I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

So, try to think about happy things.

She stretched out her arm and made a peace sign at Xia Wuzhao.

It's like taking a photo.

A radiant smile graced his face.

Chapter 219 Something Twisted, Heavy, and Dripping

Faced with such a smile, Xia Wuzhao quickly left.

Chiharu Tokisaka didn't seem to care. She simply waved and said, "Goodbye, junior."

After saying goodbye, Xia Wuzhao left.

Chiharu Tokisaka continues to watch over the convenience store, waiting for customers to come in.

The later it got, the sleepier she felt.

"I slept during the day, so why am I still so sleepy?"

She was a little confused, but after thinking about it carefully.

"Probably because I'm so bored."

"I feel sleepy because I can only stay here doing nothing."

Chiharu Tokisaka felt she should find something to do.

The lights in convenience stores are always a harsh white, making everything look glaringly white. After looking at it for a while, my eyes feel dry and uncomfortable.

Moreover, when there are no guests, you don't even feel the passage of time.

I feel that time sometimes flows quickly, and sometimes it seems to move so slowly.

It felt like an hour had passed, but in reality only a dozen minutes had gone by.

She was lost in thought, pondering these things.

When I came to my senses, it was already midnight.

She smiled and said, "Finally, I can get to work."

The girl began checking the shelves, preparing to restock.

She even feels happy doing this kind of thing, like making an appointment.

At least I won't be standing behind the cashier like a block of wood anymore.

"However, although it was fun, it was really tiring."

She pulled the cart to replenish the shelves, especially some dairy products, which needed to be replenished very frequently.

It took the girl an hour and a half to finally finish packing everything.

In September, the nights can even feel a bit chilly.

This is especially true inside convenience stores, where it's often cooler than outside.

Even so, Chiharu Tokisaka was still sweating from exhaustion.

After replenishing the shelves and replacing the items, she still needed to clean up the other equipment.

Some fried foods and oden can be disposed of.

She still used the same packaging as yesterday, putting the past-expiry bento boxes and oden together.

She placed those expensive lunch boxes on top so she could take them home directly after get off work without having to search for them, saving time.

"I'm really lucky today, I had a few boxes of chicken rice left over. The meat content in the bento boxes is also quite good."

She thought to herself with a touch of joy.

Unfortunately, there was a lot of leftover fried noodle bento today. The girl wasn't picky about rice or noodle bento.

She likes rice-based bento boxes simply because rice can be shaped into rice balls and taken to school to eat.

Fried noodle bento boxes are not allowed.

After completing all the work processes, she stood behind the cashier again, waiting to get off work.

She felt a bit dizzy and uncomfortable, so she drank several glasses of cold water to suppress the internal heat she didn't know she had.

The sky outside had become bright sometime earlier, and the girl looked out.

The darkness had completely faded, and the sky was tinged with blue and white, giving it a completely new look.

"so good."

Chiharu Tokisaka sincerely praised him, and some thoughts began to stir in her mind.

"This should be a good omen; I should have some good luck coming my way."

That's what the girl thought.

"Chiharu, I'm here~~"

Yamada, wearing a red coat, walked into the convenience store.

She casually greeted Chiharu Tokisaka.

"Ms. Yamada, isn't your class in the afternoon?"

Chiharu Tokisaka was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, it was supposed to be in the afternoon." Yamada yawned and said, "But the shift was changed. The other clerk had some things to do today, so she asked me to switch shifts with her."

"Oh, I see."

Chiharu Tokisaka nodded and said, "Then I'll go check in first, Ms. Yamada."

Yamada waved his hand, indicating that Chiharu Tokisaka should go.

She placed her small bag in front of the cashier and took out a small mirror to tidy her hair and appearance.

Chiharu Tokisaka checked in and changed her clothes.

After leaving the changing room, he greeted Ms. Yamada and then took the large bag of trash away through the back door.

When Yamada saw it, he remarked, "I knew it. It's hard to sell bento boxes at night. There aren't enough corporate workers here. If there were more people from this company, we wouldn't have trouble selling bento boxes at night, especially those with a 50% discount."

Chiharu Tokisaka simply smiled, then picked up the black trash bag and left.

When I got to the trash can in the distance, I opened the trash bag, took out the things I had packed earlier and put them aside, and then threw the black trash bag into the trash can.

After finishing these tasks, the girl breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked home with her things in her arms.

After taking the tram home, she put her things on the table and took a shower first.

After coming out wrapped in a bath towel, the girl sat down at the table and opened two boxed lunches.

She grabbed a lunchbox and started eating it eagerly. Although it was cold rice and a cold bento box, it was already delicious to the young girl.

Only after she had finished eating all the hard-won meat did she start eating other things.

She ate the side dishes from two bento boxes and the rice from another bento box.

She also ate all the oden skewers that had been brought out.

She felt that being able to eat her fill was happiness.

"I'm so sleepy."

She muttered to herself, but had to stand up and deliberately shape the leftover rice into rice balls so she could take them to school.

As for the third boxed meal, she plans to eat it before going to work in the evening.

That way, I won't be starving at night.

Chiharu Tokisaka vividly remembers the time she was starving, when she was so hungry that she could only drink water constantly. Every step she took made a clanging sound.

When applying for a job, you can't be so hungry that your stomach is growling, nor can you be so drunk that your stomach is churning.

She experimented for a long time before she achieved the right level.

But the more water I drink, the hungrier I get after a while.

Even his legs were trembling, he could barely walk, and all he could think about was food.

She even sometimes had the idea of ​​camping out by the trash cans.

However, the thought of getting an upset stomach and having to see a doctor is unbearable.

She had no choice but to give up on doing so.

Recalling her miserable experience, the girl shaped the rice into rice balls.

Unfortunately, loose rice is difficult to shape; freshly cooked, sticky rice is the best for forming into rice balls.

She tried several times before she could barely manage to knead it into a loose shape.

Looking at the loose rice ball, she sighed; "If only I could be a librarian, I wouldn't have to work so hard."

But this is just something I think about.

"After all, my grades didn't impress the adults."

She sighed and placed the rice ball on a porcelain plate. Looking at the scattered rice ball on the plate, she felt that if she wasn't careful, the rice ball she had just made might fall apart again.

After a moment of silence, she placed it in the small refrigerator that came with the rented room. She washed her hands and spread the bedding from the closet onto the tatami mat.

I finally drifted off to sleep, but this time I set an alarm in advance so I wouldn't be late.

"The future will be better."

She said this to herself.

The girl was looking forward to it, but then the jarring alarm clock woke her up.

The girl, writhing in pain in her head, looked utterly lost.

My body felt as heavy as if it were weighed down by iron blocks, and my head was completely turned into mush, making it impossible to do anything.

She was in a daze for a few minutes before she came to her senses.

I quickly washed up, got dressed, grabbed my rice ball, and ran to school with my backpack.

My head still hurts, but after yesterday's ordeal, I've gotten used to it.

Xia Wuzhao ran into Tokisaka Chiharu at the school gate.

"Junior?"

Chiharu Tokisaka also found it strange, and she laughed lightly, "What a coincidence, we've run into each other again."

Xia Wuzhao walked towards the shoe cabinet; "We go to the same school, isn't the chance of us running into each other pretty high?"

“No, no, no,” Chiharu Tokisaka said. “We haven’t run into each other much before.”

Or rather, we never encountered it even once.

Xia Wuzhao thought this was because Tokisaka Chiharu had found a job; before, when she hadn't found a job, she had come to school much earlier.

But once she found a job, she started arriving at school very late every day.

"Perhaps it's just a coincidence, senior."

Xia Wuzhao said this.

The girl, for reasons unknown, felt a surge of pride and smiled energetically.

"I knew it."

The Kirishima family's car also drove up to the school gate, and Chiharu Tokisaka couldn't help but watch.

She said, "She's rich, she should be living a happy life."

After glancing at her, Xia Wuzhao said, "Yes, she's very happy. Her parents love her very much."

"Haha, you talk like you've seen it before."

Chiharu Tokisaka smiled, but then sighed, "However, people who don't worry about money might really become very happy."

"After all, a lot of anxiety stems from a lack of money."

She sighed.

Xia Wuzhao said, "You're acting like you're having a bout of chuunibyou right now."