I Can Control Their Bodies

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Ueno did not intend to dwell on his own problems for too long.

"Me? It should be the Astronomy Club. I'm very interested in astronomy!"

Her eyes seemed to light up when she spoke of astronomy.

"Really~~ Then I wish the Guqiao classmates a happy life."

Ueno Heisei said polite words that he didn't want money.

As for what is profound, if your science is so watery, he won't say it out of his head if astronomy is not suitable for you.

Rain girl has no melon.

"Thank you."

Fumio Furuhashi sincerely thank you.

"But Ueno-san doesn't really like tea ceremony? The school's tea ceremony club is not bad."

She kindly reminded.

"It's just to relax the pressure, and I don't intend to go too deep."

Ueno Heisei replied.

It's better not to fall on him if you talk deeply.

"Where's Tuma-san? Do you have any plans?"

She moved the topic to the soil buried body.

High school life is not as fun as you think, and it's not as boring as you think.

Before awakening this beautiful life system, Ueno Heisei might choose to join a certain club, and then participate in various conferences and various jobs, etc., in order to score a little higher in the university interview, but now it is not necessary.

After school in the afternoon, I came to Gaosha Bookstore as usual.

But unlike in the past, the store manager is still there today.

"Manager Sang~ Hello."

He said hello according to etiquette.

"Ueno-san~ Hello!! Thank you so much the day before yesterday!!"

She grabbed his arm and thanked him sincerely.

"It's really hard for this damn weather to start making trouble as soon as summer begins."

By the way, rant about the weather in Tokyo.

"Indeed."

Ueno's life echoed.

"I heard from Keiko that Ueno-san has recently regained his manga skills. Speaking of which, I have drawn a lot of manga before. If you want to debut, you can contact me."

The store manager Sang continued to speak, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Kwon should thank Ueno-san for taking care of Keiko for the past two months."

"Is it necessary to add some comic tools? If you buy them in the store, you can pay the staff's internal price."

She thought to herself.

Ueno's life was quite a surprise,

"Thank you so much."

"It's okay, it's okay~~ After all, I'll have to trouble Ueno-sang to take care of Keiko in the future."

She waved her hand.

"Mom~!!"

Chie Takasago finally couldn't help but speak.

"I'm already urging me, I have to go first, the store will trouble you and Keiko!"

The store manager smiled, looked at his phone and left.

Ueno Heisei looked at her back, a little grateful.

The store manager is a really nice guy.

"What to say to take care of me~~ Where do I need someone to take care of me!!'

Takasago Chihui pouted and rolled his eyes.

"Who was that koala last night?"

Ueno Heisei described a certain guy the night before.

"Everyone has something to be afraid of!~! Don't you have Ueno-kun??"

She argued.

"To be honest~~~ I'm afraid of being poor."

Ueno had a serious expression, but he didn't speak at all.

"Why didn't Ueno-kun come yesterday?"

Tomoe Takasago puffed out his cheeks and changed the subject.

"I'm sorry for what happened yesterday."

In fact, after going home and exercising for a while, he possessed and went to Izumi Sagiri.

"I'm very busy by myself~~"

She complained a little.

I can't tell if it's because I'm busy or because I was so close the day before yesterday, but I didn't come yesterday, which inevitably makes people think.

"Sorry~~ I will come every day in the future, but I may need to go back earlier sometimes."

Ueno Heisheng felt that he understood the meaning.

After all, the purpose of recruiting temporary workers is to share the pressure of being busy. If you come as you wish, you might as well replace someone who will come every day.

And he also felt that the job was okay, and the concept of previous life was deeply ingrained in his mind.

I always feel that if I just spend money without earning money, it is the behavior of a prodigal son who is sitting idle.

"That's all right~ The bookstore is busy only for a while."

Takasago Wisdom was a little happy.

"Excuse me~ Is there a pre-volume for this book, please?"

When guests arrive, the chat is over.

Ueno felt that he should change his mind. It seems that the idea of going to the kendo field to practice is about to be forked, and he can only exercise at home.

But it's okay~ After the big deal is over, do some exercise and then go to sleep.

The division of labor in the store is that Ueno Heisei is responsible for the cashier and accounting, because he is more efficient.

Girls are naturally attentive and friendly in introduction, so Gao Sha is generally responsible for greeting.

However, Ueno Heisei would also help when he was busy.

The busy period of the bookstore is only for a short period of time, and it lasts until less than six o'clock at most, and the customers will be scarce.

"Does Ueno-kun need some comic tools? My mother understands these things quite well, and even selling them in the store is her will.",

Busy until six o'clock, the two of them chatted again without any guests.

"Okay~ Thank you very much."

Although most of the manga industry now uses board painting, hand-painting is irreplaceable in many aspects. Ueno Heno felt that it would be good to learn hand-painting by himself.

After purchasing some materials, Ueno said goodbye to Takasago Chihui.

Today, I was too lazy to buy ingredients and go back to cooking by myself. Ueno chose a shop at random and planned to solve dinner.

"A fried udon, thank you."

After entering, order food.

"Okay, guest, do you have any requests for side dishes?'

It's a young girl in overalls holding a notepad and pen.

"Discover the possessable object, discover the possessable object!!"

Ueno Heisei raised his eyes and looked at her.

Small figure, not too tall, cute facial features, a little fleshy, and the size of the chest seems to be a bit beyond imagination.

She was wearing a kanban girlish kimono overalls, which was a little cute.

"No requirement."

Ueno Heisei replied.