On Monday morning, Oikawa Mo got up very early. His breakfast was not too rich, just two slices of meal replacement bread and a glass of warm milk.
Although the brown bread has the same color as salt-roasted mushrooms, it does not taste very good, but the work of filling the stomach is very good.
Oikawa is brushing his phone, even if he is like this, he cannot erase the scene of the explosion he experienced yesterday.
Morning News defines Hibiya's explosion as a gas leak, although I don't know if there is any pipeline below that place
Last night, Makisuki was surrounded by a group of men in black, and Oikawa himself also got into the crowd watching the fun. He didn't want to be regarded as a terrorist and entered the headlines of this morning's news.
The system's mission was judged to be successful, and he was not deprived of his life. When Makisuki left, he clearly saw the girl in black dress having an unknown smile at him.
The system also prompted him that Kiriyuki's favorability has increased by 15 points. As for why, who knows
Anyway, from now on, he should have no interaction with the girl with psychological problems, and his favorability for Makisuki has also dropped by 5 points.
The cell phone placed on the table vibrated slightly. Oikawamo wiped his hands with a tissue and picked it up. It was a text message from the office.
Congratulations to Oikawa for completing the hidden assessment. Corresponding training may be arranged in the near future. Please keep the phone open at any time. I wish you a happy life.
What assessment?
A question mark was typing on Oikawa's head, he didn't remember what questionnaire or something he did.
Forget it, anyway, training should not be a bad thing. His ideal job is to debut as an actor, and renting his boyfriend's job is also a good way to exercise.
Although there are many performance classes outside, Oikawa Mo always feels that those are under the guise of training, and are actually to make money
Dingdong
While he was still thinking about it, the doorbell of the apartment rang
Oikawamu stood up, he thought he was a college student who was selling cleaning supplies on the doorstep.
In Tokyo, there is no one else I know except for the best friend who was admitted to Tianhai with him.
While leaning over to Maoyan, he also said something refusal in his mouth.
Sorry, I won't sell anything...
The polite rejection came to an abrupt end. Through the cat's eyes, standing in front of the door was a girl wearing a white shirt and a black pleated skirt, with long shoulder-length curly hair, and a bright red bow under her snow-white neck.
It was yesterday's customer, the expressionless face of Matsuki Yuki, who didn't even smile.
Oikawa Mo let out a long sigh, turned around and went straight to the kitchen, preparing to wash off the cup that had just filled the milk.
He was slandering the company in his heart, and just leaking employee information, so why did he tell his family address to unrelated strangers
He is considering whether to change the office. Shinjuku has many such jobs. Although some of them are still a little color, it is not impossible to find serious ones if you take some time to carefully screen them.
Just as he applied dishwashing liquid on the cup, a slight clanging sound came from behind him
He walked to the aisle with a expressionless face and happened to meet the figure of Matsuyuki walking in.
Behind him is a lock-opener
Sorry, your doorbell seems to be broken, I'll ask someone to change it for you
Oikawa Mo thought to himself, I don’t know if calling the police at this time can punish this lawless person for forcing a house to break into.
All the business regulations stipulate that customers cannot be brought into the residence or hotel privately, and you are also invited out. Oikawa Mo tried to calm his tone as much as possible. He focused on the cup in his hand.
Is there such a rule? It doesn't matter, it'll be gone later
Oikawa Mo curled his lips. With Makiyuki's ability, perhaps, it could make the small firm unable to withstand the pressure and be forced to change the rules. After all, it was a role that could make the family members give in.
Miss Matsuki, please don’t disturb my life. Renting a boyfriend is just my job. You can give me a bad review on the platform. Don’t worry, I won’t blame you.
He rubbed the cup hard, over and over again, the snow-white edges could even reflect his appearance
Makiyuki didn't say anything anymore. She clapped her hands, and a man in suit came in from behind, respectfully handing out a document bag.
She pulled out a piece of paper and business card from the bag, placed it on the table beside her, and pushed it in front of Oikawa Mo's side.
Oikawa Mo glanced at it and it was a contract similar to a long-term lease. Party A's name was Makiyuki. What surprised him was that the signature on the column of Party B was clearly his own handwriting.
He doesn't remember signing a contract different from the part-time agreement
And the gold-plated business card reads Shinjuku Rental Office Chairman: Yuki Maki, Maki
It is illegal to fabricate a contract, and to force a house to break into a house, and the explosion yesterday. His face gradually pales, and his words were not strong at all.
This contract can be invalidated, and I can also provide a generous amount of funds
But, you have to tell me what was yesterday and why you were in the middle of the explosion without any harm?
Oikawa shut up and didn't answer. He understood what Makisuki was asking. Not to mention whether anyone would believe this after all, the system alone strictly prohibited this matter.
You seem to be very resistant to me? Am I not pretty?
The following sentence lowered his voice, and Makisuki suddenly approached until he almost hit him.
The first time Oikawa Mo saw this kind of Suzuki Ma, domineering and seductive, under his long eyelashes were a pair of charming eyes that were sly in his eyes.
Still the nice smell, I don’t know if it’s perfume, solid balm, or the faint rose fragrance that the girl has in her own
He could even clearly see the girl's snow-white collarbone on the bow
His heart rate gradually accelerated, and his breathing began to become rapid
Warning! The host's favorability is rising!
Damn it!
This is the instinct of a fifteen-year-old boy!
Oikawa Mo took two steps back. He did not answer Makiyuki's words, but instead pretended to be calm and put the cup in his hand into the closet.
Just when he decided to ignore it, Makisuki slowly walked to the table and pulled out a sharp fruit knife from the position where the knife was placed.
Oikawa Mo was startled, and his strong hope of survival prompted him to turn around and avoid it, but he was surprised to find that Makisuki actually slashed directly on her own arm.
Immediately, the bright blood flowed down the arms, one drop, two drops, splashed on the floor
Oikawa Mo panicked
Self-harm? Threat? Or what?
Do you need to hurt yourself?
He took out his cell phone in panic and prepared to call the emergency number. He could not let Matsuyuki die at his home
Otherwise, he might have to have a national meal in his next life
However, the next second, his movements of taking out his phone gradually stopped and his pupils gradually dilated
The blood dripping on the floor, the blood flowing along the arms, quickly entered Makiyuki's body from the wound like time flowing back.
And the long knife mark is slowly healing
Until what was reappeared in front of him was a piece of snow-white and smooth arm
Oikawa Mo looked at Makiyuki again, and his unidentified smile was like last night
The air gradually solidifies
He remembered what he heard in the wild concert hall
I
Immortality
The black fairy under the moon is not an urban legend
Although the brown bread has the same color as salt-roasted mushrooms, it does not taste very good, but the work of filling the stomach is very good.
Oikawa is brushing his phone, even if he is like this, he cannot erase the scene of the explosion he experienced yesterday.
Morning News defines Hibiya's explosion as a gas leak, although I don't know if there is any pipeline below that place
Last night, Makisuki was surrounded by a group of men in black, and Oikawa himself also got into the crowd watching the fun. He didn't want to be regarded as a terrorist and entered the headlines of this morning's news.
The system's mission was judged to be successful, and he was not deprived of his life. When Makisuki left, he clearly saw the girl in black dress having an unknown smile at him.
The system also prompted him that Kiriyuki's favorability has increased by 15 points. As for why, who knows
Anyway, from now on, he should have no interaction with the girl with psychological problems, and his favorability for Makisuki has also dropped by 5 points.
The cell phone placed on the table vibrated slightly. Oikawamo wiped his hands with a tissue and picked it up. It was a text message from the office.
Congratulations to Oikawa for completing the hidden assessment. Corresponding training may be arranged in the near future. Please keep the phone open at any time. I wish you a happy life.
What assessment?
A question mark was typing on Oikawa's head, he didn't remember what questionnaire or something he did.
Forget it, anyway, training should not be a bad thing. His ideal job is to debut as an actor, and renting his boyfriend's job is also a good way to exercise.
Although there are many performance classes outside, Oikawa Mo always feels that those are under the guise of training, and are actually to make money
Dingdong
While he was still thinking about it, the doorbell of the apartment rang
Oikawamu stood up, he thought he was a college student who was selling cleaning supplies on the doorstep.
In Tokyo, there is no one else I know except for the best friend who was admitted to Tianhai with him.
While leaning over to Maoyan, he also said something refusal in his mouth.
Sorry, I won't sell anything...
The polite rejection came to an abrupt end. Through the cat's eyes, standing in front of the door was a girl wearing a white shirt and a black pleated skirt, with long shoulder-length curly hair, and a bright red bow under her snow-white neck.
It was yesterday's customer, the expressionless face of Matsuki Yuki, who didn't even smile.
Oikawa Mo let out a long sigh, turned around and went straight to the kitchen, preparing to wash off the cup that had just filled the milk.
He was slandering the company in his heart, and just leaking employee information, so why did he tell his family address to unrelated strangers
He is considering whether to change the office. Shinjuku has many such jobs. Although some of them are still a little color, it is not impossible to find serious ones if you take some time to carefully screen them.
Just as he applied dishwashing liquid on the cup, a slight clanging sound came from behind him
He walked to the aisle with a expressionless face and happened to meet the figure of Matsuyuki walking in.
Behind him is a lock-opener
Sorry, your doorbell seems to be broken, I'll ask someone to change it for you
Oikawa Mo thought to himself, I don’t know if calling the police at this time can punish this lawless person for forcing a house to break into.
All the business regulations stipulate that customers cannot be brought into the residence or hotel privately, and you are also invited out. Oikawa Mo tried to calm his tone as much as possible. He focused on the cup in his hand.
Is there such a rule? It doesn't matter, it'll be gone later
Oikawa Mo curled his lips. With Makiyuki's ability, perhaps, it could make the small firm unable to withstand the pressure and be forced to change the rules. After all, it was a role that could make the family members give in.
Miss Matsuki, please don’t disturb my life. Renting a boyfriend is just my job. You can give me a bad review on the platform. Don’t worry, I won’t blame you.
He rubbed the cup hard, over and over again, the snow-white edges could even reflect his appearance
Makiyuki didn't say anything anymore. She clapped her hands, and a man in suit came in from behind, respectfully handing out a document bag.
She pulled out a piece of paper and business card from the bag, placed it on the table beside her, and pushed it in front of Oikawa Mo's side.
Oikawa Mo glanced at it and it was a contract similar to a long-term lease. Party A's name was Makiyuki. What surprised him was that the signature on the column of Party B was clearly his own handwriting.
He doesn't remember signing a contract different from the part-time agreement
And the gold-plated business card reads Shinjuku Rental Office Chairman: Yuki Maki, Maki
It is illegal to fabricate a contract, and to force a house to break into a house, and the explosion yesterday. His face gradually pales, and his words were not strong at all.
This contract can be invalidated, and I can also provide a generous amount of funds
But, you have to tell me what was yesterday and why you were in the middle of the explosion without any harm?
Oikawa shut up and didn't answer. He understood what Makisuki was asking. Not to mention whether anyone would believe this after all, the system alone strictly prohibited this matter.
You seem to be very resistant to me? Am I not pretty?
The following sentence lowered his voice, and Makisuki suddenly approached until he almost hit him.
The first time Oikawa Mo saw this kind of Suzuki Ma, domineering and seductive, under his long eyelashes were a pair of charming eyes that were sly in his eyes.
Still the nice smell, I don’t know if it’s perfume, solid balm, or the faint rose fragrance that the girl has in her own
He could even clearly see the girl's snow-white collarbone on the bow
His heart rate gradually accelerated, and his breathing began to become rapid
Warning! The host's favorability is rising!
Damn it!
This is the instinct of a fifteen-year-old boy!
Oikawa Mo took two steps back. He did not answer Makiyuki's words, but instead pretended to be calm and put the cup in his hand into the closet.
Just when he decided to ignore it, Makisuki slowly walked to the table and pulled out a sharp fruit knife from the position where the knife was placed.
Oikawa Mo was startled, and his strong hope of survival prompted him to turn around and avoid it, but he was surprised to find that Makisuki actually slashed directly on her own arm.
Immediately, the bright blood flowed down the arms, one drop, two drops, splashed on the floor
Oikawa Mo panicked
Self-harm? Threat? Or what?
Do you need to hurt yourself?
He took out his cell phone in panic and prepared to call the emergency number. He could not let Matsuyuki die at his home
Otherwise, he might have to have a national meal in his next life
However, the next second, his movements of taking out his phone gradually stopped and his pupils gradually dilated
The blood dripping on the floor, the blood flowing along the arms, quickly entered Makiyuki's body from the wound like time flowing back.
And the long knife mark is slowly healing
Until what was reappeared in front of him was a piece of snow-white and smooth arm
Oikawa Mo looked at Makiyuki again, and his unidentified smile was like last night
The air gradually solidifies
He remembered what he heard in the wild concert hall
I
Immortality
The black fairy under the moon is not an urban legend
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