Chapter 40: Hitting someone?

I have been feeling a chill in my tailbone and sneezing all the time these past few days.

...Did she not stay warm enough? Did she catch a cold? There wasn't any cold debuff in her status bar... Or was someone thinking of her?

It was still dark at 4:30 in the morning. The gray raccoon poked its head out of the trash can, wagging its tail. It looked at the result of its card draw, which was another fruitless draw. Then it looked at the little black face of the man sleeping with a frown under the blanket on the bed. For a moment, a sinister look appeared in its eyes: this guy must be secretly cursing her in her dream.

The dark-faced man, oblivious to her muttering, rolled over, his bare arms hanging free from the covers. Fatigue and his increasingly refined stealth skills kept him from noticing his trash can had been visited. His chest rose and fell slightly beneath the covers, like a chocolate-colored mountain range.

Although the boy lying there tiredly with his eyes closed looked quite adorable at first glance, Chaomu couldn't feel sorry for him at all - after all, Amuro Toru probably only slept four hours a day, and more than half of the remaining twenty hours were wasting her time.

Recalling the experience yesterday when he was about to go to one of the Fujita family's villas to clean, but found the trash can empty when he went there, and when he asked the housekeeper, he was told "Amuro-kun has already been there", the little raccoon felt his claws stirring.

So Midorikawa-kun, can you please try harder to make Amuro Toru lose his job sooner...

She skillfully turned off the alarm he had set for 5:30, then left Amuro's house and went to the next NPC's house to continue her daily routine of rummaging through the trash.

There were still only two children sleeping in the Fushiguro house. The Kurosawa house was empty. It seemed that Kurosawa Jin had not gone home to sleep in the past few days. There was no one in Midorikawa Kei's apartment. Chaomu guessed that he was probably working hard.

Come on, godfather, make the little black-faced guy unemployed!

She secretly cheered for Midorikawa in her heart, and waved her claws, and went to the next house.

Hagiwara and Matsuda had much more normal sleep schedules. Neither of them was on night duty tonight, and Chaomu had even tucked Matsuda's bed in when she passed by. While the boy didn't sleep naked, his sleeping posture was certainly unsightly, with his pajamas rolled up to his chest, revealing a sturdy waist and abdomen. She was worried he'd catch a cold.

Hagiwara Kenji's sleeping posture was much more serious, lying on his back with the blanket pulled up to his chin. His purple eyes, which sparkled during the day, were now closed, his brows relaxed, and his breathing steady.

He's truly a player's best friend! Even when he's sleeping, he looks so handsome!

The little raccoon couldn't help but stretched out his claws to lift his drooping hair, and before he frowned, he decisively teleported away. Before leaving, he even helped him water the potted plants.

After searching around and finding nothing as usual, she ended the card drawing activity as usual and returned to Beika Town in the dark night to continue contributing to the garbage sorting and sanitation work in Beika Town.

Although staying up late requires spending Raccoon Coins to buy potions, Chaomu is still willing to count this as a necessary expense - it's fun to stay up late, and there are so many things to do late at night.

Compared to her previous activities during the day, she now prefers to go out at night. The Golden Raccoon vacuum cleaner runs at full speed at night, sweeping every corner of the ladies' houses and alleys.

And after six o'clock...

For the fifty-second time this week, Chaomu, carrying a vacuum cleaner, met the blond, dark-faced man in front of Mrs. Fujita's residence.

"What a coincidence... Miss Asami."

Even though his alarm was off, Amuro Toru, still awake on time thanks to his biological clock, smiled brightly, not betraying the fact that he had only averaged three to four hours of sleep this week. "Are you coming to work so early today? You must be working hard."

Perhaps because of his skin color, even if he had dark circles under his eyes, they were barely noticeable. Chaomu rubbed the dark circles under his eyes against the mirror-clear door. After enduring for two seconds, he chose not to ignore him: "...it's a coincidence."

She had thought she could at least clean out the trash cans in the house before he arrived...but why did this guy get up at 5:30 and go to work at 6:00? Doesn't he spend time dressing up?

Is this the man whose SSR skill is the working emperor... How terrifying. Even if the player doesn't need to sleep, it's hard to beat him.

The short-haired girl's tone was quite cold and emotionless, but Amuro Toru was not surprised - after all, he actually knew very well that to her, he was definitely not a positive image, but a hateful competitor.

Although this wasn't his original intention, for the sake of his mission, he could only feel a little sorry and, with Mrs. Fujita's smiling guidance, walked in before her and went upstairs to the study. Soon, the lady's sweet laughter could be heard from upstairs.

"Mr. Amuro will be responsible for accompanying Madam to clean and appraise some antiques." The butler who came to greet them looked at Chaomu with a hint of sympathy, and his tone softened considerably. "To prevent their activities from being disturbed, you only need to clean the living room and dining room. You don't need to bother with the upstairs."

Not only did her salary naturally get cut by half, but Chaomu also lost the precious opportunity to search through the trash cans. The trash cans in the ladies' bedrooms and study rooms used to have the highest turnover rate and the richest drops, but now she couldn't touch them because of her gloomy face...

She had no connection to the laughter upstairs. Every time she turned on the vacuum cleaner, she became murderous. After quickly cleaning the living room and getting her salary, she immediately prepared to move on to another house - the hateful little black face would probably have to accompany Mrs. Fujita to appreciate antiques for a while, so while he was away, she might as well go to other ladies' homes before him.

It was past ten o'clock when she arrived at the Kawasaki family's estate. Mrs. Kawasaki was lazily basking in the sun.

"After all, although Xiao Chaomu is very capable, for many sisters, work ability is not the first priority." Seeing Chaomu coming over, she covered her lips and smiled, saying meaningfully, "Xiao Chaomu's ability is not the same as Tou-jun's ability."

The older, carnivorous woman's voice was drawn out in a hoarse, lazy tone. Chaomu's face was pale, but she still straightened her back in defiance and said seriously, "I am also very capable, ma'am. Believe me."

"Then little Chaomu needs to train to become stronger," Mrs. Kawasaki said with a smile, sweeping her arms and legs and pinching her forearm. "Although it will be very difficult to catch up with Shi'er, if you train to Tou-kun's level, maybe it's possible?"

The player's body is only eighteen or nineteen years old. Although she is very strong and has a good physique, she is relatively thin due to malnutrition. After a period of leveling up and improving her food, her figure has become a little stronger than when she started, and the muscles in her arms can be seen.

Chaomu lowered her head and let her pinch him obediently, raising her arms in cooperation.

Compared to other ladies who prefer the multifunctional male servant with a black face, Mrs. Kawasaki likes her more, perhaps because of Shen'er's face. She leaves all the housework and other work to her, and asks her to do other odd jobs from time to time, such as setting up the tea party venue, preparing for gatherings, and running errands.

"After all, Xiao Chaomu works very hard. I really like hardworking girls, don't you think?" The older lady once patted her shoulder like this, her eyes reflecting the shadow of the young man's flesh on display on the stage, and then lightly passed by, "Shen'er-kun has run errands for me like this before. Since his sweat-soaked muscles are very handsome, I don't mind giving him a little extra tip..."

"...But if Xiao Chaomu wants to get this part of the tip, he needs to put in more effort."

After all, compared to NPCs with high charm who can make a living by their looks, players with charm D can be said to have no competitiveness in front of ladies who only care about looks and mainly consume men.

Damn cowherd.

"No matter what, I'll do my best." The self-aware short-haired girl stretched out her arms, her youthful limbs full of vigor. "Madam, you can leave the work to me."

"Okay, dear," Mrs. Kawasaki looked at her with a smile and asked the housekeeper to prepare a cup of hot milk and a sandwich for her as a snack. "Don't worry, I won't hand over your work to Tou-kun like others did. I have high hopes for little Chaomu."

A gigolo's job was to display his masculinity; if she really wanted a caring assistant, Mrs. Kawasaki preferred a female one. Her husband's chosen housekeeper was getting older, so she could use this time to observe him and see if he was a good fit. If he was needed and wouldn't be too affected by her husband's behavior, she could keep him and train him as an assistant or housekeeper, which would be a good option.

Although the butler and bodyguard are in a lower position, Mrs. Kawasaki is often tired of the superior look they occasionally reveal... Compared to women, men are still too troublesome.

Asami also probably knew that Mrs. Kawasaki had a very good impression of her.

Today, she found a limited edition platinum necklace in the Kawasaki family's trash can. It was originally a treasured piece of Mrs. Kawasaki's collection, but it had been accidentally lost. She picked up the necklace and gave it back to Mrs. Kawasaki, who just smiled and waved it off.

What a nice rich woman.

Chaomu put the chain into his backpack and thought with emotion.

Although the name of the necklace had changed from [Mrs. Kawasaki's Platinum Necklace] to [Chao Mu's Platinum Necklace] when it was taken out of the trash can, I still feel that the gift confirmed from the NPC is different from the one picked up directly from the trash can - Mrs. Kawasaki is such a good person, if it can produce SSR skills, she doesn't mind calling her mommy.

Her good mother had to attend an event that afternoon and generously brought her along, saying she would be paid an hourly wage for housework and that her only responsibility was to provide companionship. Chaomu always had the strange illusion that she was being kept by a wealthy woman, so she followed along obediently.

As the driver drove out of the manor, Mrs. Kawasaki, still smiling, reminded Chaomu to get her driver's license as soon as possible, saying she could provide her with start-up capital if needed. Chaomu listened obediently and replied that she was learning to ride a motorcycle and would learn other things after that.

"Motorcycles are cool, too," Mrs. Kawasaki said, perking up at the topic. "I learned how to ride them when I was younger. Racing at night is incredibly exciting—and of course, motorcycle clothes have a unique flavor too..."

Chaomu was about to agree when he felt the car jolt as if it had hit something. The driver's suppressed scream came from the front: "Husband, Madam...! It seems like someone..."

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The author has something to say: The scammer makes a grand appearance!

I found myself really looking at the pot while writing on the bowl... Why does Teacher R have to appear in the next stage? And Aqiang and Ahua, I have imagined the "first meeting" two hundred times...