I really don't want to be reborn.

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Based on this year's prices, the usual amount given is 800...

What can 800 do?

Buy four packs of oranges at the station?

For him, teaching Chinese to Japanese people is actually the easiest job, since his soul is that of a true Chinese person and he has never forgotten the language of his hometown.

Some people who come from the countryside, no matter how old they are, always like to use "zan" (a respectful term for themselves or others), which is what is meant by "their accent remains unchanged even as their hair turns gray"...

Um, please ignore the "hair loss" if you're a seventeen-year-old girl.

If someone is a top student like Kyosuke, he could easily teach at a private tutoring center (training center) for Chinese students, helping international students still in language schools to take the college entrance exam, or helping undergraduates to take the graduate school entrance exam.

Yes, during his initial university days, he met a bunch of top students from Tokyo University. They all worked at the same private school, where their job was preparing lessons and teaching. The pay was quite good, and the time commitment wasn't too long.

Most importantly, salary!

Three thousand per hour!

It's not low—but unfortunately, Kyosuke Kosaka is just a high school student right now, without a diploma or anyone to introduce him to anyone. His resume may be very impressive, but who would believe it!

Therefore, this job is not for him at this stage.

By now it should be clear that Japanese high school students don't actually have many opportunities to earn money. They have to prioritize academic qualifications, consider their study time, and also take club activities into account.

For the average high school student, the only easy way to make money is probably by submitting articles.

(Writing (compensated dating) isn't easy either...)

The doorbell rang, waking up the person who was still sleeping in. Kyosuke got up groggily; he had fallen asleep around midnight last night while watching the "Monogatari Series".

"Um..."

Because of his incorrect sleeping posture, his shoulder is still very painful. After stretching his limbs a little, he slowly walked over to open the door.

Ding dong.

Ugh, so noisy.

"Here you are, just a moment..."

After a weak and listless reply, the person outside the door rang the doorbell repeatedly with great enthusiasm.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong~ Ding-dong... Ding-dong?"

Ok?

Is that so rude?

That probably isn't a black cat!

They're probably here to promote their newspapers.

After moving out, you'll encounter these annoying things. Before he moved out, whenever his father, Daisuke, went out to answer the door, the salespeople would usually stop coming.

"Is it my fault for not inheriting that menacing gangster face?" he joked to himself, trying to cheer himself up for the morning.

He was just about to open the door to argue with the newspaper salesman when he heard the clinking of keys coming from outside.

"..."

Still dressed in her uniform, a middle school student, still a gloomy girl with long, straight black hair, Ms. Gokou Ruri pushed open the door and looked at him.

Kyosuke stared at her speechlessly.

"W-what's wrong? Is there a problem?"

After asking the question, the girl continued to ring the doorbell: "Sorry, I thought you weren't awake, so I woke you up this way—and this ringtone is really nice."

"I think you're just here to play a prank."

"I didn't."

"You look so energetic, you seem to be having a great day, Kuroneko."

The black cat entered the house with her schoolbag, went straight to the kitchen, and naturally took an apron and tied it on—but before tying the apron, she suddenly jumped in front of Kyosuke and spun around.

"What...what do you mean?"

The girl asked without any shame, "Do you think I look better in a uniform or in cosplay?"

"Um……"

As Eileen Chang once said, for those who cannot speak, clothing is a language, a miniature drama carried with them.

The black cat was probably in a rare good mood at this moment, so he was in the mood to joke with him. However, while admiring the petite girl's innocent beauty, he suddenly noticed something.

"Huh? What's that thing you're wearing on your head?"

"Oh, did you notice?"

The black cat lowered her head, a little smug and a little shy, revealing a pair of barely noticeable cat ear hair ornaments that matched her hair color...

have to say.

So cute!

Even he, the patient, was immediately struck by how cute the cat ears were, and how perfectly they suited the black cat. He resisted the urge to touch and rub them: "This, you probably didn't sew it yourself."

"Hmph, it was your sister who bought it for me."

Expected.

"She said she wanted to repay me for helping take care of you, so she bought this."

Kyosuke diligently tied an apron on her: "Yes, it suits you very well. Although I always say that Kirino is stupid, she did something smart this time."

The black cat wore that strange expression again, one of being happy but not really happy. Kyosuke knew what she was feeling; his way of getting along with his sister was different from that of other ordinary friends.

This girl genuinely considers Kirino a friend.

Because only close friends and family can tolerate any arrogance and bad temper, Kyosuke was happy about this friendship, so he was in a great mood, so good that he even tapped his bowl with his chopsticks to play a reasonably pleasant percussion tune.

"Let's eat."

The black cat seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, arranging the chopsticks on the corner of the table one by one, with their ends aligned and evenly spaced: "I'm going to class."

The gentle boy waved to her: "Be careful on the road, Xiao Hei."

The petite girl sniffed in disgust: "You jerk, you haven't said anything yet, how many days has it been since you last took a shower?"

Actually, he's not really in a good condition to take a bath right now, but it's fine to take one at noon, since the yang energy is strongest at noon, making it less likely for him to catch a cold again.

"Alright alright."

Kyosuke spent the entire morning brainstorming ideas for the short story he had to submit next week. Getting stuck in a rut was a painful experience, and he spent the whole morning in agony, planning to take a shower at noon to calm down.

Surrounded by warm water from top to bottom, he felt no cold. He touched his face and felt that the lines were still stiff. He rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, as if trying to wash away the fatigue. Then he sat on the stool and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a chill unexpectedly stimulated his nerves. Kyosuke struggled to convince himself to open his eyes. The water was still flowing, but it was no longer warm, and his body had completely cooled down.

"How capricious is this landlord's water heater? Turning it off now would be a death sentence!"

At that moment, the doorbell rang again.

"Wait a mininute!"

The mirror was covered in fog. He vigorously wiped his hair and the water droplets off the mirror, looking at his face and thinking about what his expression was when he first met Kasumigaoka Utaha.

My mind went completely blank.

So long ago he couldn't remember, but as the doorbell rang incessantly, he hurriedly wrapped the best towel in the house around his waist and opened the door.

The moment the door opened, Kazaoka Asami's furrowed brows immediately relaxed to both sides, and her big eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"You...you scoundrel!"

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Black cat's ears...

Um, I'd like to eat some rabbit to supplement my nutrition. How about I give you a lot of razor blades as a reward?

I'm so tired.

The following is a story about a shady deal with my wife.

The synopsis of the new book by the famous "Cute Girl" author, "Loli Chess Master @ Breeding Plan," is as follows:

"Xiuxiu, please sit down!"

"Okay, okay!"

"Come on, please repeat after me: ☆ 'My favorite senior sister is...'"

—The senior sister (full of scheming) pointed gently and kindly at the writing board.