People in Tokyo, the world is clear

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But he still didn't say a word of giving up.

He shook his head, still silent.

Try it first. If you sentence yourself to death without even having the courage to try, then you are not Lin Sen.

He had failed twice while standing on the highest stage, but he still couldn't defeat the person who made the third attempt.

"Dude is still pretty good."

I was just about to continue praising myself, but unfortunately my plan was interrupted by a familiar figure.

The self-boasting deep in my heart was forced to stop.

His face showed a dazed expression.

Lin Sen stood there without blinking.

A bar that hadn't even opened yet popped up next to me. Colorful light bulbs lined the entrance, creating a trendy font.

It was clearly not an ordinary city day.

Instead, melt into Tokyo's nightlife like an ice cube dropped into a drink.

At this time of year, it should not attract anyone's attention.

However, there is one more element.

The young man stared at the back of a figure standing in front of him at the door of the store.

Carrying a guitar behind him.

I couldn't see his face. He seemed to be staring at the faintly visible notice on the closed iron door:

[Recruiting resident singers]

she is...

"Qingshan?"

Chapter 42: The Three Cats Army's Sneak Attack

If it weren't for the familiar guitar on her back, Lin Sen almost didn't recognize the girl.

Today her style and appearance have changed quite a lot.

Normally, she would have tied her hair into a neat ponytail and had her usual enthusiasm on her face.

Maybe there will still be that very common smile.

But today is different.

A large hood covered his head, and judging by his overall shape, he looked like he had loose hair.

It seems to be standing there motionless, and its expression cannot be seen from the current angle.

This is very rare.

I planned to go up and have a conversation with him by casually saying hello, but after taking a few steps, I realized that the other person didn't seem to hear what I said at all.

I did see clearly the specific requirements under the big words "recruitment".

[Excellent image and good temperament.]

[If you are interested, please visit the store between 12:00 PM and 2:00 PM for consultation.]

Gradually I recalled the fact that the girl knew how to play musical instruments.

"It looks like the design was specially modified according to the recruitment requirements?"

"I'm thinking about a new part-time job."

Based on her identity as a migrant worker, I quickly made my guess.

I wasn't close enough to this girl to initiate a conversation. Besides, we were going to see each other again tonight, so since she hadn't noticed our chance encounter, that was fine.

So, after just staring at the figure for a few seconds, Lin Sen turned and left.

When it was night, as expected, I met the normal form without the special skin version.

"Good evening, Kobayashi-san~"

"good evening."

"I brought Calbee. Hold out your hands!"

"strong."

He took off his gloves and reached out to catch the small crispy snacks that poured out of the bag, then watched her run to the boss's two brothers to distribute them.

In Japanese society, people are very wary of strangers, which is manifested in the clear etiquette and interpersonal boundaries between strangers.

The first creed is not to take advantage of others and not to cause trouble.

But once you get to know each other well, it becomes a completely different story.

It was during this two-week process of getting to know each other that Lin Sen discovered that one of his colleagues named Qingshan Xiazhi seemed to have a unique skill.

She really knows how to chat.

Zuo Neng and the store managers, the Kawahara brothers, chatted about stock trends, discussed housing prices in various regions of Tokyo, and even evaluated which Rakugo actor had the most exciting jokes.

You Neng gossiped with the aunt in the store about some boring life trivia, listened to her talk about the intrigues among relatives with a smile, and even helped her youngest son who was in high school to choose an ideal school.

A girl with great eyesight. I could tell from the way she quietly observed me on the first day we met.

Obviously, he is a child who has become the head of the family early.

He's a very good person. Although he's sometimes late because he's too busy, he always brings snacks to share with everyone.

As a result, the Kawahara brothers always had a good opinion of her and never cared about her occasional lateness.

This way of survival is probably the reason why she is doing better than most of her peers despite having a low level of education in Tokyo.

No one would dislike such a person who can get along with everyone.

After a long while of sharp comments, he was still chewing the snacks she brought with great relish.

Then the person being commented on threw a small bag of French fries to the three brothers.

"Boss is generous, and the boss is in good health."

Taking advantage of the free time when all the customers had been served, the girl leaned against the sink on the same side of Lin Sen, crossed her arms and turned to look at him.

Blinking curious eyes.

"I feel like Kobayashi-san hasn't been talking much lately, and he seems to be in a daze when he's not busy."

He narrowed his eyes again and forced out a slightly teasing joking tone.

"Are you in love?"

Lin Sen subconsciously flashed through his mind a face that was becoming more and more adorable in his memory, but it was quickly swept away by rational emotions.

It finally turned into a calm head-shake denial.

"No. I recently found something that requires my attention."

I spent a lot of time on literary creation during the day, so my mental state at night was naturally more lazy.

This is normal.

But it seemed to have aroused someone's interest.

The girl with the ponytail was startled at first. Then she cast a subtle gaze over him, glancing at his cheek and mouth before moving away, observing his expression to see if it was normal.

Then he turned his head away and asked in a casual tone.

"Is it related to the dream Kobayashi-san talked about last time?"

"what."

It looks like someone is connecting the dots from a conversation that took place a long time ago.

Sure enough, the basic requirement for master-level chatting skills is excellent memory.

"It's true, if you insist. Thinking about the future being confusing and uncertain, it's better to take action."

"so."

"Ah."

I was wondering what questions I would be asked next, but out of the corner of my eye I saw the girl take a deep breath.

"That's great. Kobayashi-san is also starting to chase after me."

"."

So the character of this girl is becoming more and more distorted.

Okay.

I simply didn't bother explaining anything and just let the other person imagine what was going on, which was a perfect way to pass the time chatting away.

Go home home.

Somehow, I get excited when I think about this.

The new apartment is located closer to Dragon Tiger House.

I got home earlier than the girl next door today.

I thought I would be able to wait for her to come back to the room soon, but something seemed to go wrong today.

After taking a shower, I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, and an hour passed in a daze.

He stood up again and put on his clothes again.

"what happened."

I went out for a stroll, walked around the corridor twice, staring at the night road outside, but I didn't see anyone.

"Did you encounter an accident?"

A mixture of irritability and worry.

As I was pacing back and forth, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that there was a small crack in the room on the side.