“Teacher, yes, yes, yes, draw the blade out a little more like that. Hey! Yes, just like that. It looks cooler when you draw the blade this way.”
“Wow ⊙∀⊙! Thank you, Teacher. The photo is great. Here, thank you for your help.” Hina took the close-up shot from his hand and gave the payment to this photographer.
“Eh, it’s nothing, it’s nothing. By the way, Teacher, what character is this? I’ve never seen it before!”
“Oh, this is a character I created myself, named Crimson Slash Cangya.”
“Teacher, it’s 100 yen for one hug, right?” Hina approached a “poster girl” cosplaying as Asuramaru.
Asuramaru was holding a sign that read, “I am Nanliang. 100 yen per hug. I hope you teachers will go easy on me.”
Looking closely, this Asuramaru’s physique was practically identical to a girl’s.
(PS: I can’t describe characters well, so I’ll just post a picture.)
“Yes, please go easy on me, Teacher.” Hina directly grabbed one of Asuramaru’s slender, tender white legs and carried Asuramaru away.
Of course, she only walked a few steps before putting him down.
After handing the money to Asuramaru, she left behind a sentence.
“Brother, you smell so good!” Then she fled.
Asuramaru began to wonder if he looked too fragile or if Hina was just too strong.
To think she could pick him up so easily.
He knew Hina was a girl; he could tell just by the sound of her voice.
Ah, so this is the charm of Nanliang?
It’s my first time seeing one in person, let alone getting a hug.
This perk is really not bad!
System, I really owe it all to you.
However, the fact that I have to sacrifice my personal freedom in exchange for this is a real rip-off!
No way, System, hurry up and give me more perks to compensate my fragile heart.
I don’t want to die or end up working 24 hours a day in the Underworld without having enjoyed myself properly.
{—Host, rewards depend on your luck; this System cannot distribute them.
Also, Host, please do not say such things to this System; this System will be very sad.}
You’re a virtual interface, where would you get a heart?
If anyone should be sad, it’s me.
Take a look at the torture I’ll have to endure in the future before you talk.
They had walked around enough, so Hina and Wakaba Hiiro decided to leave.
On their way out, they casually found a noodle shop to have lunch.
Inside the park, it was the season of crisp autumn air.
The breeze that was late in the morning finally arrived in the afternoon.
As the breeze brushed past, leaves fluttered everywhere.
The falling maple leaves were like spirits in a flame, drifting in the air with the surrounding maple leaves in the wind.
It was as if, when Life was about to Wither, they were dancing to their heart’s content in the air together, completing this performance with this sense of regret.
In this quiet park, on a path carpeted with red maple leaves, Wakaba Hiiro was sitting on a bench by the side of the path, reading the out-of-print manga she had traded for at the convention.
Hina used her camera to capture this moment.
Just imagine: with falling red maple leaves as the background, a beautiful girl as the protagonist, and the manga as a complement, what a beautiful scene it would make!
Hina sat down next to Wakaba and twisted open the can of orange juice in her hand, handing it to Wakaba.
Wakaba took the drink and took a small sip.
“We’ve played all morning, and there’s nothing fun left around here. By the way, Wakaba, do you want to come over to my place? My place is quite big. Do you want me to cook dinner for you?”
As expected, Wakaba Hiiro did not refuse and nodded.
D: Was just worrying about whether to eat instant noodles or takeout for dinner.
(Author: Evil God D does not feel hunger.)
After returning home, Hina simply hosted Wakaba (Hina: She’s not my wife, so keep it simple), then went out to the market to buy groceries.
Leaving a bored Wakaba Hiiro in the living room.
At this moment, Wakaba seemed to smell something—the scent of new manga, and the aura of games.
Wakaba Hiiro went to Hina’s bedroom, directly ignoring the sign hanging on the bedroom door: “No outsiders allowed. Otherwise, goodnight, baka baka.”
Wakaba Hiiro entered Hina’s room and turned on her computer without a shred of guilt.
Just kidding, as an Evil God, how could she feel guilt over such a small matter?
As expected, Hina hadn’t set a password.
Once it turned on, the desktop wallpaper was a handsome picture of the Wanderer, Scaramouche.
There was a hint of handsomeness on his smug face.
Wakaba Hiiro opened a folder and saw that it contained a large number of character drafts, including Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail, ninja must die 3, etc.
Fortunately, Hina hadn’t drawn any beautiful pictures of Kumoko.
Closing that file, Wakaba Hiiro opened a folder named “Prisoner Zi’s Durability Test.” Upon opening it, she saw a self-made mini-game.
Of course, this was just something Hina made to kill time.
Wakaba Hiiro curiously opened the game and saw that, at the start, she could control Ziyuan from “ninja must die 3” and converse with Hayabusa.
Judging by the situation, neither side was willing to compromise, and a great battle was about to break out.
There was no tutorial; the game started with fighting Hayabusa, and the level was from Chapter 15, Stage 9.
It was just that Hina had added a “little bit” (a massive amount) of difficulty, causing Wakaba Hiiro to die several times to fatal attacks.
Hina, who was buying groceries, suddenly sneezed and muttered, “Who is thinking of me? Forget it, it must be an illusion.”
Since I am in Japan now, as a Chinese person in my past Life, I should do something.
Hina thought to herself, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
After finishing her grocery shopping and returning home, Hina went into the kitchen to wash and prepare the vegetables.
She knew Wakaba Hiiro would go into her bedroom, so she didn’t bother with it and even removed the computer password.
Since Wakaba Hiiro was good at games, she had specifically made a few side-scrolling parkour levels that required precision.
After preparing the dishes, it was already 5:30 PM.
It was time to put on the apron and chef’s hat, and turn on the stove!
With [Top-tier Cooking Skills] in hand, even an ordinary dish could be made extremely delicious and savory.
Soon, four dishes were set on the table: Kung Pao Chicken, Steamed Pork Ribs, Dumplings, and Stir-fried Water Spinach.
Finally, Hina brought out the last delicacy, and Wakaba Hiiro was already sitting at the dining table waiting.
“Ahahaha, the chicken soup is here!”