Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 1 Living under someone else’s roof
There was a snowfall in early December.

In the distance, you can hear the heavy wheels of the train gradually stop, and see the milky white steam on the roof quietly dissipate and return to silence.

In a small city in Yamanashi Prefecture, a girl was standing in front of a boy with her white underwear picked up by a branch, looking very disgusted.

“How many times have I said this?

Your stuff is not allowed in public areas!
Just stay at our house!

Don’t you have a basic sense of shame?”

There were only three people living in a house on a small slope, not to mention Longchuan Che who was standing there mopping the floor silently.

There are two more.

One of them is a woman, and the other is also a woman.

As a healthy male who has just reached adulthood, it does seem inconvenient for me to live here with two non-blood-related adult women.

But there was no way out. Longchuan became an orphan at the age of five and could only live in this family.

The woman in front of him was Takeda Akane, the daughter of the widowed female head of this small family.

She was wearing a youthful JK uniform and a beautiful pleated skirt, and her slender, white legs were only covered with a pair of white over-the-knee socks in the cold winter.

"It seems that what happened last night hasn't taught you a lesson enough." The girl almost poked Longchuan in the face with the thing in her hand.

"I don't have much clothes to change and wash, so I can't do anything unless I hang them in the clothes drying area."

There were icicles hanging upside down from the eaves outside, and a corner of the thick snow on the roof was missing and fell into the uncleared courtyard.

Longchuan's clothes were originally hung outside, but it was so cold that his underwear was frozen to the point that it could be used as bricks overnight.

He was in a hurry to take a shower in the morning, so he had no choice but to take his clothes into the warm inner room.

"I almost forgot, you parasite only have half an hour to take a shower from 7:30 to 8:00."

The girl picked up the piece of shorts and waved it in front of Longchuan.

"Hey, but do you really need a bath? If you have moths, you can just eat something, right?"

Longchuan reached out to take back his things, but the girl flopped down.

Throw clean clothes into the trash.

"This thing has stained my eyes. Get rid of it later. If you dare to pick it up and wear it, you will be dead."

Clothes thrown into the trash are like discarded self-esteem.

Longchuan stared blankly at the underwear that was in the trash can along with half a piece of cake and a notebook, and clenched his fists.

He has lived this humiliating life for more than ten years since the woman named Takeda Takako adopted him.

You can't talk loudly and you can't appear when two women are chatting.

The narrow stairwell was his bedroom.

Every day, the table can only be served after the two women have finished their meal, and no personal belongings are allowed to appear in the public area.

Life as a dependent was just not easy, and he lived in silence for more than ten years in this unwelcome home.

until yesterday
Looking at the half piece of cake together with the underwear, Longchuan chuckled.

Until yesterday, when 'he' died.

That’s right, Longchuan Che is dead.

To be precise, he was reborn.

Reborn from another world into the body of 'Ryukawa Tetsu' who was slapped in the face last night for accidentally offending a girl and could no longer endure this humiliating life.

Yesterday was his eighteenth birthday, and he spent his limited money on a small cake.

He wanted to invite two nominal 'family members' to eat together, but Takeda Akane, who suspected that he had ulterior motives, slapped him hard.

Being slapped by a woman.

The intense feeling of humiliation made him kneel down and cry outside in the snow last night. When he opened his eyes again, there was already a different soul in his body.

She didn't realize that the boy in front of her was no longer the boy who had been submissive for more than ten years.

Seeing that the other person just lowered his head, Takeda Akane snorted and cursed, "Coward."

Then she put on her platform shoes, put on a scarf and walked out of the room.

A few snowflakes invaded the house.

Takeda Akane is a student at a famous private high school in the local area. She would go out twenty minutes earlier than Ryukawa Toru.

On the one hand, she hated being teased when she went out with Longchuanhe, and on the other hand, she had to catch the earliest bus to go to school to review her homework.

This girl with a very vicious heart has unexpectedly good academic performance, with a deviation value of about 75 in the country. Her goal is to enter the top national university in Japan, the University of Tokyo.

The girl often bullies Ryuukawa Tetsu, but she is very dazzling.

And what about Ryukawa Toru?
Long Chuan glanced at the notebook in the trash can and smiled bitterly. His grades were only in the bottom 30% in the country.

The diary recorded his efforts and how he could not catch up with the girl's grades even though he studied late into the night.

If this continues, the person who bullied him will rise to the top, while he will just dry out and rot in this small town.

There is a kind of beauty that cannot be compared to 'killing one's enemies' even if one flatters.

But it doesn’t matter, Longchuan has a magical talent.

Close your eyes slightly. You can hear the whistle of a distant train and the sound of branches bent by the snow.

Ryukawa Toru flipped through the memories in his mind as if he were reading a document.

The memory fragments are like amber, shining brightly in the memory palace.

Longchuan has a gift of photographic memory, and all his memories can be stored in his brain like documents.

Take it out and read it when you need it, and seal it when you don’t need it.

These sealed memories include his as well as that of the 'dead' boy.

"Really?"

After searching through the memories of his previous and later lives, Long Chuan's eyes moved slightly.

He is a third-year student at Yinghe High School. After the 2007th year of the Heisei era (), he will reach one of the more important turning points in his life in January.

Admissions and interviews at various domestic institutions of higher learning.

Normally, with his grades, he would be lucky to get into a third-rate private school.

However, after searching his memory, Longchuan discovered that there was no Yasunari Kawabata, no Haruki Murakami, and even no Keigo Higashino who wrote "White Night Walk"!
There seems to be a gap in Japanese literature in this world.

There has been no truly traditional literary masterpiece in the past hundred years, and light novels and otaku culture are everywhere.

"this means"

This talent of photographic memory was only good in the previous life, but here
When imagining the future in Longchuan.

A charming, soft voice brought him back to reality.
"Is all the work done?"

It was snowing outside, and a beautiful woman in an off-shoulder sweater was slowly walking down the stairs from the second floor.

She has a high nose bridge and her skin is as soft as snow.

Looking from the front, her facial features are charming and her temperament is lazy, like a lady who has taken good care of herself.

Longchuan quickly glanced at her face, then lowered his head and called her Aunt Takeda with a little respect.

"I asked you if you have finished cleaning." Takeda Takako continued to ask lazily without responding to the other party's greeting.

"The floor has been cleaned." Longchuan, who was living under someone else's roof, nodded.

Hearing the boy's answer, the beautiful woman snorted and took off her flesh-colored stockings.

In the room with the fireplace, she stepped barefoot on the floor.

The dim light shone on the cypress floor, making it sparkle.

Her white and tender little feet stepped on the ground, as if they were stepping on thick snow, with a layer of skylight floating in it.

The little feet are perfect and delicate, the heels are soft without any roughness, and the tenderness makes people feel plump and tender.

In the warm living room, she was only wearing a sweater and a skirt. Her plump, gourd-like figure seemed a little vulgar to many people, but her delicate and charming face showed a bit of nobleness.

The Takeda family's ancestor was the famous Takeda Shingen, and Takeda Takako can be considered a descendant of the nobility.

The descendant of the nobility was now stepping on the floor with his bare feet, his dark pupils scanning the surroundings like a general inspecting his territory.

She stepped on the ground again and again, as if she was stepping on Longchuan Che's heart.

If you don't clean up properly, you will be scolded. Longchuan has experienced this many times.

During the first half of the journey, the woman nodded slightly, and seemed quite satisfied.

But when passing by the trash can, the woman frowned slightly, like the Princess who slept with the Pea.

"what is this?"

The woman's voice suddenly became a little stern.

She lifted her tender white feet slightly, where there was a little bit of skin dandruff that had fallen from the branches.

The black dandruff on the tender and plump soles of the feet looked like a little ink on the snow-white canvas.

“I told you!

Whether it is under the table or in the gap against the wall.

Clean three times a day, and there must not be even a speck of dust.

Can you understand a little bit of what I mean?"

Rebuking inquiry.

This woman is no better than her daughter.

Her daughter dislikes Longchuan, and the woman named Takeda Takako plays the role of a strict hostess in front of Longchuan.

In this house of less than 200 square meters, she seemed like the emperor who was high above everyone else.

He inspects his residence every day and does not allow his 'servant' Longchuan Che to make any mistakes.

If Longchuan was really as she said, and had been taken care of by her for more than ten years, that would be fine.

But when he was retrieving his memory just now, Longchuan discovered a problem.

The woman in front of him acted condescendingly, as if she was scolding a parasite in the house.

But in Longchuan's memory when he was five years old, this place was clearly...
His house.

(End of this chapter)