Who says meal replacements can’t be eaten as meals?

Toyokawa Shoko's restless heart gradually calmed down.

What is the difference between buying things in this so-called charity supermarket and begging? Are you the kind of person who would bend over backwards for a few pieces of silver? Ask yourself, no matter how cheap it is, you can't sell out your bottom line!

At least I should come secretly next time when Sakuya is not around.

Sakuya, who was playing with a slightly crooked scalp massager not far away, added as if she had remembered something:

"Most of the goods here are defective. For example, the packaging is deformed during transportation, or they are nearing the expiration date and cannot be sold. Xiangzi, be sure to pay attention to the production date when you buy."

I asked Xiaoxiang again about the darkness in my heart. Xiaoxiang said that she felt that the instructions just now were a bit decisive. We should combine the actual situation and analyze the specific problems. We should not look at things we don’t understand with prejudice.

Looking carefully at the not-so-big store, the variety of goods is not scarce, but it presents a polarized scene. Canned foods of brands I have never seen are piled up like mountains, and there are also many types of toiletries. On the contrary, there are only a few daily necessities such as hairpins and gloves, and the styles are not very good.

It looks like this should be the terminal where large supermarket chains handle low-value goods.

The use of the name of a charity supermarket is mostly for the sake of sounding good and also to recover some of the costs.

Since it is not a charity supermarket, then there is no problem! I have to make some sacrifices in order to accelerate Japan's industrial cycle and reduce carbon emissions generated during the recycling process. Miss Xiangzi, who is focused on the future development of mankind, accidentally filled her shopping basket to overflowing for the above reasons. It is definitely not because the prices are so cheap that even her wallet can afford it.

Seeing Shoko calculating and comparing the two noodles carefully to see which one was more cost-effective, Ichinose Sakuya's mouth curled up and he became happy. He put down the weird-looking soft cup lid in his hand and searched for a long time among the pile of weird and useless inventions of the Japanese. Finally, he picked two white elastic connecting ropes of the length of his palm, which were probably used to connect the collar and the sun hat to prevent the hat from being blown onto the subway track by the wind.

Although Xiangzi said that he was reluctant, his body was very honest.

Looking at the blue-haired girl with a smile on her face, Sakuya coughed lightly, leaned close to Xiangzi and whispered:

"If you buy too much, you won't be able to carry it."

"But the rice ball... the rice ball is calling me for help!" Miss Xiangzi, who was pinching the sour plum rice ball, seemed to have brought in some strange settings.

Raising her hand and tapping Xiangzi on the head, Sakuya took Xiangzi's other hand that was not holding the basket. They went against the flow of people and struggled to get to the checkout counter.

The two connecting strings were forty dollars, and she took two cartons of chocolate milk from the insulated freezer next to the counter, which cost fifty dollars in total. Sakuya took out a hundred-dollar bill from the bus change and slapped it on the table.

After telling the waiter that there was no need for change, Sakuya, who looked like a wealthy tycoon who had just spent a fortune to buy out the entire Roppongi area, ran to the head of the Toyokawa family who was shopping, holding a box of chocolate milk in each hand.

"Here, this is Xiangzi's."

"Eh? I just..." Toyokawa Shoko was about to refuse as usual, but hesitated for a moment. Finally, she said softly, "Thank you."

As smart as she was, she had just figured out why Sakuya chose to go to a charity supermarket that normal high school girls would never visit. If she had been like before, she would never have made friends in the academy. She didn't have the time or the money to play house games with a group of carefree children. If it wasn't to make up for the transgression she made on the first day, she would never have become friends with Sakuya, who looked exactly like Nagasaki Suyo.

The spring breeze comes suddenly, and suddenly rolls up the petals. I embrace you with joy.

The taste of the chocolate milk was unexpectedly good, at least enough to make Ms. Sakuya frown and take the second sip.

Apart from the innocuous mistakes of the cocoa butter being a bit greasy, the milk powder being tasteless, and the sugar being a bit too much, this drink is still worthy of being placed on the supermarket shelf and waiting to expire.

He calmly sealed the milk carton with a small corner torn off. Sakuya, who had successfully fed the blue-haired hedgehog for the first time, turned around with his hands behind his back in a good mood and walked backwards on the sidewalk in a playful manner.

"Miss, are you satisfied with today's companionship service?"

"It's just so-so." Xiangzi rolled his eyes while holding the shopping bag. His handsome face made the rolling eyes look a bit nice.

“So you’re satisfied?” Sakuya asked with a smile, sticking out her tongue.

Shoko snorted and suddenly quickened his pace. He pretended to be angry and handed out a bag, which he stuffed directly into the hand of Sakuya, who was watching the show with nothing in her hands.

"Carry it, or I'll give you a bad review."

"Eh? Is this a threat?"

As if it were natural. Maybe this is what good friends should be like?

Chapter 18 Where is Kanzaki Kairo?

Kanzaki Hailuo is a noble ACG content creator and sharer, and a painter who is proficient in lines and colors. She has a forum account and a small fan base. She focuses on depicting the wonderful emotions that bloom inadvertently between girls, and the sweet interactions full of citrus flavor. In other words, Ms. Hailuo is a yuri painter.

In the girl's room decorated in light purple, a slender and cute girl wrapped in animal pajamas sat in front of the computer. On the table were opened blueberry-flavored Pocky and bubbling Happy Water. Her expression was serious and her attitude was correct. Her left hand was WASD, and her right hand holding the mouse was slightly sweaty. Just like an eighth-level fitter operating a CNC machine tool, every move was within the minimum error.

The mouse keys made crisp clicking sounds, and the character controlled by the computer immediately fired a series of bullets. After a fierce exchange of fire, Miss Hai Luo stepped over the bodies of four people and skillfully controlled the character to squat in the corner of the container. There were 30 seconds left, and the health was only a pitiful 18 points. As the system broadcast of "The blaster has been deployed" came from the loudspeaker, the restless little hands finally calmed down a little.

Three teammates against one, can they still be killed? This is a sure thing.

The message came from the right that a teammate had fallen, but Hai Luo unscrewed the soda bottle without caring.

During the communication, the voice of teammates came again. I swallowed the Coke in a hurry. Three lines of kill prompts were neatly arranged in the upper right corner.

In a flash, she was the only one left. The computer's emotionless "only one person left" almost made Miss Hai Luo choke on the Coke she had just drunk.

Left? Or the main entrance? My heart rate soared to 110, and I heard the familiar sound of mechanical firing from behind me.

10-13, game over.

I angrily slammed my computer desk, pressed Alt+F4, and dragged the shortcut into the Recycle Bin. This whole process took 3.5 seconds.

Ugh! I can't breathe anymore.

After ending today's six-game losing streak, he kicked his legs and his not-so-plump body collapsed completely on the gaming chair.

The gaming chair that transformed into a rotating coffee cup turned half a circle, and when I came to my senses, I saw the Kamvas digital tablet covered with a little dust in front of me.

Come to think of it, I haven't painted for a while?

Like many ordinary art students, Miss Hai Luo also had a period of youth when she was in the third grade of junior high school, when she had a good self-perception.

As a painter, you should have the courage to climb up. Sooner or later, you will be able to create a passionate work that speaks from the heart. Believing this, Ms. Hai Luo confidently sent her work to the Art High School affiliated with Tokyo University of the Arts.

"It's a nice painting. I can tell the artist put a lot of effort into it. It must have taken a lot of time, right?"

"Yes! I've been perfecting it for the past two weeks."

"Your painting style is very personal. The girl's posture is handled very well, and the human body is also quite outstanding. But to be honest, our school values ​​more traditional painting skills. Although your painting style is unique, the overall composition is not quite accurate. Maybe you need to rethink the basics."

"so..."

"It's a pity, Miss Kanzaki. We still suggest that you hurry up and review your junior high school lessons. Painting may be a more suitable hobby for you."

The rest of the story is needless to say. My ordinary family conditions did not allow me to be willful anymore. I returned to the ordinary class, crammed for the missed courses, and mechanically dealt with the mock test papers handed by the cram school teacher. The entrance examination was unexpectedly good, and I barely entered the Yugaoka Girls' High School, which is famous for its admission rate, just at the end of the admission score line. I don't know how to dress up, and I am not as proficient in music theory as other students. I still sit in the last row in the corner. The only person I have talked to since the first week of school is Ichinose, who is in the front row.

Recalling the wonderful scenery she saw around the corner on the first day of school, Miss Hai Luo couldn't help but smile up.

Toyokawa, who is not very tall, is aggressively pushing Ichinose, who is in a panic, against the wall with one hand. Ichinose is obviously taller, but she leans against the wall with her knees slightly bent, looking like she is ready to be picked. With their faces so close, did they kiss?

I was a little annoyed as to why I didn't know how to become invisible, but these two were definitely top-notch talents.

They interacted with each other constantly during class and even ate together. Toyokawa, who was always rude to others, actually took the initiative to help Ichinose with his homework.

It’s so delicious. I didn’t expect that there would be such a lesbian couple around me, the overbearing president and his little country wife.

The toes wrapped in casual socks curled up and rolled on the bed, Kanzaki Kairo staring blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling that was emitting soft light.

Feeling... inspired.

After checking in again on the dusty drawing board, a software update prompt automatically popped up on the computer. Looking at the slowly moving progress bar, Ms. Hai Luo's mouse unconsciously moved to the icon of the recycle bin.

How about another round? Can I lose again?

Seven consecutive losses.

Table HP-1, dragged the red icon of the anti-stress game into the recycle bin again, and Miss Hai Luo picked up the paintbrush.

His drawing skills, which had not been used for a long time, did not seem to have deteriorated much. He drew the lines according to his muscle memory and soon sketched out a plump female figure. He leaned against the wall, crossing his hands in front of his chest in fear. His flaxen low ponytail was squeezed to one side.

I recalled the hair accessories that Ichinose-san wore at the beginning of the school year, and added a small pink cherry blossom to her ponytail at the neck. Then, her delicate face with tears in her eyes, and her ears were also dyed red like cherry blossom cheeks.

Fengchuan is easy to draw, after all, she hasn't changed her decorations in a week, always with the same double ponytails on both sides, one-handed wall-dong, leaning in. In order to look more reasonable, Miss Hai Luo raised the height of a certain unknown blue-haired president a little.

I saved the version before splitting with a silly smile, checked the "school uniform" layer, put down the stylus, and exported the masterpiece that I had worked on for two hours and forty minutes. Apart from the same hair color, similar hairstyle, and the same body shape, this picture should not be able to tell that it is Toyokawa-san and Ichinose-san, right?

The great Miss Hai Luo reopened her artist account which had not been online for March, uploaded and published it in one go. She casually tapped the keyboard a few times and wrote a note for the work: "The overbearing president and the fugitive village girl."

After taking a sip of the happy water and picking up a Poky, Kanzaki Kairo felt his body lighten and he completely relaxed.

The artist who hadn't updated for a long time suddenly resurrected. Although he didn't have many fans, some people still started leaving messages and liking his posts.

[Travel with Peace of Mind]: "What a cute girl, is that Yuchika's uniform?"

[Xiao Yin, the customer service representative who skipped work]: "He's dead!"

[A Midsummer Night's Dream]: "You are?"

[Guest account 1145]: "Where's the picture?"

[Guest account 1145]: "Why can I see it from outside? But it's gone when I come in?"

[Hoshizora Sakuya]: "@Guest account 1145, you need to register first, just click this link."

[Internet stray cat]: "I'm fine."

[A Midsummer Night's Dream]: "Now that Mr. Conch is back, when will you make up for the three months of updates?"

[Arata-senpai’s Strange Records]: “Okay, okay, I think the Madoka Magica fanart that we promised to draw has already been drawn. Bring it up quickly.”

Alas, most of the comments are about stopping updates and urging for more, and no one praises the existing achievements. Netizens are so cold and heartless.

Miss Hai Luo, who had just finished fishing, decisively pressed the power button of her mobile phone and stopped reading those sad remarks.

I've been working so hard today that my mouse unconsciously moves to the saber icon with wings. Anyway, let's go to Arras to get some fries.

Chapter 19 I love my sister the most

As a recognized small animal breeder in Haneda, Ichinose Sakuya came to the astronomy department room to clock in as usual today. After finishing the homework at hand, she habitually reviewed the messy small room. She took out two Disney co-branded wet wipes of the same style as the customer service S, which she bought at a huge cost of 100 yuan, and carefully wiped off the remaining stains.

I took out the plastic-like light pink cleaning tool kit I borrowed from my teacher and carefully cleaned the dust on the floor.

"Xiao Deng, lift your feet."

Master Gao Song Deng was carefully cleaning the irregular stones that had just been unearthed from the courtyard of the academy. These precious samples had long been washed clean by the water pipe, but there was still some dust and dirt stubbornly hidden in the gaps. Hearing this, Master Deng put down the wiping cloth and the half-cleaned stone very obediently, raised his hands high above his head, and tried his best to make his two little feet perpendicular to his body, outlining a lovely right angle.

"You don't have to lift it that high."

He quickly cleaned the floor of the office, put away all the tool sets, reopened the door of the Astronomy Department, and happened to meet Takamatsu Deng's lively eyes.

Honestly speaking, after coming to Tokyo and meeting all kinds of beautiful girls, including the Nagasaki vegetarian, Wakaba Mutsuhara, Toyokawa the little hedgehog, and the melancholy form of Takamatsu Tomori, this was the first time that Sakuya had a feeling for serious high school girls.

At first glance, you will not be amazed, but will be puzzled by her various actions that make people puzzled. But after getting along for a long time, you can feel the cuteness everywhere. The face will age, but the temperament will be refined by time. Maybe one day in the future, with white hair and loose teeth that can hardly sing a full tune, Gao Songdeng's eyes will still not change, and you can still see the agility that has never been lost.

"Xiao Deng is so cute today." Sakuya smiled and moved closer.

"Well...Sakuya too," the little animal replied.

After stroking Takamatsu Deng's not-so-long gray hair and straightening it, Sakuya picked up the exercise books neatly arranged on the table.

After putting the last textbook into the backpack, I suddenly thought of my plans for tomorrow and turned to the lamp and said:

"Xiao Deng, I may not come to the Astronomy Department for a few days after school next week."

"Are you going to accompany Xiaoxiang?" Deng asked timidly.

"No, no, no, that's not it. I just want to go to Ring and take a look. After all, school has only started for two weeks. It seems that my classmates are forming a band, and I kind of want to play the bass too." Ms. Sakuya waved her hands repeatedly, and for some reason her tone sounded a little guilty.

"Band...?" The little animal looked a little lost.

"Not really, band aid? I think so. After all, no one knows if there will be any emergencies. If you join a fixed band, the time arrangement will not be so flexible." Pointing at her chin, the brown-haired girl tilted her head and responded thoughtfully.

With her sister's experience as a negative example, Sakuya doesn't dare to join a band casually now.

In my mind, Tokyo's student bands have become synonymous with the devil's den; joining the band is like signing an indenture!

Sakuya-san, who only wanted to play the bass, had no desire to take responsibility.

It turns out that I should try being a supporting musician first, and then decide whether to join the band after comparing prices.

I just want to play bass, I don't care about the band or anything.

"Sakuya, you're quite proactive."

He showed a puzzled smile, and what Xiao Deng said was really hard to understand.

"By the way, this one is for Sakiya. It's... shaped like a chick." Deng held up the small stone that had been wiped clean with both hands. The sharp edges had also been carefully polished smooth.

Even though it was impossible to tell that it was a chicken, Sakuya happily accepted it anyway.

"Eh? Thank you, Xiao Deng. I will keep it well."

She stuffed the egg-like round stone into her bag and said goodbye to Xiao Deng. Ms. Sakuya had already started thinking about what size gift box to order to store the egg. After all, it was the first gift she received since arriving in Tokyo, so it was very memorable.

This unexpected little happiness accompanied Sakuya all the way until the moment he opened the door to his home...

"Sister, I'm back~ What's for dinner today?"

He changed into his own blue little whale and walked to the kitchen in two or three steps.

Nagasaki Motoyo was wearing a plain white apron with a high saturation. Because of cooking, her long flaxen hair was tied up with a hair tie like her sister. The strange feeling of looking in the mirror just emerged in her heart, but was completely destroyed by her sister's next words, and Sakuya's good mood today was also destroyed.