My love is abyss mode

Chapter 13: A sincere friend, a sincere friend who is as foolish as a fool

Kuronuma Kiba was very touched that his best friend transferred to this school to accompany him, but he just thought it was stupid that his best friend was completely bewitched by the hot girl and fell into the arms of beauty.

For the entire day, during every break and lunch break, Aizawa Tora was hanging out with that bad chick, completely forgetting why he had transferred schools.

The last class in the afternoon was English. As soon as the bald male teacher announced the end of get out of class, the hot girl who had changed seats immediately ran to Aizawa Tora and enthusiastically invited him to go to KTV together in the evening.

Aizawa Tiger chatted with her with a silly smile and an obsessed expression on his face.

This idiot has completely fallen into the devil's trap.

Heinuma closed the window, took out a stack of love letters he had already read from the hole in the desk, stood up from his seat, walked towards the back door of the classroom, and when he passed by the trash can, he threw the love letters he had finished reading into it.

"Ahu, follow me."

"coming!"

Aizawa Tora shouted, turned around and rejected the hot girl's invitation to a party in the evening, and quickly caught up with her from behind, with a hint of reluctance on his face.

"Mr. Komura has a really nice personality." Thinking of the purpose of transferring here, he touched his head awkwardly.

"This college requires compulsory club membership. Will you still join the track and field club?" Kuronuma Ya asked casually.

"That's right, I was destined to win the gold medal since I was born!"

Aizawa Tora raised his hand imposingly and clenched his fist in front of his eyes. Suddenly, he changed his tone and turned to look at him, his eyes full of confusion: "Mr. Komura told me that you gave up kendo."

"You should understand how the four teammates felt when they chose to surrender." Black Marsh Fang raised his hand and rubbed his temple lightly, sighing helplessly.

When it comes to kendo, he gets a headache, as if someone is twisting his head with pliers.

At the Yulongqi Kendo Tournament in August, he wanted to add color to his student resume, but under the temptation of a large sum of money, four of his teammates surrendered one after another, and he did not have the ability to fight one against five in the "death match" rules, so he could only accept 50 yen in the end.

This is the same as encountering actors or stupid guys in MOBA games. If four people surrender, the system will determine the defeat.

That deep feeling of powerlessness is really annoying.

"I understand. Those hypocritical guys in Kyoto are really hateful."

Aizawa Tora patted his shoulder to comfort him, and smiled broadly: "Come with me to the track and field club. As long as you run fast enough, you can win."

It seems that he has not been persuaded by the hot girl, otherwise he would definitely persuade himself to re-enter the kendo club.

Shinkai Shiona is really scary - Kuronuma Kiba looked back at the corridor. Shinkai Shiona didn't follow him. She might be busy getting information from the hot girl classmate.

"I'm not interested in sports that only focus on physical fitness." He shrugged, looking uninterested.

"You arrogant fellow, if you have the guts, catch up with me on the track and field!"

"I don't like men."

The two chatted as they went downstairs and opened the shoe cabinet. Next to the sneakers, a stack of love letters appeared, like colorful butterflies falling into the shoe cabinet.

"Hey, Ya, you guy!" Aizawa Tora, who had changed his shoes and ran over, saw the love letters piled up in the shoe cabinet. His eyes widened and he was indescribably envious.

"Don't you have a hot girl?" Hei Nuya took out his outdoor shoes and changed into them, then put his indoor shoes in with the toes facing outwards, and left the love letter for tomorrow morning.

"I've seen a lot of guys who are after my family's background." Xiangze Hu put his hands behind his head, his nose turned up, and snorted disapprovingly.

Seeing him sneer at the hot girl, Kuronuma Ya showed a helpless smile, closed the shoe cabinet door, raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "You transferred here, is it okay?"

"It's okay. My dad just wanted me to go to school in his area. It's more convenient."

Aizawa Torano's father is the chief of police station, holding the rank of Superintendent of Police, a powerful figure in a high position of power.

"This morning, he also told me that there are many people with strong backgrounds in this college."

"Maybe." Kuronuma Ya closed the shoe cabinet and walked out of the teaching building. Private Qinglan Academy was a more aristocratic institution. Besides top students like Kuronuma Ya who got in through excellent grades, there were also many who got in through connections.

"Love letter, don't you want to read it?" asked Aizawa Tora.

"I don't have the time, money or energy for a relationship. Besides, I'm not a virgin anymore."

"what?!!!"

Seeing him open his mouth in shock, petrified on the spot, Black Marsh Fang waved goodbye to him and said, "Hurry up and go to the track and field club. I have to go to work later."

"Hey! You bastard, don't run! Explain yourself clearly!"

Aizawa Tora caught up with him from behind, and after a fight, the two separated at the edge of the playground.

Kuronuma Ya didn't tell him about Shirakawa Momo, so this secret could only rot in his heart.

The sun slowly sank behind the tall buildings, dyeing the lower half of the sky orange-red, while the upper half could not wait to turn purple.

When the bell rang, indicating "you can leave school", Kuronuma Kiba walked out of the gate of Private Seiran Academy on time, took the train to Shibuya, and went to work at the store introduced by senior Toyama.

I easily turned the doorknob, pushed the door open and walked into the store, and a leisurely voice came.

"Hey, Kuronuma-kun, you're here."

Kuronuma Kiba looked at the cashier counter where the voice came from. Nakamura Masayuki was lying on a rattan chair woven with bamboo and rattan, raising his hand to greet him.

"Good evening, Mr. Nakamura." Kuronuma Kiba quietly closed the shop door with his backhand and looked around the store.

The walls are lined with display cabinets, and all kinds of never-before-seen goods are stored separately in glass cabinets. On the shelves behind the cash register, colorful boxed umbrellas are neatly lined up.

"The job is simple. When a customer comes into the store, they choose the items in the glass case themselves. You just scan the barcode and collect the price displayed on the cash register. It's no different from a part-time job at a convenience store."

Masayuki Nakamura got up from the recliner and opened the cash box at the bottom of the cash register. There were a lot of coins of various denominations.

"There's just one thing to note: we only accept cash," he emphasized.

“It’s an easy job.”

Hei Zanya walked into the cashier counter, clicked on the screen, and quickly mastered the operation of the cashier system.

As for the fact that "only cash is accepted", he didn't find it strange at all - Nakamura Masayuki was marrying into the family, and this store might be a channel for him to store his private money.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you without any worries."

Masayuki Nakamura took the motorcycle helmet on the cash register table, picked up the cardboard box prepared in advance on the ground, and walked out of the store: "You don't need to come on Saturdays and weekends. Business is very busy on those two days. I hired professional delivery riders.

Come on, young man! "

Hei Numafang didn't think that this job was worth working hard for and didn't need words of encouragement like "come on".

Perhaps because of the remote location or the high price, from the time Nakamura Masayuki went out to deliver goods to the time he returned on his motorcycle at 10 o'clock in the evening, only a few customers came to his door.

The job paid well, was easy enough, and was pretty boring.

Sitting on the train returning to Edogawa District, Kuronuma Kiba gazed at the passing night view of Tokyo and decided to bring a book to the store to read tomorrow, otherwise he would have to waste time watching short videos or playing single-player games.

Neon books are very expensive. He took out his mobile phone, opened LINE, and found Aizawa Tora's chat box from the dense red dots.

[Kuronuma: Lend me a book tomorrow. Do you have any classics?]
The two will not violate each other's boundaries, but there is no need for politeness in their relationship.

A few minutes later, I received a reply.

[Aizawa: (photo) (photo) (photo)]
[Kuronuma: "About the time when my neighboring angel raised me into a useless person"]
Light novels are better though.

(End of this chapter)