Chapter 397: Ten Thousand Ways to Make Your Girlfriend Socially Dead
Internship life passed faster than imagined. Thanks to the young girl’s talent that was slightly revealed as she was unwilling to do the boring clerical work, Kazumi’s subsequent rotation department was arranged in the logistics department, which specialized in assisting with capability testing and development.
Although the things she did were still a bit of scattered chores, she was able to learn some related hero capability knowledge. More importantly, she had the chance to contact some of the agency’s dispatched heroes and truly understand the content of hero capability development through practice.
“It’s finally ending…”
In the lobby of the work building, the young girl looked up at the slightly gloomy sky outside the window and sighed, letting out a long breath.
There was no such thing as adaptation in the life of a corporate slave. Human nature was to seek advantages and avoid harm. No matter how much work experience one had, the heart still yearned to lie at home comfortably and rest.
Given the young girl’s current physical condition, her demand for so-called entertainment activities was basically non-existent. However, this kind of restrained lifestyle at her internship site did cause some inconvenience. A very obvious point was that in this professional hero agency, Kazumi didn’t dare to use her abilities casually, after all, she didn’t want to gamble on whether the detection methods of this frontline agency could sense the fluctuations generated when she used her abilities.
But fortunately, with Lei watching over the territory, the rebuilding work was proceeding steadily. Kazumi only needed to take the opportunity to go to a farther place to eat, run to the restroom to check the situation a little, and issue instructions.
“There seems to be a gathering tomorrow… I’ll find an excuse to decline it…”
Looking at the bustling crowd leaving work in front of her, Kazumi wisely did not choose this time to squeeze with others. She stood alone in a small corner of the lobby, frowning and thinking about how to deal with the messages she had just seen in the group chat after work, while waiting for this damn rush hour to pass.
In fact, interns also had their own small groups. Especially for a frontline agency located in Kyoto, those who were qualified to enter were basically students from the three most famous hero schools. Their good background and education made them willing to associate with their peers at the same level. Moreover, with sociable people taking the lead, it was easy to form such small circles.
Kazumi had always disdained unnecessary social interactions. However, due to the proactive invitation from the sister who was responsible for receiving her, the young girl was forced to join a small group of her internship peers who had entered the agency at the same time.
Today was already the end of twenty days of internship. Due to the rotation system, there was no common supervisor for the interns who entered the agency at the same time as Kazumi. They were all rotated and dispersed in various departments to do miscellaneous tasks. Therefore, there were no boring activities like welcome parties. It was purely a matter of clocking in to the agency to collect the internship certificates for this period, and then they could go home.
Cold and efficient, it also fit the impersonal nature of such a large agency.
The few boys who were always active in the group were calling for some kind of farewell dinner, but the young girl had no intention of developing further relationships with such insignificant two-legged beasts. These ordinary people, who didn’t even have abilities, lived pitifully by relying on the protection of heroes to survive, and then proudly and ridiculously lived in the small world they had built, uglily displaying their insignificant strengths.
After truly possessing power and looking back, wasn’t it quite interesting?
She listlessly flipped through the chat records on her phone, looking at the still unreplied little sun avatar on the other side of the screen. The young girl pouted with dissatisfaction, casually tapped an angry little cat emoji and sent it. Kazumi then tapped into the chat box that was marked with [Noyoru Yokota].
Noyoru Yokota also seemed to have become busy with some work matters recently. After that meal a while ago, he hadn’t contacted her again, which also gave Kazumi a few days of leisure. After all, the young girl felt that she was most adept at arguing and pulling on the internet.
However, based on Noyoru Yokota’s oblique remarks in recent times and some small actions after that meal, Kazumi could still feel that the other party had the intention of inviting her to watch a movie.
But the young girl didn’t have much interest in this. Firstly, the close environment of the cinema could easily lead to some awkward situations. More importantly, when eating, she still had a certain demand for food. But instead of wasting time watching movies, she might as well stay at home and watch the news.
Looking at the fragmented texts sharing daily life, the young girl felt a faint sense of recognition, but it stopped there at most. More importantly, it was an awkwardness caused by the other party’s not-so-clever wording and a natural aversion to her own sex.
It seemed that she was quite normal in front of people other than Shinichi Sato, not to the extent of having a slight liking for someone of her own sex. It was all because of this damn body.
She edited a message, explaining that she hadn’t seen the message before because she was working, and Kazumi put her phone in her pocket and stopped replying. On the one hand, the crowd in the passage ahead had gradually thinned out, but more importantly, she was unwilling to chat with the person on the other end of the screen, because they always said the same boring words, which was indeed quite boring.
“Wow, it’s raining, I forgot to check the weather forecast, damn it.” “Let’s run back, while the rain isn’t too heavy yet…” “Let’s go, I brought an umbrella.”
As Kazumi slowly walked out of the first-floor lobby, the rushing crowd and the overcast sky told the young girl what had happened.
Drizzle dripped from the terrace onto the ground, gradually wetting the dry ground. Some boys also covered their heads with their hands, running towards the dormitory in the rain.
“It’s raining…”
Standing at the back of the crowd, Kazumi looked with a loose gaze at the obviously increasingly overcast sky and said faintly.
She picked up her phone and considered the cost-benefit analysis of calling Noyoru Yokota to bring her an umbrella, then gave up on this unsuitable idea. She silently squeezed to the very front of the crowd, put the small bag she carried on her head, and prepared to run back in the rain like those boys.
“Kazumi!”
Just as the young girl took her first step, a loud and joyous shout came from the entrance of the distant gate, attracting the attention of almost everyone sheltering from the rain under the eaves.
She turned her head back with a hint of disbelief. What entered the young girl’s eyes was a blond young man who, holding an umbrella, was striding towards her with an extremely peculiar stable posture?
