I really don't want to be reborn.

Cute and natural, with eyes half the size of her face, she doesn't need to eat or poop, and she can even have sex—what do you think?

Okay, everyone wants it, but...

"Stop running away from reality, Gennosuke Miura, it's all fake!"

The harsh voice instantly froze Miura's smiling face. Kosaka slapped him on the shoulder: "Time to wake up! How long are you going to sleep?"

Miura lowered his head listlessly: "I can't find a girlfriend. I'm not handsome either. It's an incurable disease..."

Yes, that's true.

Being ugly is a disease; otherwise, why would plastic surgery clinics be called hospitals?

"Who says you have to be good-looking? If that were the case, wouldn't all the single men in the world be ugly? What are you thinking!"

"But... I should have social anxiety."

"It's not that it should be, most otaku do it," Kousaka Kyosuke sighed, pondered for a moment, and came up with a good idea: "When it comes to getting to know people, you can start with people you know well."

This scoundrel started coming up with terrible ideas: "You could date someone you know as if they were a girl, right? Like your vice-minister, Makabe—"

Miura was startled and gave a squirrel-like expression: "Eek!"

"You can try treating him like a girl for a bit. Oh, that's enough about life advice. I'm going somewhere..."

After saying goodbye to Gennosuke Miura, Kosaka arrived at the door of the broadcasting room and knocked.

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Chapter Eighteen: A Tiger in Her Heart, A Nanny in Her Hands

"The theme of this broadcast is about dreams, which fits the theme of graduation season very well."

"dream……"

He once had dreams.

For a time traveler, his future is brighter than anyone else's. Perhaps it is because the future is so vast, distant, bright, and dazzling that fate plays tricks on him in this way.

Sparkling and bright—just thinking about it makes me happy, as happy as drinking cola in winter.

His dream could be very far-reaching: to unify the world and dominate the globe.

It can also be a very ordinary life, living a peaceful and uneventful life with family.

Regardless of what his dream was, Kyosuke Kousaka firmly believed that as long as he worked hard, his dream would definitely come true.

As long as he holds this belief, he thinks it's okay to face the world with whatever weapons or equipment he chooses.

but……

He no longer has that kind of thing; his original aspirations have faded. Whenever he sees words like "dream," he feels heartbroken.

That was the setting sun gradually sinking, and the stream water being drawn into a bucket, no longer as angry as it once was.

Life is only about the present.

"Hi! Today's broadcast is a special program prepared especially for the third-year students. Our special guests are the former student council president, as well as the president and vice president of the Literature Department..."

Today, the person in charge of broadcasting is a second-year newcomer, and their angle is rather unconventional: "Hey, does Kousaka-san have anything to say to the graduating student council president? You can even confess your feelings, it's fine."

"...As for me, I wish the president success in dyeing his hair."

The president, unable to maintain his dignified image, angrily shouted, "Kousaka Kyosuke!"

A short laugh came over the loudspeaker: "Oh dear, humor has always been one of Kousaka-san's strengths! But I also hope the student council president's hair dyeing goes well, so he can come back to school to see us from time to time..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly interjected, "And then the student council became a place we would occasionally go to sit and have tea."

"That's a good suggestion..."

Before he could finish speaking, the newly appointed student council president burst through the door, grabbed the microphone, and yelled, "The former president was a senile old woman!"

"Wow!"

The former president and the new president started fighting on the spot. This development left Kyosuke Kosaka stunned. He silently stood up and turned up the volume of the loudspeaker. Then, all the teachers and students in the school heard the strange voices of two girls.

"Hmm... Ha..."

"Ah-ah-"

The broadcaster was terrified and quickly grabbed the microphone: "Ah, the student council is testing the microphone right now, ah, um... Hey! Don't push me, okay?"

Hearing the loud noise from the loudspeaker, everyone almost fell over.

"Xiao Shi, you have to go help out, lest the host go crazy on her first day of work."

Kyosuke coughed, gripped the microphone, and said in a deep, magnetic voice, "Hello everyone, the old and new members of the student council are currently in discussions, and it seems that the new student council and the broadcasting department are arguing over the allocation of the lunch break broadcast program for next semester."

"The Literature Club is taking a neutral stance, and Club President Kasumigaoka is trying to persuade them to calm down and discuss things, but it seems—"

"Ugh! Ugh! No way... I won't give in!"

"I'm going to expose all your dirty secrets today, you old woman! I've been wanting to get back at you for ages!"

"Hey! Don't shoot from that spot!"

"Excuse me, Kasumigaoka-san, you're in the way..."

As his senior year of high school came to a bittersweet end, Kyosuke Kousaka's daily life gradually shifted from Chiba to Tokyo before the short spring break.

He will probably skip many classes next academic year. He has already taken care of his attendance. The rest is just solid academic performance, which is not a big problem.

Let's make money this year; six months of hard work will be enough for him to squander for the next two years.

"Brother, I've never been abroad before and I'm unfamiliar with this place. What if I get fooled by foreigners?"

"Teacher Akamatsu, don't put so much pressure on yourself. You are the brand's mascot, and you have a dedicated tour guide and translator. As for the specifics, we'll probably have to discuss them with Otsuki."

Inside a dry pot restaurant in Shinjuku, Tokyo, Kyosuke Kosaka was excitedly ordering food. Good heavens, he had wanted to go out for dry pot with those bastards from his company for a long time, but unfortunately, he had never had a suitable time.

Eating with your girlfriend is fine, but when the two of them are all lovey-dovey, the focus shifts from food to eating people...

Yeah, my girlfriend Kasumigaoka Utaha is a real man-eater.

He only recently discovered that her saliva could help reduce swelling...

Just then, another woman from Kawahara walked in and saw them: "Oh, you're here too. Would you mind sharing a table?"

Kawahara Reki sat down and grinned broadly: "Akamatsu-sensei, I just overheard the editor-in-chief saying bad things about you at the paperback station."

Kawahara, that bespectacled guy, is dishonest; he snitched the moment he walked in.

“When Oda was around, I would definitely have dinner with them. But the one who came now is too serious and meticulous, so I don’t dare to tell jokes casually.”

This old rogue always wants to tell jokes when he drinks. Eriri Sawamura used to admire him quite a bit, but after learning about his hobby, she decisively left without even asking for his autograph.

"There's just something different about all these leaders..."

"Kousaka was the luckiest; he snagged a bargain, a really big one!"

Kyosuke Kosaka is preparing dishes for the Dengeki Bunko female editor: "It's not entirely my good luck that the study is separate; actually, it's quite interesting. The main reason is what's above."

You mean up there?

"Remember that female director? No matter how much she ruins your comics, no matter how useless she is, there are several times more people who hate her than support her. But this person's eyes are always looking up, not down."

Surprisingly, Kyosuke Kosaka, a high school student, spoke eloquently about the rules of the workplace in front of a group of adults: "As long as you have the support of those above you, even if you have a terrible reputation, your position will remain secure, and you may even rise through the ranks."

He then maliciously poured the female editor a glass of wine: "It's not that difficult, but it's not easy either, especially to rise from the editor level to real management. In the end, it all comes down to actual ability."

"Like Kumagai?"

"Kumagai Ryunosuke, huh..."

His gaze fell on the shop entrance. A familiar figure had just flashed by. He pondered for a moment and said, "Kumagai has the advantage of being young. He is steady but not pedantic, and he gets along well with everyone."

"As an editor, you take the middle path, always paying attention to the author's changes and not forgetting to communicate. Plus, you're practical and hardworking. If I'm not mistaken, he will be transferred in the second half of the year."

The female editor took a sip of her drink, shook her head with a wry smile: "Being an editor is a complex subject—I was originally planning to help Kumagai get his manuscript approved..."

Kyosuke Kosaka's face turned cold: "No manuscript, just one life!"

…………

After lunch, Kyosuke Kosaka headed towards his house in Shinjuku.

He'll probably be living here for most of the first half of this year, partly for work and partly because he promised that old gentleman, Sawamura Spencer.

Help him take care of his eldest daughter—well, just take care of her, and threaten him not to do anything wrong.

Who's messing around?!

Who would do anything reckless!

Then again, he already has a girlfriend with long, straight black hair, so how could he possibly be interested in other girls...?

"Are you serious?"

"What do you mean, really?"

In a corner between the Kousaka and Doma residences, he was grabbed by the collar and shaken violently by Eriri Sawamura, who had arrived uninvited: "Hey, you and... her, aren't you very close?"

Kyosuke Kousaka's eyes darted around, and he started to get mischievous: "It's alright, Touma and I are friends."

Eriri looked at him with disdain: "You're disgusting. You can be friends with anyone, just like that... what's-his-name socialite! You're such a social butterfly!"

I fucking want to punch someone!

"Don't be like that. At most, I'm just a 'normie' (a person who is popular with others). I know you, poor lonely soul, have a problem with 'normies'—but Eriri, aren't we friends?"

Eriri, who only has one true friend in her life, blushed. When she blushed, she showed her tsundere nature: "Friend... whatever, whatever you say, I don't want to argue with you."

But surprisingly, the arrogant girl still remembered the topic from earlier: "You guys are friends? You have a really good relationship?"

"You mean Touma and me? Yeah, we're really close..."

Honestly! If we don't get along, would you stand in line with him until midnight?

Eriri Sawamura said in a low voice, "Kousaka, I don't know how you view our family affairs, but you absolutely cannot interfere."

"can."

Anyway, I can just interfere...

Eriri was still worried: "And, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely—you must not do anything bad to her."