After Boqi moved into my closet, the quiet life is gone forever

Chaoyang concluded with great energy.

"Looks like that's all for today. Go take a shower and go to bed. There's some new women's underwear in that yellow plastic bag for you to change into. I'm going to rest first. The computer is on the table. If you want to play, just bring it in and play. Remember to wear headphones."

After Chaoyang gave some instructions, he turned around, made the bed on the tatami, and lay down on it.

If I sleep, she should be able to move around more freely. I hope she'll be back to her own world the moment she opens her eyes tomorrow. I fantasized about a happy life with Pochi... but I really can't bear to see her left here alone, lonely and far away from her family... I can't hold on any longer. I'm so sleepy...

"Whoo~"

The fatigue brought by excessive exercise today finally hit me as I faced the rising sun, and I started snoring rhythmically.

Chaoyang's house is a typical 1K apartment, and there is no dry and wet separation space. The only thing separating the bedroom and bathroom is a folding door.

Hearing Chaoyang's snoring, Pochi, who was sitting on the ground, stood up. After confirming that Chaoyang was asleep, he boldly took off his clothes and walked into the toilet and bathroom.

It's my first time showering in someone else's house, a foreigner's at that. Ugh... so cramped... unbelievable. I suddenly realized I'm actually a manga character, but it doesn't feel real at all. I felt so empty just now... but now, surprisingly, I don't feel that way anymore. What manga am I in? I wasn't paying attention. Just now, he mentioned an anime he wanted me to watch. Is it a romance? No, no, no, how can someone like me be the protagonist of a romance anime? It must be some weird, wacky anime. I'm really worried about this. I'll check it out on the computer after I get out of the shower!

After a while, Pochi came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel after a quick shower, steaming hot, with water droplets still dripping from his long pink hair that had not been dried.

As I put my hand on the hair dryer next to the bathroom door, I unconsciously glanced at the sleeping Chaoyang.

[It's dangerous. I almost used the hair dryer subconsciously. It would be bad if I woke him up. What if he gets grumpy...]

Pochi had already begun to let herself go, imagining Chaoyang being violent towards her.

It seemed as if punches and kicks had already hit her.

[Okay, this is scary...Try to be as gentle as possible.]

Pochi had already picked up the notebook on the desk and hurried into his small closet.

After closing the door gently, he curled up in the closet, put on his headphones, and turned on his computer.

Ah, the operating system is in Chinese... I don't understand... This is a browser. The icon is a little different from Minecraft. Oh, YouTube? Is it this world's OH! TUBE? The icon and interface are similar... I'll search my account and see.

After typing guitarhero into the search bar on the keyboard, a bunch of videos from video accounts were pushed to Boqi's eyes, making her dizzy.

[This, all of these are me? This is amazing! Hundreds of thousands of views, even though my most views are only in the tens of thousands. Scrolling down, wow, there's my account! ...The avatar icon is mine too. I feel like something's been taken away from me. Could it be that I'm actually quite popular? End Band? Do I have this black T-shirt?]

Seeing myself wearing the uniform of the Ending band on the cover of Lonely Rock Slice, I became even more curious.

I'm getting increasingly curious about what my future self will be like, and where I can watch my own anime... Speaking of which, he just wanted to watch anime with me, and I think he already had the interface open. There must be a record in my browsing history... But which button is that browsing history? It's in Chinese... Ah, it's switched to Japanese. Got it, click on "History"... Was that the page he just opened on the website called bilibili? I don't know how to pronounce the two Chinese characters after "loneliness," but it should be this, right?

After some exploration, Pochi finally found a place where he could see information about his own works.

Ah, this comment is so impressive, so impressive. I don't understand what it's saying, but is it starting from my childhood? It feels so strange, like I'm an actor enjoying my own work. It feels like it's depicting my real life... huh? Did it jump straight to high school? ... Strange, strange, am I still holed up at home making videos playing guitar after high school? I knew it might be like this, but yesterday I was determined to make friends on my first day.

Pochi focused his attention on the story that would theoretically happen in the future, but his heart felt even emptier.

"Will I ever be able to be friends with such a cute girl? Is her name Nijiga-chan... She's so nice and cute, willing to strike up a conversation with someone like me. ...But I acted so shamelessly. I even feel a little angry looking at myself [○?｀Д′? ○]"

I was just complaining about myself like this and finished watching the whole anime without realizing it.

[…Amazing! In the future, I can actually form a band, make friends, and even participate in the school festival!? Kita, Ryo, Nijika, these cute girls will all become my friends… Hehehe… I don’t think I have such a bright future!]

Pochi chuckled unconsciously.

But after laughing for a while, I closed the computer and felt sad.

I should have all of this, all of this… Dad, Mom, Erli… I miss you so much.

Goto Ichiri covered himself with the sheets, curled up, and cried quietly.

"Wuwu, hum..."

The occasional groaning sounds coming from the closet had already woken up Chaoyang from his sleep.

And it made it difficult for him to fall asleep again, and he tossed and turned.

[So noisy, so annoying.]

A feeling of irritability and depression filled Chaoyang's chest, not because he was dissatisfied with Goto Ichiri for waking him up.

Instead, he was unable to offer any help and could only listen to the girl in the closet crying quietly.

I wanted to get up, open the closet door, and go over to give her a hug and comfort.

But I lack the courage at the moment, so I can only take out my earphones and put them in my ears, listening to the songs to block out the crying and make me feel better.

One night passes

Pochi, who had fallen asleep at some point, woke up drowsily when he smelled a fragrance.

"Hmm...ah! Am I home!?..."

After checking the surrounding environment, he buried his head weakly in the pillow.

It’s still Chaoyang’s closet.

"No, it's okay. At least I'm not homeless. Meeting a kind-hearted foreigner and being taken in isn't the worst thing I've ever done. I'll be able to go back sooner or later, sooner or later..."

After the disappointment, Pochi encouraged himself in his heart.

Then he opened the sliding door of the closet.

[What a nice smell... What's that smell?]

Along with the fragrance came a burst of noise.

Pochi walked out of the closet, confused, and looked through the open door. Chaoyang was cooking in the kitchen. It turned out that the smell and noise were from frying something.

But it looked like it was done. Chaoyang turned off the gas stove, fried the food, drained the oil, and brought it into the room.

"Are you awake? Please help me set the table."

"Ah... yes!"

After hearing Chaoyang's command, Pochi, knowing that he was living under someone else's roof, straightened up immediately, crawled over and got the low table in the corner and set it up.

Eating fried chicken early in the morning... Is this a Chinese habit? I heard Chinese people like oily food...

After setting up the table and cushions, Pochi knelt nervously beside them.

"Stop being in a daze and come and have dinner."

"Ah... yes, thank you... I'm starting. ... There are two plates, one per person?"

"Oh, the two dishes are seasoned differently. One is seasoned with Japanese soy sauce and garlic paste, and the other is seasoned with salt koji. If you need mayonnaise in the fridge, just go get it yourself. Don't waste it. I went to the supermarket early this morning to buy the ingredients. This is my first time making Japanese fried chicken nuggets, so please forgive me if it's not tasty."

After hearing Chaoyang's words, Pochi felt a little strange.

[They're all my favorites...and they're not in the fridge, but I bought them at the supermarket?]

"Ah...so it turns out that Chinese people really like to cook, right?"

"No, at least I'm not."

After hearing Chaoyang's answer, Pochi put down his chopsticks and remained silent for a moment.

“…Then why…”

"Well... when you're sad, isn't it easier to cheer yourself up by eating your favorite food? I remember the comics saying you like fried chicken. Although eating fried chicken in the morning is a bit weird, hahaha~"

"Thank you... I always feel like I have no secrets at all. Mr. Su, you know all my interests and hobbies... but I know nothing about you..."

How can I repay you for this...?

Tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto the tatami.

Chaoyang took out a tissue from his side, leaned over the low table, and wiped Pochi's tears.

Smiling and speaking

"Ms. Goto, you should eat happily when you eat. Problems will eventually be solved. Why not treat this time we spent together as a side story in your life?"

4. Let’s go buy a guitar together!

After breakfast, Chaoyang prepared to go out to work.

I looked through my backpack and checked my equipment before going out.

"Uniform OK, transportation card OK, wallet OK. Then, Miss Goto, I'll leave the house to you. You can use anything you want. I've left the spare key on the desk. If you want to go out, use that key. I'm leaving now."

"Ah... well, well... have a safe journey."

"Hmm~"

Chaoyang looked at Pochi standing at the entrance, stammered some polite words, nodded happily and closed the door.

Is this what it's like for those guys to live with their girlfriends? I used to feel miserable when I went to work, but this time I'm actually so happy.

Chaoyang suppressed the urge to jump up and down and ran towards the station.

The part-time job location is in Akasaka Mitsuke, which is about an hour away from Chaoyang's home.

On the subway, after the joy, Chaoyang began to think seriously about his future life.

How should I best accommodate Pochi? Living with me is fine, but she's about to start high school, so I can't leave her at home all the time. Should I find a way to get her to and from school? But she doesn't have any identification... She's completely undocumented, practically stateless... Forget it, I can't figure it out on my own. I'll probably ask for help later.

"Ah, we've arrived."

Before they knew it, they had arrived at their destination and Chaoyang quickly got up from his seat and left the car.

After exiting the station, it took only two minutes to walk to the ramen restaurant where I worked part-time.

"Good morning!"

"Hey, is Su Jun here?"

"Well, please take care of me today, Manager~"

In an instant

After greeting the customers, Chaoyang had already changed into the ramen shop uniform and was standing at the counter side by side with the manager. He would collect and wash the bowls after the customers had finished eating. While the manager was making the noodles, Chaoyang would put side dishes on the noodles.

Because they were too busy, time passed abnormally quickly. In the blink of an eye, the lunch period was over and the two people at the counter were able to take a breath.

"Su Jun, let's switch places and you can make the noodles. I need to prepare the side dishes. The chopped onions are almost gone."

"Yes!

Chaoyang walked to the noodle cooker. His job had become making noodles, but it was actually not difficult. He just had to put the raw noodles into the colander and hang it in the noodle cooker filled with soup, press the timer and wait for the bell to ring.

"Welcome~ Please buy your meal coupons over there... Okay, Special A side dish spicy miso, right? Please wait. Manager, one bottle of beer and two glasses... Sorry for the rudeness, beer please."

After a while, the timer sounded. Chaoyang picked up the colander, shook off the water, put it in a bowl, arranged bamboo shoots, barbecued pork, green onions, and placed the hot spring egg in the center.

Hold the noodles in front of the customer with both hands.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. Please enjoy your meal."

His hands were free again, and Chaoyang looked at the store manager who was cutting onions beside him.

"Um, Manager, can I ask you a question?"

"Oh, just asking casually. Are you asking me about garbage sorting?"

"Whoever asked that, I just threw it away randomly. ...Well, let me start by saying this is a problem a friend of mine encountered. He found a runaway girl one night. She had no identification and looked like she had just graduated from junior high school. Is there any way to get her into a local high school?"

"Mr. Su, although I know JK is great, I suggest you call the police and send her home. Be careful not to get scammed because of your greed. If you get deported, there won't be anyone in the store to help you for a while!"

"Oh, so that's what you're worried about... Forget it, Manager, just pretend I didn't ask."

The store manager continued chopping green onions for a while, then stopped the knife, looked up, thought for a moment, and spoke.

"If you're truly unregistered, it would be best to go to the Citizens' Window Section at the city hall and ask for advice. I've heard there are actually quite a few unregistered people in Japan, so maybe there's a way to deal with it."

"Oh! Got it, thank you, manager. I'll tell my friends!"

"Hey? Are you still going to pretend?"

After working hard for 7 hours in Chaoyang, it was finally time to get off work, and I kept thinking about Pochi.

I planned to ask her opinion and then take her to the Citizen Affairs Section of the Wako City Hall to inquire about the situation.

At Chaoyang's house, Pochi was lying on the tatami in the house, looking like he was suffering from a lot of illnesses.

[It's over, it's over. I didn't expect my body to reject the guitar so badly after not playing it for even one day. I can't move at all. It's so painful.]

"I'm back……"