Tokyo Soft Rice King.

It can be said that every working-class person is forced to learn to play along in the midst of the hardships of life.

Thinking of Ms. Tashiro's heartfelt complaints and pleas last night when she was drunk, Akira Kuroba sighed inwardly... She must have accumulated a lot of pressure at work.

Now all of these thoughts are hidden deep inside her heart, and Tashiro Kurenai has switched to a serious state.

However, the hangover was still quite severe; she clutched her forehead and groaned in pain.

"Ugh... my head hurts so much... I really shouldn't have drunk so much..."

She shook her head, picked up the shirt that had been tossed aside, put it on, and thanked Kuroba Akira.

"Amin, thank you. I must have caused you trouble last night."

"It's alright, but why did you drink so much, Ms. Tashiro?"

Tashiro Hongxiang smiled bitterly.

"Well... I was about to give up, so I used alcohol to numb myself. I didn't expect it to affect me too..."

Perhaps Ms. Tashiro thought she had a high alcohol tolerance and never imagined she would get drunk?

No, look at how her whole body turned red after drinking, she's obviously not a person who can drink alcohol.

Doesn't she even know her own alcohol tolerance?

It can't be the first time he's ever drunk, right...?

What a strange older sister.

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"This is the first time I've ever drunk so much... Sigh, I was really careless this time."

Tashiro Kurenai smiled gently, like an older sister, and expressed her gratitude once again.

"Thank goodness it was you, Amin, who found me, otherwise I might have really run into some kind of misfortune..."

After all, some people specifically go to "pick up corpses" when they're drunk to the point of unconsciousness, which poses a risk of sexual assault to women.

Kuroba Akira shook his head and gave the credit to the kitten.

"Miss Tashiro, you should thank Kuroo. It was Kuroo who led me to you, who was passed out drunk under the telephone pole."

"Black Tail? That cat really is intelligent... Could it really be an incarnation of a god?"

Ms. Tashiro murmured to herself, then suddenly remembered something important, grabbed Akira Kuroba's shoulder, and asked anxiously.

"Oh, right! My shoes! Ah Ming, have you seen my shoes? They're those dark red high heels with thin heels!"

"Don't worry, it's not lost. I got it back for you and put it in the entryway."

Thinking about how he got those high heels back, Kuroba Akira wanted to stick out his tongue.

Although both are foot fetishists, and some people's fantasy is high heels, and they can even use high heels as lunch boxes, Kuroba Akira is a stockings person. He can't appreciate the feel of leather, only that it hurts his tongue, and he has no interest in injecting protein into high heels.

"You're so drunk you're completely out of it, and you're still thinking about your shoes. I told you you could come back for them later, but you wouldn't agree."

Tashiro Kurenai looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry... but those shoes are really important to me..."

Then she asked curiously.

"So how did you get it back?"

"Uh……"

Kuroba Akira regretted bringing up the details, since the way he picked up the shoes was indeed a bit 'inelegant'.

Kuroba Akira changed the subject, trying to skip over it.

"By the way, Ms. Tashiro, why do you value these shoes so much? Were they a gift from someone?"

Tashiro Kurenai shook her head and said meaningfully.

"No... I bought it for myself, but it does have special meaning."

Then she continued to ask with great interest.

"So I'm really grateful to Amin for getting my shoes back, but how did you manage to get them back?"

Damn it, is there no way to avoid this topic?!

Akira Kuroba had no choice but to recount his 'crime' to the person in question.

“Miss Tashiro, please let me explain. You were clinging to me so tightly that I couldn’t carry you on my back. Just carrying you back was already exhausting enough. And those shoes were a bit too big for you to wear. You wouldn’t even help me carry them. I didn’t have anywhere to put the shoes on; they would fall off no matter where I hung them. I simply didn’t have any free hands, so…”

"so?"

Tashiro Kurenai had a half-smile, a smile that was full of the air of an older sister teasing a young boy.

"So I... brought it back with my mouth."

Damn! Is this some kind of punishment game? It's practically like trying to convince your parents that you're just doing warm-up exercises in your room, not that you're generating electricity yourself.

Although he felt a little embarrassed, Kuroba Akira still solemnly patted his chest and made a promise.

"But I swear I didn't drool on the shoes! And I don't think I chewed them up!"

After hearing this, Ms. Tashiro showed no disgust; instead, she burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.

"Hahaha! He actually used his mouth to pick it up... He could have just gone to get it later..."

She wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes from laughing, and looked at Kuroba Akira with a loving yet appreciative gaze, praising him.

"Amin, why are you so straightforward? You're so adorable."

"Uh……"

Kuroba Akira's mental age is already that of an old man, so being praised for being cute wouldn't make him happy. In fact, most men wouldn't be happy to be called cute unless they've already been magnetized by it.

Moreover, as a fellow time traveler, she should also know that Kuroba Akira's actual age is older than his apparent age.

No, and it's uncertain whether other time travelers also found that their physical age decreased after time travel, just like I did. Maybe Ms. Tashiro was twenty-four years old both before and after time travel.

Then I would be considered her 'senior'.

His own miserable experience as a corporate slave in a ruthless company made Kuroba Akira want to persuade him to stop.

"Well... Ms. Tashiro, I used to be a miserable person tormented by work, and I ended up with the most tragic ending. Although it ultimately led to my coming into this world, it wasn't my choice..."

Kuroba Akira felt that after saying this much, she should understand what he meant. Working to the point of sudden death was not a glorious past and was not worth mentioning.

“I have no right to interfere in your life… but if you feel you really can’t hold on any longer, I think giving up is also an option.”

Advising someone to resign is a very irresponsible act, so Akira Kuroba tried to use a more tactful approach.

Every office worker wants to be free, but why don't they take action? It's because if they lose their jobs, they won't even have a means to make a living.

Yes, quitting your job might feel great in the moment, but then what?

Go back home and live off your parents?

Only those who are fully prepared and have other options are qualified to resign, while most ordinary people do not have a second option.

This damn life game won't even give you one more option.

Tashiro Kurenai listened silently, her face expressionless.

She doesn't actually need anyone's guidance, because she's not lost in confusion.

“I understand what you mean, thank you, Amin.”

However, she was very grateful for Kuroba Akira's concern for her. There were very few people in this world who cared about her, and only her companions from the Kobayashi family cared about her life or death.

"But I don't have the courage to give up yet... I think I'll get through this when I muster the courage."

I know my own situation best.

It's not that Tashiro Kurenai doesn't want to solve her problem, it's just that it's not something that can be solved in a short time.

People need time to gradually change themselves.

However, she has now become interested in the young man in front of her who is nine years younger than her.

"Speaking of which, we live together, but we've never really had a proper chat. Ah Ming, what did you do before?"

Kuroba Akira realized that the question was directed at his past life.

Since everyone was a time traveler and there was nothing to hide about their work, Kuroba Akira naturally revealed it.

"Working at a game company means being a low-level employee who just tightens screws."

"Making games? That's amazing. You must need a very high level of education, right?"

"It's alright... A diploma is just the entry requirement. Once you start working, no one cares which university you graduated from; they only care about your work ability."

"That's still impressive! My education level is very low, I only graduated from a junior college... Would you look down on girls with junior college degrees?"

It's less about feeling inferior and more about self-deprecation.

"I don't discriminate based on educational background."

"Hehe, you're quite mature. I've met a lot of people who look down on me because I don't have a high level of education."

"Well... there's no need to care about those kinds of people. They're just a bunch of self-righteous scum."

Tashiro Kurenai exclaimed in exaggerated admiration as she listened to Kuroba Akira's sharp words.

Wow... Ah Ming, you're so carefree...

Then she smiled knowingly and extended her hands to him.

"I like you just the way you are. Come here, let me give you a hug."

"..."

So, I guess I'm not young at all...

but……

Who doesn't love a hug from a beautiful woman?

Hug me if you want.

Kuroba Akira embraced Tashiro Kurenai once again, but this time she was sober, and it was Tashiro who took the initiative to embrace him, which was legal and compliant.

Now, waking up early not only means seeing thunder, but you can even feel it directly with your body.