My love is abyss mode

Chapter 9: Shibuya Street Performance

Back in the dilapidated apartment building, Kuronuma Kiba and Shirakawa Momo parted ways in the corridor on the second floor - she lived in room 203 next door.

Thinking of her cold eyes, Kuronuma Fang was in no mood to "get along well with his neighbors" - compared to cats, it was easier to get along with a gentle and considerate big sister.

I pushed the door open and returned to the apartment, took off my shoes, turned on the light, and neatly stacked the lunch boxes I had bought and put them into the refrigerator, leaving only a fried chicken rice bowl and a box of wild vegetables for dinner.

The taste is pretty good. Cold rice tastes much better than rice that has been frozen and not warmed up.

Kuronuma Ya sat cross-legged in front of the low wooden table, glanced at the note left by Shirakawa Momo in the morning, threw it into the trash can, took out his mobile phone and looked for a suitable part-time job on the Internet.

The 5 yen scholarship given by the college every month is enough to cover daily expenses such as rent, three meals a day, and even to go out and play occasionally on holidays, but it is not enough to save money.

After paying Shirakawa Momo 50 yen, he only had about 20 yen left in his savings, which was the savings he had saved from working part-time last semester. It was still a long way from the several million yen tuition for the University of Tokyo.

Why is there no entry in the system that can make money?

Garbage system.

However, compared to the system rules, Kuronuma Ya is more annoyed by the regulations of the private Qinglan Academy, which require students to participate in club activities and do not take into account the needs of students to work.

Generally speaking, part-time jobs for students start at 4 p.m. and last until 9 p.m. If they cannot leave school until 5 p.m., they cannot start work until 6 p.m.

Even if you work until 10 pm, it's only 4 hours, you won't earn 5 yen a day, and it will affect your sleep.

Maybe it’s because students come from relatively well-off families and don’t have the need to work.

Even after dinner, Kuronuma Kiba still hadn't found a part-time job from 6pm to 10pm. He packed up the trash, put on his shoes, and went out to try his luck in Shibuya.

The tram swayed through the deep night sky, making a clanging sound.

Kuronuma Kiba got off the train at Shibuya Station and walked out onto the platform, neon lights dripping into his vision like syrup.

Shibuya is still bustling and lively at night. In the impetuous air, traffic lights alternate between green and green, and crowds of people as crowded as sardines in a can rush across the zebra crossing. The sound of luxury sports cars is mixed with the advertising sounds on the outdoor LED screens.

He walked among the crowd of people dressed in bright and beautiful clothes, looking at the posters on the sides of the stores. Most of them were about discounts and membership recharge benefits, but there were also a few recruitment notices.

I walked from the statue of Hachiko to Cat Street, took a detour from Michisakagen, and arrived at Yoyogi Park, but still couldn't find a suitable part-time job.

Most of the job openings require full-time work, and the rare part-time jobs don't have suitable hours. Only one part-time job as a waiter in an Italian restaurant is decent, with an hourly wage of 950 yen, and the hours are from 6pm to 12am.

Unfortunately, this time of getting off work not only affects your rest, but you will also miss the last tram.

Taxis in Tokyo are very expensive, and Kuronuma Kiba has no plans to move for the time being.

Do I have to find an agent and let them earn a commission from my wages?

He sat on a bench outside Yoyogi Park for a short rest. The street lights filtered the shadows of the trees into fine gold foil, which felt cool on his skin.

A young girl was performing on the street in front of the iron fence of the park. Her white fingers rubbed against the strings of the purple guitar, making a pleasant sound, which drifted towards the neon halo in the distance with the night wind.

"さんざめく夜上え日も"

"Shibuya no Streetに朝が下る"

"どこか空しいような"

The song she sang was "Ultramarine". Her voice was so clear that it reminded Heinuma Ya of the taste of iced lemonade. Unconsciously, his attention was focused on the street performance.

From a distance, she has a great figure. The lights of passing cars on the street occasionally shine on her body, and her posture of being immersed in the performance is breathtakingly beautiful.

The surging guitar sound gradually overlaps with the breathing.

"Pretty good, huh?" a man's voice suddenly rasped behind him. Hei Nuoya turned around and saw a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a scruffy beard. Judging by his haphazardly cut hair, he was probably a freelancer.

"I say, isn't she beautiful?"

On the thin face of the middle-aged man, his small eyes with loose bags stared straight at the girl performing on the street with a smile on his face.

Kuronuma Fang withdrew his gaze and continued watching the girl's performance, ignoring him.

Once you succeed in striking a conversation with this kind of person, they will definitely keep selling you commercial insurance or niche magazines, or some other random stuff, in short, all useless stuff.

However, the man was not wrong, the girl performing on the street was indeed very beautiful.

She has a tall and sexy figure, with long, smooth purple hair falling straight down on both sides. The soft fabric of the pure cotton T-shirt hangs loosely on her plump chest, and the slim-fitting washed blue jeans outline her slender and long legs, full of charm.

After singing "Ultramarine", she stopped playing the guitar, took two steps forward to look at the mobile phone screen on the stand in front of her, and her delicate face emerged from the shadows.

Her eyebrows are charming, her amethyst-like eyes seem to be smiling, and her slightly upturned red lips have a charm of their own.

She stretched out her finger, tapped the screen, and played the guitar again. Judging from the prelude, it should be "Running Towards the Night"

Kuronuma Kiba originally wanted to listen to this song before going home and look for a part-time job near Shinjuku Station tomorrow. However, the middle-aged man standing behind him across the bench had no sense of boundaries and sat down next to him in a very familiar manner.

In Neon, it is very rare to see strangers approaching you like this.

He had some suspicion that the other party was a mental patient.

"Hey, young man, why are you not going home so late? What are you doing here?" The middle-aged man raised his arms and placed them on the back of the bench, leaning back, without a trace of embarrassment on his rough face.

"Uncle."

Black Swamp Fang glanced at his fancy shirt and said with a cold face and some impatience: "To be honest, I can beat ten people like you."

"Of course I know about this, Kuronuma-kun. I'm your fan."

The middle-aged man smiled, extended his hand in a friendly handshake gesture, and exclaimed in admiration, "I fell in love with your style during the first Yulong Banner qualifiers. You crushed us with absolute strength and speed. It was so cool!"

"Thank you." Kuronuma Fang responded politely, looking away from him and continuing to watch the street performance.

His attitude was cold, and his hands hung down, showing no intention of shaking hands with fans.

"Hey, I'm not a suspicious person. Let me introduce myself. My name is Masayuki Nakamura. I currently run an adult store nearby."

Seeing that he didn't want to shake hands, Nakamura Masayuki withdrew his hand awkwardly and touched the back of his head awkwardly: "I was just passing by while delivering goods, and I thought you looked familiar, so I came back to take a look. It's you, my idol."

Noisy.

"." Black Swamp Fang didn't want to pay attention to him.

It's not that I have an idol burden, but I find him annoying. This man talks too much and is not sincere enough.

Even though I knew him and his name, I still used such a clumsy way of chatting him up. Moreover, he had already decided to give up kendo and didn't even want to mention anything related to kendo.

"Kuronuma-kun, do you need me to help you get the contact information of that girl?" Nakamura Masayuki leaned over and asked attentively.

"No, thank you." Kuronuma Fang politely declined his flattery.

Who knows what the other party’s ulterior motives are?

The strange atmosphere between the two attracted the attention of the street performing girl. She tilted her head in confusion for a few seconds, stopped playing, unplugged the cable connecting the guitar and the speaker, and walked straight over.

(End of this chapter)