In the classroom with bright and clean windows, the only sound is the clicking sound of white chalk in the hand of the Mandarin teacher on the blackboard.

The back row is by the window, the spring breeze is blowing, the young man has clear features, bright eyes, black hair scattered in front of his forehead, and he is carefully taking notes.

It has been half a year since I was reborn in Tokyo, and I have gradually accepted this fact.

The original owner is Kashiwara Kiyaki, a student at Tsukimine Private High School in Tokyo, living alone in Tokyo.

He seems to be a descendant of a certain swordsmanship school. Both his parents died, leaving hundreds of millions of yen in debt and a dilapidated dojo.

The situation is not very good, it can even be called bad, but he died unexpectedly in his previous life, and now he is extremely happy to be able to live another life.

'The love game is starting...'

Kashiwahara stopped his pencil in surprise, love game...

"Kashiwahara, you are still working so hard after class. A good student is also worried about college."

A duck-voiced laugh came, and a boy with pimples patted his shoulder affectionately, urging him not to indulge in the misery of studying.

It's inappropriate to say this, but Kashiwara can't find a more appropriate word to describe his friend Yamazaki Masato than 'dirty'.

The bulging book package is not a textbook, but a full notebook, and the head becomes H-shaped.

However, he has a gentle temperament, gets along well with Kashiwahara, and is considered one of his few friends.

Kashiwahara Kiyaki and Yamazaki smiled and left their seats and walked towards the vending machine downstairs.

The bluestone road is paved with cherry blossoms, and the sunshine is like a wandering horse walking alone. The cherry blossoms are falling like falling snow.

It is now April, and spring is coming as expected.

"After three days of absence, the world will be filled with cherry blossoms."

Kashiwahara looked at this scene and seemed to sigh with emotion.

"Ah, Kashiwahara, you are very cultured. You can write haiku at such a level." Yamazaki was surprised.

Kashiwahara smiled slightly and copied it.

He bent down to take out a drink from the outlet of the vending machine, and unscrewed the tab of the soda, which made a pleasant crisp sound.

"Chiba-san, I'm sorry."

A soft voice came, and the two of them stopped and stared at the corner next to the flower bed of the teaching building through the dense bushes.

The girl with short brown hair is wearing a beautiful dark blue pleated skirt, exposing her snow-white legs, her pretty face is wearing just the right amount of light makeup, and her voice is melodious. She is only the age of a student, but she exudes the charm of an adult and is full of apologies:

"Actually, Chiba-san, I have always treated you as an older brother, but I didn't expect that you would misunderstand me. I'm really sorry..."

"No, it's okay." The thin boy said dryly, showing a forced smile.

"However, I feel very happy when I get along with Chiba-san... The smell on Chiba-san's body is very warm, like the smell in childhood memories... I was really surprised and very happy to receive your confession.

Happy, thank you, thank you for liking me, Qianye, I will keep this love letter well and keep it in my heart."

Izumi Ryoka was too shy to raise her beautiful eyes to look directly at the boy. She held the love letter in her arms and said softly that such a lovely girl could not feel any anger even if she rejected other people's confessions.

The boy named Chiba left in a hurry, with regret and a little joy. It seemed that her confession was too sudden, and Izumi-san would not be able to accept it for a while, but she said, 'I am very happy to receive my confession...

'

Is she hinting at something? Does she still have a chance?

Thinking of this, the boys' backs looked excited and excited.

Izumi Ryoka looked at the other person's leaving back, her slightly upward red lips drooped, and she threw the love letter contemptuously into the trash can nearby.

On the way back, I met Kashiwahara and the two of them, glanced at them with a lack of interest, and passed each other by, not taking this boy who was pursuing me seriously.

"Let's go." Kashiwahara also did not take Izumi Ryoka to heart and spoke calmly.

Under the cherry blossoms, the atmosphere was dull. After a while, Masato Yamazaki cautiously said in a tentative tone:

"Be clear about it, you can't control a girl like Izumi Ryoka. If you leave her, you know it's not a blessing." Yamazaki said with a smile, with a hint of comfort.

"Don't worry, I don't care about the past anymore." He smiled helplessly, and his best friend felt relieved.

Bai Yuan lamented that the original owner was good at everything. He would work part-time no matter how hard it was, and he would not neglect his studies no matter how busy he was. He had no bad habits, and the emperor's uncle only had a taste of it.

But behind the scenes, he is a licking dog without self-awareness.

This tea-smelling girl, Izumi Ryoka, kept her original owner in a relationship last year and kept her away from her, making him like a humble licking dog, enjoying the attentive flattery and enthusiastic pursuit, but when he got tired of playing with her, he threw it away like trash.

From beginning to end, the original owner never even held Izumi Ryoka's hand.

The most intimate act between the two of them was when the original owner helped Izumi Ryoka go shopping and accidentally touched her ring finger, which made the original owner extremely excited.

However, the person who is the dog licker is ‘Kashiwara Kiyaki’, what does it have to do with him, Kashiwahara? Naturally, it does not resonate.

'The essence is that in a certain circle, whoever belongs to the higher class can get priority through class downward compatibility. The same is true in the emotional world. Unfortunately, Kashiwara Kiyaki is at the bottom and only has the right to be chosen.

.'

Kashiwahara Kiyaki made up his mind and stopped paying attention to this matter.

He leaned on the metal desk with his arms, turned the mechanical pencil leisurely, and glanced at the noisy surroundings with a smile.

Japanese high school students like to divide into small groups. Invisibly, Kashiwahara was left out of the group, but he didn't care.

The pencil stopped with an emotionless mechanical sound.

[The love role-playing game has been loaded]

[Those who are good at love games are also angels who give happiness]

[Players please abide by the rules of the game, reach the pinnacle of love, and convey true happiness to the near future]

【……】

[The love game releases event tasks regularly, and you will receive corresponding rewards after completing them]

[Players can conquer different characters and become a love master]

[The system test is completed, the love profession has been changed, and the matching degree with the player is 99%]

[The player defaults to the ninth position of the love profession, please explore the love profession by yourself]

【……】

A blue screen popped up in front of them, and the others turned a blind eye.

The series of information used for introduction and explanation is not long, concise and clear, mixed with doubts, Kashiwahara is thoughtful.

Simply explore this so-called ‘love role-playing game’, which mainly has several functions:

[Task] [Personal] [Professional] [Game Mall]

Kashiwahara pondered, not in a hurry, but clicked on the personal information:

A few lines of text immediately popped up on the screen:

Name: Kashiwara Kiyaki

Age: 17 years old

Stamina: 4

Agility:5

Strength:4

Intelligence:4

Charisma:4

[Note, the average attribute of an eighteen-year-old is 4]

Skills: None

Title: None

Order: Love Passerby

Star value: 20

Items: None

Love order?

There seems to be hundreds of millions of problems with my love game.

PS: The author Jun is an eighteen-year-old newcomer. Please collect and recommend new books.
Chapter completed!