Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

Isn’t it just a random killing? It’s that simple.

You said so, right? Well-informed and well-remembered (intermediate level)!

Buzz. Buzz.

Suddenly, the cell phone in Watanabe Yu's trouser pocket vibrated.

After taking out his cell phone and taking a look at it, he fell silent.

The message was sent by Ayana Amamiya.

[I’m in a good mood, and I’ve prepared a small gift for you. I’m also your first reader, so I have a little expectation of you~]

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I feel like I'm going to faint.

Chapter 13: Tokyo Freeloader Legend

"Why do I feel like I'm just living off someone?"

Looking at the latest laptop computer that had just arrived, been unpacked and placed on the small square table, Watanabe Yu fell into a brief silence for a moment.

The saint seemed to have given him gold coins again.

This time, the explosion was not just one or two points.

He just looked at the configuration of this laptop, which is already the top configuration for mobile devices in this era.

The only regret is that this computer is a laptop rather than a desktop.

only……

God knows whether the saint did it on purpose or not. She stuffed a piece of paper into the original notebook packaging. The content on it was very simple, with only four big words - voluntary gift.

It really made him feel a little bit amused and helpless.

[Isn’t it a bit too expensive? ]

Taking out his mobile phone, Watanabe Yu entered the chat interface with Amamiya Ayana. After taking a look at the familiar ragdoll cat avatar, he typed this line of words and clicked send.

Ten seconds later, the message showed that it had been read, and Ayana Amamiya's reply arrived as expected.

But contrary to his expectations, this time, Amemiya Ayana did not answer his question at all, but instead asked a new question.

【Do you like it? 】

Looking at the three bright words on the phone screen, Watanabe Yu was suddenly at a loss for words.

He suddenly began to understand why those dramas about domineering CEOs were so popular.

But my brother said he could still hold on!

[Why are you silent? Is this computer not to your liking? ]

On the other end, Ayana Amamiya seemed to have lost her usual patience. Seeing that Watanabe Yu did not reply, she sent another message ten seconds later.

[It's not that I don't like it, I just suddenly lost my temper and don't know how to reply to you. 】

This is what he means.

The message showed as read within seconds, and more than ten seconds later, Ayana's reply appeared on his phone screen.

[If you like it, you like it. If you don’t like it, you don’t like it. There is no need to know how to reply. If you don’t like it, just return it. If you see one you like, then tell me and I will buy it for you.]

Even through the screen, Watanabe Yu could feel the overwhelming wealth coming towards him.

What is a serious young lady?

[I like it very much, but you don’t have to give it to me as a gift. After I finish Norwegian Wood, I will transfer the money for the computer to you.]

Yu Watanabe was not too pretentious.

He really needs a notebook right now. With this thing, he can greatly improve his writing efficiency.

Judging from his typing speed, which was comparable to that of a senior typist before he traveled through time, he could complete the reproduction of the complete "Norwegian Wood" within a week with a little overtime.

When he gets the royalties, he will transfer the money for the laptop.

Some bargains can be taken, but some cannot.

[What you said is very strange]

On the other end of the Internet, Ayana Amamiya was looking at the phone screen with the corners of her mouth slightly raised in a faint smile.

This was partly why she was able to show her unguarded side to the Frost Troll.

Although he would say some ridiculous things from time to time and like to act awkwardly, he was a very principled person at heart.

However, she did hope that he could accept her little gift.

[It's not a question of whether we are strangers or not, it's just that some things cannot be accepted. You may think I am being pretentious or I like to abide by some unnecessary principles. Anyway, I will pay you for the computer later.]

Watanabe Yu would not take advantage of such an opportunity.

[So you mean, it is now a loan purchase? ]

The smile on Amamiya Ayana's face became brighter and brighter.

The current development was a little beyond her expectations, but overall, there was no deviation in the general direction.

【Roughly the same. 】

Although he felt that the other party's statement was somewhat like the opening move in a certain situation, Watanabe Yu still gave a positive answer.

[Does a personal loan have interest? ]

Amamiya Ayana continued to persuade her patiently.

[Generally speaking, yes]

Watanabe Yu frowned slightly. He instinctively felt that something was wrong.

[As interest, you can do me a small favor later, is that okay? Don't worry, it's not something that will embarrass you]

Amamiya Ayana typed these words.

Then, she thought about it and sent another message.

[This is to cope with the family]

In a sense, this is not an excuse; it is the truth.

Now that the illusion of spending the night outside has been created, it is only natural to maintain this illusion.

Even though everyone knows what is going on.

【Row】

Watanabe Yu thought for half a second and agreed.

[Can I set the time and specific content? ]

She hasn't had much time recently. Not only is her life packed, but there are also many things that require her participation.

According to her schedule, the earliest she will be free is next week.

【no problem】

Watanabe Yu agreed quite readily.

His idea is very pure. Since I have already promised you, there is nothing wrong with giving you the time and specific content.

[I am looking forward to the full version of "Norwegian Wood". Mr. Troll, please work harder! ]

Amemiya Ayana expressed her thoughts frankly.

Ah.

Looking at this line of text, Watanabe laughed out loud.

So you've already started urging me to submit my manuscript, right?

[I understand what you mean, but I am the Knight of Hard Work! ]

He does work hard, after all, this is related to his future stable income.

However, I still have to make a joke.

As a time traveler, how could I be urged to submit my manuscripts so easily?

Don't even think about it.jpg

[Isn't it a frost troll? ]

Looking at Watanabe Yu's reply, Amemiya Ayana raised the corners of her mouth slightly, tapped the screen with her bare fingers, and sent back this message.

[When you are away from home, your identity is given by yourself]

How can a real man be tied down by one identity?

A few seconds later, Ayana Amamiya's reply came.

【Leg photo.jpg】

After looking at the shiny white long legs on the screen for a few seconds, Watanabe Yu saved the picture without changing his expression, and then put away his phone.

Oh, what's the big deal about just one photo? If you have the guts, why don't you post a few more? ?

Shaking his head, Watanabe Yu stood up and walked to the stove.

He had already washed the lunch box that the grandma next door gave him, but it would be wrong to just return it like that.

You have to give back at least a gift.

He basically knew which dishes the old lady liked.

Compared to spicy food, the old lady prefers dishes with less strong flavor.

But unfortunately, he can only cook a few dishes that are not that flavorful.

Judging from the current situation in the refrigerator, either there are not enough ingredients or there are no ingredients at all. The only thing left to make is the classic fried rice.

Let's make this for dinner and as a return gift.

Thinking of this, Watanabe Yu picked up the eggs he had taken out of the small refrigerator when he came back.

2/2

It's getting better, but still difficult.

Provoke it!

As usual, please give me a ticket.

Chapter 14 That's Different

Twenty minutes later, Watanabe Yu knocked on his neighbor's door holding a lunch box full of fried rice.

thump, thump, thump

"coming!"

After one light knock and two heavy knocks on the door, a neutral, cold female voice came from inside the room, which Watanabe Yu had heard only yesterday.

Click.

As the door was pushed open, the owner of the cold female voice also came into Watanabe Yu's sight.

The girl looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

She has short hair that reaches her shoulders, is tall, has fair skin, and her clear eyes carry a hint of distance that is visible to the naked eye.

In terms of appearance and temperament, she and the Saint Lady are equally matched.

Her upper body was covered with a short-sleeved shirt that had been washed to a pale color, and lower body was a pair of simple slim-fit jeans.

The blue pants go down slightly along the perky hips, outlining the beautiful curve of the legs.

"Is there a problem?"