Anime Heart

Arima Kousei took on this part-time job because he wanted to earn some money to do what he wanted to do. Although his aunt gave him a certain amount of money every week, he didn't want to keep asking her for money.

After all, she was just his aunt.

But now that my younger brother is back, and my father has given him a bank card, the money problem is solved, and I won't need to work part-time to earn money anymore.

Even so, he still wanted to do this part-time job.

First, it keeps me occupied, preventing me from feeling empty and lonely. Second, I still can't let go of my love for music.

Although I no longer play the piano, I still unconsciously gravitate towards the piano and music.

Indeed, music is my true home, but why can't I hear the sound of the piano I'm playing?!

In the music room, Kousei Arima was playing the piano with great force. From the somewhat chaotic sounds the piano made, it was clear that he was feeling very anxious and depressed.

The music room is a public space, and anyone who needs it can easily get the key by explaining their reason. Therefore, Kousei Arima can complete his tasks here.

According to him, he was only playing the piano to adjust the pitch, not to actually play. But even so, as he played, his hands suddenly stopped.

The symptoms reappeared; I could no longer hear the sound of the instrument being played.

Leaning back in his chair, Kousei Arima stared at the ceiling with a sense of helplessness. He seemed to see the ceiling rippling like the surface of water, and he felt as if he were submerged in water.

The sound of the piano seemed to be blocked by water.

After stopping playing for a few minutes, all symptoms disappeared without a trace, as if they had never happened.

"As expected, it still doesn't work!"

Bah! !

The sound of glass shattering came from the window. Before Kousei Arima could turn around to see what was happening, a dark shadow grew larger and larger, hitting him directly in the forehead.

"Ah!" Arima Kousei collapsed in perfect accordance with Newton's law of universal gravitation, blood slowly seeping from his forehead and dripping onto the floor.

On the playground outside the window, in the baseball team's training area, Tsubaki Sawabe couldn't help but complain, "Why is the school building built on the trajectory of a baseball?! Who did this unscientific design?!"

"I think it's great, at least I can see cute girls cheering me on!" Watari Ryota, who was dribbling the ball, happened to pass through the baseball area and heard Sawabe Tsubaki's words, so he retorted.

"Alright, alright, Tsubaki! You hit the ball, go get it!" The baseball club president spoke up. Tsubaki shrugged, helplessly walked to the side, put down her equipment, picked up her phone, and ran into the school building.

"Wow, Sawabe Tsubaki actually changed her phone! And it's the latest iPhone! That's amazing!" A girl from the baseball team couldn't help but say as she watched Sawabe Tsubaki walk away, though the sourness in her words was obvious to everyone.

"Never mind them, get back to training. If you can be as good as Xiaochun, I'll give you special privileges and let you carry your phone too." As the department head, he naturally couldn't let the training stop, so he walked around giving instructions and supervising the members.

After changing into her indoor shoes, Tsubaki Sawabe headed towards the room with the broken window. From the outside, that should be where the music room was located.

When she opened the door, Tsubaki Sawabe was shocked to see a person crawling on the ground with a small pool of blood.

"Aaaaaah! Someone's dead!!"

The next moment, she suddenly fell silent, quietly walked to the baseball, picked it up, and slid away.

"Ouch!" The person lying on the ground suddenly sat up, blood clearly flowing from the wound on their forehead.

"Hey, Tsubaki! What are you doing here?" This person was none other than Arima Kousei, who had been hit on the head by a baseball hit by Sawabe Tsubaki.

Upon realizing who she had hit, Tsubaki Sawabe suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, it was Kousei! That solves the problem."

"Tsubaki! You broke the glass again! How many times has this happened? It's like the glass in this classroom has a grudge against you ever since you started junior high!" Arima Kousei couldn't help but complain.

"Relax, relax! You know, the number of broken windows is my badge of honor as a power hitter!" Tsubaki Sawabe said with undisguised pride.

"Then you'd better tone it down a bit! You're hitting too far..."

Arima Kousei lectured her, but Sawabe Tsubaki ignored him. After the conversation, Sawabe Tsubaki left with the baseball, telling Arima Kousei not to move and to wait for her to come back.

Arima Kousei wanted to clean up the broken glass, but he was feeling a bit dizzy, so he really had to listen to Sawabe Tsubaki.

Not long after, Tsubaki Sawabe returned, carrying a first-aid kit.

She had already asked the baseball captain for leave and went to the school doctor to get a small first-aid kit. Because of her restless nature, she often gets injured, and she is already very skilled at treating injuries.

After all, experience makes perfect!

After skillfully treating Kousei Arima's injuries, she diagnosed him like a doctor: "It's alright, injuries like this will heal in a couple of days. Just remember not to get it wet!"

“Yes, yes, Dr. Sawabe is right~” Arima Kousei responded, then immediately complained, “I don’t know who made things like this.”

"Ahem, let's clean this up quickly!" Sawabe Tsubaki changed the subject. She couldn't be as self-righteous as before, since she had done something wrong.

No longer wanting to argue with Tsubaki Sawabe, Kousei Arima prepared to grab the large shard of glass with his hands, while Tsubaki Sawabe searched for a dustpan and a broom.

Snapped!

The broom was thrown to the ground, and Sawabe Tsubaki rushed over and grabbed Arima Kousei's hand, which was about to touch the glass. "Don't pick it up with your bare hands, it's dangerous!"

Chapter Twelve: Wanting to Stand Up to the Class Teacher

Seeing Tsubaki Sawabe's serious gaze, Kousei Arima swallowed the words he was about to say. Tsubaki was really worried about him, so he decided to let it go this time.

What he was about to say was, "What about the injury on my forehead...?" But if he said it now, he might get beaten to death by Xiaochun.

Click!

The sound of a phone camera taking a picture reached their ears. Sawabe Tsubaki and Arima Kousei turned to look at the person taking the picture, who obliviously said, "Hey, got it! The pixels on an iPhone are so good, it's so clear."

"You two are childhood sweethearts and neighbors, showing off your love in any situation! You two young couple~~" Ryota Watari squatted on the windowsill and took a few more pictures with his new phone.

Upon hearing Ryota Watari's words, the two reacted identically: "We're not a couple!! x2"

Ryota Watari came over to help. Although the two of them could handle it on their own, Ryota was a little worried, so he came to check on things.

After cleaning up the broken glass and wiping the floor, the three of them went to the dean's office to apologize.

If the teacher finds out, the punishment will be much more severe than admitting fault! For safety reasons, doing this is the wisest choice for them.

Despite all the interesting things happening here, Ma Xiandong found it rather difficult to get through the time in the homeroom teacher's office.

As soon as he entered the room, he said to the teacher, "Mr. Ikemoto, can I not be the class monitor?"

"Oh, why do you say that?"

"Well, in short, I feel that I am completely incapable of this position. If I were to become the class monitor, I might lead the students astray."

Masashi Ikemoto pushed up his glasses. He had already seen through Arima Kento's thoughts. This guy was just simply afraid of trouble! All that talk about leading his classmates astray was just an excuse!

However, he also has a way to deal with it; it just depends on whether Ma Xiandong will accept the challenge.

"Abilities can be cultivated. Even if you go astray, I, as your homeroom teacher, will be there to keep an eye on you. The homeroom teacher's responsibility is to pull you back in time when you go astray, so there is absolutely no problem with that."

"Or do you think you're incompetent? That you're not good enough?"

"Ha, just a mere provocation!" Yu Ma Xiandong thought dismissively, then replied, "It seems I have no choice but to become class monitor. Teacher, you'd better keep an eye on me!"

Arima Kento was only in his early twenties across his two lifetimes, a time when he was full of vigor and vitality. Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked his life to save the little girl in his previous life.

The tactic of provocation can be quite effective.

However, Arima Kento regretted it immediately, because Ikemoto Masashi started his long-winded commentary.

He explained to Arima Kento in detail everything he needed to do to be the class monitor, like crushing a cookie and mixing it with water.

If I had persisted a little longer, the homeroom teacher might not have let me be the class monitor.

However, Masashi Ikemoto's approach was very effective. Arima Kenji, who had never been a squad leader before, now had a pretty good understanding of the responsibilities of a squad leader and was mentally prepared.

This will have many benefits for subsequent class activities.

An hour later, Masashi Ikemoto took a sip of water to moisten his throat and said, "That's about it. Does Arima-kun have any other questions?"

Arima Xiandong quickly shook his head. He dared not ask any more questions, fearing that the teacher, who still had energy left, would use that question as an excuse to start another long talk.

Moreover, he didn't need to ask any questions, because the teacher had already told him everything and completely resolved his doubts.

"Alright then! It's almost five o'clock. If you're not participating in club activities, Arima-kun, you should go home. I don't have anything to do here."

"Okay, see you tomorrow, teacher!"

"Goodbye!" Masashi Ikemoto waved as he watched Arima Kento leave his office and close the door behind him. He grinned and waved in celebration.

"Yay! Promotion and raise! Promotion and raise!!"

Stepping out of the office, Ma Xiandong breathed a sigh of relief. This homeroom teacher was really too competent! It was rare to see a teacher so familiar and caring towards the class monitor.

"Hey, Xian Dong! Are you done with your business? Then it's time to go home!" Sawabe Tsubaki was always full of energy, and her infectious enthusiasm made Arima Xian Dong feel happy too.

It was precisely because of Tsubaki Sawabe that Kousei Arima didn't become too gloomy. Otherwise, given his current state, he would have become extremely gloomy over the past three years.

The three people came out of the dean of students' office next door. You Ma Xiandong asked curiously, "Hey, what's going on with you guys? Why are you coming out of the dean of students' office?"

"That bald headmaster, all he did was break a window, and he lectured me for an hour!" Sawabe Tsubaki immediately complained.

Ryota Watari curled his lip and said, "Shouldn't we be thankful that the problem was solved in just one hour?"

"I really wish you could think about it for me, the one who's been nagging you for an hour!" Arima Kousei interjected, his expression both helpless and resigned.

"Alright, hurry up and pack up, let's go home together!" After understanding what had happened, Ma Xiandong stepped in to mediate.

The four went to the classroom to get their uniform bags, went to the shoe locker, changed their shoes, and then left the school together.

Arima Kento's first day of school in this world has come to an end. So many interesting things happened on the first day of the first semester of his third year of junior high school. The days ahead will definitely not be boring!

After hearing the different versions of Kousei's injury told to him by the three people, Arima Kento thought to himself.

"Hey, I'm going to the convenience store." Kousei Arima suddenly said on the way, "Now that Xian Dong is home, we can't have instant noodles for dinner, so we need to go to the convenience store to buy something to eat."

"Okay, okay! I'll go too!" Tsubaki Sawabe said, looking greedy. "The convenience store just got a new batch of ice cream. I tried one, it was so delicious, you guys should try it too!"

“Okay, I’ll go with you,” Watari Ryota said.

The three looked at Arima Kento, who could only wave his hand and say, "Since you're all going, how can I not go? Let's go!"

When it comes to food, Ma Xiandong can eat almost anything except for things that are too spicy, and he also likes sweets.

If he is categorized as either a "sweet" or "salty" party, then he is a neutral party, the kind of person who would be either courted or eliminated by the other two parties.

He thought both sweet and savory tofu pudding were delicious.

Convenience stores in Japan offer a wide variety of products, including not only packaged ready-made items but also homemade specialty cooked foods that taste fantastic.

Chapter Thirteen: Returning Home

The specialty food at the convenience store that Arima Kousei and his friends frequent is braised pork patties.