Chapter 012: Continuing the Bond

But the problem was that Miyamizu Mitsuha was a time traveler, not someone from this world.

She had no relatives in this world. Forget three thousand yen—Wang Bo doubted she could even come up with three hundred yen.

Three thousand yen was definitely a huge sum for her.

Understanding the situation, Wang Bo slowly walked over and pulled out ten thousand yen. “Here, this is your compensation.”

The gyaru girls were startled when they saw Wang Bo. One of them said, “Who are you?”

Wang Bo pointed at Miyamizu Mitsuha. “Her friend.”

Miyamizu Mitsuha was completely baffled. She didn’t know this man. Friend? That was way too presumptuous.

The gyaru girl took the ten thousand yen with a beaming smile, fished two thousand yen out of her pocket, and said to her companions, “Hey, who can lend me five thousand yen? I’ll definitely pay you back.”

Wang Bo was taken aback. They were actually giving change. These gyaru girls might look flashy, but their hearts were unexpectedly decent.

“No need.” Wang Bo quickly stopped her. “Fixing your phone screen costs more than three thousand. This ten thousand yen is compensation. Keep the change.”

The gyaru girl said sheepishly, “Oh, I couldn’t possibly.”

But despite her words, she was clearly tempted.

Wang Bo said a few more things to let her accept the ten thousand yen with a clear conscience. She smiled and stuffed the bill into her pocket. Before leaving, she said, “You’re a really nice guy. Got a girlfriend? Want to exchange email addresses?”

Wang Bo quickly declined politely.

After sending the gyaru girls off, Wang Bo turned to look at Miyamizu Mitsuha.

“Thank you so much for your help!”

Miyamizu Mitsuha instinctively bowed to Wang Bo in gratitude. Even though Wang Bo wasn’t her friend, he had saved her in that moment. She would never forget this kindness.

“And I’ll definitely pay you back that ten thousand yen.”

“Pay me back? You can’t even afford to feed yourself. Do you have the money to pay me back, Miyamizu Mitsuha?” Wang Bo asked with interest.

Miyamizu Mitsuha stared at Wang Bo in bewilderment. “Why… how do you know my name?”

“I not only know your name, but also your sister Miyamizu Yotsuha, your grandmother Miyamizu Hitoha, and your mother Miyamizu Futoha.”

Miyamizu Mitsuha looked at Wang Bo in shock and involuntarily stepped back. “A per—”

“Per?” Wang Bo was puzzled. And was that step back serious?

“Pervert! Stalker!!!”

Wang Bo: “…”

This was nothing like what he had imagined. Why was he being labeled a pervert stalker? He hadn’t done anything at all.

But thanks to Miyamizu Mitsuha’s scream, in an instant, everyone on the street turned their eyes to Wang Bo. Some even pulled out their phones, apparently ready to call the police.

Left with no choice, Wang Bo scooped up Miyamizu Mitsuha and ran off.

If the police came, things would be hard to explain.

After Wang Bo carried Miyamizu Mitsuha out of the park avenue, he set her down. Miss Miyamizu immediately backed away several steps, staring at him warily.

Wang Bo stepped forward and flicked her forehead without ceremony.

Tap!

Though he didn’t use much force, it still made Miyamizu Mitsuha cover her forehead and crouch down, repeatedly shouting, “Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.”

Wang Bo said with satisfaction, “That’s a lesson for calling me a pervert stalker.”

Miyamizu Mitsuha: “…”

“In short, I’m neither a pervert nor a stalker. I’m here to take you home, Miyamizu Mitsuha.”

“Take me home?” Miyamizu Mitsuha relaxed her guard slightly and looked at him in surprise. “I don’t know you.”

“I know you.”

Miyamizu Mitsuha grew more wary. “And you say you’re not a stalker.”

“Knowing you makes me a stalker?” Wang Bo rubbed his temples in exasperation. “What’s wrong with your brain? It’s way too quirky. Did it get damaged when you crossed worlds?”

“Crossed worlds? You… how do you know?” Miyamizu Mitsuha grabbed Wang Bo’s arm. “Why, why do you know that?”

“Why wouldn’t I know?” Wang Bo countered.

Miyamizu Mitsuha: “…”

Seeing her speechless, Wang Bo looked around and pointed at a nearby café. “Anyway, let’s go talk over there.”

Miyamizu Mitsuha hesitated, then finally nodded.

A few minutes later, they entered the café, found a seat by the window, and each ordered a cup of coffee. Wang Bo also ordered a dessert for Miyamizu Mitsuha.

If he remembered correctly, she liked this kind of food.

“Let me introduce myself first.” Seeing that Miyamizu Mitsuha was still faintly wary of him, Wang Bo said bluntly, “I am an envoy of the Multiverse God. I travel across the multiverse, and my job is to send lost travelers like you back to their own worlds.”

Miyamizu Mitsuha looked at him with pity. “Middle school syndrome?”

Wang Bo raised his hand as if to flick her again. Miyamizu Mitsuha quickly covered her forehead and leaned back. He asked helplessly, “Why can you accept crossing worlds but not this?”

“Sorry,” Miyamizu Mitsuha said awkwardly. “But multiverse gods and stuff—that’s too over the top. No normal person would believe that.”

“You’re a shrine maiden of the Miyamizu Shrine, and you don’t believe in gods?” Wang Bo grew even more exasperated. In the world of *Your Name.*, gods actually existed, otherwise Mitsuha and Taki wouldn’t have swapped bodies.

Miyamizu Mitsuha was about to nod, but then suddenly realized, “Huh? You mean our Miyamizu Shrine actually enshrines a god?”

“That’s right.” Wang Bo nodded affirmatively. In the plot of *Your Name.*, after the bond between Mitsuha and Taki was severed, Taki traveled a long way to the shrine’s sacred site, drank Mitsuha’s kuchikamizake, and successfully reconnected the severed bond.

But Miyamizu Mitsuha was just an ordinary high school girl.

Her kuchikamizake alone couldn’t reconnect their bond.

What truly reconnected them was the god enshrined at the Miyamizu Shrine. Through Mitsuha’s kuchikamizake, the two were bound together again, escaping a tragic ending and achieving a happy one.

“So you really are an envoy of the Multiverse God?” Miyamizu Mitsuha looked at Wang Bo in awe, never expecting this unremarkable person to be a divine messenger.

“Yes.”

“Can you prove it?”