My daily life in love is too contrary to my character.

"No."

"Shiraishi-kun, you're really not normal today. You actually refused this kind of invitation."

"Anyone who would believe your nonsense is abnormal." Shiraishi Sawah rolled his eyes.

Upon arriving at shelf number 3, Shiraishi Zexiu located the exact location of the Letao brand and took out all its varieties to check their expiration dates.

"Once you enter the mulberry market, there are no expired products, and the only one that's close to its expiration date is the cheese biscuit."

"Okay, then you can handle it. Wait a minute, do you know how to handle it? Go to the workroom and print out a discount code, then put all the items in the near-expiry special offer section."

“Grandma Ueno also taught me this, and I remember it doesn’t need to be emphasized.”

"It's hard to believe that Shiraishi-kun can forget what I said a minute ago. By the way, why don't you use Line anymore? You're ruining your voice by using it like this."

"My phone battery is almost dead, I'll save some for my commute home tonight, just in case."

The receptionist paused for a few seconds.

"Okay, then take care of your throat."

"Will do."

After a brief moment of thought, Shiraishi Sawahide chose to complete the task using the excuse that his phone was out of battery.

--

After dealing with the near-expiry cookies, Shiraishizawa Hide walked to the front desk area, twisted his neck, and...

"Those bottom shelves are really difficult for tall people; standing up and squatting down is really tiring."

Chiyo didn't respond. Instead, she tilted her head, her beautiful fox-like eyes slightly narrowed, looking at Shiraishi Sawa with curiosity and a smile.

"What's wrong, Yi-Ru-Sang?"

"Shiraishi-kun, you probably don't have any cash on you, and if your phone is off, how are you going to get home later?"

"It's not completely out of power, it just can't keep up with continuous Line chatting, there's still a little bit of power left."

"I see."

Just as Shiraishi Sawahide finished his relaxation exercises and was about to start another conversation, Ichiyo took the initiative to ask him about Shiraishi Sawahide.

"Shiraishi-kun, what university do you want to go to in the future, and what major do you want to study?"

"Why are you suddenly asking this?" In the past, Chiyo would never have asked Shiraishi Sawa about his personal thoughts.

"A young girl's curiosity is always unrestrained, without any reason."

"I can't argue with that, I'll go to Tokyo University. As for my major, I haven't decided yet, but it doesn't really matter. I'll just see how things go. What about you, Ichigo?" To prolong the conversation, Shiraishi Sawa Hide decisively chose to ask a question in return.

"My goal today is to study acting."

"'Today' sounds really strange. Your goals keep changing as soon as you enter Sang. I feel like you're lying to me."

“I would never lie.” Chiyo straightened up, crossed her arms, exuding an air of grandeur, and glared at Shiraishi Sawa with an expression that said, ‘You don’t believe me?’

"I'm sure you're lying to me now."

--

[Current number of communications: 100]

[7 minutes remaining]

"Ah, finally finished," Shiraishi Sawah thought, after a series of scattered chats that ended multiple times. He finally saw the number break into three digits. "I have to admit, it's been so many years since I've had a normal chat with a girl that I've become really rusty. The system has misled me."

"I'm about to leave work as soon as I enter the store. I'm going to do a final check on the shelves."

"Okay, Shiraishi-kun, please make sure you use your brain when you verify this."

"...I will..."

--

Around seven o'clock, Granny Ueno returned with her employees.

"Zexiu-kun and Chiyo-chan, it's time to get off work. Hurry up and pick out what you want from the unsold bento boxes. You can pick a few and just eat the vegetables inside, since most of them will go to waste if you don't eat them."

Upon hearing this, the two put down their work, went to the staff room, took off their aprons and hung them up, and then went to the lunchbox cabinet to choose a boxed meal.

The supermarket always has a lot of leftover boxed meals, which is why Grandma Ueno said it's okay to take a few more. Although there are always leftovers, the supermarket's daily boxed meal ordering volume has never decreased.

Japanese people prefer to eat small meals frequently, so their boxed lunches emphasize presentation rather than quantity. Shiraishi Sawa, who had been eating lunch for a long time, chose two.

When Shiraishi Sawa returned to the staff room with his lunchbox after heating it up, Ichiyo had already eaten about half of it.

The girl's legs, encased in black over-the-knee stockings, were pressed together, her calves slightly bent, the heels of her high heels braced against the chair legs. Her left hand held a phone, seemingly browsing something, while her right hand used chopsticks to carefully feed food to her cherry-like lips, her rosy cheeks puffing out slightly.

Shiraishi Sawa didn't admire the beautiful scenery for long; he was quite hungry. There was only one table in the staff room, so Shiraishi Sawa sat down next to Chiyo.

Who plays on their phone while eating? A person who eats is a person who eats. Resisting the urge to take out his phone, Shiraishi Zexiu launched an attack on the boxed lunch.

A few minutes later, Chiyo Ichigo finished more than half of her lunchbox, stood up, and looked at Hideaki Shiraishi, saying:

"Shiraishi-kun, your appetite is truly befitting your height, but please don't turn into a pig."

"I care a lot about my figure, okay? I use the gym equipment at home all the time. It's obvious that you're not eating enough."

"Well, there's no other way. This is the only way for a pretty girl to maintain her figure. I don't want to become one of those pretty girls who's carrying dumbbells. Ah, bye-bye, Shiraishi-kun, I'm going back now."

"Okay, bye-bye." Shiraishi Zexiu didn't look up, shoveling rice into his mouth while staring at the rate at which his points were decreasing, trying to figure out how the points were calculated.

"Ah, wait a minute, Shiraishi-kun, I forgot something important."

"What's wrong?" Shiraishi Zexiu looked up, and the girl's eyes met his.

Chiyo, without anyone noticing, bent down and lowered her head, getting closer to Shiraishi Sawa.

Shiraishi Sawah could even clearly see the soft, fine downy hairs on his face and the slightly flushed cheeks beneath them.

"You're getting impatient, Shiraishi-kun," Chiyo said, initially keeping a distance, then moving a little closer after a moment's thought. "Shiraishi-kun, you're really different from usual today. It's quite interesting."

"What's wrong?" Shiraishi Zexiu asked, somewhat confused.

"Shiraishi-kun, you used to look at your phone while eating, you know?" Chiyo didn't give a direct answer.

"Because there was no..." The repeated emphasis on the phone today made Shiraishi Zexiu realize that something was wrong.

"Is it out of power? But when you added me on Line, Shiraishi-kun, I clearly remember that it had 98% battery."

As Chiyo walked backwards toward the door, her playful smile widening.

Watching Ichiyo retreat step by step until she disappeared from sight, Shiraishi Sawa continued chewing on his now empty mouth, his face expressionless.

"...I...I miscalculated!"

"Oh, by the way," Chiyo suddenly leaned out from the doorway, "When you were talking with food in your mouth, Shiraishi-kun, your voice wasn't too hoarse. Eat more, and I hope your throat will be fully recovered when we meet again next time."

Looking at the doorway where no one was seen again, Shiraishi Zexiu felt exhausted.

Some people are dead, but they are actually alive;

But some people are alive, yet they are already dead.

Chapter 4 is titled "Tokyo is so boring" by a netizen.

What about wanting to study acting today, what about not having cash and not being able to get home... it turns out that the ultimate goal was to make Shiraishizawa Shusha die even more completely.

Shiraishi Sawah put down his chopsticks, stood up, checked the doorway to make sure Chiyo had left, and then returned to his seat.

I took a deep breath, took out my phone, and opened the browser.

Click to confirm "How to alleviate social death".

"Maintain a positive mindset..."

Seeing the bunch of inspirational quotes popping up on his phone screen, Shiraishi Sawa gave up on trying to save himself this way.

"Fortunately, my circle of friends with Yiru Sang didn't overlap. Neither of us asked where the other went to school, so at least it was just a small-scale social conflict."

Thinking of this gave Shiraishi Sawa a great deal of comfort.

After quickly finishing the boxed lunch in front of him and disposing of the trash, he said goodbye to Granny Ueno.

--

The spring breeze was pleasantly gentle. Although it was less than two stops away, Shiraishi Sawah chose to walk home instead of taking the subway.

Shiraishi Sawa took out his earphones from his bag, untangled them, plugged them into his phone, and found "One more time, One more chance" in his favorite playlist on the music app. He then put it on repeat.

Shiraishi Sawa has a habit of humming along when listening to music, and wearing two headphones makes it difficult to control the volume. Moreover, wearing two headphones at the same time on the street can be dangerous, so after putting on one headphone, Shiraishi Sawa put the other one in the inside pocket of his coat.

With his hands in his pockets, he softly hummed the lyrics.

"What else must I lose before my heart can be forgiven...?"

By deliberately slowing down his digestion, Shiraishi Sawa returned home a little after eight o'clock.

I went up to the second floor of the apartment and opened the door with my key.

"I'm back," Shiraishi Zexiu said lazily, but there was naturally no response from someone living alone in the house.

I took off my shoes in the entryway and put on the pair of slippers that were already opened but without the plastic bag, one of only two pairs on the shoe rack.

The other pair was prepared for potential future guests, but unfortunately, it hasn't been used in almost two months since we arrived in Tokyo.

The apartment that Shiraishi Sawah rented was quite large, and even had a guest room, though it was currently being used as a storage room. After tossing his backpack onto the sofa, Shiraishi Sawah took out dumbbells from the corner and did some indoor exercises. Shiraishi Sawah didn't pursue the muscular physique of a bodybuilder, but rather the ideal of looking slim in clothes but having a muscular build when undressed.

While holding the dumbbells, Shiraishi Sawa looked at the system.

Points: 2145

The margin for error in surviving within a day has doubled, there is still hope in life, and the distance to accumulate enough points to redeem the communication permission card has also shortened. Bring on the tasks that come in even more intensely!

[Backpack: Item Card for Upgrading Your Own Skill from B to A]

After some thought, Shiraishi Sawa temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​raising his fighting skills to A level right now. The item card was still there and could be used at any time. He could save it for when he had other B-level abilities in the future and urgently needed to improve them.

After learning that he was the chosen one to activate the system, Shiraishizawa Hide worried about being bullied in Japan where class consciousness was strong, so he consciously learned some fighting skills from childhood.

In fact, bullying incidents did occur around Shiraishi Sawa in the past sixteen years. However, due to his tall stature since childhood and his physique which is not that of a stick, none of them happened to him.

"The most important goal right now is to increase revenue and reduce expenditure. Once I get the three permission cards for communication, contact, and romance, I will be no different from ordinary people, and the system will become my simple cheat code instead of a death warrant."

“Open source can only wait for the system to issue tasks, and currently it is only possible when I am with Chiyo Ichiriki.” Thinking of Chiyo Ichiriki’s name, a playful smile appeared in Shiraishi Sawa’s mind. Shiraishi Sawa shook his head sharply. “No, no, let’s continue to use [Probe] to find objects that can trigger tasks.”