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

And, the company of Kobayakawa-senpai under the flowing moonlight.

After the two of them washed up, the hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock.

Arakawa Kotoyuki was leaning on the sofa, her head was a little groggy and she looked tired. Running away all day consumed the girl too much energy.

He took out the quilt from the cupboard and made a bed on the tatami.

The apartment in Wuma Xingjin has no bedroom and living room.

"I'm going to bed. You can sleep here tonight."

"Just call me if you need anything. After all, this room is small, I can hear you."

Turn off the lights and plunge into darkness.

Neither of them had the intention to continue chatting.

The music gradually stopped, and the rain continued outside the window.

The only sound left in the room was the sound of rain hitting the glass windows, occasionally mixed with the hoarse roar of the old air conditioner.

Chapter 6

It is now six o'clock in the morning, and the biological clock has forced Wuma Xingjin out of his sleep.

Wuma Xingjin woke up with a sore back and a sore back. Logically speaking, he should sleep a little longer, but he should not interrupt his habit of more than ten years because of laziness.

Lifting the corner of the curtain, I looked out the window. It was still dark, but I could vaguely see a few stars twinkling, and there were sparse pedestrians on the street.

He saw men who had just returned home from drinking at an izakaya and elderly people walking their dogs.

The man walked one step at a time, then suddenly vomited while holding on to the telephone pole. Then he fell to the side and fell asleep.

After Wuma Xingjin washed up, he opened the door. His movements were very gentle to avoid waking up Arakawa Kotoyuki.

It had been raining all night and was now a little light.

Take a deep breath and let the cool air enter your lungs.

He has the habit of running in the morning.

The drizzle of rain was much lighter than last night, as gentle as caressing a lover.

"Good morning, Mr. Wu Ma"

"morning"

Say hello to your neighbors while running.

The water level on the river has risen a lot.

Perhaps because of the lower air pressure, many fish can be seen opening their mouths on the surface of the water.

There was a fisherman excitedly making a nest, using serious bait, not some heavyweight sonic bomb, or another unfortunate wild fisherman.

The equipment is so professional that it makes people think this is the FLW (World Outdoor Fishing Championship) Tokyo Division.

There are many fish in the river. It is said that the president of a certain company released many fry here this spring in order to use fishing gear to show off their talents in the autumn.

Wuma Xingjin cast an admiring look at the fisherman's empty fish bucket.

After running, the wind gradually picked up and the sky became darker.

Ding!

I received a message on my phone. I clicked on it. It was a notification from Bishop Morimiya Megumi in the group.

: Due to the typhoon, schools are closed. Everyone should pay attention to safety at home.

There is also a message sent by the embassy, ​​informing the Chinese people in Japan to avoid staying in low places and to prepare enough food to survive the typhoon.

I put away my phone and went to the convenience store to buy some lunch boxes.

The store clerk at the door is using wooden boards to reinforce the doors and windows in preparation for the typhoon, just like American store owners would add steel plates to their stores in the free life of random zero-dollar purchases.

Pushing a cart.After thinking for a while, I bought more bread and biscuits.

After the checkout, the raindrops became dense.

When we returned to the apartment, it started to rain heavily.

After closing the door to block out the typhoon, Wuma Xingjin casually hung the clothes on the hangers at the entrance.

"Wuma Lord, you are back."

"There is a typhoon today, so we won't go to the school."

Seeing the branches on the roadside being blown into a scary angle, Kotoyuki Arakawa rubbed her sleepy eyes and said:

"We can't go out in this weather."

“I can’t go to the place where I work.”

Arakawa Kotoyuki thought this annoying guy was hinting at something, and his sleepiness immediately disappeared completely due to his anger.

"I will definitely not miss your money!"

"I mean I can only ask for leave from my boss today. If I don't have working hours, I won't get my salary today."

Arakawa Kotoyuki seemed to have misunderstood something, but Wu Ma Xingjin didn't bother to explain. She would be leaving soon anyway, so there was no need to waste energy caring about her mood.

He works in a second-hand store and has always had a good relationship with the boss. (It’s actually a specialized second-hand market. If you’re lucky, you can find all kinds of first-edition peripherals there)

Although he was stipulated that he could only work 28 hours a week, he would always work extra hours secretly.

In this regard, the boss uncle also turned a blind eye.He had a good impression of this well-behaved, gentle and polite young man.

Since Mr. Wu Ma arrived, the work in the store has become much easier.

The boss can even lie in the lounge and watch a few episodes of "Forbidden Girls" when he has time.

And there seem to be more female customers coming to the store.

"I'm going to wash up first."

Arakawa Kotoyuki tidied her clothes to avoid paying benefits herself. She closed the bathroom door and checked that the door lock was OK. Then she breathed a sigh of relief.

While waiting for Arakawa Kotoyuki to wash up, Uma Seijin put the bento in the refrigerator.

Cut the bacon sent by my mother from China into shreds, wash the rice and make bacon porridge.

The air conditioner that had been running all night could not last until dawn. It stopped at some point and the room was a little cold.

After the two of them had washed up, breakfast was just about ready to be finished.

The porridge was taken out of the rice cooker, and the shredded pork and fragrant rice were mixed together. It was steaming hot, and the steamed buns brought back from the convenience store were still warm.

A bite of steamed buns and a bite of porridge, the simple food made the delicate young lady look happy.

Arakawa Kotoyuki sighed while eating.

"It is said that in the East, girls have good cooking skills. When they return home, they will do housework seriously, cook for their husbands, will not buy random things, maintain a clean relationship with the opposite sex, be gentle and considerate, and do not ask for betrothal gifts. After marriage, The salary will also be handed over to the husband, and I always feel that they are under a lot of pressure."

“I really envy the boys over there”

The words that came out of the two lips were like a 125mm tank main gun firing a fin-stabilized discarding sabot armor-piercing projectile, which penetrated from the screen to reality in one breath, directly breaking everyone's defenses.

Wuma Xingjin echoed without raising his head:

"yes"

"The Internet is full of praise and compliments for boys."

"But the stay-at-home wives here are also very good."

After breakfast, he pulled out his seat and Wuma Xingjin reviewed his homework at his desk.

Kotoyuki Arakawa, on the other hand, was holding her mobile phone and sending messages to her girlfriends one by one.

The messages sent out usually fall into the background without any response, or they are blocked and deleted by the other party.

A piece of news is playing on the TV.

"The well-known company Arakawa Group announced its dissolution yesterday, and former president Jun Arakawa was investigated for suspected commercial fraud."

"Next, let's interview employees of the Arakawa Group."

"What do you think of the dissolution of the Arakawa Group?"

The camera turned to a man with an employee ID card on his body and a briefcase in his arms. He didn't know that the company had closed down. He came to work as a habit today, but he didn't expect to be interviewed by a reporter.

"Disbanded?"

"Oh, no matter whether the company goes bankrupt or not, I still have to go to work and hang out all day."

Facing the microphone, the briefcase man complained as if he had found an outlet:

"Our employees are forced to work eight hours a day, five full days a week!"

"Even eating is done in the company."

"And it is said that President Arakawa will rent a house for everyone nearby for free to make commuting easier."

"It's just squeezing us."

The reporter’s oval-shaped face showed the same hatred.

"It's indeed too much!"

"It seems that this gentleman has deep opinions on the Arakawa Group?"

Briefcase Man nodded up and down.

"Of course!"

Seeing that the reporter wanted to continue asking questions, the man with the briefcase raised his wrist and looked at the time. The watch showed that it was 09:30.

The briefcase man turned around and said:

"Then I have to go to work."

After that, he went to the entrance of Arakawa Building to swipe his card.

The reporter was left confused.

Wait, isn’t the Arakawa Group closed down?And there is no one operating the Arakawa Building anymore.