"I'm back!"

"Arata, how is it! How is it! Did you pass today's test?"

"Eh? Why didn't you say anything?"

"That's it, why don't you say anything? Are you... going to quit the club?"

As soon as I got home, without even having time to take off my shoes, my mother and Liangzi ran out together and asked about today's office test!

"Well... for the time being... there should be no need to withdraw from the club!"

"Eh?"

"Really? That's great!"

"Long live!"

"Our Furuta family can now proudly tell our relatives that our new wife is going to become a star!"

“Long live the ordeal!”

…

When Arata said he didn't need to quit the company, his mother Junko and sister Ryoko jumped for joy. It wasn't until a while later that they asked about the specific details.

"But... Arata, your one-character horse?"

"Yes! Obviously you couldn't do it last night! How could it be possible!"

"Mr. Moriyama means that...it seems that if you achieve that level, you are qualified!"

"Eh?"

"I heard from Mr. Moriyama that since I have to practice frequently in the future, I don't need to pursue perfection yet! Ah... By the way, I seem to have been promoted to a formal graduate student!"

"Nani?"

"Really?"

"Well, because many graduate students did not meet Mr. Moriyama's requirements this time, they were demoted to reserve graduate students. Suddenly, a lot of places were vacant for graduate students... Oh... Also, as for pocket money, every month

It seems like another fifty thousand yen!"

"One hundred and fifty thousand yen?"

…

When her mother, Junko, heard that Arata's pocket money had actually increased to 150,000 yen, she felt a little unbelievable. If calculated this way, Arata's income had actually exceeded her own income from working in the supermarket...

A fifteen-year-old kid can actually earn nearly 2 million a year. This is really incredible... Is it any wonder that everyone is envious of those artists?

"Ah...that's great, Arata! With this money, can we move closer to the city?"

When Ryoko heard the news, he immediately became excited, and then asked about moving. To be honest, the Furuta family now lives in Hibari Hills, which is indeed too far away from Tokyo. Not only does Ichiro, as a father, have to spend money on the road every day,

There is a lot of time, and even going to the office for classes on weekends is very inconvenient.

"That's not okay, Ryoko! All that money was earned by Arata as a trainee, and it should be controlled by Arata!"

"Eh...but, didn't I give my new wife the remuneration from my part-time job as pocket money before?"

"That's different, Ryoko! This is a lot of money, we can't use it without permission!"

…

Just when her mother was arguing with Liangzi, Arata unexpectedly returned:

"It's okay, Mom! If I can help my family, I would also like to move to a location closer to the city!"

"Arata!"

"Don't worry, Mom! I will definitely continue to work well in the office!"

Arata's words made Junko's eyes suddenly turn red. Junko quickly stood up.

"I...I'm going to see if the soup is ready!"

…

Many of the dishes in the evening were Arata's usual favorites. Because they were worried that he would be hit if he failed to pass the office test, Junko and Ryoko had a busy day. But now, this dinner has turned into Arata's celebration party.

.

This meal was a rare occasion for everyone to enjoy themselves. It was not until after the dinner that my father, Ichiro, returned home.

"I'm back!"

"Hey...have you eaten already? Why didn't you call back in advance? Ah, it stinks, why did you go drink again!"

"Ah... I'm so sorry! I had a few drinks with my seniors! I've already had dinner!"

Ichiro smelled of alcohol, was slightly drunk, and seemed to be in a bad mood. For a time, the originally pleasant atmosphere at home suddenly became a little depressing.

"Ou Yaji! Are you okay?"

"Sorry, Liangzi! I'm going to take a bath first and then go to sleep in a while!"

Seeing Ichiro walking into the bathroom a little tired, Junko sighed helplessly.

…

In the second half of the dinner, because of Ichiro's sudden return home, everyone seemed to have lost the joyful atmosphere. After dinner, Arata took back the computer from his mother again, and then returned to his room. Waiting until he closed his eyes

After hearing no movement outside the door, he slowly opened his mailbox.

This email address was re-applied by Arata using his identity before time travel. Logically speaking, if someone really tracks him down, it will definitely have nothing to do with this body.

I haven't logged in for a week, and now I have received more than a dozen emails in my inbox. After Xintai clicked on them, I realized that they were all spam ads.

"Hey...this is it!"

When Arata turned to the next page, an email with a title that was obviously different from the advertisement suddenly caught Arata's attention. He clicked on it and found that it was an email from Literary Spring and Autumn.

"Dear Mr. Detective, thank you for your letter. There is some information in the attachment that you may need. I am very interested in what you mentioned last time and would like to know if your method really works.

…”

Someone actually responded to his letter! And the other person was a reporter from "Weekly Bunshun"!

Arata was pleasantly surprised and quickly clicked on the attachment in the email. Soon he discovered that the email attached turned out to be a photocopy of a report.

"The case of corpses hidden in suitcases in Gunma Prefecture?"

…

While Arata was quietly studying a report from three years ago in his room, in Junko and Ichiro's bedroom, Ryoko was lying on the quilt, looking at her husband who seemed to be about to fall asleep next to her.

He couldn't help but said nervously:

"Anata, um... Arata said today... that he passed the firm's exam and has become an official graduate student!"

"Hey... isn't this good? It's rare that he will have one more path to take in his future life."

"But... Arata said... he wants to move to a place closer to the school. What do you think..."

"Ah... this kind of thing... you just have to decide!"

Ichiro responded casually, somewhat perfunctorily, and then slowly the sound of a deep sleeper snoring could be heard.

After hearing her husband's perfunctory answer, Junko lay on the tatami and stopped talking. Although she wanted to discuss the move with her husband, she did not dare to disturb her husband's rest time.
Chapter completed!