Chapitre 172: An Unexpected Disaster
Seeing the store owner in the back signaling frantically, the clerk quickly said, "Well, we will pay you for it. Five hundred, no, one thousand yuan for a photo. How about that?"
"No, thank you." Kaguya put down the fox mask in her hand, placed it back where it was, and turned to leave.
"Wait," the clerk hurriedly caught up with her and anxiously said, "Fifteen hundred, or two thousand, how about that?"
"It's not about the money." Kaguya turned and smiled gently at the clerk.
Seemingly entranced by Kaguya's smile, the clerk was momentarily stunned, and by the time he came to his senses, the silver-haired girl had already left the shop.
"You idiot, don't come back to work next month," the boss shouted at the clerk and hurriedly chased after her, leaving the clerk standing foolishly at the door.
Kaguya sighed regretfully. The fox mask wasn't particularly beautiful, but it was very similar to the one she had in the Naruto world, almost identical at first glance. She really liked the mask, but she didn't have any money at the moment, so she would have to wait until she earned some to buy it.
"Wait."
Just then, another voice came from behind, seemingly calling her. Kaguya hesitated and turned around to look. She saw an unremarkable fat man running toward her, who quickly reached her and surprisingly turned out to be a nimble fat guy.
"What's the matter?" Kaguya raised an eyebrow, looking at the man before her with a hint of impatience.
"Sorry, I'm the owner of the mask shop," the fat man panted for a few breaths, calmed himself, and said.
"What's the matter?" Kaguya tilted her head slightly, asking curiously.
"About earlier, I already know what happened. We can give you the mask for free," said the mask shop owner. "But..."
"But you need to take a photo, right? If that's the case, there's no need to continue," Kaguya interrupted him without hesitation, showing no room for negotiation, "That's impossible. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving."
"Wait." The mask shop owner caught up again.
"What is it?" Kaguya's eyebrows furrowed, and she said with a bit of a bad expression. She was already very impatient being stopped multiple times; no one likes being pestered by a salesperson, especially when they have no interest.
"Please don't misunderstand," the mask shop owner said with a smile on his face, like a blooming chrysanthemum, "The photo won't show your face; it's just a picture of you wearing the mask."
"Is that it?" Kaguya's frown gradually relaxed.
"Yes, it won't reveal your privacy at all," the mask shop owner assured, patting his chest.
Kaguya pinched her chin with her fingers and thought for a moment. It didn't seem inappropriate. After all, with the mask on, no one would see her face, so there shouldn't be any problem.
"Alright." Kaguya pondered for a while and reluctantly nodded, feeling this shouldn't count as selling herself.
Seeing Kaguya nod and agree, the mask shop owner was overjoyed, rubbing his hands excitedly, unable to contain his inner ecstasy.
This was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in reality; even the so-called beauties on the internet with special effects couldn't compare to this girl before him. After seeing her, everyone else seemed dull.
As a cunning businessman, he immediately sensed the business opportunity. He had a premonition that this girl would definitely become famous, and then his store would follow suit. Just thinking about counting money in the future made him laugh in his sleep.
Indeed, he would later find out that his store really became famous, incredibly famous.
Kaguya left the mask shop holding the fox mask. The shop owner had been quite honest, only taking a photo and not pulling any tricks, like recording video or anything.
Of course, any trickery under Kaguya's watchful eyes would be immediately obvious, as her new ocular power's insight was unparalleled.
However, under the shop owner's persistent "pleading," Kaguya reluctantly signed her name. The signature was, of course, not her real name, just the words "Kaguya," written so flamboyantly that even she almost couldn't recognize it.
With the mask on, Kaguya was still eye-catching, but with her stunning face covered, only her petite and exquisite figure was visible, which didn't attract the same level of attention as before. Kaguya finally breathed a sigh of relief. Being under constant scrutiny was indeed uncomfortable.
The sky gradually darkened, and due to the overcast sky and dense clouds, night fell earlier than usual. The lights gradually turned on, and under the colorful neon lights, the city looked more beautiful than during the day.
Because it was rush hour, the traffic on the roads was very congested, packed tightly, with the honking of horns incessant and irritating. Having grown used to quiet, Kaguya found herself somewhat unaccustomed; the city was indeed too noisy.
Suddenly, there was a commotion among the people on the street, like pouring water into oil, which instantly caused an uproar. The noisy sound exploded, mixed with cries.
People on the street looked terrified, as if they had seen something horrifying, and scattered in all directions, while cars on the road were stuck due to the congestion, with some people abandoning their vehicles and fleeing, causing chaos.
At this moment, Kaguya also noticed something was amiss. The feeling of unease came from the sky.
Kaguya looked up and saw a red dot in the clouds rapidly approaching. With her extraordinary eyesight, she had already discerned what it was.
Kaguya's pupils shrank—it was a civilian airliner!
Both engines on each side of its wings were on fire, emitting thick smoke. It was wobbling like a drunken man, its body gradually tilting, and struggling to maintain balance. It was descending rapidly, with increasing speed, trailing long flames, heading directly toward the city where Kaguya was.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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