her azure eyes, looking at Hayato. Was this child really that tall?
And… his face, so handsome?
Just now, this Black man was showing off his muscles, but in fact, the lady wasn't interested in him at all, because she personally disliked that kind of physique. Instead, a pure face… Oh dear! How could he…
Seeing that the person in front of him wasn't moving, Hayato directly reached out to grab her wrist.
But as his palm touched the lady's slender, fair wrist, a piercing pain invaded his fingers.
It was from the cold.
The lady was startled and quickly shook her hand away.
She knew her constitution was special and she absolutely couldn't bring trouble to this child.
Hayato was also speechless.
He looked incredulously at the 'lady' in front of him, who possessed both beauty and dignity, and then deeply sighed with emotion.
I was so foolish, truly. I knew that the ability of 'hypnosis' existed in this world, so why didn't I guess that there would be other superpowers besides 'hypnosis'?
For example, the one in front of me.
The famous Miss Yukino Fuyumi, the Snow Woman!!
She should be called a 'demi-human'.
That is, the type that is 'human, but not entirely human,' well-known examples include 'elves,' 'Snow Women,' 'Cat Girls,' and so on.
In her original storyline, it should have been a harmonious development between the human world and 'demi-humans,' but Hayato had never heard any information about 'demi-humans' before this.
This means that Yukino Fuyumi was hidden among the populace, and not the type that could openly appear in society… In short, the setting was a bit off.
Yukino Fuyumi looked at Hayato with some alarm.
...Could it be that her identity as a Snow Woman had been discovered?
Hayato was still thinking,
Holy cow, what's going on with this scoundrel 'Lin Cun'an'? This thing lives upstairs from him; if not seeing each other constantly, they would occasionally meet. How could there be no memory of Yukino Fuyumi?
Hayato tried to open Lin Cun'an's memory box.
And the images that appeared were… Kurashiki Reina, Kurashiki Reina, Kurashiki Reina, Kurashiki Reina.
Damn it, he really is a simp, this guy!
He said, why did he feel like he had forgotten something from the beginning? Wasn't the character 'Takahashi' from this 'Snow Woman' book?
Hayato said, all those male characters' faces were just shadows, who the hell could remember them!!
Hayato thought for a moment, then suddenly switched hands, placing his right hand on Yukino Fuyumi's arm.
!!"
Yukino Fuyumi was startled again, and she frantically tried to push Hayato away.
A Snow Woman's physique is uncontrollable; when she is emotionally agitated, she will emit severe coldness that attacks indiscriminately.
She had just been threatened by Mike and had not yet calmed down, and Hayato's continuous touching of her wrist made her heart flutter even more, making her heart pound faster.
But…
This time.
Hayato didn't feel any coldness at all. Although Yukino Fuyumi's wrist was cold, there was no trace of severe cold.
Fantasy Killer, you're quite useful (joy).
Not only Hayato, but Yukino Fuyumi herself was also startled. She could feel the coldness in her body… being suppressed.
No, it should be… 'eliminated'?
How could this be?
Yukino Fuyumi's heart trembled wildly; this was the first time she had encountered such a situation.
She couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at the boy's profile, who was holding her wrist; he was slender and handsome.
He could suppress her constitution, could he be… the legendary fated person?
"Son of a bitch!"
Mike felt his presence was like that of an outsider. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Motherf***er! You little toothpick, don't ruin my good time!!"
With that, he forcefully pushed Hayato's back.
Mike's shoulder muscles bulged, with veins like coiled dragons. Just this push was powerful, as if it would directly knock Hayato to the ground.
Yukino Fuyumi quickly tried to use her severe cold to block for the young man.
But after raising her hand, she suddenly realized that with the young man holding her wrist, she was like an ordinary person.
Immediately after, under Mike's forceful push.
Hayato remained motionless.
"Thousand-Pound Drop EX" activated.
His legs seemed to be firmly rooted to the floor.
At the same time, he released Yukino Fuyumi's hand.
Yukino Fuyumi felt that cold sensation return… and the only change during that time was the difference between Mr. Hayashi gripping and releasing her hand.
Hayato barely turned around; he just raised his wrist and threw a punch backward over his shoulder.
"Bang!"
Mike's nose bridge burst open like a soy sauce shop, splattering blood.
"Stop blabbering."
Hayato glanced back with his peripheral vision.
His eyes were filled with ferocity.
"Gaze of the Strong lv.4" activated.
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