In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

[Physical Fitness: 29]

(The average for males of the same age is 11.3)

【Charm: 41】

[Skills: Kendo Lv7, Piano Lv6, Japanese Lv6, Chinese Lv5, English Lv5, Painting Lv4, Cooking Lv4, Writing Lv4, Bartending Lv2, Aikido Lv1, Guitar Lv1, Voice Changing Lv1, Lockpicking Lv1, Martial Arts Lv1...]

【talent--】

[The extraordinary nature of time travelers: Your chances of encountering all sorts of events, good or bad, are greatly increased.]

[Ghost Brain: With expert guidance and rigorous daily training, your reflexes have been greatly enhanced, allowing you to perform 'combat calculations' and 'action predictions' to a certain extent in actual combat.]

[Perfect pitch: Your hearing becomes more acute, and you are able to accurately distinguish different sounds produced by musical instruments or the surrounding environment even without a reference tone.]

[Proficient in Japanese: Your understanding, comprehension, and ability to express yourself regarding matters related to Japanese will be enhanced.]

"..."

The extra skills in the skill bar shouldn't be too surprising.

That was thanks to the maid.

Because I didn't focus on studying, I didn't put my energy into it, and I didn't apply it at close range for a long time.

Therefore, the level has not improved much; it can only be considered a beginner's level.

I don't know when my Japanese level reached LV6, and the additional "Japanese Proficiency" talent is still within my comprehension range.

What truly frightened Yuan Qianye was that his basic attribute values ​​had all increased significantly.

But that can be somewhat explained, since his current age is the stage of most rapid growth and development in his life.

But his charm rating is too exaggerated, directly breaking through the 40 mark by a wide margin. Is that really true?

What was my charm rating like the last time I checked?

He seems to be under thirty...

Where did these ten-plus points come from?

Nothing happened during that time...

Yuan Qianye could not understand it and was deeply shocked.

It was noon, and Shihua went downstairs to prepare a meal.

Gen Chiya composed himself, got up, and went to the kitchen: "Let me help."

"No need!" Shihua watched him roll up his sleeves and walk over, her voice unusually loud as she refused, as if she had been startled.

Yuan Qianye froze halfway, looking at her in confusion.

Realizing that her mindset was a bit off, Toka looked at him, then quickly looked away, her voice much softer.

"You just got home, go back to your room and rest like Rikka, I can manage on my own..."

"Oh... okay, thank you for your help, Toka."

"What's the trouble? We're family."

Shihua's answer was blended into the "thump thump thump" sound of chopping vegetables.

Watching her intently chopping vegetables with her head down.

Yuan Qianye seemed to be deep in thought and didn't say anything more.

He went to the bathroom on the second floor and looked at himself in the mirror.

It was... quite ordinary, with no significant difference from before.

Just then, Rikka came out to use the restroom and passed by. Genji turned and called out to her.

"Rikka, look at me closely. Do you notice anything different about me than usual?"

"The difference? Where exactly do you mean?"

"Your face." Yuan Qianye asked succinctly, "Don't you think I'm more handsome than before?"

Rikka stared at him, met his eyes, and for some reason her face suddenly turned red. After saying "narcissist," she ignored him and ran into the bathroom.

Yuan Qianye touched his face and sighed softly.

That's it, the increase in charm value is definitely showing.

Even Rikka, that little idiot, is starting to be influenced by my handsomeness!

"Qianye, you need to leave quickly, I can't go to the toilet while you're outside."

"How did you go to school before?"

"The past is the past, the present is the present!"

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evening.

As the sun set, the golden rays of the sunset streamed through the French windows of the Touma family home, illuminating Kazusa's delicate, fair feet on the floor.

She was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, holding her guitar in her arms.

Her slender fingers swept across the strings, accompanied by her soft singing.

"My love overflows like raindrops all night long...?"

"The butterflies on the windowsill are like beautiful chapters fluttering in a poem..."

"Shall I continue writing...?"

"I'll write 'I'll love you forever' at the end of the poem..."

"You're the only one I want to understand...?"

"..."

A moment later, she stopped playing the guitar.

You are the only one I want to understand...

Who exactly is the "you" who wrote these lyrics?

Kazusa let out a soft, forlorn sigh.

He held the guitar at an angle, leaning his head against the neck.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

A great song.

The composition is meticulous, with the notes and melody perfectly matched.

The lyrics are also beautiful and poetic.

But for some reason, lately when she sings, she is always filled with feelings of loneliness and solitude.

He had just asked me to go out with him not long ago.

We haven't been apart for very long.

Thinking about this...

She let out another soft sigh.

The door was pushed open without warning, and Touma Yoko walked straight in, meeting her daughter's unfriendly gaze.

Kazusa didn't say much about her mother's rude behavior; she knew it wouldn't make a difference.

Touma Yoko is carefree and unconventional in her interactions with the outside world, and naturally, she has even fewer concerns when she's at home with her daughter.

"It's quite rare to see someone actually playing the guitar."

"It was just a sudden urge."

Kazusa placed the guitar on the floor stand to the side and looked at her mother with a faint reply.

She saw the cardboard package her mother was holding and looked puzzled.

"It can't be just a sudden whim, can it? I've been hearing you humming the same melody of a song a lot lately. Do you like it that much?"

Kazusa's perfect pitch is inherited from Yoko. Yoko can clearly and keenly capture the melodies that Kazusa sings or hums, whether intentionally or unintentionally, during this period.

Kazusa didn't tell her mother about creating the song with Chiya Minamoto.

She had a little selfish motive; she wanted to keep it a secret that only the two of them knew.

Not wanting to discuss this topic, she looked directly at the package in her mother's hands and asked,

"what is this?"

Upon hearing this, Yoko immediately burst into laughter.

"Oh, I don't know either."

Thinking that her mother was teasing her again, Kazusa rolled her eyes in annoyance.

She picked up a wiping cloth, ready to clean the guitar she had just used.

Seeing this, Yaozi remained calm and said lightly,

"This is a same-city delivery package that Aunt Shibata just received. The recipient's name isn't mine, but yours, Kazusa."

Your own name?

After hearing this, Kazusa, realizing what was happening, suddenly turned around.

Then she saw her mother's even more mocking smile, and she took out scissors in her other hand.

"If you're not interested, Kazusa, I'll take it apart for you."

"I'll do it myself!"

In a few quick steps, Kazusa practically snatched the package from her.

"Hey, don't be in such a hurry."

"...!"

Seeing that the sender's name on the package was indeed "Yuan Qianye," Kazusa was happy, but she also gave her mother a rather unfriendly look.