I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

Wuma Xingjin only had two infantrymen and a lone king left. In the remaining round, the infantry in hand could not make a comeback through promotion.

Facing a dead end, Wuma Xingjin easily threw the king general on the chessboard. Frankly speaking, he wanted to defeat Yuan Qingxue intellectually. After trying this path, he found that it didn't work:

"I lost. Should I be said to be worthy of the legendary Minister of Literature?"

The tea had cooled down completely. Yuan Qingxue drank up the remaining tea and was not willing to waste it.

"The opponent I am facing is me, and failure is something that is bound to happen from the beginning."

"Student Wuma, don't lose hope of living."

"Did you win?"

Megumi Morimiya put down the teaching materials in her hands and finished her last strike in time and with accuracy comparable to that of a professional mid laner.

"I disappoint the Christian. The possibility of winning is too low."

"It took a lot of effort." Wuma Xingjin rubbed his painful temples, feeling like he was overusing his brain.

"I thought Mr. Yuan could beat me in academic performance because of hard work, but I didn't expect that he was also a difficult opponent in other aspects."

"This is what I want to say. I thought Wuma was able to stay below me through unremitting efforts."

Yuan Qingxue felt that he needed to clarify the matter and look serious.

"Thanks to Inspector Morimiya. If it weren't for you, Inspector Morimiya, I might not have the chance to play this enjoyable chess game."

Wuma Xingjin was in a good mood and was not discouraged by the failure. This was the first time he encountered an opponent who tried every means to win.

"Let me formally meet you, Wuma Xingjin, Grade 2 Class B."

Yuan Qingxue hesitated for a moment, stretched out her slender palm to hold his well-jointed fingers, "Yuan Qingxue, Grade 2 Class A."

The girl's hands were as smooth as tender bamboo cut open after the rain. They could be separated at the first touch without any careful consideration.

Wuma Xingjin actually had the thought in his heart that it was a pity that he could not hold it for a while longer.

The girl's skin is cool and soft, her black hair shines in the night, and her calm and lovely face is serious.

"Classmate Wuma"

Yuan Qingxue stopped him, as if to confirm something:

"you like me?"

"No, of course not. Who would like a sarcastic girl?"

"Although you are indeed very cute, it is a pity that love at first sight will not happen to me."

Wuma Xingjin's eyes were clear. He felt that Yuan Qingxue had met an evenly matched opponent, and he felt greatly relieved, but he also had some indescribable emotions.

"If I like the minister, I like the scraping of vinyl records under the stylus, the way the sea turns into a light blue sky in summer, and the braised squab made in Guangdong street shops, then I think I like the minister. "

"You are really interesting"

It seems that this answer passed the test.

Yuan Qingxue withdrew her gaze: "Welcome to join the Literature Club. Remember to come to the club after school tomorrow."

"But I failed the test."

"No, I'm surprised that you can play chess with me for so long."

"I recognize your strength, which proves that you are different from those mediocre guys who don't know it."

"Classmate Yuan, thank you..."

"Please call me minister from now on. This is the most basic courtesy."

Yuan Qingxue wiped her palms with a handkerchief, and an aura of "don't push yourself too far" emanated.

"Being alone with a unique and beautiful girl like me in the world, please ask Wuma-san not to have any strange delusions in the following club activities."

"I need to remind you that Japan has a complete set of laws to punish obscene behavior."

"Minister, please don't worry. I'm just a member of the Literature Department and will leave after participating in necessary departmental activities."

Morimiya Megumi felt relieved when she saw Uma Seijin joining the literature department. When she left, she said goodbye with an expression of "Oh, my students are so awesome."

Yuan Qingxue took out a red bean bread from the small refrigerator, tore open the package and ate it in small bites.

"If you're hungry, just get it yourself."

Wuma Xingjin was not polite and took a bite of the soft bread.

"Red bean filling?"

"I think red bean filling bread is the greatest invention in human history." The girl seemed to be saying something certain.

“And tea”

"I'm reminded of a Chinese poem about red beans."

"Huh?" Yuan Qingxue sipped tea. Like most Japanese, she was also very interested in the culture of Eastern countries.

"Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches come out in spring."

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

"It was written by the poet Wang Wei. Who is Mr. Wuma thinking of when he mentions this poem now?"

There was no expression of surprise because Yuan Qingxue could understand Chinese. In his opinion, it was natural that the other party also knew other foreign languages.

"No, I just happened to think of a suitable poem to describe red bean bread."

The bread was not big, so Wuma Xingjin finished it in two or three bites.

He noticed that the tea the girl drank was made from concentrated tea leaves, which only had the taste of tea leaves. It was said that the ingredients of the tea leaves were the residue from assembly line production.

There is no such product in China at all, but it is quite popular in overseas markets. It is the first choice for people who like to drink tea but are short of money.

"Want a drink?"

"it is good"

Yuan Qingxue took out a disposable paper cup from the drawer in the activity room, poured the tea concentrate into hot water, brewed it and handed it to him.

Wuma Xingjin tasted the tea.

The taste is very poor, and the taste of industrial additives completely overwhelms the fragrance of the tea itself.

But all he did was drink tea quietly.

Chapter 13 Start being a vtuber today

Kotoyuki Arakawa sent herself a pitiful emoticon saying 'I'm hungry'.

"I'm home"

Putting the disposable paper cup on the table, Wuma Xingjin left.

"Um"

Yuan Jingxue leaned over the table and wrote something, nodding slightly, "Be safe on the road."

Silence returned to the empty activity room.

Thinking that there is a hungry young lady at home, Wuma Xingjin got off work early tonight, borrowed the POS machine and said goodbye to the boss.

I went to the supermarket and bought eggs and vegetables to make preserved meat clay pot rice. I happened to have a casserole sent from China at home.

Using the bacon at home for cooking can save money on buying pork.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Arakawa Kotoyuki lying on the table. He had already changed into the pleated skirt and shirt he wore on the first day they met, and his clothes had been washed and hung aside.

The home is as clean and tidy as ever, and you can see that the tatami mats, tables and other places have been carefully wiped.

"I came back late because of the club."

Wuma Xingjin washed his hands and started cooking.

Arakawa Kotoyuki said weakly: "I haven't eaten anything since noon."

"Why don't boys like to prepare snacks at home?"

"Dinner will be ready soon." Wuma Xingjin brewed Anji white tea and poured a cup for Arakawa Kotoyuki.

"Didn't I leave a few lunch boxes in the refrigerator? And I also bought cookies and bread."

"You didn't say I could eat it, so I didn't move."

Arakawa Kotoyuki supported her small chin with the back of her hand while she was watching TV.

Wuma Xingjin placed the POS machine next to her:

"After dinner, we will go to the mall to buy some daily necessities you need."

"I'll buy some fast food and snacks on the way. Sometimes I can't make it back in time."

"Then start living under someone else's roof?"

Arakawa Kotoyuki stretched her legs, and her exquisite and beautiful feet were dazzling in white.

"That's true."

Handle the ingredients skillfully, cover the casserole, and adjust to a simmer.

The evening news is playing on the TV

"Because of the aging problem, many factories are unable to recruit young people. What do experts think?"

"If a factory can't recruit people, it can rent out idle factory machinery. If a factory can't recruit people, there are many factories that have found people. A vacancy tax will be charged on factories that can't recruit people. You can also open a second factory first. , we will run it together when we recruit people. I am also a factory owner, so how can I recruit people? If I can’t recruit people, it’s because the factory doesn’t work hard.”

Experts look worried about the future of this country. "Why are some factories so unrealistic? Do they think they can easily recruit people by offering low-level wages and not paying insurance? No, right?" "

What follows is a time of boring wrangling among several experts.

Wuma Xingjin changed the channel. It was a program that invited outdated singers to compete with the new generation. He watched it with interest.

I found that the songs sung by the new generation were all about love and sad quotes about youth, and there were very few scenes of the old singers, so I lost interest in watching it.

After calculating the time for claypot rice, I picked up a copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and leaned on the sofa to read.

"how come......."

Arakawa Kotoyuki's hand holding the bank card dropped to the side, and the cruel sound from the POS made her realize the reality.