The phone set to silent mode began to vibrate, indicating a new message.
Futaba took out her phone and saw that the account that posted the restricted tweet was chatting privately.
"It seems like the school uniform belongs to Minehara High School, right?"
"I'm nearby, do you want to meet me?"
"If you don't comply, I will sue the school."
There was a threatening aura in the text, and one could tell what the person sending the message intended to do.
Futaba's pupils shrank, she was scared.
It was natural for her to feel afraid because she had never experienced something like this since she was a child.
"Give it to me," Ryuji took Futaba's cell phone and sent a voice message to the other party.
"I am the president of the Minehara student council, Hyakki Ryuji. Since you know Minehara high school, you may have heard of my method. If you post anything like this again, I will arrest you and teach you what civility is!"
Ryuji's arrogant speech was sent, and he didn't know what the person who heard it was thinking.
"Idiot, how can you reveal your identity!" Futaba said worriedly.
"Does not matter. If he comes, I will educate him well," Ryuji disagreed.
Futaba is worried that Ryuji will be exposed, and online violence is very serious nowadays.
Azusagawa's younger sister is currently suspended from school due to online violence.
"But…" Futaba wanted to say something else.
"Twitter, do you want me to delete it for you?" Ryuji said suddenly.
Futaba opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.
She knew that Ryuji didn't want her to worry, but she didn't know how to accept this kindness.
Is their friendship this good?
"...Wipe."
For some unknown reason, Futaba agreed to delete her tweet.
There was silence between the two.
"Can... You take me back? I'm a little scared right now because of what just happened," Futaba lowered her head.
"No problem," Ryuji nodded.
On it way back to Futaba, Ryuji finds out about her family's situation.
Futaba's parents are involved in scientific research and are away from home all year round. She's the only one living at home.
When Ryuji saw Futaba's house, he was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Futaba was still a rich young woman.
"Would you like to come in and sit?" Futaba asked.
Even though her acted very calm, this was indeed the first time she had invited the opposite sex into the house.
Ryuji shook his head, "I still have to look for another Futaba, forget it for today."
"Oh, right," Futaba nodded, feeling disappointed for no reason.
"Then I'll leave it to you."
"Sure."
…
Even though Ryuji promised in front of Futaba, it wasn't easy to find people in a place this big.
Ryuji asks Futaba if she brought her ID card, and gets a positive answer.
If you don't have an ID card, there aren't many places you can go.
She can't stay in a hotel, and Futaba doesn't have many friends.
The most likely place besides the park is an internet cafe.
Internet cafes in Japan are really unique.
It has a small independent space and complete living facilities, so it is very suitable for one person to live in.
There's free manga and unlimited drinks at the internet cafe, and visitors can even take a shower.
In Japan, many people prefer to go to internet cafes rather than stay in hotels.
There weren't many internet cafes around here, so Ryuji planned to look for them one by one.
Every private room was closed and no one would disturb him, so he really had to take a risk when he came to the internet cafe to look for someone.
But it's clear Ryuji isn't ready to try his luck.
He found the person in charge at the internet cafe counter.
"Hello, what can I do?"
"Do you have a girl named Futaba Rio?" Ryuji asked.
The person in charge showed a professional smile and said, "Sorry, we cannot reveal the privacy of our guests."
Expected answer.
"Let me ask you again, do you have a girl named Futaba Rio?"
Ryuji's words had a hint of Magecraft, and the person in charge said blankly: "I need to check the data."
"Continue."
This makes everything very efficient.
After Ryuji searched three internet cafes, he finally found Futaba.
*Knock Knock*
A knock on the door aroused Futaba's alertness. Has anyone come to a one-room internet cafe like this?
She didn't order anything either.
"Who?" Futaba asked carefully.
"Me."
This voice was familiar to Futaba.
"Hyakki?"
"Um."
Futaba opened the private room door, and there was Ryuji outside.
"Why you are here?" Futaba asked.
"You don't let me sit… Forget it, let's go out and talk."
Futaba frowned, but didn't refuse.
The two of them were walking on the street outside, Futaba was dressed very carelessly, in a big T-shirt and sandals, not like a high school student.
"How did you know I was here?" Futaba asked.
"The other Futaba asked me for help," Ryuji answered.