Chapter 51 Little Monster (I)

Zhang Baiqing didn’t know what was so beautiful about Mount Fuji now, but he didn’t notice it anyway.

Eri was in high spirits, gesturing in the air with her hands, as if she was thinking about how to compose the picture. She originally wanted to go up and take a walk, but it took her a whole afternoon just thinking about how to paint this beautiful scene. She even asked Zhang Baiqing to drive and take pictures from different directions with his mobile phone.

After dark, she walked on the street carrying a drawing board and other tools, looking left and right, and her eyes lit up after tasting some street snacks.

"Where are there more vendors? I want to go eat something." She held up the note.

"It's at the back entrance of Tokyo University. There are many university students there, so it's easy for vendors to sell their wares."

College students usually have some money and no work pressure, so they are willing to spend a little money, which makes them a natural match for street vendors. And most importantly, college students gather in schools, so as long as they block the front and back entrances of the schools, street vendors can attract a large number of customers.

Eri wrote: "I want to go and see, okay!"

She had been relying on Zhang Baiqing these past two days and she felt a little embarrassed, but she had no money on her. If she wanted to compensate him, she could only give him the money after she returned.

"it is good."

Zhang Baiqing drove her to the back gate of the University of Tokyo, left tools such as drawing boards in the car, and the two walked down.

“These are octopus eggs.”

“This is takoyaki, and this is croquette.”

Zhang Baiqing took her to the stalls along the way, talking to her and buying things for her.

Eri fed the dumpling to him and wrote: "Do you come here often?"

"You come here often, right?" Zhang Baiqing swallowed his dumpling and pointed at Uesugi Yue's ramen stand, where there were students eating noodles. "Do you see the ramen stand in front? I eat there often."

"Then I want to go eat too!" When Eri heard that he went there often, she was very curious about what kind of noodles he often ate.

"Can you still eat it?"

Zhang Baiqing watched her eat all the way and doubted whether her stomach could hold so much food. A hybrid was not a real dragon, how could it eat so much?
"Sure! I didn't eat any food this afternoon!" Eri patted her belly which showed no change at all, full of confidence.

"Then eat it. I'll eat it too." Zhang Baiqing took her over. "By the way, the stall owner and your last name are both Uesugi."

When he pulled open the curtain, Uesugi Yue had just finished making noodles. He was a little surprised to see him because he brought an ordinary-looking girl with him.

"Zhang Baiqing, you are here. Is this your friend?"

"Yes, bring her out to eat something." Zhang Baiqing took Huili to sit down.

"Hello there!"

When Eri saw that the stall owner knew Zhang Baiqing, she wrote a greeting obediently.

"Can't the little girl speak?" Shangshan Yue's tone was slightly sympathetic.

Zhang Baiqing nodded: "She does have some problems, two servings of ramen will do."

After strolling around the path at the back door of the University of Tokyo, the two returned to their rented house. Eri took out her drawing board and tools and started drawing. Zhang Baiqing watched from the side. Not bad, the drawing was beginning to take on a human form.

When the first painting was finished, in the distance was the Tokyo Tower glowing like a star and a gray urban cluster. Below was a road with cars parked on the side of the road. A man in black was leaning against the car, and a man with red hair was looking up at the Tokyo Tower.

He didn't laugh, but Eri laughed. The scribbled drawing paper was full of slightly messy lines. She wanted to use a pen to outline a delicate portrait, but she had never learned to paint before, so the more she drew, the more weird it became. The picture in her mind was far from the picture on the paper.

If you really don't have talent, don't learn to paint from others.

"Throw it away. Let me draw a new one for you." Knowing what she wanted to draw, Zhang Baiqing took the pen and prepared to help her draw.

Huili took down the drawing paper, but did not throw it away. Instead, she carefully placed it on the table. She wrote, "No, this is Huili's first painting. Huili wants to keep it!" Then she looked at the simple portrait that Zhang Baiqing was slowly sketching.

The Tokyo Tower glows under the gray sky, the city clusters are slightly lit, a boy leaning against a car on the side of the road is playing with his phone, and a red-haired girl is standing on the side of the road, looking up slightly at the Tokyo Tower in the distance.

It was a simple portrait, like that made by a beginner, it was not very beautiful, and even had a rough look to it. But Eri took it down carefully with great joy, and her devout eyes were as if she was looking at a masterpiece.

She put the painting away and started working on the second one.

The blue sea, the white sky, and the two little men are running to the roadside again.

As if she knew she couldn't draw people well, she honestly drew them very small.

The last painting was of Mount Fuji. Her skills had improved this time and the painting looked more realistic, but the figure was still blurry.

She carefully framed the four paintings and wrote her name under the frame. After writing her name, she looked at Zhang Baiqing who came out of the room.

"Look at me, I'm taking a shower."

Zhang Baiqing took his clothes and went into the bathroom.

Eri thought about it and wrote the three letters ZBQ on the painting.

On the sixth day, the two had left Tokyo and were eating at a seaside restaurant in Hokkaido.

Eel kabayaki, sake, sushi, and sea fish sashimi.

Eel Kabayaki is a very famous dish in Japan, and this restaurant uses authentic Japanese eels produced in Dongguan, China.

"Hiss." While eating sashimi, Zhang Baiqing suddenly thought that if a parasite parasitized a hybrid, would it be killed by the dragon blood or would it absorb the dragon blood and become a dragon blood parasite?
I don’t think anyone has discussed this before. Maybe the editor will write about it after having a drink.

Eri was wearing the last set of clothes she bought, which wrapped her up tightly, leaving only her wrists exposed except for her white neck.

She sipped the sake, but unfortunately the dragon blood made her physique different from that of ordinary people. After drinking two bottles of sake, she was not drunk at all and her face did not turn red.

"It's so fun outside! The scenery is beautiful too."

She lowered her head and wrote on the note silently. The note book, which was originally thick, had very little left after being used for these days.

"Then you really think the scenery is beautiful, right?" Zhang Baiqing said somewhat disappointingly, "I just eat when I travel, I don't think the scenery is beautiful."

Eri thought about his performance over the past few days and nodded in approval.

"When do you plan to go back?"

Zhang Baiqing asked her.

The night before leaving Tokyo on the third day, Eri entrusted him to write a letter to Sheqi Hachika to tell him that she was safe.

He wrote bluntly: Your Uesugi family leader is safe in my hands, you know what to do.

At that time, Eri looked at the letter from left to right and looked at him with suspicion, as if to say, I have little education, so don't lie to me.

After thinking it over again and again, she wrote a new one by herself.

Zhang Baiqing found a time when no one was around and secretly put the letter into the mailbox of Genji Heavy Industries. Then the Snake Eight Clan, who had been looking for someone in a big way, did indeed quiet down. As for what they were thinking and whether they felt that their Uesugi Clan was really safe, he didn't know.

But Zhang Baiqing felt that the Eight Snake Families should pay him $100 million to compensate him for the losses he suffered while accompanying their eldest lady these days.

Eri took a sip of her wine slowly and wrote, "The day after tomorrow, or my brothers will get worried."

(End of this chapter)