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◎Guozige: My account——◎

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Today's work schedule is from 1 PM to 9 PM, a total of eight hours.

After getting up, Kawakami Wakana quickly tidied herself up, ate a quick bento box from a convenience store, and then went to the store.

The afternoon shift is relatively easier to prepare for opening the shop. After a quick clean, the shop is ready to open. No customers have arrived yet, and Ruoyi, standing at the cashier, unconsciously glances towards the volleyball area.

Speaking of which, although she no longer plans to play volleyball, the ball that was originally meant for Natsumi but was kept was still brought to Tokyo.

When Natsumi has some free time, should we practice serving and receiving with her a little?

As she was thinking this, the wind chimes by the door jingled. Ruoyi looked up and immediately met Dazai Osamu's smile.

"Hello, Wakai-chan."

"..."

Following behind Dazai Osamu was a red-haired man. He didn't look very old, but the stubble on his chin made him appear older than his actual age.

“Odasaku!” Dazai Osamu tugged at the red-haired man. “Let’s get acquainted. This is the legendary Wakai-chan.”

Kawakami Wakai:?

"What the hell is this 'legend' about...?"

She thought that this guy named Oda Sakunosuke would join in with some complaints, but to her surprise, he just nodded politely and said that his name was Oda Sakunosuke.

"...?" Such a good ability to accept things?

“On behalf of the children, I thank you,” Oda Sakunosuke added immediately.

Kawakami Wakai: Huh?

Fortunately, the two of them just did normal shopping. Oda Sakunosuke picked out a soccer ball and bought several pairs of children's roller skates in different colors before paying.

After working for a while, Wakai had become quite adept at calculating the prices of goods and giving change. After handing the change to Oda Sakunosuke and confirming that no one else was in the shop, she looked at the two men and said:

"It can't be a coincidence that you came looking for me."

"Also, I don't remember ever helping Mr. Odasaku or his children in any way..."

Dazai Osamu immediately stepped forward and smiled mysteriously: "Well—who knows?"

"However, don't forget what I said: I work for the Armed Detective Agency. I suppose even if we do find your shop, it won't be a big problem."

"If you're really curious, keep this. If one day you find yourself needing us, I'll tell you the specific details."

With that, he left with Oda Sakunosuke. A postcard was left on the table.

Kawakami Wakai glanced at it—

Armed Detective Agency, Fukuzawa.

"..." He really is a strange person.

"Let him be." She put away the detective agency's postcards. "At least for now, I don't really need to use a detective."

At this time of day, there are not many people out shopping, so there are naturally no customers. After Dazai Osamu and the others left, Wakana just stared blankly at the store for an hour.

When there's nothing to do, she can't help but want to slack off. She subconsciously took out her phone and then subconsciously opened Jinjiang Literature City.

But it was this subconscious action that made Kawakami Wakana freeze.

Because he discovered that Fei Jia, whom she had ignored for a long time, had replied to his message.

And it is—

Why don't we give it a try?

W-what??

Kawakami Wakana gripped her phone tightly, rubbed her eyes, and then couldn't help but pinch her cheek hard.

It's not a dream.

I didn't misread it.

"..." She stared at the screen for a long time before replying to the other person.

【are you sure? 】

【I'm a man!】

Fedia was clearly waiting for her reply.

A message popped up:

Is it possible that I am a girl?

……ha? ?

Just kidding. We've known each other for so long, surely I know your gender.

"..."

For some reason, Ruoyi suddenly felt that she herself, who had hesitated for a long time about whether or not to tell Fei Jia her gender, and even prepared a voice changer specifically for playing games together...

He's such an idiot.

Lucia.

"Here's your phone back." Gogol finished typing and then flicked his wrist, the phone landing squarely in Fyodor's hand.

“What did you say to Neko?” Fyodor asked Gogol coldly.

“I did chat with your kitten for a bit,” Gogol said, shrugging his shoulders without immediately replying. “But dear Dostoevsky, I believe you won’t blame me this time; you might even thank me.”

"...?"

Fedor frowned as he picked up his phone, only to find it still stuck on the "Jinjiang" website.

Then he immediately saw that sentence—

Why don't we give it a try?

“Gogol—?” He looked up.

However, Gogol's figure could still be seen around there.

Fyodor: "..."

It runs faster than an African cheetah.

He originally intended to explain, since saying something like "maybe I'm actually a girl" wouldn't be a joke he could make in front of the kitten, given his persona. In fact, it would be easy to shift the blame back to Gogol, the real owner.

But the moment his finger touched the input key, a new message appeared on the screen.

Is this Fedya's answer?

So, in order to be your reason for living, I think I should agree as well.

“…!” Fyodor frowned.

Is it really that hasty?

Does she even know who the online friends he's been chatting with every now and then over the years are?

But then a new message popped up in my head.

Ah! I didn't mean to force myself to agree! It's just that I really can't let go of you, Fei Jia. According to my friend, maybe... I've really fallen for you.

Fyodor: Hmm?

That is to say, the kitten is not in front of him right now. Otherwise, if such words were said to his face, he might have killed the person on the spot.

but……

It seems that Gogol was right about one thing.

If he were to have an online relationship with the kitten, he would indeed be better able to understand the kitten's background.

After all, although so many years have passed, this is the only thing he hasn't been able to find out. But this foreign language learning app certainly didn't appear on his phone for no reason, nor did it match this cat for no reason.

What's more, this little cat that claims to "want to be his god" is quite interesting.

In the end, Fyodor replied:

Let's give it a try.

【Great!】 The other person's words seemed to leap with excitement, and then they added:

Oh, right, Fei Jia, there's something I've been keeping from you. My name isn't Maotian; it's Ruoyi, Kawakami Ruoyi.

Fyodor raised an eyebrow and typed:

[What a coincidence, I actually lied to you too.]

My name is Fyodor.

…………

So, what should you do when you're in a relationship?

Especially since she and Fedia live in different cities, making it difficult for them to even go on dates.

Kawakami Wakana was somewhat confused.

After all, she'd always been a carefree, outgoing person since childhood, the type who always called the boys "buddies." It wasn't until she left the volleyball team due to injury that she grew her hair out a bit, finally able to tie it into two braids. As a result, she'd practically never been confessed to by a boy.

Although she and Fedia are probably a couple now, a week has passed and apart from daily greetings, they haven't done anything that couples would do.

If things continue like this, what's the difference between us and ordinary friends?

It's a long-distance relationship to begin with. If they're doing the same things that ordinary friends would do every day, they'll break up sooner or later.

Kawakami Wakana's troubles continued until one Tuesday when, after her last class, she was rushing to her part-time job and saw a couple wearing matching outfits on campus.

Kawakami Wakai:!

yes!

This is it!

Although she and Fei Jia can't go on dates wearing matching outfits yet, using matching profile pictures or usernames that suggest they're a couple is perfectly fine.

So, on the tram to her job, Ruoyi kept searching and quickly found a suitable picture. She sent it to the chat account that Fei Jia had registered for her before, which she often used, and then closed her eyes to take a short rest.

Fyodor received the message quickly.

But when he looked at the two pictures posted by Kawakami Wakana, he fell silent.

Image 1: A snarling orange cat with the caption, "Catnip is mine."

Image 2: Another orange cat baring its teeth, captioned: No; the catnip is mine.

"..."

"Never mind." Fyodor shook his head.

Anyway, this wasn't his usual chat account, and even Gogol didn't know about it, so it wasn't easy for his subordinates to discover it.

So Fyodor actually changed his profile picture and even changed his online name as suggested by Wakana Kawakami.

He knew the kitten should be at work by this time, so he did other things. It wasn't until almost 10 p.m. Tokyo time that he checked his phone.

Sure enough, I received a new message—

Today I had classes from the first to the third and fourth restrictions, and after class I still had to go to work. I'm exhausted!

"I went to work today too, at the music store." Fyodor lied without batting an eye. "By the way, wanna connect? I haven't heard your real voice yet."

The other party sent a cat nodding emoji. Then they initiated a voice call.

"If nothing unexpected happens, they probably won't be using a voice changer this time," Fyodor thought, and selected to answer the call.

"Hello, good evening—" A lively young woman's voice came from beside me.

at the same time.

Gogol had been busy studying magic lately and hadn't played games in a long time. Suddenly feeling like frying fish, he saw a game icon and remembered that he had lent his account to Fyodor.

So Gogol decisively opened the game, only to discover—

The password has been changed.

and--

Is the account named "Jerry" with a profile picture of a menacing orange cat really the one he lent to Dostoevsky?

Gogol: "...??"

[Author's Note]

Gogol: My number—