My love is abyss mode

Chapter 19 Cat, Bookstore and Senior
The autumn sky is vast and deep, a deep blue, without a trace of clouds.

Kuronuma Ya and Shirakawa Momo walked side by side across the intersection where the green light was on. In the shadows beside the wall, a calico cat wandering nearby was strolling gracefully.

"I didn't expect you to eat the breakfast I bought." Kuronuma Yama poked Shirakawa Momo's arm with his elbow.

In his memory, Shirakawa Momo was a person who would never accept other people's kindness. Not only that, she would also attack others with harsh words.

When I was in the same class with her before transferring to another school, the responsible class monitor once cared about the gauze that inexplicably appeared on Shirakawa Momo's face.

As a result, she asked, "Do you want to be gentle to the poor people and establish yourself as a good person?" and directly labeled the other party as "disgusting" and "hypocritical."

"Don't touch me, disgusting."

Shirakawa Momo reached out and patted the part of the white sweatshirt sleeve he had just touched, turned her head away, and said impatiently: "This job was recommended by my friend. Do you think easy jobs are everywhere?"

In short, Black Marsh Fang benefited from her, so buying breakfast to repay her was the right thing to do.

"Thank you."

Kuronuma Kiba thanked her with a smile and reached out to touch her short black hair. Shirakawa Momo angrily slapped his hand away in mid-air, glared at her fiercely, and quickened her pace towards the tram stop.

Seeing that she had no interest in chatting, Kuronuma Ya quietly admired Shirakawa Momo's delicate profile.

Her skin was cold white and as delicate as porcelain, her short black hair revealed the delicate outline of her ears, the sunlight flowed in her golden eyes, her pink lips were thin, like an exquisite doll.

The only thing that moves when he glances at someone is his eyelids, which is also very similar. Unfortunately, the corners of his mouth are always turned down, making him look like an unhappy doll.

Leaving the autumn sunshine, I stepped into the shadow of the tram station. As I passed through the ticket gate, the tram just arrived at the station and the door opened with a "whoosh".

After getting on the tram, Kuronuma Fang sat on the edge of the bench and started a conversation out of boredom: "I didn't expect you had any friends."

"Heh." Shirakawa Tao sat next to him, one seat away, and sneered with ambiguous meaning.

"What exactly does the job entail?" Hei Nuya asked with a shrug.

"You're in charge of the cashier."

"how about you?"

"Get familiar with each area of ​​the bookstore, remember the arrangement of the bookshelves, and put the books that customers have placed in a mess back to their original places." Shirakawa Tao crossed her arms over her chest, closed her eyes, and explained impatiently.

The interlaced light and shadows made her cold posture seem particularly distant.

"It sounds easy. 800 yen an hour." Kuronuma Kiba looked sideways at the streets of Tokyo passing by through the car window behind her.

Not only is the work easy, it also sounds a bit redundant.

"I work long hours, going to work every night after school. Finding a book accurately is a necessary skill for a shop assistant."

"That's great." Hei Nuya was a little unhappy, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his drawn-out tone.

He suspected that Shirakawa Tao's friends had bad intentions towards her, and hoped that she would stay away from her treacherous friends - it was normal for people to have some possessiveness and desire for control.

"If you want to come too, I can ask her if she still needs a long-term part-time clerk." Shirakawa Tao opened her eyes slightly and glanced at him with disdain, with a barely perceptible smile hidden in her golden eyes.

As she said this, her figure seemed to move much closer, and the distance between them did not seem far away.

"No need, I've found a long-term part-time job." Hei Zanya withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes to rest, imitating her.

Since she was talking about "her", she might as well work hard in Shibuya. The hourly wage for the same easy job is higher than the price of a discounted bento.

Shirakawa-san is so cute.

The train stopped and started, and soon arrived at Shinjuku Station. The two got off the train together and went to the bookstore where they worked part-time.

The streets of Shinjuku are crowded with people on weekends, and beautiful sisters in bold clothes and dolls handing out flyers can be seen everywhere.

Shirakawa Momo walked ahead, leading him through two intersections. When they found the blue sign for Hatsukano Bookstore, she turned around and asked, "Where's the cheapest place to eat?"

"Fast food restaurant, Yoshinoya or McDonald's." Kuronuma Kiba looked up at the building where the bookstore was located. It was a stand-alone three-story building in the bustling area of ​​Shinjuku, but it was only used as a bookstore. Shirakawa Momo's friends must be very rich.

Those two chestnuts must have been from when she went to visit a rich friend last night. The friend treated her to chestnuts as a snack, and she deliberately took two and secretly put them in her pocket.

"I recommend McDonald's. By the way, didn't you bring your own lunch?" Hei Nuoya looked down at her and asked in surprise.

In the past, during lunch break, she always ate her pitiful lunch box alone in the classroom - just a small portion of rice and a lot of cheap vegetables, with almost no meat.

"A bento that's been frozen and not heated up is just as unpleasant to eat as the one you have to clean up afterwards. It's neither soft nor hard." Shirakawa Momo's beautiful eyes cast an indifferent glance, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, creating a mocking arc.

Hearing this, Hei Zan Ya clenched his fists instantly and his face darkened.

"Shirakawa-san, you're really not cute at all." He said each word through gritted teeth.

What happened to Sage Time!!!
"Stop dawdling and let's go." Shirakawa Momo proudly lifted the short hair by her ear with her hand, and pushed the door and walked into the bookstore as if nothing had happened. Kuronuma Kiba followed her, racking his brains but couldn't think of how to taunt her back so naturally.

After entering the bookstore and explaining their purpose, the quiet and bespectacled store manager warmly welcomed them. With Momo Shirakawa's friends taking care of them, their work was indeed so easy that it seemed redundant.

The bookstore has three floors, which are roughly divided into literature area, textbook area, and reference book area. None of this has anything to do with the two of them.

Kuronuma Kiba is in charge of the cashier at the cashier counter on the first floor. He can use POS machines and cash registers, and his most difficult job is to return customers' change; Shirakawa Momo is also in charge of the first floor. Her job is to wander around, and she can rest on the chair at the cashier counter when she is tired.

There are few customers in the bookstore, but there are three cashier counters and the work is very leisurely.

The only trouble for Heinuma Ya is that the female clerks in charge of the other two cash registers always come to chat with him, and their figures are very eye-catching.

Compared to them, Shirakawa Momo was simply unremarkable, like the difference between the 3776-meter Mount Fuji and the Nobi Plain, which is less than 50 meters above sea level - he decided to use this metaphor to fight back next time.

At noon, the store employees take turns going out for lunch.

Seeing that Shirakawa Momo was still busy memorizing the location of the bookshelf, Kuronuma Kiba asked the two older sisters to go have lunch first and stay and wait for her to go to McDonald's together.

At this moment, a rather strange customer stood in front of him across the cash register.

"Bill, please."

Several comic books fell on the cashier's table, each with a red 18R sticker on the shoulder.

Kuronuma Ya looked up and down at the customer in front of him. His face was completely covered by a black baseball cap, black sunglasses and a white mask, but his long purple ponytail and his right hand in a plaster on his chest were very eye-catching.

"Senior Yuanshan, I'm very sorry. I can't sell these comic books to you." He narrowed his eyes slightly and raised a polite smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You've got the wrong person." Toyama Chitose said in a pinched voice.

"You're still wearing the clothes you wore from that night's street performance."

"You got the wrong person."

"Please show your identification and take off your mask and sunglasses. I need to confirm your identity for registration." Seeing that she refused to admit it, Hei Nuya verified her age according to the procedure.

"No, thank you."

After failing to buy comics, Chitose Toyama lowered the brim of his hat, turned around and quickly fled the bookstore, demonstrating his guilty conscience with his actions.

The senior is also very cute.

Kuronuma Ya thought to himself, picked up the comic, and was about to find out about Chitose Toyama's taste, but a cold gaze shot from the side, and he felt a dangerous feeling as if being stared at by a wild beast in a dark forest.

Turning his head, he saw that Shirakawa Tao had been standing beside him with an expressionless face. Her delicate face was covered with a layer of shadow, which gave off a hint of bitterness and hatred.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, stay away from that sinister and sinister woman."

Leaving a warning, she snatched the comic from Kuronuma Ya's hand, snorted, and left without looking back to put the book back where it belonged.

(End of this chapter)