Chapter 4 "Acquaintance" Could he be the legendary... ex-husband...

Chaomu felt that this game should not be called King of the Trash Can, but should be renamed "I am surrounded by muscular men".

Her body was gripped tightly by a force exceeding her own, the biceps bulging powerfully around her neck. The back of her head was pressed against the taut, elastic, and full chest muscles. She sighed at the feel while internally complaining from the perspective of an experienced gamer.

Are the male NPCs in this game so careless in their design? Are they just sculpted from templates, with big breasts, narrow waists, and long legs? And then they rank their riskiness based on the size of their chest muscles? The bigger the bust, the riskier it is?

Among the four households on the same floor, three are headed by muscular mature men, and there is an extreme lack of diversity and choice - have you ever considered that some players prefer sickly pretty boys?

Could you please not design Amuro, the only neighbor who didn't appear, as a muscular man? I don't know if the planners considered this, but Fushiguro Shigeru obviously didn't consider her preferences.

"I don't think I've even seen you in the store... Hiding in the dark and even following me home, isn't that a good idea, miss?" He seemed to have already determined that she was a nympho who followed him home. He grabbed her neck and asked, his lazy eyes falling on her profile. "Chasing men like this is not a good idea. If you really want to ask me out, at least go to the store and order me a champagne tower. It's very difficult for me to deal with this way."

In the store, the champagne tower...this gentleman with a face full of "yes, but it will cost extra" is actually a professional player.

In fact, players who had just entered this world for a few hours and learned for the first time that there were nightclubs in the game were shaking their heads in their hearts.

This man's misunderstanding of her is really a bit big.

As a standard dl player, while others are all doing master love, Chaomu has always been a firm supporter of dps love and has no interest in any gameplay other than improving military power. He may feel a little curious about new gameplay such as nightclubs and male hostess, but he will definitely not spend too much time on it.

"It's normal that you haven't seen me. I'm not a stalker." In the man's grip, she tentatively gave him a headbutt, but it felt like her skull had hit a steel plate. It didn't hurt, but the effect was minimal. She couldn't help but sigh softly. "I'm just a kind neighbor who came to remind your children to remember to lock the windows before going to bed. If I had known you would come back, I wouldn't have done anything unnecessary."

She said this with such confidence that even Fushiguro Shinobu almost laughed at her.

"Then you really are a living Buddha. Do you want me to go to the police station and give you a reward?" He leisurely took a moment to hold her head, then took her waist in his hand and turned her around to face him. "But if I may be frank, a decent and kind neighbor wouldn't hit someone in the head after being caught on the spot. If it was someone else who caught you, you would probably have already hit them in the head..."

The moment he saw the woman's face clearly, the black-haired man's mouth suddenly froze, and the sarcasm he was about to say got stuck in his throat: "...It's you?"

Um?

Chao Mu, who was being carried, blinked and looked up at the tall man in front of her: handsome, wild, and perhaps because of the angle, his chest seemed even bigger than she had just felt.

Perhaps because his emotional shifts were so vivid, her first reaction was to seriously try to recall if she had ever seen him before—but after thinking it over, she knew it was impossible. How could such a handsome model face exist in real life? Meeting him in the game was even more impossible, as she had only just opened the game today.

The most logical possibility is that the player she plays has some connection with him in past settings, but the system does not provide any background information at all.

The setting of an amnesiac protagonist is quite common. She hugged the trash can a little tighter and decided to ask him for some information: "Do you know me?"

Since she wasn't a fan of the plot, she asked this question quite casually, her eyes showing that she valued the trash can more than him. Fushiguro Shiro looked down at her for a long moment, then snorted and chuckled. He didn't answer her, but said something ambiguous, "It's still the same..."

His tone was complex, with a hint of sarcasm, and a hint of weirdness in the sarcasm... his words had even more connotations.

I have read countless books day and night, and when I heard him say this, three big words immediately appeared in my mind: Could this man be the legendary ex-husband?

"Have we met somewhere?" She blinked, finally giving him a little more attention from the card drawing. "Where did you know me? What's the old look like...hmm."

Before she could ask any more questions, the black-haired man decisively covered her mouth with his hand, turned her around, and walked towards the living room: "I've never seen him, I don't know him, I don't know him - I don't know any poor bastard who spends all day digging through garbage. And don't disturb my son's sleep here... Go back and collect your junk, kid."

He said he didn't know him, but the tone and the content of his words were completely different.

Chaomu, who was being carried by him, hugged the trash can and felt itchy in his heart.

To enhance player immersion, many amnesiac protagonists will encounter a riddle-maker at the start of the game. Ask him where you've seen him before, and he'll just smile and say nothing. Ask him about his past and he'll say the following storyline isn't yet available, so players should explore it on their own. The main goal is to leave suspense and pique players' curiosity.

It has to be said that the planned trick worked, and Shen Er had completely aroused her curiosity at this time.

She wasn't the only one whose curiosity was piqued. Fushiguro Megumi also felt that his father's attitude was very subtle. However, as a child, although he was a little curious, he was too embarrassed to admit that he wanted to gossip about his father's private life. He could only pull the quilt back into bed with a cold face and pretend that he was not curious at all.

...Anyway, he's just my father's guest...nothing to worry about.

Players who were curious and willing to explore were even pulled to the sofa and made to sit with a trash can in their arms.

Before she could draw a card in the chaos, the system task popped up again.

[Newbie Mission 2: Visit the residents of Beika Town and establish friendly relations with them (0/5)]

[Quest Reward: Random Seed x5, Random Resident Favorability +5, Beika Town Reputation +5]

This mission wasn't a timed "daily mission," so it could obviously be completed slowly. Chaomu glanced at it and closed the panel. She saw that the black-haired man hadn't shown any intention of killing or kicking her out after throwing her onto the sofa, and her hand on the file loading screen gradually loosened.

"Even though you think I'm broke, you don't seem to be planning to kick me out." She looked up at him, slightly bewildered, and asked, "Mr. Fushiguro... Is there anything else?"

He even brought her into the living room. Was he trying to treat her to tea? Or was he trying to squeeze money out of the players through some special means?

If the male PR and ex-husband's goal was the latter, then he would probably be disappointed - the player who had just entered the game not long ago had no money on him, a real poor guy. If he planned to use the same tactics to deal with her as he did with rich women, she would only ruthlessly take advantage of him.

When looking up at him, the player's eyes inevitably swept over his plump chest muscles under the black tights, and another guess flashed through his mind:

In other words, the reason why there is no currency left in the player's identity is because his ex-husband drained his wallet, and then because of poverty, he was despised by his ex-husband as a poor guy and could only make a living by digging through garbage?

Will the next plot be that things change over time, and the raccoon who becomes the king of the trash can stuffs a bunch of money into the ex-husband's chest muscles, sneering and saying "I can support you even if I pick up trash"?

She stared at the other person's chest muscles and brainstormed, and had already come up with more than ten melodramatic scenarios.

While her thoughts were wandering, Fushiguro Shigeki had already lit a cigarette, took a puff, and looked down at her condescendingly.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw her staring at his chest seriously, and the strange feeling just now flooded into his mind again: Although she was basically the same, this woman seemed to be much weaker than when she first knew him... and she acted as if she didn't know him at all. Was she pretending, or was she really stupid?

The most important thing is - at this moment, this woman was holding a trash can in her arms, but she didn't just stare at the trash can, but looked at his body... Is this really the hateful bastard he knew?

Smoke filled the air. The black-haired man looked at her deeply with a cigarette in his mouth. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and touched her cheek.

Chaomu, who had been distracted, was startled by this movement and leaned back reflexively, one hand tightly protecting the trash can in his arms, and the other hand instinctively blocked: "What are you doing?"

The first reaction was to protect the trash can... It seems like I was right.

Shen'er originally just wanted to touch her face to see if she was disguised, but seeing her treating the trash can as a treasure, he couldn't help but chuckle.

As for becoming weaker and losing memory, these were just minor problems for this strange and elusive girl - she had so many amazing tricks that one or two wouldn't make a difference.

He withdrew his hand, lazily exhaled a puff of smoke, and said slowly, "You're still asking me what I do... What are you doing? Breaking into houses in the middle of the night, bullying children, and staring blankly at a trash can in someone else's home in front of the owner..."

"Whatever I do to you is justified in self-defense. You should reflect on your own problems first."

What he said made sense, but Chaomu didn't actually think there was anything wrong with him.

What's wrong with players rushing to complete daily quests in the middle of the night? What player hasn't grabbed all the resources around them while rushing home on time before the game refreshes or before they pass out outside?

Even if we take a step back and say that players who steal resources also follow the basic law, is there nothing wrong with Fushiguro Megumi not locking the windows? If the doors and windows were locked, would she still force her way in (mainly because she couldn't break in)?

She thought so, but at the moment the enemy was strong and she was weak, and she didn't want to start over again for the time being, so Chaomu could only honestly admit some of her mistakes: "I was wrong for not thinking about how to remind you to lock the doors and windows. Can you give me your contact information? Next time I notice your children have left the doors and windows unlocked, I'll call to remind you."

Anyway, from the moment she touched the trash can, the mark of the Fushiguro family's trash can on her map lit up, indicating that she could teleport to the location of their trash can through the system map at any time - it didn't matter to her whether they locked the door or not.

She thought her actions were reasonable and thoughtful, and that Fushiguro Shiro should be grateful in every way. But she didn't expect that when she said "give me your contact information", the man in front of her suddenly frowned and stared at her with the eyes of the first day they met.

...Although in her opinion, it was indeed the first day they met.

"That's really strange. You're..." He pressed her shoulders and lowered his head, raising his eyebrows as if he had discovered a new world. "Strike up a conversation with me? Get my contact information?"

The sun is rising from the west? This woman actually knows how to ask for a man's phone number?

The author has something to say:

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Shen Er: She actually asked me for my phone number. She has me in her heart.

Very fickle, revising the outline frantically to cram in people. Currently, the new male guest Reborn, 270 and 180, will have more options after opening the Italian map...

Friends and relatives: Look at Bucciarati (rubbing his hands)

Me: Rub our hands together.