Chapter 1 Living under someone else's roof
It snowed in early December.
In the distance, you can hear the heavy wheels of the train gradually coming to a halt, and see the milky white steam on the roof quietly dispersing and returning to silence.
In a small city in Yamanashi Prefecture, a girl held up her white panties with a branch and stood in front of a boy in disgust.
"How many times have I said this?
Your things are not allowed in public areas!
Just stay at our house!
Don’t you have any basic sense of shame? ”
There were only three people living in a house on a small slope, not to mention Long Chuan Che, who was standing there silently mopping the floor.
There are two more.
One of them is a woman and the other one is also a woman.
As a healthy male who has just grown up, it does seem inconvenient to live here with two unrelated adult women.
But there was no way. Longchuan became an orphan when he was five years old, and could only stay in this family at this time.
The woman in front of her is Takeda Akane, the daughter of the widowed head of this small family.
She wore a youthful JK uniform, a beautiful pleated skirt, and her slender white legs were only wrapped in a pair of white knee-high socks in the cold winter.
"It seems you haven't learned enough from what happened last night." The girl almost poked Long Chuan's face with the object in her hand.
“I don’t have much clothes to change, so there’s nothing I can do if I don’t hang them in the drying area.”
There were ice flakes hanging upside down on the eaves outside, and a corner of the thick snow on the roof was missing and fell into the unswept courtyard.
Longchuan's clothes were originally hung outside to dry, but the weather was so cold that the underwear could be used as bricks overnight.
He was in a hurry to take a shower in the morning, so he had no choice but to take his clothes into a warm inner room.
"I almost forgot, you parasite, you only have half an hour to take a bath from 7:30 to 8:00."
The girl picked up the piece of underwear and waved it in front of Long Chuan's eyes.
"Hey. But do you really need to take a bath? If you are a moth, it will be fine if you have a stutter, right?"
Long Chuan reached out to get his things back, but the girl made a flutter.
Throw clean clothes into the trash can.
"This thing has stained my eyes. I will take care of it later. If you dare to pick it up and wear it, you will be dead."
Clothes thrown into the trash can are like discarded self-esteem.
Long Chuan stared blankly at the underwear that was in the trash can with half a piece of cake and a notebook, and clenched his fists.
Since the woman named Takeda Takako adopted him, he has lived this humiliating life for more than ten years.
You can't speak loudly, and you can't appear when two women are chatting.
The narrow stairwell is his bedroom.
Every day, the meal can only be served after the two women have finished eating, and no personal items can appear in the public area.
The life of being dependent on others was so difficult. He lived silently in this unpopular home for more than ten years.
Until yesterday
Looking at the half piece of cake that came with his underwear, Long Chuan pursed his lips and chuckled.
Until yesterday, 'he' died.
Yes, Ryukawa Che is dead.
To be precise, he was reborn.
He was reborn from another world to this 'Toru Ryukawa' who was slapped for accidentally offending a girl last night and could no longer endure this humiliating life.
Yesterday was his eighteenth birthday, and he spent a small amount of money to buy a small cake.
He wanted to invite two nominal 'family members' to eat together, but was slapped hard by Takeda Akane who suspected him of ulterior motives.
Got slapped by a woman.
The strong sense of humiliation made him kneel down and cry outside in the ice and snow last night. When he opened his eyes again, there was already another soul in his body.
I still don’t know that the boy in front of me is no longer the boy who has been submissive for more than ten years.
Takeda Akane saw that the other party just lowered his head and cursed "coward".
Then he stepped on his platform shoes, put on his scarf and left the room.
A few grains of wind and snow invaded outside the house.
Takeda Akane is a well-known local private high school student. She will go out twenty minutes before Ryukawa Toru.
On the one hand, she hated being teased when she went out with Long Chuanhe, and on the other hand, she had to catch the earliest bus to go to school to review her homework.
This vicious-hearted girl has surprisingly good academic performance, with a deviation score of about 75 in the country. Her goal is to become the number one national institution of higher learning in Japan, Tokyo National University.
The girl often bullies Tatsukawa Toru, but she is very dazzling.
And what about Ryukawa Tetsu?
Long Chuan looked at the notebook in the trash can and smiled bitterly. His grades were only in the bottom 30% of the national rankings.
That diary recorded his efforts and his failure to catch up with the girl even though he stayed up all night reading.
If this continues, the person who bullied him will rise to prominence, while he will only be left to rot in this small town.
There is a kind of beauty that cannot be compared to "killing one's enemy" even if you flatter him.
But it doesn't matter, Longchuan has a magical talent.
Close your eyes slightly. You can hear the whistle of a train in the distance and the sound of snow bending tree branches.
Ryukawa Toru flipped through the memories in his mind like a document.
Each memory fragment is like being condensed by amber, shining brightly in the memory palace.
Longchuan has the gift of photographic memory, and all memories can be stored in his brain like documents.
Take it out and read it when you need it, and store it when you don't need it.
These sealed memories include his and that of the 'dead' boy.
"Really?"
After retrieving the memories of his front and rear bodies, Long Chuan's eyes moved slightly.
He is a third-year student at Yinghe High School this year. After passing this 19th year of Heisei (2007), he will usher in one of the more important turning points in his life in January.
Recruitment and interviews at various domestic institutions of higher learning.
Normally, if he could get into a third-rate private school with his grades, he would be very successful.
Check out the 16-9 book bar to see the correct version!
However, after searching his memory, Ryukawa found that there was no Yasushiro Kawabata, Haruki Murakami, or even Keigo Higashino who wrote "White Night Walk" in this world!
There seems to be a gap in Japanese literature in this world.
There has been no true traditional literary masterpiece for a hundred years, and light novels and otaku culture are everywhere.
"This means"
The gift of photographic memory could only be regarded as good in previous lives, but here
When thinking about the future in Longchuan.
A charming, soft voice brought him back to reality
"Is all the work done?"
It was ice and snow outside, and a beautiful woman wearing an off-shoulder sweater slowly walked down the stairs from the second floor.
The bridge of her nose is high and her skin is as soft as snow.
Viewed from the front, she has charming features and a lazy temperament, like a well-maintained lady.
Ryukawa quickly glanced at her face, then lowered his head and called Aunt Takeda with some respect.
"I asked you if you have cleaned everything." Takeda Takako continued to ask lazily, without responding to the other party's greeting.
"The floor has been mopped." Longchuan nodded.
Hearing the boy's answer, the beautiful woman sneered and took off her flesh-colored stockings.
In the room with the heater, she put her bare feet on the floor.
The dim light shone on the cypress-colored floor.
Her white and tender feet stepped on the floor, like stepping on thick snow, with a layer of skylight floating on it.
The little feet are perfect and delicate, the heels are soft, not rough at all, and soft enough to make people feel plump and plump.
In the warm living room, she was only wearing a knitted sweater and a skirt. Her gourd-like plump figure seemed a bit obscene to many people, but her delicate and charming face also showed a bit of nobility.
The Takeda family had a famous ancestor, Takeda Shingen, and Takeda Takako was considered a descendant of the aristocracy.
The descendant of this aristocracy was stepping on the floor with his bare feet, and his dark pupils were scanning the surroundings, like a general patrolling his territory.
She stepped on the ground step by step, as if stepping on Longchuan Che's heart.
Failure to clean up will result in scolding. Long Chuan has experienced this kind of thing many times.
During the first half of the journey, the woman nodded slightly, quite satisfied.
But when passing by the trash can, the woman frowned slightly, like a princess who fell asleep with a pea.
"What is this?"
The woman's voice suddenly became harsh.
She lifted her white and tender feet lightly, and there was a little bit of skin falling from the branches.
The black skin flakes are stained on the soft and plump soles, like a little ink on the snow-white canvas.
"I said it!
Whether it's under the table or in a gap in the wall.
Clean it three times a day to avoid any dust.
Can you understand a little bit of the meaning? ”
Reproachful inquiry.
This woman is no better than her daughter.
Her daughter dislikes Ryukawa, and the woman named Takako Takeda plays the role of a stern mistress in front of Ryukawa.
In this house of less than 200 square meters, she seems to be the emperor here.
He inspects his residence every day and does not allow his 'servant' Ryukawa Toru to make any mistakes.
If Longchuan was really as she said, it would be fine if he was cared for by her for more than ten years.
But just when he was retrieving his memory, Long Chuan discovered a problem.
The woman in front of him looked condescending, as if she was scolding a parasite in the family.
But in Longchuan's memory when he was five years old, this place was clearly...
His house.
(End of chapter)