Does gravity make me stronger?

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He had to earn his living expenses by working, but working all the time wasn't a long-term solution. On the way, he began to think about what kind of job he should take next.

Analyzing his own strengths, Hachiman was surprised to find that he only had a handful of advantages.

First, writing style.

Second, observation skills.

Third, that's all.

So, should I debut as a novelist?

Recently, there have been many online novels featuring time travel, in which the protagonists support themselves by copying novels, but they have no memories of their previous lives.

Also.

Although it has a silly system, it does not have the function of copying texts.

So, what about purely original content?

You can't do that...

So how about looking at it from another angle, becoming a private investigator?

This is a career worth considering.

The ability to read a client's mind allows him to easily discern their true thoughts, and aside from some dangerous cases, it's practically a magic weapon, especially in cases like infidelity investigations.

Imagine facing a cheating husband (wife) who is full of lies; all you need to ask is: "Have you cheated on me?"

The other person will then eagerly recount everything in their mind.

At that time, as long as you follow the clues, it will be easy to find evidence of the other party's infidelity; it's practically a sure thing.

In addition, there is the memory extraction ability, which was originally quite useless. If it is a request to find something, as long as the other party's memory is extracted, it is easy to determine the location of the lost item.

But here's the problem: how can a high school freshman set up his own firm and get clients?

Want to be a detective in the gray area?

Um, that's a bit difficult...

[Go become a male escort! From what I've observed, you're very popular with the aunties, Hachiman-kun!]

[Read the aunties' preferences with your heartfelt words, then transform the illusion into the shape they desire, and finally use Black Flash to create the legend of the "ten times a night" man!]

Cao, shut up!

The system's words caused severe mental pollution to Hachiman. Despite his desperate attempts to endure it, he still couldn't help but imagine the decadent scene of himself dressed as a male host in a nightclub being slapped in the face with 10,000 yen bills by a rich woman.

Surprisingly, it felt kind of good.

Wait a minute, it's a bit chilly on my back.

Xiangzi & Su Shi: Stabbed to death with pancreatic islets.

The bone-chilling cold instantly pulled Hachiman back to reality.

He gasped for breath, trying to seal away the memory of what had just happened.

How terrifying! I almost became a rich woman's sex slave...

Hachiman quickened his pace slightly, jogging along, with the rich woman keeping up behind...

No.

System, you deserve to die!

Oh, is it my fault?

Finally, Hachiman arrived at the entrance of the Starry Night Performance Hall. Just as he was about to go downstairs, Yu Guangzhong suddenly caught a glimpse of the blackboard displayed outside.

He stopped.

Today's performing bands: CiCi, Flowers, Nonosaka48...

Hachiman walked over slowly, took his hand out of his pocket, and casually rubbed his chin.

A moment later, his mind suddenly cleared.

"This is it!"

Have you figured it out?

You'll never understand!

Too lazy to waste words with the system, Hachiman silently began to ponder—

Given his abilities, it's practically impossible for him to start a decent business from scratch.

but.

If End of the Band and Mygo can become professional bands, I might have a chance to become a manager and make a living.

However, there is one thing to be clear about: have Aine and Nijika ever considered becoming a professional band?

Mygo's situation is probably more uncertain. Apart from Yoro, none of the five members of the band seem to be people who intend to make a living through music.

Especially Nagasaki Motoyo...

She might have joined the band simply to have a place to go whenever she wanted.

On the other hand, it seems there's some hope for the band that's about to end.

To find the answer to this question, Hachiman eagerly stepped into the starry sky.

"Ara, Hachiman-kun, it's been a long time."

"scare!"

As soon as he entered, Hachiman was startled by the cold voice.

Yukino Yukinoshita has come all the way from Chiba again?

He subconsciously looked for the figure of the beautiful girl with long black hair, but he only caught sight of Goto Ichiri sweeping the floor at the door.

She wore white Bluetooth earphones in her small ears and was diligently cleaning the floor with a broom.

"Goto-kun?"

"Ara..."

It was that woman's voice again, and Hachiman nervously pursed his lips.

but.

At this moment, he also realized that the real Yukinoshita was not here, and that the voice came from the earphones worn by Goto Ichiri.

Given Yukino Yukinoshita's personality, she would never repeat just a few sentences like a broken record.

Instead, they might say things like, "Oh, we meet again, Hachiman. Are you playing a puppet? Standing there motionless. If all you can do is breathe, even the air conditioner next to you is more effective than you," which is infuriating.

Hachiman did not deliberately muffle his footsteps, but strode over and gently patted Goto Ichiri on the shoulder.

"ah!!!"

The ambiguous scream made Hachiman immediately regret his actions.

Goto Ichiri was so terrified that her body stiffened, then she sprang up quickly, strands of pink hair hitting Hachiman's face. It smelled nice, but it hurt...

[A memorable scene! Eriri's twin-tail attack]

Where did those twin tails come from?

Chapter 225, Part 222: Hachiman: Becoming the Richest Man Through Losses, Starting as a Manager

As we all know, there is no sensation in the hair strands, but they are connected to nerve endings in the scalp.

When her long hair made intimate contact with a boy's face, and even got a little saliva on it, Goto Ichiri finally calmed down, took several steps back tremblingly, and then bowed in a practiced manner to apologize.

"Secretly, red bean paste, secretly, Hachiman, I really didn't mean it. If I were to commit seppuku to atone for my sins, could you forgive me?"

[A C-section won't do; at least the belly should be exposed, and then...]

Before he could finish his lewd remarks, Hachiman suppressed the rather active, silly system in his mind and apologized, "I scared you, I'm sorry."

Only after receiving forgiveness did Goto Ichiri dare to raise her head, looking at Hachiman with pitiful, animal-like eyes.

Upon seeing the obvious red mark on the other person's face, she shrank back in shame once again.

"It's really okay, it doesn't hurt at all."

To ease Goto Ichiri's anxiety, he could only awkwardly change the subject: "Speaking of which, what were you listening to just now, Goto-kun? I heard Yukinoshita's voice."

"Oh, you mean this?"

Goto Ichiri took off his headphones, took a step closer, and then naturally put the receiver into Hachiman's ear, completely unaware of how ambiguous his actions appeared to others.

Suppressing his excitement, Hachiman silently adjusted the position of his headphones.

At that moment, Yukino Yukinoshita's clear and pleasant voice rang out.

The headphones have excellent sound quality, and the strange tuning makes the girl's voice sound very close to your ear, as if she were breathing right next to you.

"Goto-kun..."

Yukino's voice is very steady. At first listen, it sounds like an iceberg radiating cold air, and it is indeed an iceberg.

But after listening to it for a while, it gives you a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze and the melting of ice and snow.

It must be his imagination.

For some reason, Hachiman got goosebumps all over his body, quickly took out his earplugs, cleaned them, and returned them to Goto Ichiri.

"It is indeed Yukinoshita's voice, but why would Goto Ichiri do this?"

"Because I want to be a cool girl like Yukinoshita." Goto Ichiri's eyes widened in surprise.

No, even if you could recite Yukino's words perfectly, you still couldn't become Yukino herself...

"Well, listening to the recording won't help either, right?"

Goto Ichiri's expression went from full of hope to plummeting into despair.

"Is it no use?"

Hachiman sighed helplessly: "Of course it's no use. Didn't Yukinoshita stop you? Or did she lose her mind too?"

"That was something I did secretly without Yukinoshita's knowledge."

"I suggest you don't do it. If Yukinoshita herself finds out, you'll definitely get a severe scolding."

"Well..."

Perhaps thinking of Yukinoshita's machine-gun-like sarcastic remarks, Goto Ichiri decisively gave up the idea of ​​continuing to listen to the recording.

"By the way, how are the preparations for the cultural festival's performance going?"

"It's...it's alright..."

Goto Ichiri gripped the tip of the broom and said somewhat uncertainly.

A while ago, the cultural festival committee of Xiuhua High School approved the band's qualification to perform.

In the past few days, the band has been practicing hard for the songs they will be performing on stage.

Based on the current progress, there shouldn't be any problems.

"That's good."

Hachiman paused after speaking, and his direct gaze made the girl in front of him a little shy.

"What's wrong, Hachiman? Is there something strange on my face?"

Goto Ichiri hurriedly straightened his collar.

"Nothing, I was just wondering, Goto-kun, has your hair grown longer again?"

"Oh, really?"

Goto Ichiri deftly twisted a strand of her pink hair around her neck, then exclaimed in surprise, "It looks real! Oh no, I spent so much money to get this haircut!"

Goto Ichiri is a very eccentric girl.

She's frugal, but according to Hongxia, the sports jacket she's wearing seems to be a luxury item worth hundreds of thousands of yuan.

Despite her extravagant spending habits, she rarely buys things and has a habit of saving money.

Hachiman looked her over, and after a long while shook his head: "Are the others, Ijichi-san? I have something I want to discuss with them."