Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

However, it is said that the store manager, Yuriko Matsumoto, owns an entire apartment building in Taito District, and receives a lot of rent every month. The rent of a convenience store is naturally not a problem for her.

Moreover, for a wealthy person like Yuriko Matsumoto, opening a convenience store in Higashio and becoming the store manager herself might just be a way to add some color to her boring life as a rich woman.

"Ding dong!"

The automatic sensor door made a slight sound.

The waiter at the cashier counter shouted reflexively: "Welcome..."

"Hey, it's Fujii!"

"Yuko-senpai, I'm here to take over."

Walking into the convenience store, Fujii Itsuki looked up at the woman at the front desk.

Yuko Sakura, a colleague who was on duty on the same day as him.

She just turned 20 this year and is a student at a nearby women's university.

Tuition fees at national universities in Japan are high. A slightly better national university costs upwards of 800,000 yen per year, and private universities are even more expensive, starting at 1 million yen. Ordinary families simply cannot afford it.

Therefore, many students in Japanese universities take out student loans while working part-time to earn money for their studies.

Yuko Sakura is one of them.

"You're almost half an hour later than usual. This is not like you at all." Sakura Yuko glanced at the screen of her mobile phone and said to Fujii Itsuki.

"Oh, sorry, I got delayed by something on the way."

In the past, Fujii Itsuki would always arrive for his shift ten minutes to half an hour early, but today he was unusually late.

"It's okay. There are still a few minutes before the end of get off work anyway."

"Go and change your clothes first."

Sakura Yuko said indifferently, and Fujii Itsuki nodded slightly and walked into the employee rest area behind the convenience store.

Taking off his casual jacket and changing into a rustic brown-green convenience store uniform, Fujii Itsuki put on a mask and a baseball cap, stuffed his clothes and schoolbag into the closet and locked it.

After doing all this, he left the rest area and walked towards the cashier counter of the convenience store.

Pick up the basket next to the cash register, which is filled with things that customers have given up on or that they found were out of their budget when checking out.

Fujii Itsuki needs to put them back on the shelves.

"Fujii, help me look after the front desk. I'm going to change my clothes."

"Oh, okay Yuko-senpai."

Chapter 9 Arrogant at first and respectful at the end

"Seunghye, one thousand yen."

"I'll help you put it up."

At the cashier counter, Fujii Itsuki paid the bill, put the radish and kelp for oden in a paper bag and handed it to the customer, then watched the other person leave.

Japan's "service industry" is famous throughout Asia, but behind the high standards and high requirements is the high-intensity exploitation of people working in the service industry.

Take Fujii Itsuki's job as a convenience store waiter, for example. During working hours, they are required to use the "standing and smiling" service. Whether they are part-time or full-time workers, they must stand at all times during their working hours and respond to all requests from customers.

In addition, due to the oppressive social environment in Japan, everyone is holding back a sense of frustration. In Japan, there is a convenience store every ten steps, so the convenience store clerk, a profession that can be seen everywhere in life, is in trouble and can easily become an outlet for everyone to vent. If they are dissatisfied, they will be complained by customers.

Fujii Itsuki was once harassed by an unscrupulous old lady.

The reason is: when you buy instant noodles, you get disposable chopsticks instead of a fork.

"Click——"

Just as Fujii Itsuki was boredly cooking oden in the rice cooker, Sakura Yuko pushed open the door of the staff lounge and walked out.

Her brown-green employee jacket has been replaced with a loose khaki windbreaker, and the white shirt underneath has also been changed into a knitted fur collar.

The rustic dark green short skirt had long been taken off, replaced by a pair of brown shorts that were not higher than the knees, revealing a pair of white and eye-catching legs.

Yuko Sakura was touching up her makeup with a small mirror in hand as she walked, with a black tote bag slung across her right arm. In the blink of an eye, she transformed from an ordinary convenience store clerk into a pure urban beauty.

"Yuko-senpai, you look so beautiful today."

"Do you have a date tonight?"

Fujii Itsuki looked at me and complimented me politely. Although I was thinking the same thing in my heart.

"No, I'm just dressing up casually..."

Sakura Yuko put away the small mirror, smiled and replied.

Women are creatures who love to be praised the most.

And for them, "praise" is time-sensitive.

If you praised her for her beauty yesterday morning, then at noon, evening, today, and tomorrow, she may repeat asking you the same question, "Am I beautiful?"

Because to them, different times, different outfits, and even the same words spoken by different people are all different.

It's much simpler for men.

If you compliment him on his good looks when he is 18, he will probably remember that comment even when he is .

"It's not a date. There's an orientation party for freshmen in the club. I'm the vice president, so I have to be there."

Being praised for her beauty by a handsome guy like Fujii Itsuki, Sakura Yuko was in a visibly good mood and revealed a lot at once.

Of course, there are some things in your heart that cannot be spoken out casually.

For example, she dressed so beautifully just to take advantage of the welcome party to hook up with rich men.

As long as she could successfully hook up with a rich man, her student loan could be easily paid off, and she wouldn't have to work so hard in a convenience store.

"I see. Then you go ahead and leave the store to me."

"OK Bye Bye!"

Yuko Sakura waved gently and stopped in front of the automatic sensor door of the convenience store.

She seemed to have thought of something suddenly, a trace of struggle flashed across her face, but she finally turned back.

"Um, Fujii, I wonder if you noticed..."

Sakura Yuko carried her bag across her shoulder, put her hands on the cashier counter, leaned forward, and her beautiful eyes with eye makeup stared straight at Fujii Itsuki.

"Huh? What?"

Hearing her words, Fujii Itsuki asked back subconsciously.

"That's right..." There was a hint of unnaturalness in Sakura Yuko's eyes, and she said with her pink lips slightly opened: "Fujii, the store manager seems to like you a little."

"what?!"

Yuko Sakura never stops saying something shocking.

Fujii Itsuki raised his eyebrows, and his face seemed to be full of question marks.

Manager Matsumoto?

Like me?!

A woman in her thirties with youthful and fair skin, a plump figure and full of charm unconsciously emerged in his mind - Yuriko Matsumoto.

"Yuko-senpai, this joke is not funny at all." Fujii Itsuki shook his head, looking like he didn't believe it.

Manager Matsumoto is almost 40 years old and has already started a family. His children may be older than him. How could he possibly like him, a college student who just enrolled?

Fujii Itsuki never had such unrealistic dreams as "being kept by a rich woman and reaching the peak of life".

He is a man who likes to do things by himself and has enough food and clothing.

"I'm just guessing. Women's sixth sense is usually quite accurate..." Sakura Yuko said with an evasive look.

"Okay, it's getting late. Bye Fujii, I'm going to get off work now."

"Well, be careful on the road, Yuko-senpai."

Fujii Itsuki withdrew his gaze and without thinking too much, continued to cook the oden in the rice cooker.

……

At nine o'clock in the evening, Fujii Itsuki handed over his shift to his colleagues who were working the night shift. After changing back into casual clothes in the lounge, he carried his bag to the tram station and took a private tram back to Minami-Senju.

Standing in front of the gate of Fujii's house holding a discounted lunch box, Fujii Itsuki subconsciously glanced at the garage.

Sure enough, Aunt Momonogi Eiko hadn't gotten off work yet.

"Click."

Pushing open the door and stepping into the entrance hall, Fujii Itsuki was just about to take off his shoes and put on slippers.

"call out--"

In the distance, a petite figure drifted and slid to kneel in front of him at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

"Onii-chan, you're back!"

Shimizu Ai knelt down in front of Fujii Itsuki obediently, took out his special slippers from the shoe box, and smiled brightly: "You've worked so hard for so long, please change your shoes."

Shimizu Ai placed the slippers at Fujii Itsuki's feet.

If a stranger saw this scene, he would think she was a good wife and mother, a Yamato Nadeshiko.

Fujii Itsuki's eyelids twitched, and after thinking for a long time, he uttered a few words: "...sick."

It makes people laugh when they think about it.

Isn't it obvious that Shimizu Ai is hiding something?

Fujii Itsuki's mocking voice made Shimizu Ai's cheeks twitch, but she still tried her best to maintain a smile and asked innocently, "What's wrong, Onii-chan, did Ai do anything wrong?"

"You damned scumbag, you actually called Ai a sick person!"

“Pah, pah, pah!”

"You are sick, your whole family is sick!"

She kept telling herself in her heart: No, now is not the time to turn hostile, I must make this bastard let down his guard against me!

"I didn't do anything wrong..."

Fujii Itsuki changed into his own slippers, and Shimizu Ai quickly helped him put his casual shoes into the shoe cabinet.

"But you disgust me."

Looking past the kneeling Shimizu Ai, Fujii Itsuki deliberately spoke to test the waters.

Shimizu Ai's expression froze and the movements of her hands also stopped.

The villain in my heart was like a rebel, shouting helplessly: Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Fujii Itsuki, Ai will definitely make you kneel down and apologize in front of me! ! ! !

Chapter 10 Fortunately I held back

"Om-"

Heat the discounted bento in the microwave.

Fujii Itsuki sat on the sofa in the living room, fiddling with his phone and waiting.

Shimizu Ai stood beside him, faithfully performing her duties like the head maid in a medieval European noble family, and would occasionally ask about his well-being.

"Onii-chan, are you thirsty? Ai Yi will go get you a glass of water."

"No, I'm afraid you'll poison the water."

"Then would you like Ai to peel an apple for you?"

"No, I'm afraid you'll poison the apple like the old witch in Snow White."

"Then Ai Yi will help you massage your legs and relax your body!"

"No, I'm afraid you'll..."

Fujii Itsuki raised his eyelids and said, "Please go ahead."

After getting the consent, Shimizu Ai immediately put on a sweet smile, sat next to Fujii Itsuki, and gently hit his thigh with her little fist.