Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

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To him, Ayana's stupidity was normal, or rather, since he could talk to her for such a long time, it meant that he was used to it.

[Yeah, sorry, I asked a stupid question. ]

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Amamiya Ayana put down her cell phone, hugged her long legs with both hands, and curled up her round toes slightly on the quilt.

She tilted her head and looked out the bedroom window.

At this moment, the red sunset has dyed the entire sky red, and the red clouds seem to have set the entire sky on fire.

It shouldn't rain again tonight.

She retracted her gaze, lowered her eyebrows, and looked at the big bed beneath her.

Compared to the simple tatami and quilt in Watanabe Yu's bed, this big bed is undoubtedly much more comfortable and much larger. There is no need to worry about rolling out of the quilt if you are not careful.

But some things cannot be judged simply by their quality.

Amemiya Ayana tightened her arms around her legs, then loosened them.

At least for her, the tatami on his side made her feel more at ease and allowed her to sleep well.

call.

Amamiya Ayana took a deep breath, and her perky chest rose and fell slightly.

The wine-red glow filtered through the glass windows and spilled into the room.

She lowered her eyes and buried her head in her knees.

"No matter how fast paper and pen are, they can't be much faster..."

The girl muttered under her breath.

[Not really, I’m busy now, I’ll talk later]

After typing out this line of text, Watanabe Yu put away his phone, patted his cheek lightly, took out a pen and manuscript paper from the side, and continued his replicating project.

He had previously tried to use his mobile phone to plagiarize texts.

At that time, he thought that no matter what, typing on a mobile phone would definitely be much more efficient than writing with pen and paper.

After all, typing is definitely faster than writing.

Before traveling through time, he had also heard from some stupid netizens that some online writers typed on their mobile phones, and the speed was super fast, not slower than writing on a computer at all.

But when he actually did it, he suddenly discovered that the situation was not what he had imagined at all.

He was totally unaccustomed to typing and writing on his cell phone and felt awkward no matter how he tried.

In the end, he had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and use the simplest method to replicate it.

However, using the most traditional method to replicate is not without its benefits. First, it deepens his memory, and second, the sound of the pen writing on paper can help him get into the state faster.

Of course, if he had a laptop, he would use it without hesitation.

While greatly improving efficiency, it can also save money on manuscript paper.

But then again, the effect of the "Bo Wen Qiang Ji (Intermediate)" given by Brother Tongzi is indeed a whole level better than that of "Bo Wen Qiang Ji (Elementary)".

It's like you don't know until you compare, and you'll be shocked when you do.

For example, if the effect of "Essential Memory" is to make his memory jump from a notebook to an old-fashioned computer storage disk, then the effect of "Intermediate Memory" is to make him directly realize the hardware leap from HDD (mechanical hard disk) to SSD (solid state drive).

Now, in the process of reproducing "Norwegian Wood", he can even jump from the 50th page of the original book to the 100th page in his mind without affecting the reproduction work in his hands. This is a classic multi-threaded mode.

During this reproduction process, his sense of language and sensitivity to words are gradually improving.

Compared with the speed of improvement in modern Chinese classes, the current speed of improvement is one-third faster.

The manuscript paper was reduced page by page, but Watanabe Yu's hands were working faster and faster. With the help of physical fitness, his hands did not feel tired at all, nor did he feel mentally exhausted. Instead, he became more and more energetic.

If he continues at this efficiency, then without a surprise, his progress in reproducing "Norwegian Wood" will be even faster.

In other words, he is getting closer and closer to having a stable income and escaping poverty!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but speed up his movements.

He seemed to have seen the new house waving at him!

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Thank you for the two monthly tickets from Canfeng Luolei, the reward from Shibian Yanbuxinxin, and the recommendation ticket from Brother Meng. Your support is the motivation for my writing.

Chapter 10: Treat Him to a Dinner

When the sunset glow was completely swallowed up by the sea level, the Tokyo sky completely fell into the depth of night.

Boom, boom, boom.

As the regular knocks on the door sounded, Watanabe Yu's thoughts were pulled back to reality.

"coming."

After taking a look at the night outside the window, he stood up and walked towards the entrance.

The only person who could knock on his door at this time was the old lady next door who was in poor health.

Click.

After opening the door, Watanabe Yu looked outside in the dim light of the corridor.

As he expected, the person who caught his eyes was the old lady next door with a sallow complexion and a gentle expression.

Under the light of the corridor, the old lady was wearing an old, slightly yellowed waistcoat, a thick long-sleeved shirt with several patches on the upper body, and plain, old trousers on the lower body.

The temperature in April has clearly warmed up, and her outfit looks quite strange among the crowd, with an indescribable sense of out-of-season dislocation.

"Grandma, is there anything I can help you with?"

Watanabe Yu lowered his eyebrows slightly and asked in a low voice.

During the time when he first came here, this kind old lady gave him a lot of help. In addition to teaching him some tips for living in Tokyo, she would occasionally send him some curry, fried pork chops and the like.

Except for the first time, the old lady always said that she 'accidentally did too much' or 'it was just a token of her appreciation', but her heart was as clear as a mirror.

This kind old lady was just afraid that he couldn't take care of himself, so she always found ways to send him food to prevent him from always eating only discounted food in the supermarket.

Later, after he demonstrated his cooking skills a little, the old lady's frequency of delivering food became less frequent, but she would still send over a single serving of food from time to time.

As a return gift, he would also send some of his own cooking.

"Yuu, have you eaten yet?"

The old lady didn't answer his question, but just raised her eyes and showed a concerned look.

"Not yet." Watanabe Yuu looked embarrassed, like a student caught by the teacher for not doing his homework. He scratched the back of his head and said, "I'll do it later."

He was thinking about just making some fried rice with eggs to make a meal out of it.

There were two discounted eggs in the small refrigerator in his room, which would definitely be enough for dinner tonight.

As for tomorrow morning and noon, he thought about just having something to eat at the convenience store and the cafeteria.

"Didn't I tell you to eat on time? Don't think you're young and don't take care of your body. When your body really breaks down, it will be too late."

The old lady patted his arm gently with her withered palm, then took out a simple food box and handed it to him, "It contains the curry I made too much. It's still hot. Eat it while it's hot."

"Thank you grandma."

Watanabe Yu obediently took the other party's food box, bowed his head and said thank you.

“Eating on time is the greatest thanks to me.”

There was a hint of concern in the old lady's cloudy eyes.

“…I won’t do that next time.”

Watanabe Yu lowered his head and admitted his mistake politely.

Having lived two lives, he knew very well that kindness from strangers like this was rare and precious.

Treat well and cherish those who are good to you.

"That's right." The old lady heard the sincerity in Watanabe Yu's tone and nodded with satisfaction. "After you finish eating, just leave the lunch box at my door."

After saying this, she didn't give Watanabe Yu a chance to respond. She took her unsteady steps and staggered back to her half-open door.

"Grandma, why did you go out again? Didn't the doctor tell you to rest more?"

A cold and helpless female voice suddenly came from inside the room.

This pleasant female voice is like the sound of iced sparkling water on a summer afternoon. As the glass shakes slightly, the bubbles surge slightly, and the wall of the glass gently collides with the ice. The sound alone is enough to soothe your nerves.

To make a very appropriate description, this sound is like a plus version of the bass female voice in ASMR works that are not suitable for all ages. It is slightly cold, magnetic, and at the same time has a kind of tenderness that is unique to women.

To sum it up, it sounds good, I love it, and my brother listens to it a lot.

"It's just two steps. It's not too far. Grandma is not as thin as tofu. She won't break if touched!"

The old lady yelled with some dissatisfaction.

But anyone could tell that the old lady's aura was not that strong at all, and she just looked helpless as an elder facing a younger person.

"Grandma, your health is not as good as it used to be! You are all I have! I don't want to lose you."

The pleasant voice slowed down a lot at once, and there was even a hint of pleading in the words.

"...I understand, Ryoko, it's not as exaggerated as you say. Besides, grandma will not leave you."

The old lady was silent for a moment, and when she spoke again, there was a hint of guilt in her tone.

Click.

The door was closed and the corridor became quiet.

Although the hardware conditions of this old apartment are indeed quite regrettable, the sound insulation of the room is indeed quite good.

After watching the old lady return to her room, Watanabe Yuya closed the door and returned to his own room.

"You said that Watanabe classmate pinned the gangster to the ground easily, just like twisting a chicken?"

In the living room of Hayakawa Yuki's home, a tall woman who looked 70% similar to Hayakawa Yuki and only in her early thirties raised her eyebrows and asked this question in surprise.

According to Risa Yasuhara and her daughter, she came to the conclusion that Watanabe was quite powerful and easily subdued the suspect.

But after listening to her daughter recount the entire process in detail, the shock she felt was different.

According to my daughter, it was like filming an action movie.

Of course, she was able to sit here so peacefully and listen to her daughter talk about what she had encountered because she had confirmed again and again that her daughter was unharmed and the young man who helped her daughter was also unharmed.

If Yuki said that she was bumped or hit somewhere, or if the boy who was protecting Yuki was injured, then they should be in the best hospital in Tokyo now.

"Yes."

Yuki Hayakawa nodded and gave an affirmative answer.

"He is your classmate?"

The woman raised an eyebrow, the curiosity in her eyes becoming more intense.

It sounds a bit outrageous that a high school student could easily knock down a subway thief.

The most important thing is that according to his beloved daughter, Watanabe Yu's body shape is not that of an elite member of the sports club.

"Yes."

Yuki Hayakawa nodded slightly, somewhat dissatisfied with her mother's reaction.

"Have you thanked him?"

The woman asked again.

"Isn't this certain? I've thanked you several times."

In this regard, Yuki Hayakawa thinks she has done a pretty good job.