Tokyo: Starting with a fake boyfriend

Theoretically speaking, the request to impersonate a boyfriend has been successfully completed, but Shiratori Osamu shook his head when he thought about the specific requirements of the perfect world line.

When a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength.

It wasn't that he insisted on living with Yamabuki Minami, but they had worked so hard to build up such a great advantage, and they couldn't afford to lose it all.

"it is good."

Upon hearing this, Minami Yamabuki realized that he would be spending the night at home. His cheeks flushed instantly, and he felt extremely embarrassed. He lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers. After much hesitation and agonizing, he finally nodded.

They had agreed to go all out on the act back at the internet cafe. To make sure their father believed it even if he didn't, they were definitely going to sleep in the same room tonight.

Chapter 19 Xiangbu House

After agreeing on the arrangements for spending the night together, the room fell silent.

Because Minami Yamabuki seemed very shy, Osamu Shiratori was a little embarrassed by her.

"I'm going to play on my phone, you can do whatever you want."

Shiratori Osamu scratched his head and walked towards the beanbag chair against the wall in the room.

"Then I'll go do my homework."

Minami Yamabuki nodded, remembering that she hadn't finished her homework for the day.

Walking up to the beanbag chair, Shiratori Osamu plopped down and took out his phone to start playing.

As soon as he woke up the screen, he saw a message from a friend on Line whose contact name was Shinonome Mizuki (who works as a teacher).

Noticing this, Shiratori Osamu double-clicked the notification in the notification bar, and the page redirected.

He opened the chat interface and started scrolling up.

"Shiratori-kun, why didn't you come to school today? I submitted your sick leave application. Remember to come to school as soon as possible tomorrow."

"Shiratori-kun, why haven't you come to school yet? Is something wrong? Can you tell the teacher?"

"Shiratori-kun, the teacher can't keep submitting sick leave applications for you indefinitely. The head of the teaching department has already started to look into it."

These three messages were sent previously, one a day, and he has read them all but is no longer replying.

"Shiratori-kun, where are you?"

"You haven't been to school for three days. You must come to school tomorrow!"

"If you skip class without a valid reason and are absent for an extended period of time, the principal has the authority to expel you from school."

"Shiratori-kun, I want to talk to you first, rather than communicating with your parents."

There are a total of seven messages. Although words have no warmth, one can still discern emotions by combining impressions and cognition.

Mr. Dongyun is a very responsible teacher. Even though he is a poor student, he cares about his situation. He also tries to help him clean up the mess caused by Dongyun's unexcused absences these past few days.

The messages from the past few days were mostly expressions of concern and worry, but tonight's four messages contained very strong emotions and attitudes.

Anxious, tough, warning, and threatening.

Just then, a new message popped up:

"Shiratori-kun, I want to see you at school tomorrow, so don't ignore my messages again!"

"This damn read receipt feature."

Seeing this, Shiratori Shu couldn't help but curse.

How incredibly stupid must someone be to come up with such an anti-human design as unread and read status?

"Received, I'll go to school tomorrow."

After internally complaining, Shiratori still responded to her.

It's July now, and Japan's national standardized test is usually held on the third weekend of January each year.

With less than six months left until the Japanese college entrance exam, he had no interest in studying before awakening his past life memories and was a complete failure. At this point, going back to school would be meaningless, and no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to catch up with the college entrance exam.

Instead of wasting time at school, he would rather spend it on something useful, such as learning programming code or trying to make games.

But if he is forced to withdraw from school, his parents will definitely find out, causing unnecessary trouble.

Just imagining arguing with his parents gave him a headache.

"See you tomorrow."

Finally, she received a reply; Shinonome Mizuki responded instantly.

"See you tomorrow."

Because of the read receipt function, Shiratori Osamu replied with a message.

After sending the message, he immediately exited the chat interface to prevent the next message from popping up and instantly becoming a read message, which would never end.

"Going to school...that's fine too, it doesn't matter where you study."

Realizing that tomorrow's schedule had to be changed, Shiratori Osamu sank into the beanbag chair and muttered to himself.

After several days of dedicated practice, he has witnessed the harsh reality.

Code and programming are not as simple as they seem.

Before he could actually make the game, he had to thoroughly understand the book "C Programming Language from Beginner to Expert".

At the same time, Minami Yamabuki came to the desk with her schoolbag and started taking things out.

Textbooks, notes, past exam papers from Tokyo University, end-of-chapter exercises, and "C Programming Language from Beginner to Expert"

"?"

When Minami Yamabuki saw the cover of this book, her head tilted to the side, and a big question mark appeared in her mind.

She could recognize a few Chinese characters, but not all of them; she could only recognize the initial C characters for "beginner's introduction to the language."

C language seems to be a language related to computer programming and code.

Oh right, this is Shiratori-san's book... because he didn't bring his backpack to the internet cafe and was going to pretend to be her boyfriend to go home with her, so he entrusted the book to her for safekeeping.

She was rushing home from the internet cafe and also had to discuss the script and strategies, so she didn't notice anything.

Now that I think about it, it's really strange that Shiratori-san had a Chinese book. Could he possibly understand Chinese?

That's impossible; learning Chinese is much more difficult than learning English.

Minami Yamabuki glanced back at Osamu Shiratori, who was lounging on a beanbag chair playing on his phone. Although she was curious, she didn't say anything and put her books aside to start studying.

The room fell silent again, save for the occasional rustling of pages turning.

One person was doing practice problems, the other was playing on their phone, each doing their own thing.

"50 yen, how should we spend so much money?"

With the victory in the Yellow Hair Operation secured, Shiratori Osamu began to ponder a very serious question.

Considering that I want to independently develop games and make big money, I definitely need a computer, and the higher the configuration, the better.

Just as you have to learn to walk before you can run, he had to learn coding and programming before he could develop games. Enrolling in a computer-related night school was a good option.

There's no need to worry about accommodation, although his relationship with his parents is very strained because he's always been at the bottom of his class, to the point that they don't even talk to each other when they meet.

However, his parents wouldn't kick him out of the house. He just didn't want to study, but he wasn't causing trouble.

It would be best to buy a few new outfits. He doesn't like ripped jeans, but unfortunately, the clothes in his wardrobe are all in a rebellious style, with skulls, dragons, wings, and the like, which are incredibly tacky.

Browsing e-commerce platforms and studying diligently will both make time fly by.

"Shiratori-san, do you want to take a shower first?"

After a long while, Minami Yamabuki put down her pen and turned around to ask.

"I'm not washing. You can wash if you want."

Shiratori Shu shook his head, remaining motionless.

He didn't bring any change of clothes, so there was no point in taking a shower. He decided to wait until he got home tomorrow to shower, and then he could pick up his schoolbag.

Minami Yamabuki was astonished to find that he wasn't planning on taking a bath.

"Ok."

After staring at the man for a while, Yamabuki Minami finally said nothing, nodded, and got up to act.

Although he was just researching computer configurations and comparing information, Shiratori Osamu still managed to pay attention to her while talking to her.

When communicating with others, although eye contact is not required, putting down your phone is the most basic courtesy.

Why does she look a little angry?

Shiratori Osamu glanced sideways at the class monitor as he opened the wardrobe and rummaged through his clothes, lost in thought.

It's not that he's mentally near-demonic and can easily see through other people's thoughts... it's just that Minami Yamabuki's expressions are too easy to understand.

With her little mouth pouting and cheeks slightly puffed out, it was unclear what she was sulking about.

Is it because I'm not planning to take a shower?

After glancing at her several times, Shiratori realized she wasn't happy, and considering the conversation they had just had, this was the only possibility he could think of.

Chapter 20 Overnight Stay

The Yamabuki family's house is in Tokyo and can be described as a luxury mansion.

Located in the bustling Shibuya area, this luxury apartment building features a large single-level layout with two master bedrooms, a total of six bedrooms, three living rooms, three bathrooms, one kitchen, and a very spacious balcony.

The master bedroom usually has an ensuite bathroom, so Minami Yamabuki doesn't need to go to the bathroom outside to shower.

After finding all her clothes, she ran into the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it.

Soon, the faint sound of water could be heard from inside the bathroom.

Noticing this, Shiratori Osamu remained lying on the beanbag chair, looking down at his phone.

He is very self-aware and knows how to protect himself.

If a man is in a girl's room and his position changes while she is away, it could easily lead to unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Click".

After a long time, the bathroom door was opened.

Shiratori glanced at the time; it was 22:03 PM, meaning it had taken about half an hour.

This takes quite a long time, after all, taking a shower is for getting clean.

Whether you're a boy or a girl, even if you've worked up a sweat during outdoor activities and need to thoroughly clean yourself with soap and shower gel, ten minutes is the limit.

Girls with long hair only take longer to shower on hair-washing days.

Only some girls are quite meticulous in their lives, including using conditioner, applying body lotion, hand-washing underwear, and even hair removal, which can make the process take an alarmingly long time.

"Clap clap clap."

Wearing wet slippers, Minami Yamabuki stepped out of the bathroom, making soft footsteps.

As she appeared, Shiratori Osamu subconsciously looked up.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Minami Yamabuki put on a light pink floral cotton pajama set with long sleeves and pants, looking very sweet and cute.

Her long, jet-black hair had been blow-dried and was casually draped over her shoulders.

Because she had just taken a shower, her delicate and pretty face was flushed with a rosy glow.

Her appearance wasn't breathtakingly beautiful, but it was delicate and gentle, with a touch of youthfulness, sweet and graceful.

"I'm done washing."

Minami Yamabuki felt his gaze, lowered her head shyly to avoid it, and whispered while tightly clenching her fingers.

"I'll turn off the lights and go to sleep after I go to the bathroom."

Noticing her embarrassment, Shiratori Shu withdrew his gaze, nodded, and stood up.

"it is good."

Upon hearing his words, Minami Yamabuki's slender toes clenched tightly, her heart filled with trepidation.

It was her first time living with a boy, and even though there was a prior agreement, she still couldn't help feeling nervous.