Woke up from sleep, Minamoto Yoriguang felt refreshed.
The curtains were carefully pulled halfway.
The chirping of sparrows came from the gaps in the glass windows, the clear morning air flowed in the room, and the telephone poles stood under the sea-like sky.
The golden morning light shines in, just reaching Minamoto no Laimitsu's waist, so that he won't be dazzled.
Minamoto Yorimitsu took a few breaths of the sun-filled air, and turned sideways to look at the empty bed next to him. The bedding had been stacked neatly, as if no one had slept on it.
Having a good roommate is really a worry-free thing.
At least the room won't be as messy as a pig's nest, there's no disgusting air, and there's no snoring or teeth grinding at night.
I went to the small and clean bathroom to brush my teeth and patted my face with cold water. The feeling of tightened pores made me feel more awake.
Minamoto Yorimitsu raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. A familiar yet slightly unfamiliar face appeared. The hair on his forehead in the mirror was stained with tiny drops of water.
The nose is relatively tall, but not double eyelids.
The cheeks are thinner and the cheekbones are more obvious. They have a sense of sharp peaks and ridges, but they are not rounded enough.
It’s not a feeling of weakness caused by a sallow complexion, but a very normal thin face shape.
His shoulders look wider in the mirror, but in fact he doesn't have much muscle on his body, and he relies entirely on his shoulder frame to support his figure.
I also didn’t have the long hair that Japanese people usually like. I had short hair on both sides of my ears and on the back of my head. Only the top and bangs were slightly longer and refreshing.
This kind of appearance probably can't be called handsome, and he can't even feel his temperament.
There are very few people in the world who have good-looking bones and skin. Survivor bias often causes people to belittle themselves about their appearance. His level can only be considered above average at best.
People will have appearance anxiety to some extent when they are young, but as age goes by, connotation will always occupy more choices.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu has no appearance anxiety.
The main reason is that I have tried but can't do anything. This kind of thing cannot be changed by subjective will. It is also possible that he is not the worst-looking.
Jingle Bell--
Suddenly there was a crisp phone ringing in the bedroom.
Minamoto norimitsu wiped his face, quickly walked out of the bathroom, wiped his slightly wet hands with a tissue, then picked up the mobile phone thrown on the bed, looked at the caller ID, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly answered the call.
"Ah Guang! Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? Were you working just now?" A strong male voice suddenly came out from the phone.
It even made Minamoto no Yorimitsu subconsciously move some phones away.
Even the eardrums were shaking and painful.
"What are you doing, old man, with such a loud voice! What if A Guang's work is interrupted by us? If A Guang's boss blames me, I will blame you!"
Before Minamoto Yorimitsu could speak, a sharp female voice suddenly came from the other side of the phone, and there seemed to be the sound of friction from body movements, as well as the man's gasping and hissing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, old lady, don't be angry, I'll keep my voice down..."
A man's weak begging voice came from the phone.
Soon the microphone returned to calmness.
The female voice from before came again.
"Hello? Aguang, are you listening? Are we interrupting your work? If you are working, we will hang up first and call you back during lunch."
Minamoto Noraimitsu tidied his bed and said in a very natural tone:
"I didn't go to work part-time this morning. Why did your second elder call me? Did something happen at home?"
"Oh, it's fine that I didn't bother you. There could be nothing going on at home. We just missed you and gave you a call. The old man was talking about calling you last night. He couldn't save face and was embarrassed. As a result, today
I still couldn’t bear it this morning hahaha.”
"What are you talking about, old woman! Do I care about my son?"
"Then don't let me dial the number just now. After dialing the number, you grabbed the phone and had to say the first thing yourself."
The slightly arrogant female voice quickly restrained herself, and then asked a little cautiously:
"Ah Guang, please ignore this old man. We're just calling to ask how you are. Are you having a good time finding a job recently?"
"I'm still preparing for my graduation thesis. Part-time work is fine, but I don't have a serious job yet." Minamoto Yorimitsu answered truthfully.
"Otherwise, Aguang, if you come back, we have already prepared money for you. Later, we will ask your Uncle Fukuhara to contract a piece of land. We, father and son, can develop new agricultural products together. I heard that we can make money!"
The man's voice on the other end of the phone seemed a little excited.
"What are you talking about? Guang is a college student at Kyoto University. Who wants to work with a bastard like you?"
The man's hissing sound came from the phone again. This time it was obviously more painful than before. It seemed that a lot of force had been put into it.
Minamoto Noraimitsu's mother's face changed very quickly, her voice suddenly softened, and she just comforted softly:
"Ah Guang, don't listen to him. You can find a job slowly. Do you still need money recently? If so, I will call you later."
"I still have enough money, so you don't have to be so anxious to give it to me." Minamoto Norimitsu was dumbfounded by the contrast between his parents.
"That won't work. Kyoto is a big city. Although we are in the countryside, we are close to each other. Even eating there costs a lot of money. Don't suffer yourself just to save money..."
The female voice on the phone started to be chatty.
But Minamoto Yorimitsu just sat by the bed and listened quietly, and from time to time he would reply seriously, trying his best to comfort the two old people's worries and concerns about him.
After calling for more than half an hour, I hung up the phone.
Minamoto Yorimitsu smiled helplessly. It was natural for parents to care about Yuzi, and it was even more natural for Yuzi to respond to his parents' reassurance.
This made him even more dissatisfied with his original behavior.
However, this person has passed away and it is difficult to judge again.
He took over this body again, stealing the family affection that he didn't value much at first, but it made him feel warm when he came to a strange world.
Whether it was a blood relationship or the warmth that made him quickly accept the reality, he certainly would not waste or ignore this warmth.
"So if you want to repay your parents, you have to work hard."
Minamoto Norimitsu looked at the computer that was open in front of him.
Displayed on the forum page on the screen is a post warning against rejection of love.
"Everything that falls in love requires sacrifice!"
"Such as time, money, and energy!"
"Not even happy!"
"As we all know, dating is difficult. Don't mention that if you confess your love, you will probably be rejected. You will get the good guy card and then leave in embarrassment."
"And you may not be happy even if you pay so much, and you may be taken over by someone who is considered an honest person. This has nothing to do with your appearance or family background. Even a charming and handsome guy may be teased, not to mention that he may be tricked if he is greedy.
There is personal danger.”
"So the best way to avoid these problems is to refuse to associate and enjoy a single life."
Minamoto Yorimitsu agrees very much with the content of this post.
But what does the warnings of these seniors have to do with him?
As long as you are disliked by a girl, can you reverse it and get a reward?
Then how many tricks must he have with the tea master?
Anyway, as long as you don't give your sincerity, you won't be hurt by anyone.
Now that he has decided to live his own life, Minamoto Norimitsu no longer hesitates and chooses to try what he guessed last night.
Take out your phone to unlock the screen, open the communication software LINE, and select contacts from the list.
All women except the teacher and Yumi Yoshikawa were selected.
Quickly edit the content with your fingers and send it directly with one click.