I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

She looks like an old lady fussing over prices in the market. This is not the behavior a high school student studying abroad should do. Isn't this guy from a poor family?

Miss Arakawa, who has not completely changed her perception, cannot understand this.

"Please, this is not the same place as the shopping mall we just went to. After all, Tanaka gave this to me this morning - why are you walking so slowly? Are your slippers not fitting your feet?"

Wuma Xingjin heard the footsteps behind him getting farther and farther apart. He turned around in surprise, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the girl's pink and translucent ankles under the light.

They have not been deliberately maintained but are still smooth and white. The curvature of the arch of the foot is the ultimate in curvaceous beauty, especially the toes... It makes people think of what it would look like if they stepped on the snow. I'm afraid it would be the most delicious. Ice cream is nothing more than that.

But it's a pity that Wuma Xingjin is not a football player.

I'm.

Arakawa Kotoyuki curled up her toes as if she was shy. How could she look at a girl's feet so openly? If she had known she would have put on socks...

Identified as pure sp, image score -10!

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"So tired!"

Putting the shopping bags aside, Arakawa Kotoyuki lay on the bed, her pleated skirt turned up to reveal a large expanse of white.

Arakawa Kotoyuki hugged the quilt tightly and watched the boy organize the things he bought in an orderly manner. He half-buried his face in the quilt. The smell of Wuma Xingjin was on it. Although it had the smell of orange soda, it was still a bit unfamiliar to her.

"You really don't have any gentlemanly manners. You let a girl carry so many things. It will be over if you develop ugly muscles."

"You are really a pampered young lady. Can't you stand this physical work? If you throw it on the grassland, you won't be able to outrun even a zebra."

"How can you describe it like this..."

Although they have only known each other for a short time, Arakawa Kotoyuki and Uma Seijin quarreled as if they were used to it.

The ingredients were put in the refrigerator, and the clothes that had been worn out were thrown into the washing machine. Wuma Xingjin did not take the opportunity to feast his eyes on it.

"The dust outside will get on your clothes, so you should at least change into home clothes before going to bed."

"The clothes you just bought need to be washed before you can wear them. You should continue to wear mine."

"Is there this kind of saying?"

Arakawa Kotoyuki got out of bed obediently. Although she didn't understand the meaning of this, she went to the bathroom and took off her shirt and skirt and changed into a dry T-shirt.

Two well-proportioned legs protruded from the T-shirt, and the hem of the dress covered her thighs. Since it was a men's design, the collar obviously didn't fit well on the chest, causing bulges.

When I was with my classmates before, I was often envied by them.

After looking in the mirror for a while, I thought I wasn't that bad, either?

Why is he so unmoved in the face of himself that a random woman on the roadside can charm him? (referring to getting to the line)

Thinking of the way Wu Ma Xingjin and that ol girl stuck together, Arakawa Kotoyuki snorted, as if the charm of both women was defeated by the other.

"I thought you liked men."

Chapter 16: Two or three things that bother members

"I spent [-] yen tonight."

It is now October 10th, and I see that there is only 26 yen left in my card. After paying the rent for this quarter at the end of the month, I will only have 20 yen left.

Wuma Xingjin miscalculated. He did not expect that he was about to face the dilemma of eating dirt.

No, if I were more frugal, I might be able to last half a month longer.

The money earned from working in a second-hand store is not enough to support the daily expenses of two people in Tokyo.

It seems that other ways to make money need to be found.

"I will work hard to make money to pay you back."

"It's okay. In fact, I have to buy a lot of things sooner or later. It just so happens that you accompany me and remind me."

.......

The next day

"morning"

"morning"

Agent Tian still said hello without energy. He played too much games last night.

He was used to the fact that the first thing his friends did every day was sort out their love letters.

"Why did you ask me about vtuber last night?"

"I said you won't have a beautiful girl you know who will be the anchor, right?"

"Well, she can only stay home for some reason, so I want to find something for her to do."

"No way? This industry is very difficult. Not only is it stressful, but fans often harass me."

Agent Tian put away his frivolous attitude, "And without a dedicated operation team, it is difficult to gain popularity."

"But, wouldn't it be too tiring to do everything with the aim of success?"

"If you really want to do it, you can go to the painting department and find Mr. Murakami. He is a senior otaku. Regarding vtuber leather cases, no one knows the xp of otakus better than him."

"That guy Murakami Nara's brother?"

"Didn't he tell you that?!"

"That's not true."

As usual, Wu Ma Xingjin went to the painting department to find Mr. Murakami after lending him homework to Tian.

The other person is a boy who wears thick glasses and looks very taciturn.

"You are the Wuma Xingjin that Nara often mentioned to me, right? Do you have anything to do with me?"

"I heard from Agent Tian that I can help you with the live2d leather case."

"Do you have a friend who wants to be a Vtuber? Of course."

When I heard that he was asked to help make vtuber's holster, his whole look changed instantly, and he agreed with a gleam in his eyes.

Murakami often watches virtual anchors on YouTube, and also imagines how happy it would be if one day a vtuber used a leather case he made to live broadcast, and the image created by his own hands was loved by everyone.

"Can I take a look at the anchor's personal image?"

Murakami pushed up his glasses. Using the anchor's own appearance as a reference can save a lot of time, and the image produced will be closer to the anchor's personality.

"I don't have a picture of her, please wait a moment"

Wu Ma Xingjin handed him a can of lemon tea and sent a message to Arakawa Kotoyuki.

"My photo?" Kotoyuki Arakawa was searching the Internet for "How to start a new vtuber?"

Without asking why I wanted the photo, I just picked up my phone and took a selfie and sent it to Wuma Xingjin.

The girl in the photo has a delicate and cute face, and her simple and plain home clothes cannot hide the aristocratic squeamishness she has developed over the years.

Murakami is certain that he has been to many underground idol meetings, and none of those shining idols can compare with the girl in the photo.

I heard that recently many vtubers had live broadcasting accidents due to bugs in their oil pipes. Fans saw the appearance of the anchors under the leather holster.

The ones with v are very cute. Some people call them "Blessed". Some of them look and sound as different as two species. Some fans even found that the anchor they had been following turned out to be a grandma in her 50s and used a lolita sound. Live broadcasting for two and a half years, it was painful to carry my bags on the spot.

Such a beautiful girl can attract a large number of fans even if she broadcasts her true appearance. Why bother making vtuber leather cases?

Sensing Murakami's curiosity, Wu Ma Xingjin smiled and said:

"My friend is quite shy and doesn't like to show her face online."

Murakami is not interested in three-dimensional women: "I will send the file to Wu Ma after the painting is completed."

"Thank you"

After responding to the greetings from the girls in the painting department one by one, Uma Xingjin went to the office to meet Teacher Morimiya Megumi and gave her the cake.

Morimiya Megumi looked happy as if the child had been raised, and wanted to reach out and touch his head.

It turned out that the height difference was not enough, so he angrily went to find Shi Yun Tianmei.

Walk through the quiet library to the Literature Department.

Minister Minamoto Kiyoshi seems to have always been there.

White and slender fingers gently flipped through the pages of the book, and the cup at hand was slowly steaming.

"It's not time for club activities yet." Yuan Qingxue didn't even look at who opened the door.

"If Wu Ma came here early to satisfy his own eyes, you can sit there quietly and don't make any sound."

"I passed by a dessert shop and bought a red velvet cake for Teacher Morimiya. I also got an extra mousse. Would you like to try it, Minister?"

Wuma Xingjin raised his hand to let Yuan Qingxue see the simple and cute packaging in his hand.

Yuan Qingxue was attracted by the mousse cake and put down the hardcover book in her hand:

"Wuma-san is not the type to give gifts to others casually. Do you need my help with anything?"

Should I say that I am worthy of being someone who can beat myself in chess?His thoughts can be read at a glance.

"You guessed it."

"There are too many problems with word usage. Is there really no problem with Wu Ma's Chinese language?"

"My Chinese language has always been perfect."

"It's zero points here."

"It's normal to bring a gift when you ask someone to do something for you."

"The minister and I haven't known each other for long, right?"

Wuma Xingjin put the cake on the messy table in front of her:

"How did you figure out my character?"

"Listening to the girls' discussions about how gentle you are towards everyone, but you always feel a sense of distance, it's not difficult to deduce that you are a gentle and cold person."

"And I've never heard of you giving cakes to girls."