Daily life in Zongman

Perhaps, Sister Shen Dong was not as perfect as I imagined from the beginning. She was just an ordinary sister from beginning to end, and everything was just over-beautified in my mind.

How to get along?

Fujiwara Haru stood at the intersection, looking at the red light, waiting for it to flash.

The red light turned green, he started walking again, and made a decision in his heart.

It's the same as usual, just be a little more careful and don't be hypnotized again.

Fujiwara Haru chose to take sides.

Even though he already knew that Yukino Shinfuyu would do something extremely bad, even though he knew that he couldn't completely trust this lustful sister, he still decided not to take too many precautions, not to punish her, and didn't even think about telling her not to do it.

Xue Nori is in the depths of winter and is still the first in his heart.

It’s just that in daily life, I will pay a little more attention and no longer give 100% trust. I will pay a little more attention and no longer be hypnotized.

Five years ago, Katsura Manami had judged that if she adopted Fujiwara Haru, even if he couldn't become the heir, he would be an absolutely loyal assistant. Her judgment was absolutely correct. Fujiwara Haru's education made him not forgetful and also made him value feelings.

He has a clear preference for Yukino Shinfuyu, who raised him, educated him, and also loved him.

Fujiwara Haru took a deep breath, exhaled, put aside his thoughts about Yukino Fuyuki, and started thinking about another thing: how he should behave in the future.

Logically speaking, after the hypnosis is lifted, there will be no such thoughts, and you can just return to your daily life. Your behavior will naturally return to what it was before and will no longer be so arbitrary.

However, Fujiwara Haru discovered that he actually felt more relaxed in the hypnotic state.

He somewhat, no, quite liked the feeling of being free and unrestrained. He realized that when he was in the zombie world, he was indeed more relaxed and natural, happier and more joyful.

It is a kind of pleasant and relaxing feeling where you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, and you can do whatever you want.

In the zombie world, he saved people when he wanted to, and killed Shido Koichi when he wanted to. Afterwards, he also thought that he was just usurping power and his crime was not punishable by death. The answer in his mind was simple and direct: he wanted to bully Futaba Rio and kill him.

Fujiwara Haru feels disappointed and ashamed of himself for wanting to do whatever he wants, but at the same time, he really wants to continue doing whatever he wants.

This is his contradiction, his entanglement, and his hesitation about how to act in the future.

When the shackles that bound the overlord are unlocked, when he walks out of the cage, when he feels the breath of freedom, when he knows for sure that he can rule the whole world, will he still be willing to be bound again?

No one knows.

Under the night sky with a waning moon, Fujiwara Haru wandered on the street, thinking about his future and how he should treat people and things.

The night wind picked up, its whirring sound unsettling him. Perhaps it was his mind, tangled between the conflicting desires of self-discipline and observance of propriety and the need to follow his own will, that had robbed him of his former decisiveness. He had certainly studied Confucius's teachings, but learning and understanding were two different things.

Late at night, the people living along the street have all turned off their lights and gone to sleep, leaving only a few cats walking along the courtyard walls. Occasionally, they would dart under the trumpet-shaped streetlights, then disappear in a flash, leaving only their shadows.

Wandering around the city streets, he walked into an alley and came to a lighted store.

A familiar feeling made him stop.

Fujiwara Haru looked up and took a closer look. The shop had a lighted sign, indicating it was open for business. There was no shop name, only two strips of cloth hanging at the door with the words "Shokudo" written on them.

He has been here.

After thinking for so long without any results, he decided to eat something first. This time, Fujiwara Haru walked in alone.

Lifting the door curtain, I was greeted by a concave-shaped table. Outside the concave, guests ate, while inside, the owner prepared the food. The decor was minimal: a potted plant in the corner, a clock across from the door, and two murals on the wall, one of which depicted an underground concert poster.

The poster has been redesigned, featuring three beautiful girls with their own unique styles. They each strike a pose, showcasing their youthful energy. Their team name, "C Komachi," is displayed in the lower right corner.

There was still no one in the store this time. The boss greeted: "Welcome, what would you like to eat?"

Sitting in a familiar yet unfamiliar seat, looking at the boss who had many more wrinkles in front of him, he was silent for a while, then said what he wanted to eat: "One serving of crab roe and Dakura wine."

The boss did not start cooking directly, but asked: "Guest, you are under 20 years old, right?"

"Don't I look like one?"

"You're definitely tall enough. You're the tallest guest I've ever seen, but your face doesn't look like him at all. But the most important thing is, I know you, and after some calculations, you're definitely not old enough to drink right now."

Fujiwara Haru was a little surprised. If he remembered correctly, the last time he was here was five years ago. Could anyone really remember a customer they had met a few times five years ago?

The boss looked at the surprised boy and said cheerfully, "If I remember correctly, you are Fujiwara-san."

"I didn't tell you my name last time I came."

"You didn't eat crab roe the last time you came."

"I want to eat and drink this time."

The boss was silent for a while, and without asking the reason, took out the blue crab.

Neither of them spoke in the store. The boss quietly cleaned the crabs, disassembled them, took out the crab roe, and then lit a fire.

The oil sizzled in the wok, and the boss spoke again, "Two years ago, your appearance hadn't changed much. I saw the TV report about you winning the kendo championship, and that's when I learned your name. You've changed now, but if I look closely, I can still tell you're different."

"Ah."

He responded briefly to show that he understood, then looked at the pot and continued to worry about the previous problem.

The boss didn't say anything else. He could see that the boy in front of him didn't want to talk much.

The clock on the wall began ticking, the stove went out, and a portion of crab roe was placed in front of him, along with a glass of "drink".

I looked at the boss, who was cleaning the pots.

He put his hands together, finished the ceremony, and picked up the chopsticks.

After picking up a small portion of crab roe and putting it into your mouth, the delicious taste is particularly good.

He picked up the drink and took a sip. The slightly warm temperature and spicy taste made Fujiwara Haru feel a little uncomfortable as it was his first time tasting it.

Pick up the crab roe and take a sip of tea, repeating this process until you have finished all the crab roe and tea.

“Very delicious.”

"Thanks for the compliment."

The two had a brief exchange.

When Fujiwara Haru took out his wallet and prepared to pay the bill, he found a small box in front of him.

He looked up and confirmed that it was the boss who handed it to him. With a smile on his face, he explained: "Someone asked me to pass this gift on to you when you come of age. But I think now is also a good time, as you might need it."

The boss had been running a late-night restaurant for decades and had seen many people and things. When Fujiwara Haru walked in, he noticed that the boy in front of him was struggling and hesitating.

Fujiwara Haru ordered crab roe and okura, which further confirmed his guess.

And this gift, he thought, should be of some help.

It was a gift from five years ago.

Fujiwara Haru opened the box. There weren't many things inside, only two.

A note, a bullet.

Opening the note, there was a short sentence on it: "Have a clear conscience and be yourself."

As for the bullet, when I picked it up, I found that it was in very good condition and could be used as soon as it was loaded.

I had already guessed who sent the gift, so I looked at the boss and asked for confirmation: "Uncle Daliang?"

The boss smiled and said, "Yes, it's him."

He leaned against the bar, reminiscing: "That guy ate my free meal and was taken away by the police. Calculating the time, he still has fifteen years to come out and pay me back."

"I'll pay for him."

"That won't work."

The boss refused: "That was the agreement between him and me."

Fujiwara Haru didn't insist any longer.

He picked up the bullet, stroked it, and opened the note again.

Whispering softly: "Have a clear conscience and be yourself..."

The boss watched, and after confirming that he had been helpful, he relaxed. He didn't ask what the problem was, nor did he ask what was holding him back. Sometimes, all you need is guidance, and people will find their way out of it.

What traps people is never things, but emotions.

"Boss, another serving of seafood porridge."

"okay."

"There aren't many people in your store."

Fujiwara Haru started talking more.

"Yeah, it's already very few. You're my third customer this week."

"That sounds kind of bad."

"But it's a good thing. The fewer people coming late at night, the better. I originally opened this shop thinking..."

Under the moonlight, in the alley, the late-night restaurant has regained a bit of life after a long time. Perhaps it will close down soon due to lack of customers.

However, I believe that this boss who keeps his promise will open another daily canteen during the day.

Until the person he was waiting for showed up and returned the money he had spent on the meal.

Chapter 305: Chito Isuzu is no longer arrogant.

He pushed the door open, walked in slowly without saying a word or making any sound.

It's very late now. After leaving the late-night restaurant, I returned home around three in the morning. I think Sister Shendong has already fallen asleep.

Walking into the living room, which had a few nightlights on, I found that it was indeed the case. Shen Dong was lying on the sofa, her hands drooping to the side, and a book had fallen on the floor. She must have fallen asleep while reading and waiting.

He picked up the book on the ground, dusted it off and put it aside. Then he bent down and picked up Sister Shendong like a princess, preparing to put her back in the bedroom.

The lovely girl in my arms woke up a little confusedly, stared up at me for a while, then tucked her head into my arms, rubbed it for a while, and murmured: "Brother... welcome home..."

"Well, I'm back."

After a brief response, he carried her back to the bedroom and put her on the bed. When he wanted to leave, his hand was grabbed.

Looking at her pleading expression, he patted the back of her hand.

After she let go, she closed the bedroom door, then the curtains, which she also pulled.

The room became completely dim. It had been a long time since I last slept with Sister Shendong, and neither of us did anything.

When I woke up in the morning, I found her curled up in my arms, her long light blue hair scattered on the bed behind her, covering most of it.

He reached out and lifted some of the hair on the side of her face, then kissed her cheek lightly, got up, washed up and started his morning run.

Facing the rising sun, my body and mind gradually become active.

Fujiwara Haru began to recall what he was doing before entering the zombie world, and to confirm whether there was anything urgent to do afterwards.

First of all, I have to go to school. Summer vacation is still a month away, so unless there is an emergency, I still have to go to school from Monday to Friday. Today is Saturday, and I have to go to class as usual the day after tomorrow.

Of course, you can choose not to study, but then there's nothing else to do. Going to school is nice because you can chat with friends and spend time there. A peaceful daily routine is also nice.

As for the Amagi Brilliant Amusement Park, Fujiwara Haru recalled and confirmed that the park was still 7.31 short of its target of 50 guests by the end of its operations on July 13st, with 39 days remaining. Based on the 11 guests it had already attracted in the previous 9 days, it was considered completely safe.

There is no problem in completing the gambling contract, so the only thing left to deal with is the outstanding debt in the contract, which amounts to hundreds of billions of yuan.

Fujiwara Haru still remembered that when he helped Princess Latifah break the curse, he had practiced beforehand. At that time, he had saved the actual leader of the Murasaki Group, one of the four major financial groups. He wanted to express his gratitude through the Yuki Onna Clan and initially offered a 100 billion. Yukisha was helping to handle this matter.

If the situation there is not resolved in the end, he still has the hundred tons of gold in his storage bracelet, which he can simply sell to pay off his debts.

After running around and returning home, I found Sister Shendong making breakfast.

A long home gown, followed by only a scarf. It can't be called a naked apron, but it is quite tempting.

Hug her from behind, do what you want, and have a pleasant breakfast time.

I arrived at the amusement park before nine o'clock and went to the Red Maple Castle to see the little princess. In reality, when we parted the day before yesterday, I promised her that I would visit her the day after tomorrow. The day after the day before yesterday is today.

He knocked on the door and made a sound to indicate that it was not Qiandou outside: "Good morning."

"Mr. Fujiwara, please come in."

The princess's joyful voice came from inside the door.

When I pushed the door open and walked in, I found Latifah sitting in front of the dressing table, and the maid was helping her tidy up her appearance and do her hair.

After standing aside and waiting for a while, the maid finished combing her hair, bowed and left, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Latifah, with her eyes covered with a white ribbon, sat on a chair. She turned around according to the sensation, opened her arms, and waited with joy on her face.

In response to her expectation, he put his hand under her armpit, lifted the very light little princess into the air, raised her high and threw her lightly, letting her slightly slip out of his palm, and then caught her steadily.