Daily life in Zongman

I am worried about having to deal with one or two red exclamation mark incidents a week. Although there will be a countdown reminder in advance, I am still a little worried. It would be best if it can be sent back safely.

How to deal with it...

Let's move. It's time to move again. I can buy a great house for Shendong to live in permanently. Then I can buy two more houses for Futaba and Nishimiya, one each. The three of us can live together and solve the problem of going home after school.

As for the funds for buying a house, you can sell all your gold bricks and jewelry, and the money should be more than enough.

The gold bars Fujiwara Haru brought back were of standard weight, one kilogram each. Based on the purchase price he'd found during his morning break, one bar could fetch 510 million yen. He had ten bars, so a rough calculation showed the gold bars alone could fetch 5100 million yen.

Then there are jewelry. Good quality natural jade, natural ruby and other jewelry have very high auction prices. He looked at the disclosed auction prices and found that a piece of jewelry could be sold for five or six million US dollars, which is equivalent to 8 million to 9 million yen when converted into Japanese yen.

He brought back the most jewelry, with about fifty or sixty pieces remaining. Logically, the treasures of a massive, multi-layered city in the apocalyptic world would be of the highest quality, both in terms of craftsmanship. They should fetch a high price, a price not publicly disclosed for top-tier jewelry.

However, the auction seems to require an appraisal certificate and the source of the item, so I'll have to ask Shen Dong to contact Xue Sha to handle this. In the past, we occasionally talked about Shen Dong's family. She said that she was a marginal figure in the Xue Nu clan, but she could still apply for some family help and handle some simple matters.

As for whether it will bring trouble or danger, just trust in the gods.

Oh, and regarding the third gift from God, he noticed some changes in the world. For example, the song "Heaven's Lost Property", which he had only remembered from his previous life, now existed in reality, and there were also some songs that he felt familiar with.

Now the only thing left to look at is the computer.

After talking to Sister Shendong about selling gold brick jewelry, Fujiwara Haru picked out a few particularly beautiful pieces of jewelry, preparing to use them as gifts in the future, and took them back to her room.

The sheets and mattress in the room were very clean and had not been changed. It was Sister Shendong's bedroom that was soiled last night. The two took another shower and then returned to his bedroom to sleep.

Turn on your computer and check the newly added icons on your computer.

A silver-white circle with an icon of what appears to be two hands clasped together in the middle, and its name is - Overwatch.

There is also a new txt document, open it.

The first line of the txt: "This is the 2016 version of Overwatch from your original world. Mom will do her best to make this world a better place. This game will not be affected by LGBT issues, nor will it have competitive gameplay. The anti-cheating system is powerful, and the update rate is once every two months. It's stable and fun. Good children~ Good children~ Have fun~"

The second line of the txt: "The osmanthus cake is delicious, the pendant is beautiful, and I like the bouquet very much. Mom is very happy. Good night~ Mom is asleep~"

Fujiwara Haru, whose memory of Overwatch hasn't recovered yet, simply sighed, "It's a new game that looks really fun. God is so kind."

Open the game, log in, match, and enter the game selection interface.

Teammate (Hanzo): "Your head will find my arrow, random arrow technique, activate!"

Teammate (Genji): "竜人の剣を喰え!" (Transliteration: Some guy pulled my pants chain!)

Type: "I'm new to the game, what should I choose?"

Teammate (Pharah): "Choose Mercy, fly with me, follow my commands, and lie down!"

Fujiwara Haru chose the angel and started tonight's gaming journey.

He was having fun until the alarm clock rang, reminding him that it was time to go to bed. Then he came to his senses and realized that he had been playing games for so long that he even forgot to go for a night run.

I resisted the urge to play another round, turned off the computer, went to the living room, opened the refrigerator to find milk, and prepared to drink it, wash up, and go to bed.

I found today's milk, took a sip, and felt that the taste was different from before.

He smacked his lips and lifted the glass bottle to examine it. It seemed to be even whiter than before. It tasted refreshingly sweet and delicious, and as he drank it, he could clearly feel a slight warmth seeping into his body.

The warmth was somewhat similar to the warmth he felt from the magatama on his waist.

After returning home these past two days, Fujiwara Haru kept feeling some strange things. Combined with the news that the gods had told him that he would be able to practice cultivation next year, he guessed that it was because his body had matured and he was gradually able to sense spiritual energy and demonic energy.

Magatama is good for the body, so it contains positive spiritual energy? The milk I drank today also contained it, and I felt very comfortable after drinking it.

So this bottle is the latest order from Sister Shendong. Is it milk produced by the cow demon or other female demons?

Just ask Sister Shendong tomorrow and you’ll know.

He gulped it down, burped, licked his lips, put the bottle back, and closed the refrigerator door.

I found a sticky note on the refrigerator door. It should be the ingredients that Sister Shendong stocked up on at the supermarket next Monday. This note can roughly tell me what dishes I will eat next week.

But now we have gourmet tablecloths, why is Sister Shendong still writing sticky notes? Look at what she wrote.

Oysters, sea cucumbers, dried shrimps, eggs, leeks, wolfberries, yam, ginseng, old hens, and beef.

I see. There should be seafood porridge and a new variety of old hen soup next week. I wonder what food videos Sister Shendong watched again.

Fujiwara Haru, who had a built-in beautifying filter, didn't notice anything unusual and just brushed her teeth and went to sleep.

---the next day---

early morning.

"Sister Shen Dong, you can use the gourmet tablecloth to make breakfast, so you don't have to go through so much trouble every day."

"Sister, you love cooking. And seeing Qingjun eat all the food I make is really satisfying. If you want to eat anything, just tell me. I'll buy the ingredients and cook it for you next week. Please don't use it, okay?"

"it is good."

I agreed. In fact, I also felt that the food cooked by Sister Shendong was more palatable.

The gourmet tablecloth was sealed.

in the afternoon.

Yukino was at home in the middle of winter, watching TV and learning new dishes when the doorbell rang.

She sensed a chilly breath outside the door and confirmed that it was one of her few (and only) good friends - Xuesha.

Xuesha walked in, still frowning slightly: "Is it too hot here?"

She noticed the air conditioner: "Aren't you hot?"

Yukino felt fine in the middle of winter, she had already adapted to the temperature.

Xuesha sighed: "Mother's love is so great, but you never know when it will change."

Xue No Shen Dong pursed her lips and didn't reply.

Xuesha took out the documents and said businesslikely, "I heard you have a batch of heirlooms for sale?"

Xue No Shen Dong was a little confused: "No, it's just a coincidence."

Xuesha interrupted, "I heard you have a collection of ancestral heirlooms for sale?"

She stared at Yukino Shindong. Yukino Shindong was not good at communicating with others. She realized belatedly that Xuesha seemed to be helping her.

After spending a lot of time following the other party's pace, Xue No Shendong finally decided on a plan to sell gold bars and auction jewelry.

Before Xuesha was about to leave, she hesitated and asked softly, "Um, Xuesha..."

"What's wrong? Just tell me if you have something to say. I can take a 1% service fee from you. You can become rich overnight. I will agree to anything you say now."

Yukino Shindong hesitated for a moment and asked softly, "Well, that's right...my younger brother has grown a year older due to some things recently. Can I change his age?"

Xuesha looked at her and was silent for a while: "How old is he now?"

"Actually, I'm 15."

"I understand, he's only 14 years old... Yukino, Yukino, he's only 14 years old, and you're thinking of doing that? Not to mention breaking the law, he could really die! You have to hold back!"

"It's not that, no, Xuesha, you misunderstood, I don't want to do that."

Xuesha sighed: "How can I not understand? I've seen it a lot. If you don't want to be a widow, my advice is to endure it."

"No..." Yukino defended palely. She wanted to say that she definitely didn't have that kind of thought, but she couldn't say it.

Xuesha looked at her, hesitated for a moment, opened her briefcase and searched: "I've seen some people who had problems after enduring too long recently. If you endure until adulthood, the ending may be even worse..."

She took out a bottle of pills and said, "I just bought this for my husband. One pill per night. After using this, you can take a small amount. You must control yourself, Xueno. You can't take it for too many days in a row. If the child is so young, it will really get into trouble."

"As for your age, I'll change it to 16. You must exercise restraint, okay? Don't be too indulgent."

Yukino Shindong moved her lips, said nothing, and lowered her head to take the medicine bottle.

Xuesha changed her shoes at the entrance: "If you need anything, contact me. See you later."

"Goodbye."

Hearing the door closing, Yukino Shindong instantly raised her head and began to look at the instructions for the pills.

The dosage for children is different from that for adults, right? I need to look into it carefully.

90~91. Fulfill all your wishes, My Master.

It’s been a long time since I last returned to campus life. Today is Thursday. I have one more day of classes tomorrow and then I can have two days off to have fun.

However, after just returning from the apocalyptic world, Fujiwara Haru found that he actually began to like attending classes. He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity that he had not felt for a long time. He felt that he might be sick.

At noon, I took Glass to see Futaba for lunch and went straight to the activity room, just in time to see her opening the door and walking in.

"Futaba,"

After calling her, Futaba looked back and walked in without closing the door.

After following her in, I saw her full front face and discovered that Futaba had her hair loose and was wearing glasses, returning to her previous image.

I was a little curious about why she was wearing glasses again. When I was about to ask, I realized there might be a reason...

Fujiwara Haru, whose emotional intelligence has improved a lot, realized that if he asked, Futaba might be embarrassed and angry, and then he would be called a "pig-headed idiot" again. Well, he was smart and decisively chose to give up asking, just looking at her a few more times, after all, Futaba was quite beautiful with glasses.

Futaba Rio felt the gaze and looked up from where she was opening her lunch box. Then she lowered her head and said calmly, "When doing experiments, liquids may splash occasionally. Wearing plain glasses can effectively protect your eyes."

Is it tsundere?

Guessing, thinking, and being sure, it is tsundere.

cute.

But how should I respond at this time...Would it embarrass her if I said that I didn't actually notice the glasses?

While thinking, he opened his lunch box and heard Futaba's calm voice again, but this time it was a little faster: "Plain glasses can also block wind and sand, insects, ultraviolet rays, infrared rays and blue light in daily life, which can further prevent myopia. I recommend that you wear one."

I felt like Futaba would get embarrassed and angry if I didn't say anything, so after thinking for a while I decided to just say what I was thinking: "It's pretty. Futaba looks very beautiful with glasses."

Futaba Rio was quiet, lowering her head and not looking over.

Put your own food box in the middle, share it with everyone, put your hands together and say: "I'm eating~"

It was a pleasant lunch time, and today I discovered the cute side of Futaba Tsundere.

After school in the afternoon, I didn't go home directly. Instead, I came to the kendo club's activity venue. Futaba said she had to do club activities and didn't come with me, so I only brought Glass with me. The two of them found a corner and sat next to each other to watch.

Fujiwara Haru was curious about his kendo level after a month of self-study. He wanted to confirm whether he could be considered a beginner, so he came to observe and confirm.

There are many members in the kendo club. He had helped the club leader beat up some thugs outside the school before, so they had some relationship. The two of them knew each other. After he saw Fujiwara Haru from a distance, he walked over and chatted with him.

"It's really rare. The well-known head of the home club, Fujiwara, has come to the Kendo Club. What? Do you want to join our Kendo Club?"

"What do you mean by the head of the Homecoming Club, known to everyone in the school? I had no idea I was the head of such a strange club!"

"Don't you know it yourself? Many people in school who haven't joined any clubs, when invited to join one, will say: 'I have joined Minister Fujiwara's Return Home Club, and I am a devout member of the Return Home Club.'"

"They're using me as a shield. I don't just go home after school. Sometimes I even go to the playground to run, okay? And they don't even give me club funding. These people should be kicked out of the club!"

The Kendo Club leader smiled happily: "Do you want to join the Kendo Club? If we merge it with the Homecoming Club, we will be the largest club in the school."

"No, no, I think the Minister of the Home Department is quite suitable for me. I will be the Minister of the Home Department."

"So, what brings you here today, Minister Fujiwara?"

"I practiced swordplay at home for a while, and wanted to see what level I'm at."

"Oh? Then let's practice together?"

"You want to bully me, right? I'm still a newbie who knows nothing, and you want to beat me up. That's too much."

“Actual combat is the best way to test standards.”

"No, I'll watch for two days. If I'm too bad, I won't come on the third day. I don't want to get beaten up by you after I go up. That would be too embarrassing."

"If I remember correctly, you're better at fighting than me. Didn't you knock down three more people than me last time? Don't worry, you'll definitely win this time."

"You have bad intentions. A kendo competition is a kendo competition, and a fight is a fight. If I go up there, I might be disqualified just because I took my left foot first. No, no, no, I won't fight you today no matter what."

"Then the day after tomorrow?"

"There's no school the day after tomorrow, Saturday! How badly do you want to beat me up!"

"Okay, Chief Fujiwara, remember to come next Monday. All members of the Kendo Club are waiting for your arrival."

"I didn't say I had to come! I just wanted to see for a while. If I find myself too bad, I'll immediately use my Homecoming Club Director skill next Monday and go home after school."