I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

Chiharu Tokisaka said earnestly, "I've worked in every kind of convenience store."

"Oh? Not a single one survived?"

The female store manager asked Chiharu Tokisaka.

“Yes,” Chiharu Tokisaka said. “Because compared to my high school job with its unstable hours, store managers prefer employees who stay long-term. So, once they find a suitable replacement, I leave that convenience store.”

"Is that right?"

The female store manager crossed her legs and squinted.

However, after looking at it carefully for a while, she said, "Having work experience is fine; your training can be kept to a minimum. The work regulations here are no different from those in other convenience stores."

"The rules are just a bit stricter, since this is a directly operated store."

As she said this, the female store manager opened a drawer: "Write down your personal information and contact details. I will contact other store managers to inquire whether your work experience is correct."

"You can wait outside for a while. If everything is true, you will be a convenience store employee and can start working today."

"Ok."

Chiharu Tokisaka filled out the form with great skill, and the female store manager couldn't help but nod in approval as she watched her work so efficiently.

Chapter 212 Uncontrollable Desires and Predicaments [4k]

After Tokisaka Chiharu finished writing it, she handed it to the shop manager.

The store manager told Chiharu Tokisaka to wait outside. There was a row of small blue plastic chairs outside the store manager's room.

Sitting up, Chiharu Tokisaka let out a breath.

"I don't know if it will succeed."

As she thought this, her fingers clenched so tightly they almost pierced her skin and drew blood.

Leaning against the wall, I could faintly hear voices inside.

Chiharu Tokisaka's heart stirred, and she listened attentively.

However, the voices were so low that they could only be vaguely heard as people discussing something, and no sentences could be formed.

The girl wanted to peer through the door to listen, but then decisively abandoned the idea.

This isn't good. What if waiting is also a form of observation?

She was reluctant to give up the job, which paid at least 1100 yen per hour. There were also other hidden benefits, making it more than enough for her.

The pay is lower during the daytime. And there's no way to take away items that have passed their expiration date or are no longer suitable.

She sat there obediently, but the more she listened, the more anxious she became.

I couldn't help but want to stand up and walk back and forth.

"If I hadn't heard a sound, I wouldn't have hesitated and been so anxious. But I did manage to hear a faint sound."

The girl thought to herself, pursing her slightly dry lips.

Fortunately, after waiting for ten minutes, she finally heard the store manager's voice.

"Come in."

Chiharu Tokisaka quickly went inside and walked briskly to the desk.

The store manager gestured for the girl to sit down, saying, "Your work ability is fine; the other store managers also told me you're doing a good job."

"You are capable of doing this job."

As she spoke, she pulled out a contract: "If there are no problems, let's sign it."

The girl picked up the pen beside her and flipped through the specific terms of the contract.

There is no difference from the previous agreement.

The store manager chuckled: "Don't bother looking, they're all standard. You can find the standard documents online, they've just changed the names a bit."

Chiharu Tokisaka carefully looked through the document before finally signing her name.

It is a temporary employment contract, the kind that can be terminated at any time.

After all, I'm not a formal employee and I'm still a high school student, so it's impossible for me to sign a formal employment contract.

After the signature was completed, the store manager placed it on his desk.

The manager led Chiharu Tokisaka to a room next door, where rows of saleswoman uniforms were piled up. The manager told Chiharu to just choose one that fit.

Anyway, there are changing rooms here, so I can just change.

With that, the store manager walked out.

Chiharu Tokisaka felt a sense of relief as she selected the right size.

"Finally, everything is settled."

She felt a mix of joy and worry.

"I really don't know how long I can sit here."

After choosing an outfit, she went into the fitting room, took off her clothes, and changed into the sales clerk's uniform.

The uniform was a long-sleeved shirt, entirely blue, except for some white stripes.

However, the white stripes are few, only appearing on the large chest pocket and a small part of the body.

After getting dressed, I straightened my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror.

The girl then walked out carrying her clothes.

The store manager was quite satisfied with Chiharu Tokisaka's demeanor, but the outfit made her look like a sales clerk. She led the girl to the staff changing room, the warehouse, and other convenience store rooms.

They took her to a room and gave Chiharu Tokisaka a booklet to study.

This booklet is probably the convenience store's employee handbook, containing various rules to follow and standards for handling goods.

The girl looked at it intently, and after half an hour she was completely familiar with it.

The store manager then led her to the sales clerk and said to the girl, "Ms. Yamada, this is the new sales clerk, Tokisaka. You will train her. If she passes the test, she can be handed over to Tokisaka tonight."

"Yes, manager."

Miss Yamada gave a slight bow.

The shop manager waved his hand and went to pack up his things to leave, leaving only the two of them there.

"Hello, Ms. Yamada. I'm Chiharu Tokisaka from Midori High School. Nice to meet you."

As a newcomer, Chiharu Tokisaka bowed to Yamada.

"I'm Yamada." Yamada waved his hand and said, "Don't be so formal. Since we're here, we're colleagues."

"You can just call me Yamada."

“Yes, Ms. Yamada.” Chiharu Tokisaka remained cautious.

Yamada didn't try to correct Chiharu Tokisaka's awkwardness. She simply asked, "Do you know how to use a cash register?"

"I will, Ms. Yamada."

Chiharu Tokisaka answered.

Yamada, a girl who was probably close to twenty, smiled helplessly and said, "Then, let me try it out."

This wasn't a problem for Chiharu Tokisaka. She used the cash register with ease and skill, making a clinking sound every now and then.

Yamada was satisfied with Chiharu Tokisaka's proficiency and said, "Then you can work for an hour and see if you make any mistakes."

As she spoke, she gave up her spot, allowing Chiharu Tokisaka to stand behind the cash register.

She stood next to Chiharu Tokisaka.

Even when there are no guests, you need to maintain this posture.

The seasoned veteran Yamada asked Chiharu Tokisaka, "Tokisaka, is your house near here?"

"It's probably not that close." Chiharu Tokisaka shook her head.

"Oh? Then why did you come here to work? Wouldn't it have been better to find a convenient place that's about the same distance from your home?"

"Because this is the only job I could find today."

Chiharu Tokisaka sighed.

As summer vacation was drawing to a close, she had been searching for a job.

But it wasn't until today that she finally found it.

"As expected, it's probably because they're broke that they're rushing to find a job at a convenience store. They don't even mind working the night shift."

Although Yamada didn't seem very enthusiastic, he quickly built a good relationship with Chiharu Tokisaka.

Although we can't be called close friends, we can still chat like friends.

This small talk only stops when guests arrive.

Welcome!

Chiharu Tokisaka smiled at the customer, but the customer yawned, ignored the sales staff, grabbed a plastic basket, and went into the convenience store to pick out items.

"This kind of thing happens quite often."

Yamada said in a low voice, "We greeted them warmly, but the others didn't even acknowledge us."

“Because they know our smiles are fake too,” Chiharu Tokisaka said. “Isn’t there some kind of ‘business smile’? Isn’t this just a way of criticizing our fake smiles as salespeople?”

"Everyone smiles at people all the time when they don't have anything going on."

Yamada said, "Even maintaining a fake smile is exhausting."

She and Chiharu Tokisaka kept talking, with a gossipy smile on their faces.

Chiharu Tokisaka just smiled helplessly and casually agreed.

Soon the customer came to the counter with a full basket. Chiho Tokisaka took the basket and took out the items one by one to scan the barcode.

She asked, "Would you like it heated up?"

"No need," the guest casually declined.

Would you like some chopsticks?

"No need."

Chiharu Tokisaka simply smiled, scanned the code, and then packed everything into a bag.

Do you have loyalty cards?

"No."

"Do you need a points card? You can accumulate enough points to redeem goods."

"unnecessary."

Chiharu Tokisaka read out a number, and the customer took out several banknotes from his wallet and placed them on the counter.

Chiharu Tokisaka counted the money before opening the cash register, putting the coins in, and then giving the change to the customer.

After all that was done, the guest picked up the bag and left.

As they watched the guests leave, Chiharu Tokisaka and Yamada bowed slightly and said, "Welcome to visit us again."

The guests, too, didn't even glance at them.

After the guests left, the two resumed their previous slacking off.

"Are there few guests here, Ms. Yamada?" Chiharu Tokisaka asked.

“Not a small number,” Yamada said. “But the peak times are in the morning, noon, and evening. And most of them are office workers, so you don’t need to worry. When it’s your turn, there are very few customers. You might not even meet a few customers all night. But you will have to restock and clean all kinds of machines.”

"I know."

Chiharu Tokisaka nodded; she knew about it.

That's how it is with the night shift; although there are fewer customers and the workload is lower.

However, convenience stores always have something for you to do.

She didn't seem to have any complaints or embarrassment.

I think this is good, not bad.