Dubian Che, as usual, got up at six, lifted dumbbells until six thirty, and went to the nearby park to listen to broadcast music and do radio calisthenics.
Nowadays, very few young people do radio calisthenics, just like Jiutiao Meijie said, it seems like a foolish thing to do.
In the park, Dubian Che’s companions were only the old ladies and old men from the Showa era, aside from a group of elementary school students wearing shorts.
Because Dubian Che was a kind and handsome big brother and his movements in radio calisthenics were quite standard, he had unwittingly become their leader.
The female teacher in charge of the elementary students had prepared an attendance card for Dubian Che and stamped various animal prints on it.
"Jumping exercise, one, two, three..."
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After finishing the calisthenics, Dubian Che waved goodbye to the kids and tapped on the light blue transparent panel.
[Physical Strength: 3→4]
He clenched his fist, but did not feel a sudden increase in strength, nor did he experience the mysterious confidence of tearing the sky with one punch or shattering the earth with one kick.
However, compared to this spring, Dubian Che indeed felt his grip getting stronger.
As he left the park, he saw a tall, green weed by the road; warmed up from the exercises, he instinctively spun around and kicked it.
The weed snapped in the middle, flew high into the air, and fell into a yard with the sign ’Haruki.’
’Battle power reaches 7 points!’ Dubian Che nodded in satisfaction.
A small dog’s frightened barks came from the Plain family’s yard, probably hit by the weed.
Then a gentle woman’s voice followed, comforting the dog.
Dubian Che, unflinching, calmly left the "scene of the crime."
As long as he wasn’t caught, it wasn’t a crime... that was something he had learnt from Jiutiao Meijie.
’This continuous learning, it’s hard to imagine how great I’ll be in the future!’
Because he was unilaterally declared to have a date by Jiutiao Meijie, Dubian Che couldn’t go to the library to read and stayed in his rented room, searching for information related to dating.
The online advice was either typical "normalized" dating or exaggerated television drama scenarios, none of which seemed interesting to an angry Jiutiao Meijie.
Not finding anything, he decided not to waste time .
With a physical strength of 4, he should be able to fight Shizuru without relying on terrain and shot put, but if he had to, he would waste his only points on physical strength.
After deciding on a "normalized" date, Dubian Che started reading the ’Spanish Grammar and Vocabulary’ book he bought from the bookstore after school yesterday.
Just as he was engrossed in studying, the doorbell rang; thinking it was NHK again, he pretended not to hear.
There’s a quirky Island Country law that mandates anyone who owns a device capable of receiving NHK signals must pay NHK.
However, this law doesn’t stipulate corresponding penalties, so people no longer needing NHK service are perpetually harassed by them.
The doorbell rang three times then stopped.
His phone on the table vibrated, Dubian Che glanced at it and saw an unfamiliar number, but he decided to answer.
"Open the door, I’m giving you three seconds," Jiutiao Meijie’s command came through the radio waves into his ears.
"I thought it was NHK..."
Dubian Che looked at the hung-up phone screen, 9:40, there were still twenty minutes until ten.
He got up, walked to the entrance, removed the chain, and opened the door.
"You’re too slow!" Jiutiao Meijie, dressed in a white dress, scolded unapologetically as she walked in.
Shizuru silently followed behind her.
"I was reading," Dubian Che said.
Jiutiao Meijie glanced around the room, saw the dumbbells in the corner, and smirked disdainfully.
She plopped down on Dubian Che’s dining table—there wasn’t a single chair in Dubian Che’s room, and even the bed was set up temporarily each night.
"Bring out the long socks I gave you, I need to inspect them," Jiutiao Meijie, crossing her legs and folding her arms, commanded from on high.
Dubian Che hadn’t expected her to actually carry out an inspection, and a surprise one at that!
Fortunately, he had kept them well stored.
He rummaged through the cabinet and handed two well-preserved black long socks to Jiutiao Meijie.
"Perfect condition," Dubian Che said.
"You haven’t used them, huh," Jiutiao Meijie’s smile turned chillingly cold. "I’m going to punish you."
"Wait! How could a guy like me possibly need long socks?"
Oblivious Jiutiao Meijie swung her legs. "What should I punish you with?"
"Wait, wait!" Dubian Che snapped back to reality. "Miss Jiutiao, you are an unattainable presence in my heart! I never even thought about it!"
Jiutiao Meijie slightly furrowed her brow in thought, then very reluctantly admitted, "That makes sense, I am indeed too high above."
Dubian Che breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully, other than him, there were no normal people in the Human Observation Department, just narcissists.
"Right, I could only dare to preserve your socks carefully."
"Fine, I’ll let you off this time, but I’ll inspect again next time," Jiutiao Meijie stood up. "Let’s go."
"Just a moment, I need to change clothes."
Jiutiao Meijie sat back down on the table. "You have thirty seconds, one second over, and I’ll punish you."
Dubian Che blinked, looked at Jiutiao Meijie and the female robot Shizuru. "Could you please step out?"
Jiutiao Meijie smilingly examined Dubian Che’s body, unhesitatingly stating:
Always expressionless, Shizuru watched Dubian Che’s uncomfortable expression and gave a faint cold smile.
"This..." Dubian Che gave up. "I won’t change, let’s just go."
"I said I’m not changing."
Dubian Che really wanted to curse, but his manners wouldn’t allow it.
So, he grabbed a black shirt and casual pants and rushed into the narrow bathroom.
"Ah haha, you are quite shy," Jiutiao Meijie’s taunt followed him in.
"It’s because your skin is too thick!"
Dubian Che took off his faded T-shirt that he used as pajamas.
"Having thick skin isn’t a flaw; you still need to train if you want to serve me," Jiutiao Meijie sounded quite cheerful.
Dubian Che took off his shorts, threw them on the toilet, and began to put on his casual pants.
"Does society have such high expectations for bodyguards now?!"
"Of course. Otherwise, what if a woman comes to assassinate me stark naked? Should all the bodyguards close their eyes?"
"That’s someone else not wearing clothes, don’t worry. When the time comes, I’ll protect you without even blinking!"
Dubian Che hurriedly put on his shirt, not bothering to button it up, and walked out.
Jiutiao Meijie was holding an attendance card for gymnastics, studying which animals were on it. She looked up at Dubian Che’s lean upper body.
"How could I let Miss Jiutiao wait for long?"
You think I wasn’t keeping time... Dubian Che cursed inwardly, buttoning up his shirt.
Jiutiao Meijie put down the attendance card, feeling slightly bored as she stood up: "Let’s go."