Chapter 5: The High School Boy Returns Home

The teacher felt sorry for his lack of resistance and told Zhuo that in reality no girl would like such a man.

Zhuo felt that the teacher was too young and had a small vision.

There is no way to have the best of both worlds, how can I not let you down?
He said confidently that if things are impossible, it doesn't matter if it's a boy. There is no need to be so strict about gender. One should have a spirit of sacrifice for one's dreams.

The teacher was speechless: “…”

Originally Zhuo thought that this matter had passed.
It was just a small matter, and since I was about to leave elementary school, I didn't take it seriously.

Then later,

As expected, an accident happened.

The parents were invited, three-party interviews were conducted, and all kinds of earnest persuasion were given.

To the extent that, during the three years of junior high school, and even now, everyone in the teacher circle knows that there is such a "problem student".

That's why Zhuo's seat is in the first row.

Next came the class. There was nothing much to say about what happened in the classroom. It was just the teacher talking and Zhuo hiding behind his book and daydreaming.

Perhaps only after experiencing the beatings of society can one realize that there is no other activity that requires less brainpower and is more comfortable and relaxing than daydreaming in class.

Neon High School,
There are three classes in the morning and two classes in the afternoon. School ends around four o'clock in the afternoon.

If there is a club, participate in its activities. Basically all students will choose a club to join because it can add extra points when applying to university.

Zhuo is naturally a category beyond the "basic" category, so he went home.

The campus was quite lively at this time.

"Hirota, wait for me, let's go to the club together..."

"Qimei, hurry up!"

"..."

Zhuoda was sorting her bag and walking in the opposite direction from them.

The setting sun was still high in the sky, and Zhuo had already ridden a shared bicycle to go home. In Neon, bicycles and subways are the main means of transportation. Basically, you can see bicycle recycling stations at many intersections on the way to school.

There are also all kinds of junior high school students passing by on the roadside. Most students get out of school at this time, but office workers do not.

Zhuo did not go home immediately, but stopped at a convenience store he passed by.

After parking the bicycle, picking up the handbag in the basket, I pushed open the door of the convenience store.

jingle--

After entering the door, he had a clear goal. He walked to the food shelf, took out a fast food lunch box and went to pay.

There aren't many people in the convenience store, and there are very few high school students who go home. People like Zhuo are probably the useless ones who are looked down upon.

This saves the process of queuing.

Hand the transportation card and the instant lunch box to the cashier.

With a beep, the money was deducted from the bus card.

Japan's transportation cards, such as Passmo card, Suica card, etc., can be used for payment in all convenience stores, station stores, and about half of the stores. In other words, it is not just a transportation function. As long as you have a transportation card, there is no problem going out without money.

Zhuo took the instant lunch box with his bare hands, put the bus card back into his pocket, and left.

ten minutes later,

Zhuo stopped at the bottom of an apartment building with her handbag, parked her bicycle, swiped her card and walked into the elevator.

In the real Tokyo, being able to live alone in a small building with a yard is a plot that only exists in anime.

Unfortunately, although Zhuo also lives alone, the house is rented.

Ding--

The elevator stopped at the fifteenth floor, and Zhuo walked out of the elevator. On the left were apartment doors, and on the right was a guardrail about 1.5 meters high. He walked along this road until the end, and stopped at the apartment door facing the elevator door. There was a red floor mat in front of the door, and there was a pot of green plants on each side of the floor mat.

The pot on the left is a cactus, and the pot on the right... is also a cactus.

Zhuo bent down, took out the key from under the cactus pot on the left, straightened up, and inserted the key into the keyhole.

Why did Zhuo put the key in such an old-fashioned place...

With a click, the door opened.

The first thing that catches your eye is the messy men's shoes on the floor. On the right is the shoe rack, and there is still a lot of empty space on the rack.

This is the entrance.

Zhuo put on slippers and pushed his shoes aside. He stepped on the wooden floor and reached the living room in just two steps.

There is a small sofa in the center of the living room.

The handbag was thrown on the sofa in the living room. The sofa was only three or four meters long and could only seat three people.

There was a rectangular low table in front of the sofa. Zhuo placed his lunch box on the table and then sank down on the sofa.

Sitting here, you are facing the kitchen and bathroom, and behind you is the bedroom.

All this added up is only about 30 square meters.

The piled up clothes are gathered in the corner. When needed, you just have to rummage through the pile. It's very convenient.

Zhuo also threw the school uniform coat he had just taken off there.

The ground was relatively clean, with no food residue or garbage.

Every time after eating his lunch box, Zhuo would throw it into the garbage bag outside the door, so that no matter how messy the house was, the floor would not be dirty.

So even though it's messy, it's not sloppy...right?

Given the conditions, if he really gets robbed, Zhuo is looking forward to whether he can really find money here.

Oh, it’s not that Zhuo’s parents treat him badly, nor that the family income is low... It’s just that here in Tokyo, paper is more expensive than money, and housing prices have been skyrocketing. It’s already good enough to be able to rent here.

With a living room, a bedroom, a kitchen and a bathroom, it can be considered luxurious for him to live alone.

Zhuo bent over on the sofa, unpacked the instant lunch box and started eating.
"I'm starting!" Utsunomiya Shuo shouted in accordance with local customs.

The instant bento is chicken fillet rice. Although it is an industrialized machine-produced product, it still tastes good. Although you will get tired of eating it every day.

Although Zhuo has a lot of living expenses every month, he doesn't often go to family restaurants to eat.

The reason...

Maybe Zhuo suffers from a rare mental disorder called communication disorder.

Specifically, they feel uncomfortable communicating with people in a crowd, feel uncomfortable dining alone in a family restaurant where couples sit next to each other and there are many young couples everywhere, and they are not good at communicating with people who are different in age or personality from themselves... and so on.

This symptom is particularly severe when relatives are present during festivals or when visiting others.

It is already in the advanced stage and treatment has been abandoned.

Therefore, except for school days, he chose to stay at home alone.

Even at school, there were only a handful of people who interacted with Zhuoping.

This may seem strange and lonely to some people, but he doesn't think so. Everyone has his own way of being happy, and he just likes to be alone.

In fifteen minutes, I finished the lunch box.

Zhuo tied the disposable chopsticks and the lunch box together, walked to the door with the bag in hand, leaned out, and threw the lunch box into the black garbage bag on the right.

He clapped his hands symbolically, slammed the door shut, then staggered to the sofa and lay down.

(End of this chapter)