The premise of breaking up in Tokyo

The clothes scattered on the floor were all decent; the only clean one was the convenience store uniform.

More than half an hour ago, "the one who disappeared" was sitting cross-legged in front of the game console, playing games while waiting to go to work.

After Sheng Yan suddenly appeared, he "fiercely" picked up the game console and smashed it against Sheng Yan, and now it's cracked.

At 9:40 PM, I clocked out at the convenience store at 10:00 PM.

I'm looking for a part-time job working the night shift. The hourly wage is 600 yen, and I get paid weekly. Today is Wednesday, and I've already worked two days. If I quit now, I'll have worked for nothing, so I might as well wait a week and then leave.

Sheng Yan didn't have time to tidy up the room anymore, so he grabbed his work clothes and put them on.

The clothes are much smaller now, and they feel tight on my body.

The cuffs were too short, past the wrists, so I had to button them up when doing chest expansion exercises; the trouser legs were too high, past the ankles, so I almost had to rip the crotch when squatting.

That's probably why I was able to beat him. Apart from having the same face, we're not even in the same league. I'm taller and stronger than him.

I wasn't wearing underwear; they were too small.

The black tie was already torn, so Katsuhiko just haphazardly wrapped it around his neck.

He then put all his bank cards and the 9 yen red envelope into his pocket, grabbed his house key, slipped on a pair of slippers that were a size too small, and went downstairs.

I just got a pair of hands, and I can tell their value just by touching them.

This is the function at least for now, so being a middleman is the most suitable option.

However, Sheng Yan still had some doubts and wanted to check it again with his eyes, so he inserted the bank card into the ATM on the street to verify it, and it was all correct.

The debts that "he disappeared" carried have now fallen on him. Aside from the 90,000 yen in cash in the red envelope and less than 20,000 yen in his savings card, his total debt is 220,000 yen.

It's alright, not much.

It's only a ten-minute walk from the 1K apartment in Okubo 2-chome to the store near the Sanchome Nursery School.

In late April, the night wind chasing after plastic bags was still a bit biting, and the drunken office workers leaning against cherry blossom trees and vomiting were all wearing thick coats.

Katsuhiko was only wearing two thin shirts, but he didn't feel too cold while jogging. However, a few black buttons on his chest had popped off and he couldn't find them in the dark.

FamilyMart convenience store.

Under the light green "GG" sign, a girl was standing at the door.

She pushed the glass door open with one hand, leaned half her body out of the door, and looked towards the intersection.

She was less than 1.6 meters tall, and her top was a slightly worn beige woolen trench coat with the hem hanging down to halfway down her thighs.

Below the hem of her dress was a half-exposed brown pleated skirt, the hem of which just past her knees fluttering in the wind, revealing a small section of her fair thighs. She wore white tights that just past her knees on her calves, and black leather shoes on her feet.

It was Kudo Sayuri, who was eager to get off work.

Students from a nearby women's university are already in their internships and will soon receive their graduation certificates, but no company will hire them, so they are working part-time here to make ends meet.

As he got closer, Katsuhiko could see her face clearly.

Her short, straight black hair with bangs, the neat ends just touching her shoulders, and her small, oval face could be covered with a single hand.

Because the night wind was blowing into the room, her little nose was a little red from the cold, and she kept stamping her feet. She looked anxious, and her eyes were almost brimming with tears.

She was supposed to move out of the school dormitory during her internship, but because she couldn't find a job and her part-time job wasn't enough to cover rent, she was still living in the dormitory.

The dormitory gate was locked at 10:00 AM sharp. It's 9:50 now, and she won't be able to get back in time.

Katsuhiko uncovered another piece of memory from the compressed file: "The Disappeared Him" ​​had made an agreement with Kudo Momoi to arrive thirty minutes early, and she would then pay the difference out of her own pocket.

"Takenaka-kun, didn't you say... uh?"

Before Xiaobaihe could finish speaking, her anxious expression suddenly froze. As if startled, she took a small step back, tilted her head back, and looked up and down with wide eyes, full of hesitation.

Katsuhiko is about 10 centimeters taller than "the one who disappeared". He has now taken off his glasses and his long hair has become a short haircut.

The work clothes he was wearing were several sizes too small, the tie was tied haphazardly, the shirt was bare-chested, the trousers were too short, exposing his entire ankle, and the cotton slippers on his feet were torn apart by his big feet, revealing his toes...

It doesn't look like anything good at all.

At this time, the gangs were still very rampant. Every few days, this convenience store would be harassed by people who would yell at them to pay protection money and then urinate in front of the store.

"What did I say?"

Katsuhiko opened the glass door, looked down at Sayuri, and said, "The agreed-upon 30 minutes early? It's him, not me."

"Are you... Katsuhiko Takenaka?" Sayuri's face was a little pale, and her eyes slowly turned away, staring blankly at the door.

Compared to the Katsuhiko Takenaka I remember, apart from his face, he looks nothing like him. The change is too great... Could he be his twin brother? He looks like he just finished a fight... Is he here to fill in?

"Nonsense." Katsuhiko walked straight to the shoe shelf.

I'm too lazy to imitate "the one who disappeared." Based on his face and memory, anyone would recognize him, especially since that guy just vanished without even taking his underwear with him.

I ate feed, got fast fitness, can't I have a second growth spurt?

Little Lily was terrified; her expression of wanting to run away but not daring to was so funny.

Sheng Yan walked to the back of the shelf, found a pair of cheap and comfortable work shoes, and then walked to the refrigerated cabinet in the fast food area, picked and chose a pasta box.

Little Lily was still standing at the door, hugging the brown bag to her chest.

Her flickering gaze kept shifting between the white landline phone behind the cashier, the red and blue police lights on the night street, and Sheng Yan.

When Sheng Yan turned his head to look, she quickly looked down, her eyes almost subconsciously glancing at the patrol car that was getting further and further away, with a hint of despair in them.

Sheng Yan deliberately walked past her and snorted in a nasal tone, startling her so much that she shrank back.

"Come and pay the bill."

"Okay...okay."

Xiaobaihe's small, oval face, which could be covered by a palm, grew paler and paler, and with a look of despair as if she were walking towards the execution ground, she went around to the cashier and shakily printed out the bill.

Sheng Yan suddenly slumped onto the cash register.

Little Lily collapsed to the ground with a thud, tilting her head back with her mouth wide open, tears welling up in her eyes, without making a sound.

Katsuhiko was somewhat taken aback. He had indeed intended to scare her a little, but he hadn't expected to frighten her like this. He felt rather embarrassed...

"I'll go take inventory."

Sheng Yan opened the drawer under the cashier, took out the inventory list, waved it above her head, and then walked towards the warehouse.

Every shift change requires an inventory check to prevent her from miscounting...

Fifteen minutes later, Katsuhiko finished browsing the warehouse and shelves and returned to the cashier.

Little Lily stood behind the cashier, clutching her shopping receipt, looking hesitant.

Sheng Yan placed the inventory list on the cashier's counter and said, "We're missing a pair of work shoes and a pasta box. You'll have to pay the difference."

"All right……"

Xiaobaihe gripped the shopping receipt tightly in her hand, and the ends of her straight, shoulder-length hair with bangs seemed to spiky up.