Tokyo Soft Rice King.

"Ok."

Hearing that Kuroba Akira would also be listening in, Murasaki immediately felt relieved.

As long as you do as the wise ruler says, you will never go wrong!

“Very good, then let’s call this project the ‘Shilipo Voice Actor Training Project’!”

"Shili Slope...?"

The unfamiliar words, which he had never heard before, made Murasaki no Miyako tilt her head.

"You can think of it as, 'If you don't make a sound, you'll be silent until you make a stunning debut, and everyone will look at you with new eyes. You'll reach the peak right from the start. It's not enough for just me to acknowledge you; you need everyone to recognize you."

"……Yes!"

"Finally, let's set a simple 'graduation goal': if you were to audition with these three voice actresses, you would need to have the hard skills to snatch these three roles from them."

Murasaki imagined herself going to an audition with these three veteran voice actors, and a sense of reality washed over her as she realized she was going to compete on the same stage with professional voice actors, which immediately made her nervous.

"To put it bluntly, I want you to surpass them. After all, you're someone I've set my sights on, so how can you be worse than them?"

"Yes! I will definitely surpass them!"

Murasaki no Miyako, who had never uttered such boastful words before, also made a bold statement at this moment.

As long as I become a professional voice actor and earn lots and lots of money, and then share it with the wise ruler, I can prove that his judgment was correct!

Make sure he feels proud to have been chosen!

"Don't worry, I won't actually make you watch it a hundred times. I'll try to get some money later to rent more animations for you to refer to. Just make do with it for now."

Even if Murasaki no Miyako is a genius, it would still require a certain amount of money and time to nurture this powerful figure.

For example, she needs to rent CDs to watch various types of animations, so that she can get to know more representative characters, broaden her horizons, and fully develop her talent in acting and voice.

Previously, Akira Kuroba was worried about where to get the start-up funds, but the Literature Club just happened to start a private writing competition for light novels.

If I can beat Shirai Shiori, I can recruit Aizono Moe as my exclusive illustrator, and then I can make money by writing light novels.

Speaking of money, Murasaki also remembered the 10,000 yen that Kuroba Akira had given her.

Because the short, tight-fitting leggings of her gymnastics outfit had no pockets, she folded up the money she had left over and put it inside her shirt. As long as she tucked the hem of her shirt into her pants, it wouldn't fall out.

Now she wanted to return the remaining money to Kuroba Akira, so she pulled out her shirt.

Kuroba Akira thought she was going to take off her clothes and was startled, but Murasaki only revealed her flat stomach, slender waist and cute belly button, and didn't pull them up any further.

That slender waist is absolutely gorgeous; it must look amazing when it twists and turns. I'd even like to touch it... but you can't touch a young girl's belly.

Just as he was thinking this, Murasaki took Kuroba Akira's hand and made him touch his belly.

Oh, it's so smooth... wait, it feels a little rough?

Kuroba Akira looked closely and realized that the three banknotes were the obstacle to his grip.

"Like a purple palace," she said, bowing her head to her index finger.

"My lord, this is the 10,000 yen you gave me. I still have some left after buying things..."

By carefully saving this money, Murasaki wanted to hear Kuroba Akira's praise, such as complimenting her on being virtuous.

Mom loved hearing those words, and she wanted to hear Kuroba Akira say them to her too.

"Oh, there are still some left?"

Kuroba Akira had originally thought that he was worried she would spend money recklessly, which was why he wanted to take her to the convenience store, but now it seems that his worries were unnecessary.

After buying some daily necessities, I still had 3,000 yen left.

She wasn't too extravagant with money, but rather too frugal.

Kuroba Akira did not accept the three banknotes that carried the scent of a young girl, but instead put them back into Murasaki no Miya's hand.

“But you should spend as you wish. Right now, I’m investing in you, so you don’t need to be so frugal. Saving money isn’t something you should be thinking about.”

Once Kuroba Akira confirmed that Murasaki wasn't a spendthrift rich girl, she already felt she had made a great deal.

There's no need to keep this money for myself; it won't buy much anyway. Convenience store bento boxes are definitely not as good as the class monitor's homemade ones.

Although she didn't receive any praise, Murasaki was still happy that Kuroba Akira was willing to let her continue using the money.

"Then... can I use it to buy milk?"

"Whatever you want, don't ask me. But you really like drinking milk?"

"Mmm, the milk is delicious."

Actually, Murasaki no Miyabi had never liked milk before, but the bottle of milk that Kuroba Akira gave her made her realize for the first time that milk could taste so good.

But the main reason was... that morning, Kuroba Akira stared intently at the two mounds of flesh of the athletic girl Tomita Haruka.

I'm in a bad mood.

I don't want him to see other women...

This idea suddenly came to me.

Therefore, I need to drink more milk so that I can at least become bigger than Haruka Tomita.

That way he'll only look at himself!

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Transmigrator Unafraid of Hardship

After providing Murasaki with a training plan and goals, Akira Kuroba also began his own work.

Kuroba Akira took a plate of chilled watermelon from the refrigerator and returned to the second floor, arriving at Hijikata Isamu's room.

"Hijikata-san! Hijikata-san! It's evening! Time to get up!"

Kuroba Akira banged on the door without any politeness, mainly because if he didn't bang, there was no way to wake Hijikata Isamu, who was sleeping like a log.

Having experienced being a corporate slave, Akira Kuroba understands the feeling of closing your eyes and never wanting to open them again, teetering on the edge of sudden death, not knowing when it will end.

I'm really worried about Hijikata-san's health... He's already been reincarnated and given a second chance at life, but does he have to work himself to death again?

I wonder how Hijikata-san died in his previous life. If he died from overwork like me, that would be too tragic.

After knocking for a while, Kuroba Akira heard a loud crash and a mournful quack from inside the room, so he stopped knocking.

Judging from the sound, Hijikata-san is probably awake, but his mind isn't quite clear yet. He probably bumped his knee or little toe when he got up.

A few seconds later, Hijikata Isamu, sporting panda eyes, opened the door, hunched over, and asked in a half-dead manner.

"Oh... Mingzai... what time is it now?"

"It's already nine o'clock at night, Hijikata-san, a little later than you usually get up."

"Grass!"

After uttering a classic Chinese curse, Mr. Hijikata scratched his head, which resembled a bird's nest, and his relaxed expression was once again filled with anxiety.

"Damn it, I just wanted to take a nap, how come it's already nine o'clock... Damn it, I'm going to be late for the delivery!"

Although he really wanted to run back to his computer, Hijikata Yu first thanked Kuroba Akira in a friendly manner. If Kuroba hadn't come to wake him up, he probably would have been working frantically for the next three days.

"Thank goodness you came to wake me up, otherwise I would definitely be finished today. So what's up, Mingzai?"

Kuroba Akira handed over the plate of watermelon he was holding.

"There's something to eat here."

"Where did this melon come from..."

"The old lady bought it and asked me to come up and share it with you and Miss Tashiro."

Looking at the plate of watermelon, Tu Fangyong's face was filled with emotion, and tears welled up in the middle-aged man's eyes, which he wiped away with the back of his hand.

"Oh, Grandma Lin... she's practically a living Bodhisattva."

"It's because of Grandpa Kobayashi's last words that the old lady takes such good care of us 'wanderers from another world'."

"I know, but even so, it's already amazing that she's done this much, even though she's not related to us at all... Sigh, if it weren't for her, I might have died in the street by now."

Who isn't...?

Although Kuroba Akira kept calling him "old woman," it wasn't a sign of contempt, but rather an affectionate way of addressing him, just like how Kobayashi's grandmother called him Shirako.

In fact, he was very grateful for Grandma Lin's unconditional dedication.

However, it seems that the relationship between Kobayashi's mother-in-law and her son is not good. Kuroba Akira has been living in Kobayashi's house for almost half a year, and her son has never come to visit her even once.

However, considering that she can still borrow things her granddaughter used to use, it probably isn't to the point of severing ties.

But if things continue like this, Kuroba Akira thought he would take on the role of Kobayashi's son and care for her until her death.

Although Grandma Xiaolin seems to have plenty of money, for the elderly, companionship is probably more important than money.

After handing over the watermelon, Kuroba Akira asked a question.

"Hijikata-san, may I borrow your laptop?"

This wasn't the first time Kuroba Akira had borrowed the computer. In order to learn about various information in this world, he would not only go to the library to read books, but also use the computer to search for various information.

As a veteran internet user who had been surfing the internet since the second grade of elementary school and had been online for over twenty years, Kuroba knew that if he only looked at one side of the news, it would be easy to fall into a cognitive bias and be used as a tool by unscrupulous media that took things out of context.

Although this world is not yet like the internet age of his previous life, filled with information cocoons and manipulated rhythms, Kuroba Akira, who already knows what kind of monsters the internet is, still habitually and rigorously filters information.

Information should not be obtained from just one source; one should look at information from multiple sources and then view it dialectically. This is the method of thinking and understanding the world in dialectical materialism.

Hijikata Isamu usually works on a desktop computer, with a laptop as a backup, used for dual-task operations or when he wants to slack off.

Hijikata Isamu stepped aside and invited Kuroba Akira into the house.

"Okay, come in."

"No, I won't go in. Just lend me your laptop."

"Huh? But only my room has a network port in this house. Grandma Lin specially installed it for me. Even Wi-Fi isn't common yet..."

"I don't need to go online, I just need to use some office software."

"Okay, then wait a moment."

Hijikata Isamu turned around and went back into the room. He walked through the messy pile of clutter, took the laptop and charging cable from the computer desk, and handed them to Kuroba Akira.

"Just don't delete my backup work files... Well, I probably don't need to remind you."

Hijikata Isamu and Kuroba Akira exchanged a smile; this was the unspoken understanding between older men.