Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

Chapter 9: Rebirth: I am a Soldier King in Tokyo

When Watanabe Yu got out of Yasuhara Risa's car and returned home, it was already evening and the sunset could be seen.

The traffic during Tokyo's evening rush hour is truly suffocating.

After throwing his schoolbag casually on the tatami, Watanabe Yu sat down, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, changed the mode from silent to vibrate, and then clicked on the Line where the message had exploded.

After taking a look at the chat history in the class group, the corners of Watanabe Yu's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

This kid Kiriyama and Ma has completely transformed into the nightmare of Gotham, uh, no, the ace wingman, and Kuku just blows him up.

He thought that if online literature in Japan was not underdeveloped, this person would have been able to hype himself up to be the king of urban soldiers.

so……

This kid is really terrifying!
After muttering this in his heart, Watanabe Yu closed the class group and clicked into the private chat with Hayakawa Yuki.

The two of them exchanged lines and added each other as friends in Risa Yasuhara's car.

But what he never expected was that the first message sent by Yuki Hayakawa was another thank you.

She had clearly said it many times in the police station and in the car.

He could understand her sincerity, and also understand her relief at surviving the disaster, but she had indeed said the word "thank you" too many times.

He almost didn't know how to respond.

【Watanabe-san, thank you so much!! (>^ω^<)】

Message sent six minutes ago.

After hesitating for a moment, Watanabe Yu tapped the keyboard and gave a response.

[You're welcome, but if you want to thank me again, I'll probably have to change my note about you from 'Hayakawa Yuki' to 'I like to thank you'. ]

The message will be displayed as read in seconds.

The next second, Yuki Hayakawa's reply came as expected.

【Sorry, cat holding head.jpg】

Looking at this line of replies, Watanabe Yu sighed helplessly, did not reply again, but clicked into another private chat.

Under the Ragdoll Cat’s avatar, there was a new message sent at three o’clock in the afternoon.

【all the best】

Obviously, the saint's "resistance operation" was successful.

【That's good】

Watanabe Yu typed out a line of text and clicked reply.

The next second, the message showed as read.

Amemiya Ayana also seems to be playing with her cell phone at this moment.

[Why did you reply so late? Didn't you always say that the frost trolls would return to their nests when the time came? ]

Even through the screen, Watanabe Yu could feel the dissatisfaction of the 'Saint' on the other end of the Internet.

[I encountered a little incident on the way, and I just got home after finishing my work]

He thought about it and gave an explanation.

A little episode?
On the other side of the screen, Ayana Amamiya looked at the text on the phone and frowned subconsciously.

She always felt that this 'Mr. Troll' was consciously hiding something.

[Why do I feel that the 'little episode' you mentioned is not simple?]

Amamiya Ayana thought about it and decided not to ask in a roundabout way and asked straight to the point.

[Yes, I just performed "Reborn as a Soldier in Tokyo" at the subway station. What should I say, is it awesome? ]

Watanabe Yu gave a half-joking and half-seriously reply.

【Just blow it! 】

Amamiya Ayana said this, but her frown showed no sign of relaxing.

It would have been better if Watanabe Yu didn't say the latter sentence. As soon as he said this, the vague premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger.

[Is your novel progress faster? ]

After hesitating for a moment, Amamiya Ayana decided to change the subject.

But the question she asked was a little too silly, so silly that she would never even think about it in real life.

The three conditions of one day between writing and writing and attending classes during the day basically mean that there won't be much progress. Therefore, the so-called "is the progress faster?" is just a conversation.

[It’s a little faster, but you know that no matter how fast paper and pen are, they can’t be much faster.]

Watanabe Yu didn't think too much about it and gave an answer directly.

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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Thanks to Canfeng Luolei teacher for two monthly tickets, Shibian Yanbuxinxin teacher for the reward, and brother Meng for the recommendation ticket. Your support is my motivation for writing.
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