A message pops up on Qingye Sakuya's phone every morning: [Today's random gift: has arrived]. Sometimes it's half an hour of absolute sound, sometimes it's the feel of an omelette that won't break, sometimes it's the key to a strange cabinet, sometimes it's just a coupon from an unknown store.
He didn't want to worry about it, but he couldn't delete it and there was no customer service. What's even more troublesome is that every time he gets a gift, he always meets someone who needs help - a down-and-out idol peeking at a fan message board in a convenience store, a frustrated painter tearing up a painting and throwing it into the Tama River, a musician with an injured hand playing air guitar in the air, and a voice actor trainee who stood on the street for three hours and dared not enter the audition venue.
He didn't want to care. But what the cell phone gave him was just enough to help him a little bit. A little bit is good. Leave as soon as you finish helping, never stay any longer.
Even later, I met a monster, ran into a book, and ran to a scary abandoned school. Everyday life gradually became less normal.
A girl with silver hair and purple eyes was sitting on a single seat of a tram reading a flipped book. A monster with white hair and red eyes was lying on the bedside begging to be taken in... He obviously just wanted to avoid trouble at the beginning, but unknowingly he had gone to many places and had a daily life that was no longer ordinary.
First time writing about Riqing