Lying on the bed.

White latte has a lot of thoughts.

The ground of the wasteland has no prefabricated cement and not much floor tiles.

There is dust on sunny days and mud on rainy days.

Wouldn't the windbreaker be very dirty?

Fighting in wasteland is fierce, and often fighting in the wild.

Tree branches, vines and xanthus ears.

Wouldn't the windbreaker be easily broken?

This is too fucking.

White Latte remembered the games he played before traveling through time again.

The male gun has skin, so he also wears a windbreaker?

The mouse has skin, so she also wears a windbreaker?

Vayne has a skin and wears a big cloak.

They also beat them to death, so why are their clothes never broken? They never dirty?

This is really unfair.

While thinking, sleepiness came.

Bai Latte's head was dizzy and unconsciously came to his dream.

In his dream, he was wearing a black windbreaker and was walking in Fujita.

If you want everyone to see it, you can see this handsome windbreaker.

Suddenly, someone shouted beside him.

"What awesome!"

Bang!

A ball of mud flew over and hit the shoulder of the windbreaker.

Large clumps of mud are still flowing, flowing from shoulders to sleeves.

Too dirty!

The other hand quickly raised it and brushed the mud with its sleeve.

brush!

The sleeves brushed by, and the mud was thrown away.

The windbreaker was clean again, and there was no stain or mud spots, as if it had never been stained.

The white latte continued to move forward.

Someone shouted again.

"What awesome!"

Wow!

A basin of dirty water was poured over and wet the front of the windbreaker.

The dirty and smelly water is black and sticky. Some seeps into the windbreaker, and some flow down the collar.

Too dirty!

One hand quickly raised it and brushed away the dirty water with the sleeve.

brush!

The sleeves were brushed by, and the dirty water was thrown away.

The windbreaker was clean again, and there was no water stain or stains, as if it had never been stained.

The white latte continued to move forward.

Someone shouted again.

"What awesome!"

Wow!

A handful of smelly mud flew over and hit the back of the windbreaker.

The dirty and smelly mud is invisible, but you can smell the stench from behind!

Too dirty!

One hand quickly raised it, breaking the bones and joints of the arm, wrapping around behind, and wiping away the stinky mud.

brush!

The sleeves were brushed by, and the smelly mud was thrown away.

The windbreaker was clean again and there was no smell of smell, as if it had never been stained.

The white latte continued to move forward.

Someone shouted again.

"What awesome!"

A horse ran past, dusting the ground, smudged the hem of the windbreaker.

The clean black windbreaker is stained with dust, which is particularly eye-catching.

“It’s so dirty!”

Too dirty!

One hand, bent down and waved it, brushing the dust off the clothes with your sleeves.

brush!

The sleeves brushed by, and the dust was thrown away.

The windbreaker was clean again, and there was no dust or gravel, as if it had never been stained.

No... not only the hem of the front clothes, but also the hem of the back clothes, were also dirty.

The white latte suddenly bent backwards, and his waist made a crisp "crack" sound. The whole person bent backwards into an n-shaped shape, and brushed his sleeves across the hem of his clothes with his backhand.

brush!

The sleeves brushed by, and the dust was thrown away.

The windbreaker was clean again, and there was no dust or gravel, as if it had never been stained.

But... what should I do if the lumbar spine I just broke?

Can't recover?

Can't go back?

The white latte remains in an n-shaped shape bent backwards and spits out a mouthful of blood.

Ah, be careful!

Don't let blood stain the windbreaker!

Although his eyes were red, his lumbar spine was broken and his legs were no longer conscious...

Ah, yes. How can you stand still if your legs are gone?

Are you going to fall?

The body fell to the ground!

No, the ground is too dirty, there is dust and soil, which will stain the windbreaker!

Don't stain the windbreaker!

No!

No!

...

"ah!"

The white latte suddenly woke up.

It's already early morning.

The sun has not yet appeared, and the sky has been seen outside the window.

The white latte looked at the pillow and stacked neatly windbreakers.

I couldn't take a closer look last night, but when I saw it today, it was indeed black.
To be continued...