Love Healing Manual

Chapter 6 Being trained as a dog is also a blessing

Lin Ze, as if he had acquired a novel toy, experimented with his new skill time and time again.

He first discovered that this beginner-level skill could only memorize a maximum of five pages. If he exceeded that, the effect would be greatly reduced, and he would stumble over the later content.

Another thing he was curious about was how long this method of shorthand could be maintained.

Generally speaking, it is normal to remember 7% of what you memorized the night before, and it is normal to forget only 2% or 3% after another 3 to 5 days.

Although the skill is called "photographic memory," if it really means that once you memorize something, you'll never forget it, that would be too powerful. He could go on a Japanese variety show called "Memory Master," or just find any science program to answer questions and win prizes.

After trying it for a while.

Lin Ze was quite satisfied and closed the heavy book.

He decided to get up half an hour earlier tomorrow morning to review the material, so that what he had memorized tonight would be firmly imprinted in his mind.

"Ah, if only I had this skill when I was in high school..." Lin Ze sighed.

Even those who are reborn possess an innate drive for diligent learning and a precocious intellectual advantage.

Even now, when Lin Ze looks back, his time studying in the senior year of high school remains an incredibly dark period. He put in countless efforts to maintain Minglan Middle School's top-three ranking.

Persisting day and night.

Only then did I receive an acceptance letter from the University of Tokyo.

For the children of restaurant owners, getting used to late meals is a must. Usually, they will only cook something simple to eat after Lin Yuning has finished get off work and cleaned up the shop.

It's usually Chinese cuisine, which suits Lin Yuning's taste.

Due to his heavy coursework, Lin Ze didn't think about things too much in terms of the system. He already had a plan for the future: to get into the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Tokyo, successfully obtain his undergraduate degree and medical license, then further his studies through the doctoral program, and finally enter one of the top three hospitals in Tokyo.

Become a winner in life with a high salary, high knowledge, and high status.

The existence of the system undoubtedly helps him achieve this step faster, but it cannot change these established plans.

I stood up slightly and stretched my neck and limbs.

Lin Ze returned to his desk and began to complete the homework assigned by his tutor in class that day.

For a while.

The only sound inside was the soft rustling of a pen being written.

……

Meanwhile, at the intersection of the Chiyoda Line and Tokyo Electric Manufacturing Company Road, in a large residential area.

A one-bedroom apartment on the 17th floor of a certain building.

The dim light of the table lamp illuminated a narrow corner next to the wooden bed.

Kitagawa Ayane was wearing short hot pants and a spaghetti strap nightgown. Her long, alabaster legs peeked out from under the low table. She slightly bent one leg and rubbed her sore foot.

He flipped through a thick stack of collected materials with one hand, which were covered with dense notes.

After a long day of work without a break, she bought rice balls and ran all the way to the Chiyoda Line to take the subway back to her cramped but warm rented apartment.

Kaoru will be arriving soon, and I'll be sleeping with her that night, so Kitagawa Ayane can only seize the last bit of time to memorize her notes.

Otherwise, we'll wait for them to come over.

It's impossible to concentrate on studying now—after all, I'm with my best friend.

Kaoru Murayama is a real chatterbox, always having endless topics and gossip to talk about.

Observe carefully.

Kitagawa Ayane's rented one-bedroom apartment was indeed pitifully small, only 20 square meters in size. There was barely any space left to accommodate a bed and a place for her to study.

It was very clean, but it didn't quite look like a girl's room.

There were only a few dolls on the bed, and the sheets, duvet cover and pillows were off-white with cartoon rabbit patterns. The curtains were made of blackout fabric.

Behind the curtains was a simple clothes rack, with everyday clothes and a few clean, plain clothes hanging on it.

The walls were not decorated.

On the other side of the room.

The kitchen, bathroom, and toilet are all in one place. You can close the toilet seat and pull out the top fixtures to cook simple things, like noodles.

Especially the ceiling of a one-bedroom apartment, it feels like it's pressing down on your head.

However, the rent for such a cramped little room is 6 yen per month.

It's no wonder that Kitagawa Ayane works so hard every day, even taking on part-time jobs at maid cafes just to earn a little more money. Given her impoverished family background, the burden of studying in Tokyo is simply too great, even with the university providing a monthly housing allowance of 3 yen for graduate students.

Tokyo is home to countless young people like her who are striving for success, or office workers struggling in the workplace. Everyone wants to stay in Tokyo, so they grit their teeth and persevere no matter how tough it gets.

Ding-dong-

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Kitagawa Ayane lifted her face, put on her slippers, called out "Coming," and then saw the girl outside the door through the peephole.

"Xiao Xun!" She opened the door.

"Ayane-chan~" As soon as she entered, Kaoru Murayama, carrying two bags, rushed in and hugged her.

He nuzzled her cheek affectionately, greedily inhaling her scent.

"Ayane still smells so good. My parents are both on night shift tonight, so I can finally come over and sleep with you. It's such a night I've been looking forward to."

Kitagawa Ayane simply smiled at her enthusiastic and affectionate gestures. The two had a very good relationship; they were close friends who could talk about anything, and both were students at the University of Tokyo.

Kaoru Murayama, wearing a dark blue shirt, a pleated skirt, and black pantyhose, took off her shoes and unceremoniously pounced on Ayane's bed.

"Oh right, I bought some ingredients. We can make a sukiyaki later."

"I just bought some rice balls that I haven't eaten yet."

"Then I'll have to trouble Ayane."

"How could that be? You bought so much food, how could the two of us possibly finish it all?"

“I’ll buy it if I see it,” Kaoru Murayama said, her legs, clad in black stockings, swaying lightly. “It’s not that much, Ayane-chan, you’re exaggerating.”

The two bags were stuffed with ingredients such as thinly sliced ​​beef, shiitake mushrooms, rice cakes, and tofu.

Kaoru Murayama comes from a wealthy family. Her father is a local official and her mother works in a public institution. She is much richer than Ayane Kitagawa and can buy whatever she wants without batting an eye.

Of course, it won't be too extravagant or wasteful.

The two were chatting.

Seeing the thick stack of documents on the table, Kaoru Murayama picked them up and took a look out of curiosity.

"Ayane, are you memorizing these materials again? Weren't you planning to skip the international economic seminar?"

"Hmm?" Kitagawa Ayane turned around, paused for a moment, and said, "I've thought about it, and I still have to go. It's quite important to me."

"It's just a routine meeting, nothing special, and it takes several days to get to another city. Your health..."

“I’m fine,” Kitagawa Ayane said hurriedly. “Kaoru, look, I’ve resumed my normal studies and part-time job, and I’m in great shape.”

"Really?" Kaoru Murayama's eyes were full of doubt; he didn't trust her words.

As Kitagawa Ayane's closest person, she witnessed firsthand the exaggerated state she was in a few months ago.

When Ayane's illness was at its worst, she couldn't distinguish between hallucinations and reality. She was extremely agitated, like someone with rabies, with bloodshot eyes and uncontrollable trembling. In the end, she foamed at the mouth and convulsed.

Fortunately, Kaoru Murayama took her to the hospital in time.

Kitagawa Ayane was ruthless enough. Fearing that excessive medication would affect her studies and daily life, she forcibly controlled her body and tied herself up. If Murayama Kaoru hadn't come to find her the next morning, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Why would I lie to you?" Kitagawa Ayane said casually, shrugging her shoulders. "That junior's method is quite effective. I now know my illness cycle. I just need to take some protective measures before the cycle and release the anxiety in my heart. Otherwise, I'm just like a normal person."

As she spoke, she waved her arm, the gleaming silver blade of the knife she used for cutting vegetables flashing.

"I am very healthy."

"Stop, stop, stop -"

Kaoru Murayama made a pause gesture with both hands, as if afraid that the kitchen knife in her hand would fly out.

"Okay, the vegetables are ready."

"But that junior's method is really too strange. Although the academic name is 'behavioral intervention,' isn't it basically just training you like a dog?"

Kitagawa Ayane was startled when she heard those words.

The scene from the equipment room that afternoon flashed through her mind again.

The girl playing the role of a dog shamelessly raised her face, squinted her eyes, and begged for a head rub and a tickle. After getting what she wanted, she happily circled around the other person's chair, and even... had the urge to stick out her soft tongue and lick the other person.

Kitagawa Ayane shuddered and shook her head vigorously.

"No, no, no, it's just normal medical treatment. Special illnesses require special methods. It's not dog training. Xiaoxun, your statement is far too exaggerated."

"Huh? Was I overthinking it?"

“Without a doubt.” Kitagawa Ayane nodded vigorously.

"However, when I saw that junior last time, he seemed nice. Even if he treated me like a dog, it should be a happy thing."

"Huh??? What are you saying?!"

Regarding what Kaoru Murayama said naturally.

Ayane's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Is it strange?" Kaoru Murayama tilted her head and said matter-of-factly, "Junior Lin Ze is quite famous at the University of Tokyo. I often see candid photos of him on Instagram. Ayane, have you never realized his attractive appearance?"

Following her words.

Kitagawa Ayane recalled for a moment.

Because she's been in such a bad state lately, and because the meetings have always been in such strange ways, she's hardly ever really looked at the other person properly.

In other words.

In fact, Lin Ze was a vague figure in his eyes. He was tall and spoke very calmly, unlike other Japanese male classmates.

"Girls would feel like they're getting the better deal if they slept with a guy like that."

Once again, Kaoru Murayama never fails to make a shocking statement.

thump—

A muffled thud.

Kitagawa Ayane, who was holding a pot in both hands and preparing to turn around, bumped into the wall.

“Ouch… hiss—” She frowned.

(End of this chapter)