Chapter 011: Hardworking Friday

Wang Bo sat on the sofa, boredly watching the workers on TV boast and brag. He picked up the remote and changed the channel. Recently, all the TV stations had similar news reports, and he was already tired of them.

Can't you find something fresh?

Do you have to revolve every topic around monsters and superheroes?

Wang Bo genuinely didn't think there was anything worth discussing about this topic. Why was everyone acting like they'd been injected with adrenaline? It had been a week already—weren't they bored?

After complaining inwardly several times, Wang Bo finally reached his limit, turned off the TV, and started playing with his phone.

But just then, his Transformer, Miss Friday, suddenly said, "Master, I've made an unexpected discovery."

"An unexpected discovery?" Wang Bo looked up and glanced at Friday sitting on the coffee table.

By the way, the phone Wang Bo was holding wasn't his own, but Kaneki Ken's. However, since he had replaced Kaneki Ken, in a sense, Kaneki Ken's phone was also his phone.

"What did you find?"

"I found a person who might be a time traveler."

"Time traveler?" Wang Bo was startled, his expression turning more serious. "You found a time traveler?"

"Just a suspicion," Friday said. "While browsing the internet earlier, I happened to come across a homeless girl. When I tried to help her return home, I discovered that there were no records of her anywhere in Japan—not in the Metropolitan Police Department, nor anywhere else. So..."

"So you suspect she's a time traveler, right?" Wang Bo said.

"Yes," Friday nodded, her slender mechanical body swaying gently.

Wang Bo asked, "Did you ever consider that the girl might simply be an undocumented resident?"

Undocumented residents were very common in ancient times, and even in modern times, they weren't unheard of.

Even now, many people still continuously smuggled themselves into Japan.

"I was negligent, Master," Miss Friday paused, frankly admitting her mistake, her voice sounding somewhat dejected.

"Well, you have good intentions." Wang Bo hadn't expected Friday to work on his behalf. While he was idling away his time, his Transformer was tirelessly searching for clues about time travelers.

What 'happened to come across a suspected time traveler'? How could it be so coincidental? Wang Bo didn't believe it.

Wang Bo was certain that after entering this world, Miss Friday had started searching the internet for time travelers, with the sole purpose of helping him.

Whether true or false, this effort made Wang Bo very happy.

To avoid dampening Friday's enthusiasm, Wang Bo finally said, "Send me a photo of this suspected time traveler."

"No problem, Master." Friday's voice became much more spirited.

In an instant, a photo was sent to Wang Bo's phone.

Wang Bo opened the photo and was taken aback.

The photo showed a beautiful girl. She had jet-black hair like satin, a small round face, big eyes full of curiosity, lips that carried a hint of a smile, a slender neck and prominent collarbones, well-developed full breasts, faint traces of ribs, and soft waistlines beneath the ribs.

Wang Bo had seen many beautiful girls like her; among those he had encountered, she was merely average.

Yes, she was just an ordinary beautiful girl.

But what caught Wang Bo's attention was that this ordinary beautiful girl wore an orange hair tie, with her hair braided into two pigtails on each side, then rolled up and tied at the back of her head.

Hmm... this outfit was all too familiar.

It's you, Miyamizu Mitsuha!

So, this world is actually the world of [Your Name]?

Wait, that doesn't seem right. What did Friday say earlier? She was undocumented. That shouldn't be. If Wang Bo remembered correctly, Miyamizu Mitsuha was the shrine maiden of the Miyamizu Shrine in Itomori Town.

How could she be undocumented?

Damn, could it be that Miss Friday really got it right? This Miyamizu Mitsuha was a time traveler who came to this world and thus became an undocumented resident without an identity.

"Friday, where did you find Miyamizu Mitsuha?"

"Master, how do you know the girl's name is Miyamizu Mitsuha? Could it be..."

"That's right, you found the right one." Wang Bo couldn't help but look at Friday with newfound respect. "She really is a time traveler. You did great, Friday. Now let's go find her."

Wang Bo stood up, put on his clothes, and walked out of the apartment. "Where is she now?"

"In Shibuya, Tokyo."

"Then let's go."

Wang Bo drove his sports car, Black Wing, speeding all the way, and soon arrived in Shibuya.

Among Tokyo's twenty-three wards, Shibuya was definitely the favorite district for young people. Shibuya's characteristic was that each street and area had its own unique features.

The central avenue, lined with fashion stores for young people, fast-food joints, and game centers, was quite eye-catching as a trendsetting hub for youth fashion.

Whether day or night, it was always crowded with mostly teenagers, and the lively scene gave one a deep sense of modern Japan.

It was precisely this unique atmosphere that gave rise to another culture.

The gyaru culture.

But Wang Bo genuinely couldn't appreciate this culture, nor could he appreciate those girls who looked fashionably dressed.

As a foreigner, Wang Bo truly couldn't understand what was beautiful about women who tanned their skin dark, dyed their hair tea-colored or blond with curls, wore long leg warmers, and had heavy eye shadow and fake eyelashes.

If it were in anime, it would indeed be pretty.

But if it were real people, Wang Bo couldn't appreciate it.

Of course, the reason Wang Bo brought this up was that when he arrived in Shibuya and found Miyamizu Mitsuha on Shibuya Park Avenue, she was being harassed by a few gyaru.

A few gyaru, looking fierce, surrounded Miyamizu Mitsuha, who seemed as timid as a quail.

"Tell us, what are you going to do now?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"We're not trying to rip you off, but you have to compensate us. Three thousand yen, just three thousand yen, how about that?"

"But... but..." Miyamizu Mitsuha looked anxious, completely at a loss.

Wang Bo slowly walked over, overhearing their conversation, and seemed to understand something.

The specific reason wasn't complicated. Miyamizu Mitsuha had accidentally bumped into a few gyaru while walking, causing one of their phones to fall.

The phone hit the ground, and the screen cracked.

So the gyaru were demanding compensation from Miyamizu Mitsuha. Three thousand yen, in a sense, wasn't really expensive.

If what the gyaru said was true, it wasn't extortion.