After finishing tutoring Classmate Negishi, it was already 9 o’clock.
Hina was voicing the anime she was about to complete, even adding a soulful performance to it.
Don’t ask—if you ask, it was because she signed in and obtained the skill [Top-tier Soul Voice Actor] from Yamada Shunsuke, who was named Schlain after reincarnating, the pseudo-male lead with [Divine Protection].
Its specific function was to imitate anyone’s voice; as long as she had heard their voice once, she could reproduce it 100%.
Even Dio’s line, “I’m rejecting my humanity, JoJo!”, could be uttered from the depths of her soul.
After finishing the dubbing, it was already 9:30.
It was time to go to the bathroom and take a comfortable hot bath.
“Pfft!” Her nose exploded like a burst of equipment.
Hina adeptly raised her head, turned on the tap, scooped up the cool and refreshing cold water with her fair palm, and slapped it simply and brutally against her forehead.
Although she was already experienced, her nose still failed her.
Two rose-red lines couldn’t contain their passion and squirmed out.
Then her slender fingers picked up a tissue nearby to wipe away the heat mingling with the cold.
“Sigh—it’s been a month and I still haven’t gotten used to it. I’m clearly not blushing anymore and my heart rate is normal, so why is this still happening? Looks like having a great figure isn’t entirely a good thing.”
Hina looked at her delicate, pale, and breathtakingly beautiful skin that was so hydrated it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it, along with her “thick” chest.
Swoosh, her face flushed red again.
But this time, her nose held up.
“Don’t overthink it, cool down, cool down. Hurry up and shower now. Strange… in my previous life, I installed so many ‘risky’ things and usually calmed down after taking a look or two. Why can’t I calm down in this situation?”
“Ah! I still have to wash my hair. I finally understand why my younger sister only washed her hair once a week. Oh well, I haven’t washed it for a few days, might as well wash it now.”
After a bout of tossing and turning, Hina walked out of the bathroom wearing pajamas, picked up the hairdryer gifted by the system, and began to blow-dry her long hair.
It had to be said that system products were always top quality.
The only downside was that the room was filled with the faint, refreshing mint scent floating from Hina’s hair strands.
Next, Hina opened her tall wardrobe, revealing a dazzling array of cosplays displayed like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.
The large stack of cosplay outfits signed in from Kushiya Asaka—looking at the quality, each could sell for several thousand at least.
There were outfits from Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail, traditional Chinese attire, and more.
Of course, this was just the limit of the wardrobe; most were kept in the system inventory.
Looking at the dizzying assortment of cosplay outfits that left her unsure of where to start, Hina showed a charming smile and spoke:
“I choose you! As swift as the wind, as gentle as the forest, as fierce as fire, as unshakable as a mountain, as unfathomable as the shadows, as sudden as thunder!”
The next morning, near the school entrance, a uniquely styled “handsome guy” was moving about.
A mask covered “his” handsome face from the nose up to the forehead.
The mask design was very distinct: the edges of the eye sockets were red, with yellow whisker-like patterns on both sides.
The top of the mask was inlaid with a large golden “V” as long as his face.
Embedded inside the “V” was a colored crescent moon, and his long hair cascaded down in large waves.
“He” wore a white long robe and loose trousers, along with a pair of boots decorated with golden chain ornaments at the top.
Over “his” back hung a small cape like fire, with a small battle flag slotted behind, and a katana sheathed at the waist.
A string of prayer beads hung over the long robe.
Standing there motionless as Mount Tai, “he” exuded an aura of composure and majesty.
Passersby couldn’t help but look back at this “young man,” with some even pulling out their phones to record. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
The “young man” took out a phone from her bag and checked it: 7:59.
The wallpaper was a beautiful picture of Starflash Xiaojiao.
She originally wanted to draw a picture of her wife Kumoko, but refrained for fear of being discovered by Evil God D.
As the time on the phone jumped to 8:00, the “young man” looked around, and soon spotted a familiar figure appearing at the corner of the campus street.
She was currently dressed in a simple black dress, her long black hair cascading straight down her back.
Without much makeup, she looked stunningly beautiful and domineering.
She was none other than Wakaba Hiiro.
Upon seeing Wakaba Hiiro, the “young man” grabbed her bag, ran over while waving at her, and shouted, “Wakaba, over here!”
When the nearby pedestrians heard the “young man’s” voice, they immediately doubted their ears.
The person before them was clearly a “young man,” yet spoke with a mature female voice.
Looking closer, the “young man” didn’t even have an Adam’s apple!
That’s right, this “young man” was Hina.
She was cosplaying as Crimson Slash Cangya’s Furin Kazan skin from ninja must die 3.
She cosplayed this character for only three reasons: cool!
Cool!
And fucking cool!
Alright, just kidding.
The first reason was indeed to act cool.
The second reason was that in his previous life, he really liked this character and always wanted to cosplay him, but couldn’t afford it.
The third reason was to let Wakaba Hiiro see her like this and pass this memory to Kumoko, so that in the future, she could be on top of Kumoko.