The premise of breaking up in Tokyo

He appeared in this room 35 minutes later and changed his name to Katsuhiko Takenaka.

9:35pm.

Sheng Yan squatted down next to the small table, turned on the small table lamp, picked up the small mirror, and took turns holding up the ID photos, life photos, graduation photos, etc. on the table in front of his face, comparing himself to the mirror again and again.

If the person in the photo took off their glasses and got a short haircut, they would look exactly the same.

"This is unbelievable."

Katsuhiko muttered to himself, glancing back at the tatami mat behind him, then pulled open the small drawer again, taking out various items of varying value and dumping them on the floor…

The room he was in was a wooden apartment building, a typical Showa-era living space.

Tatami flooring, paper sliding doors, and wardrobes.

On the floor around him, there were manga books, game cartridges, videotapes, anime figures, female celebrity photo books, and scattered clothes, all with a distinctively Japanese feel from the 90s.

Behind him on the tatami mat was a set of humanoid costumes in a bondage pose.

It's a convenience store uniform, a combination of a blue and white striped shirt and black trousers.

At the collar of the blue and white shirt, there were two white socks that had been crumpled into balls. The socks were now loose and there were faint teeth marks on them.

Next to the socks was a pair of black-rimmed glasses with a broken leg.

The long sleeves of the shirt were tied behind the back, and a black tie was tied at the cuffs.

He was wearing black trousers with his legs tucked in, without a belt, and the front was ripped open, revealing a pair of gray underwear. The trouser legs were being tied together with a black leather belt.

There used to be someone inside the clothes, but now there isn't.

Katsuhiko found this quite novel as well.

I've traveled through time and found myself in a place exactly like myself. This person is baring his teeth and claws, yelling and screaming, grabbing all sorts of things and throwing them at me.

Who isn't afraid?

Katsuhiko's fear reacted instinctively, and he quickly knocked him down, pulled off his belt, tied him up, took off his socks, and gagged him...

incredible.

After subduing him, within half an hour, his body became ethereal and disappeared, while his own memories multiplied and thickened.

It's probably about time travel, duels, and substitution...

The extra memories are like compressed files; they can't be fully understood all at once. They need a trigger to decompress and release them layer by layer.

Seeing something is the only way to recall things related to it.

For example, seeing a bank card can remind me of the password I set back then.

Once you hold it in your hand, the value immediately comes to mind: 12500 yen.

Now that he's taken over, it's natural to learn about his new identity and see if he has any inescapable responsibilities or grievances... As long as it's not too difficult, we can accommodate him.

Single, living alone, and an only child, his only inescapable responsibility is to support his parents. His hometown is in Hokkaido; his parents are in their forties or fifties, farming and fishing... dark-skinned and quite healthy, though they are quite far from being able to climb mountains.

Make a call when you have a spare moment to let them know you're safe.

Regarding his regret: He felt remorse for not confessing his feelings to a girl named Kotoha Takahashi.

When I think about it, the image of that girl's smiling face will appear in my mind.

The memory is blurry: warm sunlight, blue sky, white clouds, green grass, and then a girl in a white dress, running and looking back, her long hair fluttering in the wind, her white teeth flashing in her smile, and her bright eyes. Nothing else.

Although he didn't know her exact appearance or figure, thanks to the filter of memory, Katsuhiko thought the girl was alright.

Then why not confess your feelings? Is it so hard to just open your mouth?

Katsuhiko couldn't understand why he couldn't even do something as simple as this.

If I ever run into Kotohata Takahashi, I can casually smooth over this unresolved issue with her, and while I'm at it, I can see if her smiling face is filtered or not...

As he thought of this, memories began to resurface in his mind, forming connections...

Sheng Yan's face stiffened, and he immediately pulled open the bottom drawer, where a festive red envelope was placed, with a letter underneath.

He picked up the red envelope and letter paper worth 9 yen, paused slightly, and then suddenly turned his head to look at the landscape calendar hanging on the wall.

The date April 29th is circled in red and has a note: Qinye is getting married.

That is, tomorrow.

"His mother's getting married, and you're still feeling resentful?!"

Sheng Yan threw the letter and red envelope on the ground, then stood with his hands on his hips, panting.

But after a while, he picked up the letter again, wanting to see what he had written.

The gist is: "The one who disappeared" is preparing to speak at the wedding, using self-deprecating humor to express his jealousy and anger to the groom, and then exaggerating his regret and remorse, taking the opportunity to confess to the bride, thus relieving his lingering resentment.

With a dark expression, Sheng Yan tossed the letter to the ground and continued rummaging through his things, trying to fill in the gaps in his memory.

Let whoever wants to do it do it; I'm not going to the wedding tomorrow. Giving a 9 yen dowry, are they planning to starve?

A recent graduate from Tunghai University pulls out his brand-new diploma.

Is it equivalent to a second-tier university?

In Japan in 93, academic qualifications had been severely devalued, and it was virtually impossible for someone with a second-tier university degree to find a satisfactory job.

"The one who disappeared" naturally didn't find a job either. He sent out resumes everywhere while playing games at home. In the evenings, he worked part-time at a convenience store.

Tucked inside the diploma was a group graduation photo. Looking at the unfamiliar faces, memories slowly began to unfold. Sheng Yan glanced at the square-faced boy one more time.

Kenta Watanabe is Kotoha's marriage partner.

Kenta was her roommate, and like her, they were unemployed upon graduation. However, Kenta's family owned a food processing plant, and he would return to inherit the family business after getting married…

Incidentally, Katsuhiko also thought of the apartment he was currently living in.

This was a place Kenta had rented before. Because he bought a house for his wedding and was preparing for the wedding, the landlord wouldn't refund the remaining month's rent, so he was given the place to live.

The monthly rent is about 120,000 yen. Even with a discount, it's still a considerable amount of money if you rent it out to someone else. This guy giving it away so readily is quite generous.

Katsuhiko picked up the red envelope worth 90,000 yen.

It turns out he was going to repay a favor, and incidentally, he wanted to play the clown, confess his love to his wife, and finally settle his grievances.

Don't you know your own financial situation?

When Katsuhiko tied him up, a label with a number popped into his mind: [Assets: -110000 yen].

The 9 yen was partly from cash withdrawals from nine credit cards.

As for what they did with them, just touch the game cartridges, anime figurines, records, comic books, and female celebrity photo albums scattered all over the floor, and you'll know; they're worth tens of thousands of yen.

In the coming years, a large number of people like this will stay at home and kill time. They practically support the entire Japanese anime and gaming industry.

Let's put aside matters of courtesy for now!

I won't be attending tomorrow's wedding, but I'll give a 1 yen red envelope as a token of my appreciation; that's acceptable.

With the remaining money, I went to Akihabara, Nipponbashi in Osaka, and secondhand markets to wholesale game cartridges and become a middleman.

Thinking of this, Sheng Yan picked up the red envelope and was about to put it in his pocket.

He touched his smooth thigh and was immediately stunned.

Oh, they came completely naked...