Tokyo Soft Rice King.

"That's why I handed it over to Kuroba-kun."

"Alright...it seems I have no choice but to accept it."

"Please keep it safe, okay? If you accidentally lose it, I won't be giving you another one."

"Yes, I will keep it as a valuable item."

Anri Hitomi smiled and nodded, then deliberately bent down to retrieve the coin from her mouth. From Kuroba Akira's perspective, she was almost able to see the girl's secret garden... but in the end, she didn't.

Damn it, she did it on purpose! She planned it all out!

"Well then, see you tomorrow, Kuroba-kun. I'll show you what I look like in casual clothes next time."

"oh oh……"

"Finally, Kuroba-kun, although I also like black, I still prefer white."

"Ok?"

The class monitor put the change into his coin purse, put his hands behind his back, and stuck out his little tongue at Kuroba Akira.

"So unfortunately... you only guessed the color, so you were wrong."

She waved and left, striding confidently and calmly, not at all like someone who was naked.

After losing sight of the class monitor's back, Kuroba Akira pulled out the still-warm underwear from his pocket. However, it wasn't the underwear that was warm; it was probably just warmed by the girl's hand. Nevertheless, it was enough to spark the imagination.

Because its design features: openwork, semi-transparent, lace patterns, and a bow...

However, it is white.

"...As expected, class monitors are all secretly passionate characters."

As a result of this incident, Kuroba Akira received a free lunch for four months: a bottle of hot milk and a pair of warm JK underwear.

……

Watching Kuroba Akira's departing figure, Anri Hitomi, who was hiding in the corner, took out the handkerchief she had just used to wipe his sweat from her pocket.

She looked around nervously, and only after making sure no one was around did she pick up the handkerchief and place it in front of her.

It took a sniff of the aroma, then stuck out its tongue and licked it.

"As expected... it's my tears that are lighter in color."

Chapter Ten: Wandering in Tokyo

It was already sunset, and without the direct sunlight, it didn't feel so hot outdoors, but the muggy feeling remained.

Kuroba Akira also sweated a lot today, and his whole body felt sticky, making him want to go home and take a shower as soon as possible.

However, the place he is currently staying is far from the school, more than an hour's walk away, and Kuroba Akira has neither a bicycle nor money to take the tram, so he has no choice but to walk back.

Kuroba Akira certainly wanted to complain, but to be honest, he was well aware of his current situation and that having a place to live was already a great stroke of luck.

You should know that when Kuroba Akira first transmigrated, he not only couldn't speak the language, didn't know his new name or identity, but didn't even have a place to live.

Calling it a 'hellish start' is no exaggeration.

Recalling the day he first transmigrated to this world, Kuroba Akira was filled with emotion.

In his previous life, Kuroba Akira was a copywriter working at a large game company.

Late at night the night before the game's release, he was still working overtime at the company to finish his manuscript. His body was nearing its limit and his mind was in a daze, but his heart was filled with the expectation of liberation.

He thought that once the game was released, his miserable days of working overtime until 10 p.m. every day would finally be over, and weekends would be back.

The accumulated fatigue caused a strange throbbing pain in his head, as if his brain was trembling. Finally, unable to keep his drooping eyelids open any longer, he decided to take a short nap.

Little did anyone expect that closing his eyes would be the end of his life.

He never dreamed that his long-awaited liberation would come in the form of never waking up again; this may be the tragic end of a corporate slave.

He had heard of the possibility of dying from overwork, but he never really understood it and always felt that it was far removed from his own life, until it happened to him.

Then good fortune came in an unexpected way. He had always thought that traveling to another world was something that only happened in fictional works, until it happened to him.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the classroom, sitting in the main seat in the second-to-last row by the window.

At first, he thought he was dreaming of returning to his high school days, but he soon realized that the school uniform he was wearing was not the blue and white tracksuit that made him nostalgic, but a Western-style uniform.

Turning my head, I can see cherry blossom petals drifting outside the window... Huh? Where am I?

After trying various stimulating methods to wake himself from his dream, he finally realized that he had encountered the legendary time travel... or so it seemed.

After going to the restroom, washing his face, and looking in the mirror, he became unsure again.

Because he discovered that although it was a time travel, he did not become 'someone else'.

To put it simply, it's a delicate state between physical possession and soul transfer; the body is still one's own, and there are no extra 'memories that don't belong to oneself' in one's mind.

To be precise, there have been some changes in my body, namely, I've become younger.

Although her appearance hasn't changed, her dark circles and acne scars from puberty have disappeared, and she has become much thinner and lighter, as if she has unloaded dozens of kilograms of burden.

Since starting work, the sedentary lifestyle and the 996 work schedule caused him to gain weight from overwork, and his weight only increased and he almost developed a double chin. But now all that excess fat has disappeared.

What surprised him most was that the scar at the corner of his eye was still there.

He was cut by shards of glass when he was very young. Luckily, his eyeball was not injured, but he was left with this scar. This scar grew larger as he grew up and became a symbol that represents him.

The fact that this non-congenital scar is still there suggests that something similar happened in this world.

what is happening?

Time travel? Rebirth? Possession?

Who knows?

He quickly gave up on dwelling on this unanswerable question. Since he was already there, he decided to make the best of it and instead of thinking about such useless things, he would rather gather more information about 'himself now'.

In any case, since no self-proclaimed god has come forward to explain what happened, and no system notification has popped up, it means that he has no way to escape his current situation for the time being.

On the bright side, at least we're free from that unscrupulous company, aren't we?

And you don't have to wear someone else's face, and you even look younger...

Let's relive our youth!

Then came the despairing minute that ruined his first chance to debut in high school. The atmosphere plummeted to freezing point, and the self-introduction time was deathly silent.

However, he also learned his new name because of this.

Akira Kuroba.

The new name left him both amused and exasperated.

Because in his previous life his surname was Bai and his name was Yu Ming, which is "Bai Yu Ming".

After transmigrating, his surname became Kuroba, and his given name was a single character, Ming, which is "Kuroba Ming".

Although they differ by only one character, they are pronounced completely differently.

Because even his name hadn't changed much, Kuroba Akira initially always wrote "black" as "white" and would forget the spacing between his name, taking quite some time to correct it.

After school on the first day, Shiro... Kuroba Akira realized an even more serious problem.

That is, he doesn't know where his home is.

So Akira Kuroba had no choice but to find his homeroom teacher. After struggling to express his predicament of not knowing where he lived using broken Japanese and universally understood hand gestures, Motoko Kobayakawa helped him search through the student contact book, but they couldn't find Akira Kuroba's home address or contact information.

Motoko Kobayakawa thought she had missed it, so she called the head of student affairs, only to receive the following reply:

"As for Kuroba Akira, he came to Beijing from out of town to attend high school. I heard he's still looking for a place to live. Let's have him write down his address and phone number after he finds a place."

In other words, Akira Kuroba is not homeless, but simply hasn't found a place to live yet.

Kuroba Akira didn't quite understand what Kobayakawa-sensei was saying at the time, but he still understood 'Sonna (How could that be)' based on his extensive experience watching anime, and he could see the embarrassment on her face.

After searching his backpack, Kuroba Akira found a bank card, which was most likely the rent money provided by his family.

but……

He doesn't know the password!

It's one thing that it didn't include the local language, but at least leave me with that part of the memory! Baka! Baka!

Poor Kuroba Akira, at this point, hadn't yet mastered the local dialect enough to swear in fancy ways, so he could only vent his anger by repeatedly shouting "Baka!" in his mind like a 9th-grade boy.

On the other hand, Motoko Kobayakawa hesitated. She wanted to help the classmate who seemed to have 'aphasia', but she didn't know how to help him.

We can't possibly bring him home, can we?

Bringing a male high school student home? A possible teacher-student relationship?

Having never been in a relationship before, Motoko Kobayakawa begins to fantasize about that forbidden development...

No, no, no, it's impossible to go to that extent.

As a new teacher, if I were to do something like this and it were discovered, I would definitely be fired.

In the end, Motoko Kobayakawa could only express that she was powerless to help.

Thus, Akira Kuroba began his wanderings in Tokyo on the very first day of his transmigration.

Chapter Eleven: An Unforeseen Path

They have a card but can't withdraw money, don't know how to contact their family, and don't even know where their hometown is.

Being in an unfamiliar place, unable to speak the language, and not knowing which bank the card belonged to, I wouldn't know how to explain to the bank that I'd forgotten my PIN, nor could I prove 'I am myself,' because the only information I knew was my new name, oh, and my age of fifteen…

Is this... a level I'm stuck on?

What am I going to do? Am I going to have to sleep in the park starting today? And what about food? How am I going to solve the food problem?

Kuroba Akira wandered aimlessly through the streets of this foreign world, feeling a sense of loss that told him he didn't belong here.

Just then, he saw a cat.

It was a cat that was entirely white except for its black tail.

The cat appeared in front of Kuroba Akira as if it had a mind of its own, taking a few steps and then turning back to look at him, as if asking him to follow.

Since there was nowhere else to go, Kuroba Akira simply followed along.

Who knows, this cat might lead him to a rich woman who's willing to take care of him?

And sure enough, we actually encountered it.