The café, where people were laughing and scolding, suddenly fell silent.

All the eyes of the diners were on our table.

Among them, there are many envious, jealous, mocking, not afraid of big things when watching the excitement, and strong onlookers who play soy sauce.

I can even feel one or two approving glances that give me a lot of energy.

However, in these two eyes full of positive energy, there seems to be a faint sympathy and sadness.

I guess that the owner of the gaze, when he was young, must have encountered a similar situation, he may have accidentally chosen a wrong option, and was ruthlessly discarded by the women he loved.

Since then, he has embarked on a road of no return that can only be accompanied by Xiao Zuo and Xiao Right for life, known as a single dog.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

The meaty lady tried her best to show a harmless and peaceful smile, trying to make me feel that she cared deeply for me.

If the schadenfrefreude in her eyes could have been better hidden, maybe I would have believed it.

Hmph.

I sneered three times in my heart.

You're still underestimating me, lady.

I'm not a three-year-old fart kid licking a lollipop with a big runny nose, nor an eight- or nine-year-old bear kid who pees and mud balls and picks up bird's eggs with a slingshot!

In my heart, what is hidden is the soul of an otaku uncle who is thirty-three years old in two lifetimes combined!

Otaku is a kind of spirit!

It's an immortal spirit that doesn't stop reading blockbusters, doesn't watch all the anime, and doesn't close your eyes!

Thirty-three, it's an experience!

It witnesses the growth and strengthening of my unicorn arms, and at the same time protects my maturing heart that longs for love!

In front of me, an uncle who has both spirit and experience, no problem is a problem, and any difficulty will become a floating cloud!

Although at the moment, my facial expression is still frozen in the pattern of smiling.

Although at this moment, Barbara's fingers have crept up on the inside of my right arm, and I may be subjected to the sweet torture of twisting clockwork at any moment.

Although at this moment, a certain position in the calf of my right leg has been kicked by the phoenix to complete numbness, it is estimated that if it continues like this for a few more minutes, I can go to Uncle Witt to order a wooden leg.

However, I didn't throw in the towel and didn't give up!

My brain was like a working, 5,000-rpm motor, rumbling non-stop, racing against the clock to provide me with any ideas that might save the day.

The magic quartz clock hanging on the wall made a soft clicking sound, and when the hour hand swayed slightly, fixed on the number '8', the light blue surface of the glazed fire, under the shroud of magic lights, surged through a streamer like sea waves.

It's a pity that this originally amazing scenery flowed out of the inopportune atmosphere, and I happened to catch a glimpse, as if she was pursing her lips and ridiculing my femme fatale.

I really want to cut it into two pieces with a single sword!

I made my inner voice.

A knife. Two paragraphs.

I seemed to remember something, and continued to burn my brain and reminisce.

Cut it in two.

One sword and two ruyi sword!

I suddenly recalled a very distant island anime, in which a deformed-looking teenager holds a plastic sword that can emit light, controls a Gundam robot made of unknown materials, and fights another group of deformed teenagers to the death.

And the protagonist in it, the deformed boy, likes to use the trick the most, which is 'one knife and two cuts, Ruyi Divine Sword'.

This trick often has an amazing special effect, which is to divide the enemy's Gundam and even the enemy inside into two absolutely equal parts.

This domineering and powerful move also made me, who was at a brain-dead age, talk about it, and even did not hesitate to catch dozens of innocent insects for blood sacrifice in order to be able to practice this world-shattering skill.

In the end, I still couldn't practice this amazing stunt.

However, all this is limited to the past life.

This is Zephyr Continent, not the Azure Planet.

I'm not the twenty-eight-year-old obsessive otaku either.

Here, I am a twenty-two-year-old aspiring young man, with silver hair that can achieve perfect white without bleaching, a fairly handsome face, a body with unlimited potential, and a pair of unicorn arms that have been trained hard for thirty-three years.

Although I still haven't gotten rid of the title of single dog.

But!

Compared to the previous life, there has been a qualitative leap.

Because in front of me, there are two girls who are jealous of me.

Although the two of them, one was twisting the inside of my arm with his white and immature little hands, while the other, with his small and delicate feet, was kicking the same position of my right calf precisely at a rate of more than 400 beats per second.

However, I still feel very happy.

Even, I want to cry.

It hurts.

And just as the flesh in my arm was about to be declared necrotic and my right calf was about to be amputated, I cleared my throat twice and slowly got up from my seat.

Barbara and Phoenix also instantly retracted their hands and feet, and sat quietly in their seats like ladies, and gave me the sweetest smile.

I bowed gentlemanly to the diners, then to the hostess, and smiled, "Thank you for the delicious fried sardines, I'm sorry, I can't enjoy it." ”

"Because, I want to dedicate it to my favorite girl."

"Oh~~"

"Woo~~"

The diners let out a shocking whistle, some of them sincerely blessed me, and more of them were playing soy sauce to watch the excitement and not be afraid of big things.

I raised my hand and waved, and the diners quickly fell silent.

"Before that, let me give you a small show, which can not only raise the mood, but also set off the atmosphere, you say, okay?"

"Good!"

"Come on!"

The interest of the diners was high, and all eyes were on me.

Phoenix, Barbara and the others also looked at me with interest.

The hostess was still smiling, as if she wanted to see what fun tricks I could make.

On the surface I was smiling, but in fact I was in awkwardness, this delaying tactic was indeed very successful, but the problem is, I didn't even think about what to perform!

God knows how such an outrageous sentence suddenly popped up in my brain.

While I mean to cut the fried sardines on the plate into two equal portions in one slash, does that count as a show?

Please, the vast majority of adventurers present can do that.

Some may even be able to carve a fennel bean on the body of a fish, although they don't know the other three different ways to write it.

But I don't know!

At this moment, my expression is still so plain and natural, but there are already huge waves in my heart.

God knows, once I can't perform anything that can calm the scene, I don't know if they will have a live rendition of the devil like some brainless patriotic films.

I could even see that in a certain corner, a bald head with muscles all over his body, holding a sledgehammer weighing more than 400 pounds, kept banging on the ground to help the fun, and his fierce face was full of expectation.

If I had known that this was actually my delaying tactic, I guess I would have flown over with a hammer and inlaid me on the wall as a mural.

What can be done to meet everyone's expectations and divide the fried sardines on the plate in two?

My brain was still spinning wildly, and even curling green smoke was starting to come out of my ears.

With a click, my mind settled on a very brilliant idea.

He took out a gold coin from his backpack and shook it in front of everyone's eyes.

"This is a gold coin, a real gold coin, come, this handsome gentleman, you can come forward and examine whether this is a gold coin made of real gold?"

At my behest, the handsome young man of the elven clan came to the front and began a detailed discernment.

With the gift of children of nature, they can easily distinguish the authenticity of a thing.

This is the superiority that nature has bestowed upon them.

It is beyond the reach of other races.

The handsome young man with pale green hair looked at it for a moment, then turned around and nodded.

"Yes, it's a gold coin made of real gold."

"And then?"

"Is it just for us to look at the color of the gold coin?"

The diners began to heckle again.

"What's next—"

My volume increased, and the cacophony of voices in the café dropped instantly: "I'm going to perform a magic trick for you." ”

"What is magic?"

"Is it the same as magic?"

The diners whispered, but their eyes were still on me.

"Magic can only destroy gold coins, but magic can make it disappear."

I gave them a very magical smile back.

The gold coin stands silently between the thumb and forefinger, reflecting a dazzling golden light that stimulates everyone's eyes.

After shaking the gold coin for a moment, I spread it out in my hand, showed it, and then quickly threw it into my other hand, holding it slightly in both hands.

"Now the gold is in my right hand, right?"

I asked everyone.

"That's right."

"Yes."

Gently spreading my right hand, the gold coin lay quietly in the palm of my hand, patterned upward, like a playful smile, satirizing my failed performance.

However, the show continues.

"Here's what's really interesting."

I smiled and gently lifted the fried sardines on the table and placed them on the edge of the bar, while I was still standing facing the diners, smiling confidently.

The left hand and the right hand are slowly overlapped, and the gold coins in the hand are slowly hidden by the hands that are close together, and the fingers move slightly, as if they are playing the strings of the lute, which is not easy to notice.

The hands are completely together, and there is no gap between the palms.

Gently exhaled into the straight line with his palms together, slowly lowered his hands, and came to the front of the diner, starting from the thumb of the left and right hands, separated little by little, as if to show everyone a truth.

With each pair of fingers opened, the diners will let out an 'oh' in a tacit understanding.

When all five pairs of fingers were parted, everyone's eyes were focused on my last clinging palm, and they refused to take their eyes off it.

With a bang, the palms parted.

Empty, nothing.

The diners first smacked for a moment, and then boiled instantly.

"Where's the gold?"

"Where's the gold?"

Everyone's eyes were full of anticipation.

Phoenix and Barbara couldn't wait to pounce on me and search my whole body.

The proprietress was also a little curious, waiting for me to solve the mystery of the magic.