I will never give in to Miss Death

"Delicious……"

It seemed like she hadn't eaten for a long time. The Death Girl's attention was all on the food in front of her: "Is this fish spicy?"

“It’s a little spicy, but more sour.”

I asked curiously, "Can't you eat spicy food?"

"No, it's just that spicy things are not usually used to cook food in other worlds, so it feels a bit fresh."

The Death Girl tried to pick up a piece of fish: "Hmm... except that the fish is a little soft, it tastes really good... Did you make all of this?"

"If you had come over to eat last night, they wouldn't be soft. Now these two dishes have been frozen in the refrigerator and then heated up."

Seeing this guy eating with gusto, I felt relieved for some reason: "You eat first, I'll take a shower to avoid catching a cold."

"Um..."

The other party just replied vaguely.

I took the little bunny nightgown I had changed into in the morning from the hanger in the bedroom and went into the bathroom.

Just like the previous few nights, in the bathroom filled with hot steam, I enjoyed the comfort of the hot water flowing through the girl's body while carefully washing my hair and body with the newly bought shower gel and shampoo. Before I knew it, another half an hour had passed.

By the way, if I go out wearing such cute clothes, I won’t be laughed at by that unscrupulous Grim Reaper, right?

I carefully wiped the dew off my body and hair, changed into my pajamas in the bathroom, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to go for it.

——I got this template thanks to her. This is the only piece of clothing suitable for girls in my house, and I picked it up. If she dares to laugh, I will bite her to death!

However, when I shyly pushed open the bathroom door and returned to the living room in wet slippers, what I saw was an empty sofa.

The Death Girl who was eating here before has disappeared.

The bed sheets were thrown casually at the end of the sofa, the winter melon bone soup and noodles on the table were gone, the fish was eaten till only a skeleton was left, only half a head of sauerkraut was left, and the small trash basket made of waste newspaper was filled with bones and fish bones.

Can't you even say goodbye?!

Realizing that Miss Death must have used her ability to travel through space to escape to some unknown place, I sat in front of the table feeling helpless and angry.

"I still have to clean up the mess. Damn it. I just took a shower..."

"..."

No. 074 I Like You in Vain

I ate the remaining strawberries, threw away the leftovers of a certain unscrupulous girl, washed the dishes, tidied up the table, washed my hands in my bunny nightgown, and went to the computer desk.

Why do I feel like I've been cheated...

She clearly said she wanted the latest model of mobile phone, but she left without even asking about the model and configuration. Is she hiding in some corner to recuperate or is she planning to steal one from a random mobile phone store?

Besides, wasn't she already badly injured by that devil? Her clothes were torn like that, she couldn't just wear them to a cell phone store, right?

The following scene emerged in my mind:

A little girl with wounds all over her body, half-dressed, and even the black stockings on her feet were torn, walked into the luxuriously decorated brand mobile phone chain store with a sickle in one hand and banknotes in the other, and said in the tone of a domineering gangster:

"Give me the latest phone, money is not a problem!"

"..."

According to the situation just now, the Death Girl definitely did not go out through the main door of the room. If her ability of space crack can be used without restrictions regardless of distance, then wouldn't she be able to come and go freely in the bank's vault?

In that case, if I took her phone, wouldn’t that make me… an accomplice?

If the Grim Reaper is sentenced for theft, and the amount is huge and the circumstances are serious, how should he be sentenced?

death penalty?

What happens if a person comes back to life after being executed?

I died once and came back to life. Does the previous death sentence still count?

With a somewhat conflicted mood, I glanced at the rainy day outside the window.

I can't put all my eggs in one basket: Death.

That girl is unreliable. If I expect her to send me a phone and then use it to order takeout and buy clothes, I don't know how long it will take.

In this situation, because I usually have the habit of stockpiling food, if the rain keeps falling like this, theoretically I don’t have to go out and won’t starve to death in a short period of time. Anyway, there are eggs and rice in the house. And even if I’m really in a hurry, at most I’ll just waste a little electricity. I can wash the inside of the clothes like before, and then dry them in front of the small heater.

Or... use your computer to log into a food delivery app or a platform like "Same City Express Delivery", place an order for new clothes, and write in the notes "Don't call, just go to the 3rd floor, 301 and knock on the door."

As long as you have clothes and can go out, you will always find money.

At least for now, a mobile phone is not a necessity for me, but it may be a little troublesome to buy things for me in the future.

Did I leave my umbrella at the breakfast shop at the entrance of Wanghai Park? Do I need to buy a new umbrella if I want to go out?

What a messed up day.

Forget it, I'll wash the clothes I took off first, and then start writing.

If the guy hasn't come back by around 3pm, I'll just turn on the heater to dry my clothes and go out to buy groceries.

As for the thing of "wearing women's clothes in exchange for a cell phone", as long as the god of death dares to give me a cell phone, I will dare to wear women's clothes!

It’s just changing into clothes, shooting a video and uploading it. If one video doesn’t get 100,000 views, then I’ll upload two. If two doesn’t work, then I’ll upload three.

Moreover, things like "macho temperament" will not be erased by wearing women's clothes. I wore women's clothes to shoot videos, got a free phone, and then changed back to my normal clothes after that, right? The death god didn't ask me to keep the same outfit after a week. I can't be addicted to wearing women's clothes, right?

To round it off, the phone is given to me for free.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt my mood improved a lot.

I lost an umbrella and an old mobile phone, but got a latest model of mobile phone for free. It seems my luck is pretty good today.

I took the clothes and underwear to the bathroom, added some hot water, and spent half an hour washing them. I temporarily hung the clothes on a clothes hanger in the house.

That’s it for now, let’s get to work.

Jumping onto the computer chair in my soft bunny nightgown, I opened the typing software and the author backend on the web page. I first read through yesterday's readers' comments on the novel and chapter reviews, then entered the typing software, checked the typos and grammatical errors in the corresponding chapters on both sides, put the manuscript after the second review into the author backend for correction, and then put it into the professional typo and grammatical error search website to make sure there were no major problems before uploading the chapter.

What follows is the routine of listening to music and watching videos to get in the mood, and then starting to type.

"..."

……

It was not until twelve o'clock noon that I looked at the "3700 words entered today" displayed in the upper right corner of the computer and stretched out on the small chair.

Hasn't that Grim Reaper come back yet?

wrong.

That’s strange, why did I use the word “come back”?

I stretched out my hands and slapped my chubby face.

Although in the eyes of that god of death I may be the reincarnation of a "hero", I have neither his memories nor do I know magic or swordsmanship. I can't even remember what the so-called "demon" friends look like. When we first met, the god of death was a complete stranger to me. Who cared where she went!

"Ugh..."

Yawning slightly, I went to the bedroom, opened the snack box, and took out the small box of grains.

Have a light lunch and then take a nap.

I brought the small box to the kitchen, cleaned the rice cooker, poured some eight-treasure porridge into it, added a small amount of dried tangerine peel and brown sugar, covered the lid, set the timer, and returned to the computer. I picked up the "Shangjing Cat Cafe" flyer that Pipi gave me yesterday, and while flipping through it, I double-clicked QQ to open it.

"The Kamikyo Cat Cafe in Minaminagi District, Kamihama City is recruiting maids. Good looks and good figures are preferred. No education requirements or gender requirements..."

While waiting for QQ to open, I quietly read the recruitment information above.

"No gender requirement? Does that mean men can go too? What kind of cafe is this? A confused restaurant?"

In doubt, I continued reading -

"Every day is divided into morning shift, afternoon shift and night shift. The morning shift is from 8:16 to 16:0, the afternoon shift is from 0:8 to 8:, and the night shift is from : to :. There are days off per month. You can apply for shift scheduling with the store manager at the beginning of each month according to your needs. The probation period is one month, and food and accommodation are provided, as well as five insurances and one fund..."

"It feels like it's quite formal, with three shifts, each shift is eight hours. If I choose the early shift, can I go to work in the morning, have lunch at 4pm, come back to write, and get double pay?"

"Didi dididi——"

Just when I was planning whether to go to work in this legendary coffee shop funded by "Tongmeng.com", a message from "Marisa's Iron Butt @ All Members" suddenly popped up in the QQ group on the lower right corner of my computer.

[Marisa's Iron Butt invites you to join QQ Voice]

What's going on? Why is there a voice call in the middle of the day?

When I saw this news about Jiang Wei, I was a little confused.

We usually start voice chat and play games after 9pm, because Pippi's daughter is almost asleep after 9pm, and he as a father can barely have some private time.

As an author, the best time to write and update is during the day or late at night. The problem that authors who work late at night need to face is that their day and night are reversed, and they are mentally depressed, which has a great impact on their physical health. Therefore, most people update between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m.

After five o'clock in the afternoon, the surroundings are filled with the sounds of office workers returning home, the sound of car horns is heard outside the window, and downstairs there are either children playing, cooking, or parents scolding. After dinner, there are also the tuneless singing of "singing gods" in apartments like the one I live in... In short, mature authors will try to choose time periods when there are not many people around to write, otherwise those messy noises will annoy you to death.

This time, Jiang Wei suddenly turned on QQ voice at noon, which was contrary to his usual behavior. Was there something special?

"What's wrong with you?"

I had just entered the chat room and hadn't said anything yet when Pipi, who entered the chat room almost at the same time as me, said, "I just put my daughter to sleep. Do you want to play games?"

"No, brother, listen to me, and Nuoer..."

Jiang Wei in the voice chat sounded a little excited: "I think I'm going to be single soon."

"What?"

Pipi looked a little unconvinced: "You and Nuoer confessed your love?"

"Go away, Nuo'er is our good brother, and he is such a cute loli. What are you thinking? I am a lolita control, not a beast."

Jiang Wei cursed with a smile, then said, "Listen to me, just now, a girl came to my computer store. I thought she looked very familiar. Before I could remember who she was, this girl confessed to me directly. She said that she and I were classmates in junior high school and she had a crush on me for two years. After I dropped out of school, I always regretted not leaving contact information. But I didn't expect that I needed to buy a computer recently. The shopkeeper on my online store looked very familiar, so she immediately took a train to fly over to confirm it."

"real or fake?"

Pipi seemed happy for her good friend: "So you accepted it? What did that girl look like? Did you have a crush on her at the time?"

"No, I told me to calm down. As for that girl... she's pretty. Although not as cute and stunning as Nuo'er, I remember that she has a really good personality. When I was in junior high school, there were some hooligans in my class who had trouble with her. I taught them a lesson, but I didn't expect that she would remember me from then on."

"Why are you guys on voice chat at this time?"

As soon as Jiang Wei finished speaking, with a "ding dong" sound, Su Yunjin's voice came from the headset: "Do you want to play games now?"

"Brother Ji, Brother Marisa is lucky enough to have a beautiful woman."

Pipi explained: "My childhood sweetheart from junior high school came to confess her love to him."

"Really?"

Su Yunjin seemed very surprised as well: "Is our brother Jiang Wei finally going to be single? Didn't we agree to be single for the rest of our lives?"

"Being single all your life doesn't mean you haven't met a girl you like, right?"

Jiang Wei's voice was a little awkward: "I actually like that girl very much. We played together a lot in junior high school. My best memories in school are the time I spent with her. But I was a little kid at that time and didn't know anything. Now that I'm out in the society, I thought she would have married a long time ago, but I didn't expect..."

"What are you going to do?"

Su Yunjin looked very interested: "When are you getting married? I'll give you the biggest red envelope."

"I...I'm not sure yet, and she's not ready either."

Jiang Wei looked very nervous. "You know what? I actually never considered dating and getting married. I had a brother before. We were very poor at that time. He was dumped by his girlfriend because he was poor. Then he told me that it was really sad for us poor men to date. Usually, being poor or rich is like eating steamed buns or steak for dinner. We play games when we need to and brag to our brothers when we need to. It doesn't have much impact on happiness... But once we have someone we like, as a man, it's really easy to realize the kind of... deep inferiority that poverty brings to us."

"..."

For some reason, Jiang Wei's words left me silent.

Then, I subconsciously looked around the simple rental house next to the computer, repeating in my heart what Jiang Wei had just said -

"Once you have someone you like, as a man it is easy to realize the deep inferiority that poverty brings to you."

"Uncle, ahem, Nuo'er, Nuo'er?"

"Noel, are you there?"

At this time, Pippi's voice came from the headset: "Nuo'er?"

"what?"

I came back to my senses: "I'm here."

"what do you think?"