tokyo soulful legend

Chapter 2
After nightfall, there was a drizzle in the Bunkyo District. The rain was cold, and the huge advertising light boards in the distance were still emitting strong light in the night. The distance between blocks was gradually elongated by the rain, and the shallow rain seemed to support Another world opened up.

After coming out of the subway station, Kitagawa Che opened a black umbrella and walked on the way home.

Fine raindrops continued to hit the umbrella surface, making a dense clicking sound.

The residential area in Bunkyo District is not too far from the subway station, and thanks to this, his walking time home will not be too long.

And just like the famous movie line said, life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what the next one will taste like.

Beichuan Che, no, I should say Chen Che, is not an aborigine of this world.

Like most of the lucky ones in the novels he has read, half a month ago, due to an accident, he came to this world that was somewhat different from what he remembered.

This world is basically the same economically and politically as the one before he traveled, and the world structure has not changed much. Only in terms of culture, it is as if the pause button has been pressed abruptly, and it still remains at the same level. A fairly early version, it is a lag among lags.

Most of the well-known novels, classic music, and even movies in his memory have disappeared, and so have their authors, as if they never existed at all.

According to the memories Chen Che read, the original owner of this body, Beichuan Che, had a pretty good family condition—at least it used to be very good. In a place where every inch of land is precious in Tokyo, their family has a rather large house. manor.

Six months ago, due to a tragic traffic accident, the parents of the original owner of this body passed away.

After the funeral, what followed was not the concerns of relatives, but a court summons and a huge debt that could be called an astronomical figure.

The estate and most of its assets were sold to pay off debts.

Ever since the Beichuan couple passed away, Beichuan Che has been stimulated. His once excellent grades have plummeted, and his personality has become surly and withdrawn.

Fortunately, at the end of his junior high school graduation, Beichuan Che suddenly realized the importance of his studies. He ate his money and gritted his teeth, and was admitted to a fairly good public high school, Baichuan High School.

However, the pressure of life finally overwhelmed him.

One night half a month ago, Beichuan Che committed suicide.

It was at that time that Chen Che came to this world.

The good news is that Soul Transmits Tokyo, but the bad news is that there is only [-] yen left in the account, which is not even enough for this month's meals for him and the girl who claims to be his valet.

The only thing that can be said to be good news is that after the chicken feathers on the ground, the rest of the house was built one by one.

As for the other good news, that is, the light blue panel that appeared in front of him from unknown time.

Through these days of experiments, he had a preliminary understanding of this light blue panel.

Whenever he takes an action that conforms to certain rules, the corresponding experience value will start to accumulate on the light blue panel. When the experience value accumulates to a certain level, the corresponding skill and skill level will appear.

In a sense, this thing fits the Fenglingyueying modifier in his impression, but compared to the latter, his 'modifier' is obviously the youth version.

In addition to being quite unpredictable in terms of trigger conditions, this thing even has an independent fatigue value system, and there is only a fixed amount of fatigue value every day.

When the light blue panel turns yellow, it means that the fatigue value for the day has been exhausted. Even if he wants to perform the corresponding behavior of accumulating experience points, he will no longer be able to obtain experience points and must wait for the fatigue value the next day. Only when the value is restored can you accumulate experience points again.

Writing (lv.7) is what he worked hard during this time.

As for Bowen's strong memorization skill, he guessed it was related to the content he copied.

But then again, there is no rush to study this learning panel.

Right now, other than the learning panel, there are more important things waiting for him.

call.

Bei Chuan Che took a deep breath, came back to his senses, looked at the modern building located in the residential area that was approaching in front of him, and quickened his pace.

Based on what he knew about the girl who claimed to be his valet, she should be watching TV right now.

Entering the courtyard gate, Beichuan Che didn't even have time to take the key out of his pocket, and the closed door was opened.

Along with the cold light pouring outward, a slender female figure came into his eyes.

She has short hair and no makeup, but her neutral and beautiful face is delicate enough.

The white turtleneck sweater covered most of the girl's body, but slim-fit clothes have always been like that. She never kept her hands where she could modify her figure. Her chest was bulging. Under the slender waist and flat belly is a pair of simple home casual pants, and a pair of pale pink plush slippers with rabbit ears are on the feet.

"Welcome home, master."

Ejima Miao bent down, and took out a pair of blue plush slippers from the shoe cabinet with ease, then lowered her eyebrows, put the slippers in front of Beichuan Che, then raised her eyebrows, and carefully confirmed his After she didn't get any rain on her body, she stepped aside with confidence.

The whole movement is gentle and gentle, like a wife who loves her husband deeply.

But for Beichuan Che, he was still not comfortable with her behavior.

"I am back."

In response, Beichuan Che changed into the indoor slippers, and at the same time rushed ahead of Eshima Miao, and conveniently placed his own shoes, which he had just taken off, in the corner of the entrance.

"I told you, don't call me Master."

Beichuan Che sighed and emphasized again.

This short-haired girl is the girl who claims to be his valet. Theoretically speaking, their current relationship is living together.

It's just that the owner of this body, the original Kitagawa Che, has always maintained a considerable distance from Eshima Miao.

"But I should call you young master."

Ejima Miao defended herself.

"First of all, Miao, you have to understand that we are dependent on each other. If possible, I hope we won't use this title anymore. It creates a sense of distance." Kitagawa Che paused and looked at the short-haired man under the light in the entrance hall. Girl, "Besides, from before to now, whether it is father or mother, they all treat you as their daughter."

As a time traveler, he really can't accept such a title, as if he saw the classic bridge, just like the resident gentleman in the textbook described, the long-lost friends reunited , it can be seen that when they met, what the other party blurted out was no longer the "Brother Xun", but the extremely alienated "Master".

What's more, in the memories he saw, although the Beichuan couple were entrusted to adopt Eshima Miao, they never treated her as a servant, and took care of and treated her as a daughter seriously.

But when Naihe adopted Ejima Miao, she was already at an age of faint understanding. Over the years, she seemed to have become accustomed to her set of logic.

To put it simply, based on Kitagawa Che's interactions with her during this period, the other party accepted death on this point.

"I say that, can you understand what I mean?"

Kitagawa Che looked at Eshima Miao's slightly cold red eyes.

The eyes of the two met in the air.

"I understand, master!"

Ejima Miu's eyes were gentle and firm.

"..."

Beichuan Che was silent.

He patted Eshima Miao's shoulder, and after sighing, he walked around her and walked towards the living room.

Watching his leaving back, Ejima Miao's eyes flashed a hint of cunning, and the corners of her mouth raised quietly.

Turning around, she closed the door, then walked into the kitchen and prepared hot tea.

As a close servant, Ejima Miao knew very well that with his young master's recent habits, he should be writing and drawing something in the living room at this moment.

(End of this chapter)