Daily life in Zongman

Afternoon: Playing games

Evening: Playing games

Hoshino Ai replied: "Really? Using your money to live such a lazy life, it's certainly very happy to think about it, but I can tell the difference between having enough food every day and not having enough every day. I still hope to be supported for a long time."

Type and ask: "How much favorability will I gain if I arrange my itinerary like this today?"

Hoshino Ai: "Ah~ Haru-kun, you're just going to try to improve your favorability right away. That's a bit embarrassing. If you do that, Ai-chan's favorability towards you will increase by 25 points, and your stress level will decrease by 25 points!"

Type: "Let's arrange it this way. Class starts. We'll talk tonight."

I also sent her a picture of the teacher walking into the classroom, an ordinary photo.

Then he didn't read the reply, turned off the phone and put it back on the desk.

At noon, I brought Glass to the activity room as usual to have lunch with Futaba, took pictures of lunch, and sent them out.

I received a picture reply, a photo of a game console with the caption: It’s so fun to play games.

Then he contacted Lucy the Mountain God and asked her about how to report the director of the orphanage who violated the rules. After confirming the reporting method and the evidence that needed to be collected, he found a private detective and issued a commission to collect evidence.

I arrived at the kendo hall as scheduled in the afternoon and met the head of the kendo club. This time I asked someone about his name in advance, so I knew his full name: Kanzaki Sama.

He walked over with a happy look on his face: "Minister Fujiwara, you are here today too. Does that mean you are somewhat confident?"

Fujiwara Haru motioned him to wait a moment.

He handed the phone to Glass: "Glass, take some photos for me later. Both of mine and photos of other Kendo Club members' activities."

Glass took the phone and responded softly: "Yeah, okay."

He looked at Kanzaki Sama without saying much. The two had made an appointment three days ago. If Fujiwara Haru came again today, they would have some chance to have a competition.

Fujiwara Haru wanted to confirm the specific level of the kendo he had learned in the apocalyptic world.

He doesn't want to be arrogant, nor does he want to belittle himself. He needs to have a correct view of his own strength so that he can fully display it when encountering danger.

"Please give me a bamboo sword."

"Use mine." Kanzaki Sama took the lead and walked towards the center of the venue. The members of the kendo club who heard his words on the roadside quickly walked towards the nearby wooden rack where his bamboo sword was.

"Use universal protective gear. If Minister Fujiwara is interested in continuing his study of kendo, he can have a custom set made for him."

"Thank you." After saying thank you, he put on the protective gear with the help of the team members, somewhat awkwardly.

Kanzaki Souma stood opposite: "Start?"

"Wait a moment." He stopped.

After accepting the bamboo sword handed over by the kendo club member and expressing his gratitude, he did some opening and closing calisthenics on the field to stretch his body.

Then he swung the knife, swung the knife, and swung the knife.

Familiar with the center of gravity of this bamboo sword and familiar with the protective gear on my body.

After more than ten minutes, he looked at Kanzaki Sama and said, "Please teach me."

"please."

The two came to the center of the field, saluted, and then waved at the instructor who was acting as the referee.

The competition has begun.

Ten seconds of silence, looking at each other, waiting for the opportunity.

Following the initial probing, he instantly took a step forward, exerting a burst of force, concentrating on the face.

Score!

Kanzaki Sama didn't say anything. After they separated, he became calmer.

After the initial test, Kanzaki instantly attacked in the face and blocked it.

The two men separated, silently testing each other, their bamboo swords facing each other.

Snapped.

It hit Kanzaki in the face again, and his hand, which was raised for defense, stopped in mid-air.

The two separated and continued to seize opportunities, test, and look for loopholes.

Kendo competitions seem so boring to outsiders. There are no fantasy elements in the sword moves, just simple and unpretentious moves to defeat the enemy.

After 90 seconds, the competition ended.

Kanzaki Sama stood there in silence for a long time. When Fujiwara Haru took off all his protective gear, he asked, "How long have you been practicing kendo?"

I looked at him and answered honestly, "About a month."

He remained silent until Fujiwara Haru returned the bamboo sword and was about to leave. He then walked up to him and said, "Fujiwara-kun, come and participate in the Jade Dragon Flag Tournament."

With some confusion, I chatted with him for a while and learned some things.

The Yulongqi National Tournament, similar to baseball's Koshien and high school basketball's national tournament, is the highest level of kendo competition.

The Yulongqi competition is typically held in the summer, with competitions divided into three groups: junior high school, high school, and university. Genders are separated, and the competition lasts for 15 days. This year, the Yulongqi competition was postponed to the winter due to the overhaul of the martial arts hall during the summer.

Kanzaki Samma earnestly invited: "Fujiwara-kun, you possess unparalleled kendo talent. Please be sure to join our team and participate in the Jade Dragon Flag Tournament together!"

After thinking for a while and confirming the time, he nodded: "Okay."

Kanzaki Samma continued, "With your talent, you will definitely be able to defeat everyone in the Jade Dragon Banner and win the championship! If you join, I can give you the position of general!"

Nodding: "Okay."

Kanzaki Souma was immersed in his own world: "Listen to me! You are undoubtedly a genius! You are a natural kendo master! Not joining the kendo club will only bury your talent. You should..."

"I said, okay." She patted his shoulder, waking him up from his own world.

Kanzaki Souma came back to his senses and was stunned for a moment: "Huh? You agreed?"

"Yes, I promised."

"That's not right. Shouldn't you have refused, and then I visited you three times and moved you with my sincerity before you came out? Why did you agree? This plot is wrong!"

"Huh? You've read too many comics, there shouldn't be so many twists and turns." He complained about the stupid Kanzaki Sama.

Kanzaki Souma looked confused. "Then why did Fujiwara-kun agree to this? As the head of the Homecoming Club, you should have refused such a troublesome request."

Fujiwara Haru was silent for a moment, then chose his words and spoke his mind honestly: "There are two reasons. First, it's a promise I made to myself: I want to live a wonderful and brilliant life. Second, I want to achieve more. Winning the Yulong Banner Competition is a very good achievement."

Looking at him, I responded seriously: "I will do my best to win the championship! Come on!"

As Kanzaki Souma muttered something like, "This isn't right, it's going too smoothly," he left the kendo club activity room with Glass.

I selected a few of the photos that Glass had just taken and sent them out.

I received a photo of a game console with the caption: Having fun playing games.

After meeting up with Futaba, the three of them discussed which house was better and which was worth visiting. However, it was more like Fujiwara Haru and Futaba discussing with each other than just the three of them, with Glass rarely speaking.

At night, after finishing some homework at home, I take photos and send them.

I received a photo of a game console with the caption: "Super happy playing games~"

Start arranging Hoshino Ai's affairs for tomorrow.

Morning: Sleep in + buy groceries and cook for yourself

Afternoon: Playing games

Evening: Playing games

"How much will my favorability score increase if I arrange my schedule like this tomorrow?"

I received a reply from Hoshino Ai: "Haru-kun is really active in improving your favorability. If we arrange it like this tomorrow, Ai-chan's favorability will increase by 20 points! The pressure value will be reduced by 20 points~"

Type: "Why is my impression 5 points lower than today? It shouldn't have increased more. Which option was deducted?"

Hoshino Ai: "It's harder to increase favorability as you progress. That's how it's set up. In the later stages, you might only get 0.1 favorability at a time."

Typing: "This game's numbers are terrible. They're not even smooth straight lines."

Hoshino Ai: "It's a terrible pay-to-win game. Customer service kindly reminds you: no refunds will be given after recharging for this game."

I typed and complained, "This is too bad. In this pay-to-win game, are there any powerful items in the store that I can get by spending money to quickly increase my favorability?"

Hoshino Ai: "Hey~ Haru-kun likes taking shortcuts. Actually, you don't need to brush up on your favorability. You just need to arrange for Ai-chan to go to your place tomorrow, and you can get a great experience!"

I typed a reply: "Although joking and chatting like this is nice, you still have to be a little careful. It's not good to overdo it. For the record: I'm not really trying to gain favor, nor do I want you to serve me, Ai-chan. I just want you to be happy, and by sharing my daily life, I hope you'll be interested in my life here."

Type: "This is my plan. As I said this morning, I will do my best to find a solution to your problem. Although it's a bit crude, I will gradually improve this plan. If you feel angry after seeing the photos, you can also tell me and I will find another method."

Hoshino Ai, who types very fast, never replied.

Type: "Finally, share a photo."

The photo shows a shrine under the starry sky. Under the vermilion torii, a young girl is bundling up her long hair. Her face is soft and gentle, and in front of her, a young boy is taking pictures with a camera.

Caption: School trip.

Turn off your phone and go to sleep.

After a long time, I received a reply.

A picture of playing games, with the caption: Playing games is so super fun!

106~107. The Contradictory Little Witch of Temptation and Purity

After discovering that Hoshino Ai was very resistant to going to school and had no good memories of school, Fujiwara Haru initially came up with a simple plan: to share his life at school with Hoshino Ai.

Let her know that her situation here is not the same as it was in the past, try to let her have a correct view of campus life, and it would be great if you can let her have some aspirations.

At the same time, during this time, let her rest well, eat and drink well, and stay in a good mood. This will prevent her from being overwhelmed by the negative emotions that come with reminiscing about the past. Also, tell her that if she feels uncomfortable or angry about this method, she can tell me directly and we will try another one.

However, she is still living in a rented house in Tokyo. A safer approach would be to let her live next to me to prevent Hoshino Ai from doing irrational things to the greatest extent possible.

Buy one more house, four in total.

Fujiwara Haru is not unaware of the value of money, he is just very clear that if he does something wrong, he must take responsibility. From his perspective, he destroyed Hoshino Ai's brilliant life, which is something that cannot be measured by money, so he is willing to do his best to make up for it.

Maybe I can't make her a shining star, but at least I can make her live a happy life.

During the morning break, I captured a scene from the next class. It seemed like someone from another class came up to Furumi and confessed their love for her. Furumi was so frightened that he couldn't say anything and froze in his tracks. The guy who confessed his love yelled, "I really like Furumi! Please give me a chance!"

Then the boy was taken down by Furumi's classmates: "Damn it, where did this bastard come from! Do you think you can touch Furumi-sama! Nishiuchi!"

It’s so lively, take some photos and send them to Hoshino Ai.

During the melee, he seemed to be looking for help, but ignored her. This guy who confessed with a coercive attitude must be severely punished, and Fujiwara Haru would not stop him.

I took a quiz in the last class of the morning. It was such a pain to do it that I secretly took a photo and sent it over. The caption read: "The pain of the final exam. I don't want to do the test."

I got a reply picture of Hoshino Ai in a supermarket, holding a bottle of drink: "I don't have to do any exercises or study, it's so comfortable, I'm having a drink to celebrate."

Not everything is good in school, so just be objective and share the good and the bad.

After the school bell rang at noon, I went to find Futaba for lunch as usual. When I opened the door, I found that she had lowered her head and was opening her lunch box.

"Excuse me, Futaba." He placed his lunch box on the table.

Futaba looked up, her expression calm, and didn't respond. She lowered her head and continued to work on her lunch box. Today's meal was the simplest tamagoyaki.

Together with Nitro, we put our dishes in the middle and prepared to share them.

Today's lunch was spent in silence after a few scattered conversations. Futaba didn't touch their food. After eating, everyone packed up their lunch boxes and cleaned the table.

The midday break was a bit noisy, and students' voices could occasionally be heard talking in the corridor, but in the laboratory, it remained silent.

Very quiet.

He walked behind Futaba, reached out, and held her in his arms.

I don't know what happened, but from the moment I opened the door and saw her, I vaguely realized that she was very sad, sad beyond words.

"Let go." It was a cold voice, but Futaba in his arms didn't struggle at all. In this situation, he was saying one thing and thinking another, right?

He didn't let go, but simply stood behind her and held her in his arms, hoping that she would feel better.

In the quiet activity room, there were some sobbing sounds. I wanted to reach out to comfort her, but found it was not convenient to hold her from behind.

Finally, after thinking for a while, he placed his hand on top of her head.

The sobbing became louder, and gradually stopped until she fell asleep in his arms.