Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

Watanabe Yu squatted down, changed into slippers, and put his leather shoes into the shoe cabinet.

The fact that Amamiya Ayana was overly polite was no different from when she was chatting online.

But for him, he really doesn't like such excessive politeness and courtesy, the essence of which is to deliberately draw a clear boundary line with the so-called "estrangement" and "indifference".

"Um, Watanabe-san?"

Amemiya Ayana tilted her head, changed her name, then put her hands on the back of her skirt, slowly squatted down, and changed into slippers.

"...Alright."

Watanabe Yu turned around and walked along the narrow corridor into the living room, which could also be called the bedroom.

The apartment he rented was only twenty square meters.

In these 20 square meters, he had to arrange a stove for cooking, a toilet with separate wet and dry areas, and the bathtub that the Japanese were almost obsessed with. If the living room and bedroom were not connected, he would not know how to design this space.

After casually throwing his schoolbag aside, Watanabe Yu sat on the tatami that had several patches on it.

These patches were added after he traveled through time. If not, there would be several clear holes on the tatami.

As for the walls covered in dirt, mold, and damp, the energy-saving lamps that were not bright enough, and the small crack in the ceiling, he could only say that he had tried his best and did all the cleaning and repair work he could.

But the original living conditions were still there, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring about a change that could be described as "brand new". At best, he could just change the room from being completely rotten to not so completely rotten.

Just like relationships, when you want to mend things, it’s basically too late and you’ll still regret it.

Therefore, we need to find a way to speed up the copying work.

If this place is only a cat's meow away, it can basically be used as the real-life shooting location for "Kayako Falls in Love with Me" for half a year. He is afraid that he will really rot with the place.

Watanabe You sighed, retracted his gaze, took out his mobile phone and checked the message notification.

That's the bank's deposit reminder.

The text message showed that his bank account received a salary transfer of 10 yen.

This is much safer than working.

He muttered in his heart.

A month ago, in order to earn an extra 2,000 yen in "bonus", "Watanabe Yu" and a colleague switched shifts for a week, from the day shift to the night shift. As a result, before he could even warm up the 2,000 yen in his hands, he was transported to another world.

So for safety reasons, you really have to stay away from large vehicles in any sense of the word.

"Amamiya, are you hungry?"

After glancing at the time, Watanabe Yu turned his gaze and looked at Amamiya Ayana who was looking around in the corridor.

I think as the latter is a young lady, she has probably never seen such a small house, so she can just regard it as learning something new.

"No."

Amamiya Ayana withdrew her gaze from the surroundings, walked lightly to the tatami, took off her slippers, and sat upright on the old futon beside her.

"Then I'll cook later."

Watanabe Yu opened the browser on his mobile phone and searched for the keywords in his memory as usual.

Although the network was a bit slow and he had to wait for a while, he was quite satisfied with the search results.

It must be said that the setting of this parallel world, which is exactly the same as the plagiarized novel he read before traveling through time, is really great.

It’s just a pity that he hasn’t listened to many Japanese songs or read many Japanese novels.

Due to his limited understanding of Japanese culture and his own memory, as well as the fact that he can only write with a pen, his reproduction progress has not been ideal.

Take "Norwegian Wood" for example. So far, it has been a week and only one-tenth of the way through.

But, there is good news.

Given the quality of the works in his memory, there would be no problem in exchanging them for a generous sum of money.

Of course, if this perfect life system was a little more powerful, for example, if he was given some shares in a large company, land in the port area, or something like that, then he could pass up the laborious option of plagiarism and start enjoying life directly.

——"Reborn as a Rich Man in Tokyo" or "After Traveling Through Time, I Became a Landlord in Tokyo"

But unfortunately, for now, this idea can only be realized when I fall asleep.

Therefore, since we don’t know whether this perfect life system will continue to generate gold coins in the future, we should just focus on it for now.

Replicate those works first and have a stable income first!

Then consider moving to a new place, buying a house, and moving towards financial freedom step by step.

You can't always rely on Watanabe Yu's parents who are far away in Okinawa to save money and give him living expenses, right?

How can a time traveler be trapped in poverty?

"Watanabe-san won't you ask me?"

Seeing that Watanabe Yu was playing with his mobile phone and had no intention of starting a conversation, Amamiya Ayana took the initiative to start a conversation.

"What do I ask you for?"

Watanabe Yu put down his phone and met Amamiya Ayana's gaze.

At this distance, with the sunset light shining into the room through the window, he could clearly see the expression on Amemiya Ayana's face.

"How did I find Watanabe-san's home, and why did I run away from home?"

Amemiya Ayana hesitated for a moment, but still said this.

[The girl asked you a question. Maybe this is a great opportunity to increase your favorability.]

[How can plagiarizing work be faster than just clinging to the big lady's thigh? ]

[So, how should I answer? ]

"What's there to ask? If you want to talk, just say it. If you don't want to talk, don't say it."

Ignoring the line of text on his retina, Watanabe Yu spoke frankly about his inner thoughts.

The long list of love hints just now has already explained most of the reasons why she "ran away from home". The rest, based on his usual conversations with "Ayana", can be supplemented. Isn't it a classic drama of family feuds among the rich?

This kind of plot is very common in domestic prime-time family ethics dramas, and it can easily be filmed into 70 or 80 episodes.

You only need to watch a few of them to get a general idea of ​​the ups and downs and general routines involved.

As for how to find his family, that is even simpler. For a family in Japan that can afford a Maybach, finding someone should not be difficult.

[Rewards have been issued, Memory Memory (Elementary)]

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Hearing the mechanical sound suddenly ringing beside his ears, Watanabe Yu felt his scalp being chilled by ice, and then his thoughts suddenly became clearer.

Being hypocritical but doing what one says is right is out of fashion, Brother Tongzi!

However, the effect of this extensive knowledge and strong memory is quite good. Not only does it take effect immediately, but it can also be traced back to the past.

The words in his mind that had previously been a little vague and had to be filled in by guessing and connecting the context suddenly became clear.

If this progress is followed, the reproduction of "Norwegian Wood" can be done much faster.

If he works harder, he can write until sparks appear, and it may take about another three weeks to complete it.

"I don't want to accept my family's arrangement, so I can only resist in this way."

Amamiya Ayana lowered her eyebrows.

"So I am the yellow-haired one?"

Watanabe Yu picked up an apple on the small square table. He didn't expect that after traveling through time, he would ride on the void ghost fire.

"What is yellow hair?"

Amamiya Ayana asked with some confusion.

Watanabe Yu was saying something she didn't understand again.

"You can think of it as the person who prevents the hero and heroine from being together in a love movie, but generally speaking, this kind of person only likes the heroine's body." Watanabe Yu raised his eyebrows, "Would you like an apple?"

"I want a small piece." Amamiya Ayana looked at Watanabe Yu, "Do you like my body, Watanabe-san?"

"You look so awesome, so you must like it." Watanabe Yu picked up the fruit knife, cut a small piece of apple, and handed it to Amamiya Ayana, "Here."

"Thank you." Amamiya Ayana thanked him and took the apple. Her big watery eyes looked at Watanabe Yuu, with a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "Well, do you want it, Watanabe-kun?"

"Is your next sentence going to be about how clean you are?"

Watanabe Yu took a bite of the apple, turned around as if nothing had happened, and took out a piece of writing paper and a pen from his bag. He planned to continue reproducing part of "Norwegian Wood" before he got hungry. "By the way, Amamiya, can you cook?"

"I am indeed very clean." Amamiya Ayana pursed her red lips, "As for cooking, I can learn."

"Well, it seems that I can't be lazy anymore. Please bear with me about the taste."

For a time traveler like him, Japanese food is not an option and Chinese food is a must.

He lives alone now, and doesn't want to change, nor does he plan to change.

Then...

Watanabe Yu raised his eyes and looked at Amamiya Ayana seriously, "I don't know your specific situation, and I have no intention of exploring your secrets in this regard.

"But what I know is that if you really ran away from home, Amamiya, there wouldn't be a car parked downstairs."

He didn't say it too directly, but he knew that Amamiya Ayana should be able to understand what he meant.

He knew very well that she came to live here just as a formality to make her attitude and stance clear to her family, so there was no need for her to test him like this, and he was too lazy to respond to such romantic temptations.

This is how his good brother, before traveling through time, was tricked into turning his mouth upside down by a female sea queen.

Not only did he lose a lot of gold coins during the tug of war, but his friends, including himself, tried to persuade his brother, saying that the woman was not a good person and asked his brother to stay away from her. They even put the evidence in front of him, but his brother still said, "She is not that kind of person."

It's terrifying just looking at it.

So what Wuji’s mother said was true, the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie.

Not to mention, the system's judgment of Amamiya Ayana is that she is an extremely ambitious young lady.

She is beautiful and ambitious. Once she takes the bait, she will be hung upside down and her intestines and stomach will be pulled out, right?

"sorry."

Amamiya Ayana lowered her eyebrows and apologized sincerely.

"You're just too sensitive."

Watanabe Yu found a step for her to step down and turned his attention back to the paper spread out in front of him.

He knew very well that the 'Ayana' he knew on the Internet was just the tip of the iceberg of the real-life Ayana Amamiya.

She is real on the Internet, and she is real now.

It’s just that people are inherently complex.

This is especially true when it comes to key words where interests intersect, such as family, eldest daughter, and feuds among wealthy families.

After adjusting his condition slightly, he continued his replica work.

Chapter 3 Now that things have come to this, let’s have a meal first

Six forty in the evening.

Watanabe Yu thought it was almost done, so he put down the writing in his hand, stood up, stretched, and walked to the stove.

Perhaps because this apartment is old, the stove is still a traditional gas stove, rather than the induction cooker that looks good but is not practical as found in some modern apartments.

Except for hot pot, the food made with an induction cooker is really not tasty.

He had already cooked the rice in advance, so now all he had to do was cook the dishes.

He took out the eggs from the refrigerator, broke them skillfully, and then picked up the chopsticks to stir them. Watanabe Yuu skillfully prepared the home-cooked dishes that people living alone must know how to make.

"Watanabe-san, can I see what you wrote?"

Sitting on the futon, Amamiya Ayana glanced at Watanabe Yu who was cooking and asked timidly.

She seemed to have turned back into the Ayana on LINE.

"random."

Watanabe Yuu responded.