I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

The girl fiddled with her phone and created a group chat called the Literature Club, then added Natsuki Kai and Kirishima Chiho to the group chat.

Kirishima Chiho entered quickly, but Natsugiri Kai had not yet reacted.

Xia Wuzhao lay in bed looking at the messages on his phone and casually joined one.

Kirishima: Hello, hello.

Neither Aoi Asahi nor Kai Natsugiri sent any messages; they just watched Chiho Kirishima post various emojis.

She seemed overly lively.

Kirishima: Huh? Are you all asleep? Why aren't you replying to my messages?

Asahi: I'm getting ready to go to sleep.

Xia Wu: Hmm.

After sending these messages, Xia Wuzhao stopped looking at the group chat and put it aside to rest.

Kirishima Chiho looked at the messages on her phone and sighed.

“If Aoi and Natsume don’t make up, the atmosphere will be really bad.”

"Whether it's Aoi or Natsume, if they don't reconcile, their interactions are practically like those of two strangers."

"They're not even as good as strangers! At least strangers said some polite things just now."

Kirishima Chiho frowned slightly as she thought about this.

"I need to find flaws in their daily conversations. But the way they're doing it now is having a huge impact on my plans."

"If I deliberately ask Aoi about the past, she will definitely become suspicious. So, I can only deliberately steer the conversation when Aoi and Xia Wu are chatting, so that Aoi won't become suspicious."

"Furthermore, Xia Wuzhao may also bring me new information."

The girl sent Xia Wuzhao several more messages, but received no reply to any of them.

Kirishima Chiho then tossed her phone onto the bed, saying with a hint of helplessness, "It seems we'll have to deal with this tomorrow."

Looking at the pristine white ceiling, she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Perhaps, the ceiling in the ruins of the mountains is the ceiling I like."

The girl murmured, "Because I feel an indescribable sense of security when I'm inside."

"What exactly have I lost?"

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After waking up, Chiharu Tokisaka rushed to the convenience store where she worked.

"Ms. Yamada! Good evening."

The girl smiled and called out, and Yamada waved his hand in response.

"Chiharu, you're here a little early today."

Yamada joked, "Back then, you would always arrive right on time."

"Is it because it rained today?" Chiharu Tokisaka said with a smile, without any embarrassment. "The rain has lessened a bit now, so I think it will be more convenient for Ms. Yamada to leave now."

"Oh, so that's what you think, Chiharu."

Yamada glanced at the light rain outside: "I'm glad you think that way, but right now I can't leave."

"Because it's not time yet. If we open it before then, we'll have our wages docked."

Yamada sighed.

Chiharu Tokisaka first went to the dressing room to change her clothes before coming to the counter.

"Ms. Yamada, is the manager very strict?"

She sat on the chair next to him, watching the bored Yamada.

"Not too harsh."

Yamada said with a complicated expression, "The manager is a very good and kind person. However, he values ​​the rules very much, and if you break the rules, he can become very unreasonable."

“In the past, there was a shop assistant who was fired by the manager because he broke the rules.”

"Is that so?" Chiharu Tokisaka's feelings also became complicated.

Seeing Chiharu Tokisaka like this, Yamada comforted her, "Normally, the manager is a very nice person."

But Chiharu Tokisaka was filled with worry.

"I'm actually quite satisfied with this job. Although it's a bit tiring, the pay is pretty good. It's the best job I could find, and if I get fired, I'll be devastated."

As the girl thought this, Yamada patted her on the shoulder and said, "I'll let you in on a little secret: there will be very few customers today when it rains. So, it's okay to sneak off to sleep."

"But aren't there security cameras?"

Chiharu Tokisaka pointed to the camera.

“It’s okay.” Yamada smiled and told Chiharu Tokisaka the secret: “You see, if you stand here at the checkout counter, the camera will see you.”

"However, if you walk a little further in, the camera won't be able to see you."

Yamada demonstrated to Chiharu Tokisaka that once they stepped inside, the camera was no longer visible.

Yamada seemed quite satisfied after teaching Chiharu Tokisaka such a small technique.

When it was time to leave work, she went briskly to the changing room, changed her clothes, opened her umbrella, and left the convenience store.

Chiharu Tokisaka glanced at the monitor screen and stood at the very back of the cashier's counter.

They were indeed able to evade the cameras.

But then, the girl came out again.

"Even if the camera can't see you sleeping, if it can't see you in the camera's view, the store manager can understand what you're doing just by thinking about it."

"Even if it's just sophistry, it will only make the store manager dislike you."

"So, let's just forget about it."

Chiharu Tokisaka was standing at the cashier again, standing as usual.

She seemed overly cautious and overly worried.

Even if there are no customers, they will stand in front of the cashier as they were taught in training.

I was clearly exhausted, and I could barely stand.

But the girl endured it.

Even at three or four in the morning, no one came.

She began cleaning various things, engaging in busy work.

They performed their work meticulously, in a way that no one could criticize or find fault with.

By six o'clock, she was so tired that she was feeling drowsy.

His body was so dry it was like a snake about to shed its skin, and his body was so hot it felt like it was about to set his whole body on fire.

When it was time to change shifts, the girl, as usual, carried a trash bag and held an umbrella as she walked into the rain.

I made a lot of bento boxes today.

It was very difficult for her to lift it. She could only lift the bag full of lunchboxes by using both hands.

I placed the umbrella on my shoulder and held the handle between my cheeks to barely keep it afloat.

The edge of the umbrella poked against her back, making the girl frown slightly from discomfort.

She moved slowly, step by step, the black umbrella obscuring her view of the road ahead, and she could only rely on her memory to keep going.

There were just too many puddles on the road, and she stepped into them several times.

The shoes and socks were immediately soaked by the rain.

The girl frowned helplessly, but there was nothing she could do but continue walking forward.

Her back was also soaked by rainwater sliding down from the umbrella, the icy water flowing down her spine and wetting her clothes.

Finally reaching the trash can, she took out what she needed from the trash bag. She breathed a sigh of relief and carried the several lunchboxes.

The girl was finally able to lift the umbrella off her shoulder.

The girl didn't like transparent umbrellas; although they were cheap, the quality was poor. She preferred these large black umbrellas, which were more sturdy and durable.

Standing at the station waiting for the tram, Chiharu Tokisaka clutched the hem of her clothes, sighing, "Ugh, I've gotten my clothes wet again."

"I have spare socks. But shoes are a bit of a problem."

"If I use a hairdryer to dry it, will it cause the outer leather to rot?"

Chiharu Tokisaka worried about this, her soaked loafers and calf socks feeling cold against her skin.

It makes the skin swollen and white.

She just felt increasingly sleepy and a little drowsy. When the car arrived, she got in and went home.

Yawning, I stepped onto the metal stairs and arrived at my home.

After entering the room, she quickly took off her shoes and socks.

My feet, which had been covered in sweat and turned white, finally felt a little more comfortable. Stepping on the tatami mats brought a strange sense of pleasure.

The bento box was placed on the table, water still dripping from the plastic bag. The wooden table was quickly soaked, and there was even a possibility the water would seep onto the tatami mats.

The girl could only glance at it before she could only use a burlap sack to wipe the water clean.

However, there was just too much rainwater on the bag, and some of it had even seeped inside. Even after wiping it again and again, water was still dripping out.

Chiharu Tokisaka simply placed the towel directly under the box.

As for her loafers, she could only dry them with a hairdryer. She pulled out a power strip and dragged it next to the table, intending to dry her shoes while eating.

"I'm so tired."

She turned on the hairdryer and started blowing it on the loafers that were placed to the side. But she was afraid that if she made too much noise, her neighbors would complain.

Chiharu Tokisaka only used the lowest setting. She held the hairdryer in one hand and opened the bag with the other, taking out all the bento boxes inside.

Because she was too tired, Chiharu Tokisaka stopped thinking about making rice balls.

"I'll eat two bento boxes in one go, so I won't have to eat lunch."

As she said this, she opened the lids of the two bento boxes.

At this point, the girl no longer cares about what the bento box looks like, and she doesn't even bother to choose one when she's selecting a bento box.

Eat whatever you get.

Before long, her arm, which was holding the hairdryer, became tired and sore.

But she remained unmoved and simply continued eating her bento box.

"This bento box has gone a bit sour. And it's also soaked with rainwater."

Chiharu Tokisaka commented, but continued eating anyway.

After all, I was really hungry.

She finally felt a little full after finishing both bento boxes.

"I really want to take a shower."

Chiharu Tokisaka sighed again and touched her loafers.

It was still damp inside, exuding a sense of moisture.

She turned off the hairdryer and said, "That's fine."

He took off his wet clothes and tossed them aside carelessly.

Chiharu Tokisaka lay exhausted on the tatami mat. Even though there were bedding in the closet, she was too lazy to take them out.

"This is fine, let's just make do for one more day."

Looking at the drizzling rain outside the window, she closed her eyes wearily.

She thought that, being so exhausted, she would fall asleep quickly. But the physical exhaustion and mental fatigue continued.

It kept her awake; her feet were aching, especially her legs and lower back. They felt sore and painful in waves.