Chapter 56: Treating guests can princess carry more than two police academy students easily...
If picking up a cat can make Chaomu happy for two days, the feeling of beating Xiao Heimian at work can make Chaomu happy for many days.
After letting the cat go on a voluntary basis, she returned to her daily work life - only this time, she had a work partner, her adoptive father, Midorikawa-kun.
After the dinner that day, Little Black Face seemed to realize that he could not compete with the ace combination of her and her adoptive father, and gradually reduced the frequency of appearing at the Kawasaki family and the homes of several other noble ladies; Chaomu, who had the aura of a noble lady's special attack, was also able to contract the housekeeping services in the homes of the noble ladies in almost all of Mrs. Kawasaki's social circle, and his career was booming.
When it comes to relieving boredom, Midorikawa Kei, who replaced Amuro Toru, is obviously much more obedient than his "predecessor". He often just completes his work diligently and does not care about things that are not his business. Therefore, he is also appreciated by Mrs. Kawasaki.
Logically speaking, Chaomu should be very happy that the player's career is developing so smoothly - in the housekeeping service industry among the ladies' circle, almost no one can surpass her. Her housekeeping level is rising steadily, and her player level has also risen to level 20. The pets that are allowed to roam freely outside also bring back some rare materials from time to time, which contribute to the construction of the raccoon motorcycle.
As her level increases, her part-time job system opens up more branches, and her development in Beika Town can be said to be bright.
...At least that's how it was supposed to be.
"So, Asamure-chan, what are you unhappy about?" Hagiwara Kenji had just helped her put on her helmet. Seeing the expressionless face behind the goggles, with a hint of murderous intent, he couldn't help but tap the helmet lightly with amusement. "If you push any harder, you'll twist the handlebars off, okay?"
"...Because that guy is so annoying. He seems to be everywhere," Chaomu said, puffing his cheeks inside the helmet, his voice muffled. "I recently started working part-time as a delivery driver...and I discovered he's actually a veteran in the delivery industry!"
The player can do housework, dig in the trash can, and run deliveries in her spare time. After all, she is a player and her physical strength and energy can be replenished with potions, so she can work as hard as she wants.
But what about that little black-faced guy? Is he some Japanese robot? How could this guy be ranked second in sales at a male escort parlor, do housework, sell tea, and become a legend in the Tokyo express delivery industry at the same time?
"Is that right, Hagiwara-kun? This is totally wrong." Her voice was filled with a hint of death. "The last time I was running errands to deliver something to Beika Town Central Hospital, I saw that guy handing out balloons to the kids in the children's ward..."
That floor was the exclusive VIP inpatient area, and the trash cans were filled with fake, high-end gifts from those who came to visit the patients but actually had requests. When a certain president's wife suddenly triggered a symbolic mission to deliver a meal to her hospitalized husband, Chaomu thought he had discovered a new, uncharted territory. He excitedly rushed over, but the moment he saw a familiar blond figure, his heart fell.
"What! He's everywhere! He's everywhere!" She gritted her teeth in anger inside her helmet, and even through Hagiwara's layer of armor, she could hear the creaking of her teeth. "The most annoying thing is that when there's no transportation, I can only rent a bicycle or take a taxi, and I can't compete with him at all..."
After unlocking new job branches, side quests and achievements gradually become available. The "Legendary Beika Town Knight" title, unlocked by "Collecting 1,000 Perfect Takeout Reviews" and "Reaching "Best" Reputation in Beika Town Takeout," is particularly cool. Wearing it not only unlocks a cool new motorcycle paint job but also grants a speed boost. Even though Chaomu hasn't even unlocked the basic Raccoon motorcycle yet, that doesn't stop her from coveting the title.
Under the pressure of the little black-faced man, Chaomu felt that it would take her eight hundred years to achieve this title. Her hands clenched the handlebars, her eyes full of ferocity.
"I feel like if she changes the motorcycle's paint job, she could play a motorcycle-riding killer from some urban legend." Matsuda Jinpei commented on this expression, "You could say she has a fierce gleam in her eyes, Asami—even though she doesn't have a driver's license yet."
"Eh? Isn't that too much, Jinpei-chan?" Compared to his assessment, Hagiwara Kenji's words were almost doting. "Asami-chan's serious, focused expression is so adorable. And at the rate she's studying, she'll be able to ace the exam soon."
Matsuda felt that the filter through which Kojinran viewed Asami was a bit too thick. After all, if it were him, he wouldn't be able to say anything like "very cute" to that expressionless face and those eyes that flashed dangerous golden light in the shadows.
...It was strange. Why had he been so shy when she knocked on his door that day, dressed in her catgirl outfit? Looking at her now, he sometimes doubted his memory: Wasn't his first reaction one of shock? Or was Chaomu so service-minded that day that his demeanor softened?
"If I could pretend to be acting and legally get rid of the evil little black face, I'd probably be willing to play the motorcycle killer for free." The once cute cat-eared girl now sat astride the motorcycle with dead eyes, a look of kindness written all over her face. "I'd even pay a little money - please let me play."
"Consider that you have two active police officers with you, Ms. Killer." Her words were too dangerous, and the curly-haired man couldn't help but reach out and knock on her helmet, complaining, "Be careful, we're on the scene."
Chaomu snorted coldly: "Players don't care about in-game legal sanctions." If the little black face wasn't so slippery and ruthless, and his appearance wasn't quite so attractive, she would have put him in the sack long ago.
It was a weekend evening, and the two virgin police officers were on a rare day off. Hagi had been practicing driving with Asamura, while Asamura, who had recently made a killing, was responsible for the evening's dinner. Matsuda, with nothing else to do, had come along for the meal.
By the time Chaomu finished her driving practice, the sun had already sunk behind the towering skyscrapers. She took off her helmet, and a few strands of her short hair, which had been held down, began to rise again.
"Hagiwara-kun, have you decided on a restaurant?" After returning the helmet to Hagiwara, she jumped out of the car, turned back and looked seriously at this NPC who had helped her so much and had a good impression of her. She generously took out her wallet and said, "Any high-end cuisine will do. I'm incredibly rich now."
When the player first entered the game, she was so poor that she had to consider robbing a convenience store. She had no job and no income. At that time, Hagiwara was willing to buy her lunch boxes, provide her with jobs, and even let her draw SR skills. Although he stopped her from rummaging through the trash when they first met, she had forgiven him a long time ago.
When she said she had made money, the short-haired girl's golden eyes sparkled. From the first time he saw her, Hagiwara Kenji always felt that she was a girl with high energy, passionate, simple, goal-oriented, and full of vigor.
It's really not easy... A young girl who hasn't even attended university has survived in Tokyo until now through her own hard work. Her living conditions are gradually improving, and the future will be even better...
Hagiwara always felt an inexplicable sense of comfort when he looked at her like this. He rubbed his nose, shaking off the age-disparity-inspired comments from Xiao Xunran, such as "he looks like an overly concerned old father." "I haven't decided yet, so I'll take a look while I walk around. Is there anything in particular that Xiao Chaomu wants to eat?"
The players who usually only paid attention to the trash can in the kitchen and paid less attention to the food content shook their heads and followed him: "It's all fine. I'm not picky about food. Just pick what you like, Hagiwara-kun."
Her bouncing figure was a little too lively, and Matsuda couldn't help but call her childish. He had been walking slowly at the back, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he put his hands half in his pockets, raised an eyebrow, and quickened his pace. "Why did you let Hagi choose the store? Am I just here by the way?"
"I thought Matsuda-kun had already realized this." Chaomu raised his eyes slightly and said seriously, "After all, Matsuda-kun is too busy. He promised to teach me fighting but never fulfilled his promise. Hagiwara-kun does give me motorcycle lessons regularly."
After he caught up with her, she was sandwiched between two tall men. Hagiwara walked on her left, inconspicuously blocking her to the inside of the sidewalk; Matsuda stood on the right, his collar slightly open, sunglasses hanging on his collar as if to show off.
When it comes to teaching fighting, Matsuda feels a little wronged: he wanted to teach her, but Hagi reminded him that Chaomu was engaged in physical labor and was still at the age of growing up, and it might not be a good thing to take time out to learn fighting, so he did not take the initiative to mention it.
But since she brought it up herself, he just snorted lightly, hooked his fingertips around the sunglasses leg and turned it around twice, and agreed casually: "If you want to learn, you can learn it anytime. Just don't let me train you so hard that you beg for mercy."
He said this as if it were a challenge, and Chaomu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Don't worry, Matsuda-kun, I won't beg for mercy even if I am killed during special training."
She would just reload the save file.
Matsuda: “…………”
He felt his ability to rant skyrocket when he was near her, and he flicked his forehead again, unable to bear it any longer—this time without the helmet blocking it. "It's not that kind of special training... So what kind of special training would be to the point of killing people? Do you think you're reading some hot-blooded shonen manga?"
Chaomuxin said that it was hard to say, after all, the opponent was a killer of Gin's level who could easily break through the player's defense. If the player wanted to improve his combat power to the level that could defeat him, the training to improve his combat power would probably not be that simple.
It's a shame the innocent police NPC didn't realize the dangerous environment they were living in. Not only Matsuda, but Hagiwara was also amused by her. The young man with semi-long hair raised his hand to rub her forehead, which had turned slightly red from Matsuda's flick, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, little Chaomu. Although little Zhenping seems particularly unromantic, he's not that rude, you know?"
"...Who are you taking advantage of to attack me, Hagi? Injuries are inevitable during combat training!"
"But if it's Zhenping, he might be too serious during training, right? After all, Chaomu isn't one of our tough-skinned classmates from the police academy. So, you still have to control the amount of training during special training."
Because they were so familiar with each other, their bickering could easily leave people feeling left out. But Hagiwara, naturally, wouldn't make such a basic interpersonal mistake. He turned back, his eyes drooping, and naturally brought Asamura into the conversation: "What do you think, Asamura? Combat training really should focus on simple self-defense techniques. If you follow the police academy-level training of Jinpei-kun, your body will easily be unable to withstand it, right?"
"Hmm? I can handle it."
Chaomu, who had been daydreaming about how many days it would take to get a driver's license and start delivering food on a motorcycle, was suddenly brought back to his senses by a dialog box. He raised his arm solemnly, "Special training at the same level as the police academy is no problem. I'm in great shape, and I can easily run 800 meters carrying two or more police academy students."
She's a super strong player with a Constitution B and Strength A! NPCs can question her charm, but they can't question her strength!
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The author has something to say: (The adjustment of work and rest schedule failed miserably) The consciousness... is down...
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