I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 2 Kiyono Mizuki
"Wow! It's burnt again? Where did this kid even come from?!"

"Boss, what kind of person did you hire? Can he even play mahjong by himself?!"

The mahjong parlor was filled with the smells of smoke and tea.

The boy counting the money had a faint smile on his face.

"We are indeed a suitable opponent, and I look forward to playing such a wonderful game with you again next time."

"You're right, my foot!"

"I'll only fight you again if I let you win every time!!"

"Get out of here! Don't let me see you again!"

As I put away my money and left the mahjong parlor, night had already fallen.

In the richly colored night sky, it seemed as if a monstrous beast lurked, spying on the human world.

Gen Tsukino walked home, the streetlights bathing his short black hair.

Working a part-time job is out of the question, so he can only earn some living expenses through Japanese mahjong. Although the private high school in Japan, Shōri, offers a lot of scholarships, which he can almost always get in every exam, it's always good to have more options.

Who told him to be a helpless orphan?

But this identity also suits me now.

The surrounding environment was both strange and familiar; it looked exactly like Japan in my memory, yet it was called Neon.

It is the capital of this country, but it is not called Tokyo, but Akira.

Is it really a parallel world?
I'm too lazy to care.

The apartment building looked old, and the elevator creaked as it went up, as if it might fall at any moment.

However, this is one of the few 'homes' that I can rent in Zhaori with my current income level.

Actually, Gen Tsukino didn't go straight home; he stopped at the supermarket to buy some fruits and vegetables.

Before returning to my rented room, I saw the door next door.

There's a lot of 'graffiti' over there.

It was covered with glaring words like "Pay back the money" and "Kill your whole family".

Today it seems as if a new layer of bright red paint has been splashed on, resembling fresh chicken blood.

Gen Tsukino glanced at it briefly, then took out his keys and opened his front door.

Before long, the sounds of frying and cooking filled the air, accompanied by a rich aroma.

When Tsukino Gen walked out of the room again, his hands were already full.

Two food containers and a bag of fruit.

We arrived at the old door covered in graffiti.

"Dong dong dong."

He knocked on the door.

There was no response from inside.

But the boy's persistence seemed to make him extremely certain that there was someone inside.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

".who?"

Finally, an extremely cold voice came from inside.

"It's me, open the door."

"Didn't I tell you not to come again?"

His voice seemed to be trembling with cold.

However, Tsukino Gen's expression outside the door remained unchanged.

"I didn't promise you anything. Okay, open the door, I brought you food."

"No, I won't open the door. Please don't come again."

"Then I'll just come in."

"Eh?"

Ignore the strange noises inside.

Gen Tsukino held a plastic bag in one hand and two heavy food containers in his palms, remaining as steady as a mountain.

With his other hand, he could easily put it into his pocket and pull out a brand new key.

Then he brazenly opened the door that didn't belong to him.

The lights were on inside.

Right opposite the entrance was a young girl.

She has pure and beautiful features, and long, curled eyelashes, but her temperament is so gloomy and indifferent.

Even her long hair looked like a dark forest, draped messily over her shoulders.

She was sitting in a cold wheelchair, wearing only a floral dress in this weather.

She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands.

She stared intently at the boy, her eyes conveying a mixture of anger and helplessness.

"Where did you get the key?"

She asked coldly.

Gen Tsukino replied casually, "I specially went to get one made when I came to your house last time, since you always have these naughty moments."

He went straight behind the other person, ignoring the threatening look in her eyes, and pushed the girl's wheelchair into the room.

This angle is subtle; you can not only see the thick hair on the top of her head, but also look down to see the beautiful curve of her neckline.

The boy thought to himself, "You can lack anything, but you can't lack nutrition."

"Don't touch me! I've told you so many times, you don't need to come over here anymore. Do you know that it's illegal to secretly make a copy of my house key?"

"Then go call the police. Oh, I forgot, your phone is probably out of credit too. Hmm, can you push yourself to the police station?"

This is clearly a hellish joke.

This made the anger in the girl's eyes even more obvious.

"Are you here specifically to humiliate me? Are you offering me your pity so you can gain a sense of superiority from a disabled person like me?"

Her voice, trembling with cold, seemed to be getting increasingly out of control, causing her blood to rush to her face.

This made her cold and beautiful face even more alluring, like Rome waiting to be conquered.

He pushed the lunchbox to the table, put it down, and looked at the other person with a gentle smile.

"Of course I'm not here to humiliate you. I just know you can't stand my good intentions, so if you'd feel better if I scolded you a couple of times, I'm willing to do it."

"Get out of my house. If you try to come in again, I'll have to move out."

Faced with the girl's cold words, Tsukino Gen simply opened the lunchboxes one by one.

Then he sat down opposite the girl, picked up his chopsticks, and asked with a smile.

"Kiyono Mizuki, where else can you go if you leave here?"

The boy's question made Kiyono Mizuki involuntarily bite her lower lip.

Because of an accident, she not only lost her parents, but also almost lost both legs. The hospital declared that she would never be able to stand up again. She was all alone and helpless. If she lost even this small rented room, she would indeed have nowhere to go.

She is someone who doesn't even deserve to be a homeless person.

If it weren't for him, I might find even living one more day torment.

That's precisely why we can't let him stay here.

So he still gritted his teeth and said in a cold, harsh voice, "These are none of your business."

"I don't care, let's eat first. Will you eat by yourself or should I feed you?"

Tsukino Gen's overly direct suggestion caused Kiyono Mizuki to look up in surprise, her face noticeably flushing.

"I will not eat!"

"There's no such option: eat by yourself, or should I feed you?"

The boy was still smiling, but his eyes clearly conveyed the truth of his words.

Kiyono Mizuki picked up her chopsticks.

Head down, face flushed, chewing slowly.

Gen Tsukino then began to eat, while Miki Kiyono remained mostly silent at the table.

Tsukino Gen would chat about everyday trivialities, talking about nothing in particular.

Kiyono Mizuki merely raised her head slightly in response, offering no harsh reply whatsoever, as if such indifference could drive the boy away.

Make him understand that his so-called help is just a useless act of giving, a waste.

But from beginning to end, even after the meal was finished, Tsukino Gen's expression remained unchanged, still as calm and gentle as ever.

It was as if nothing could destroy the mask.

Even after they finished eating, Tsukino Gen cleaned up the mess and placed the fruit he had brought in front of the other person.

"Would you like some fruit? Vitamins can help you too."

"Help?" Kiyono Mizuki couldn't help but scoff, a hint of coldness appearing on her beautiful face.

"What can possibly help me like this? In fact, anyone who tries to help me will fall into a bottomless pit. If you're being kind because of the face I still have, then you can sleep with me now, as long as you promise never to come back."

She bit her lip hard, trying to control the burning heat in her cheeks as she uttered those words.

Gen Tsukino seemed lost in thought.

"I feel that my days are numbered and I don't want to die as a virgin. So, I'd like to give myself to a good-looking young man who often helps me, and also experience the pleasures of sex. That's a good reason. I can consider it."

The temperature, which had been well controlled, was instantly boiled over by Tsukino Gen's few words.

"I'm not experiencing it!!"

The temperature rose to red almost instantly.

Kiyono Mizuki's embarrassment seemed to make her stand up from her wheelchair and perform a medical miracle on the spot.

"Then what makes you think I need your body?"

Gen Tsukino's expression turned arrogant, almost condescending, a display of bullying by an able-bodied person against a person with disabilities.

"Someone like me, with excellent grades, handsome looks, and just the right age of eighteen, has beautiful girls vying for my attention. You can't even stand up, so you can't cooperate with so many positions. Do you think I need your body as a reason for me to take care of you?"

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Kiyono Mizuki opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word.

What can be said?!

They uttered such vulgar and shameless words with an air of righteous indignation, but they were all true!

She was so aggrieved that she almost burst into tears.

But at that moment, Tsukino Gen came to her side and turned her wheelchair to face him.

She revealed an angelic smile.

"So don't take yourself too seriously. I'm not a saint, and I don't covet your beauty."

"I"

"Okay, roll up the skirt first."

Qingye Mizue:? ? ?
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(End of this chapter)