I Am Reaching The Pinnacle Of My Life In The Magic Card World

"Hoo, ho ho, ho ho ho!"

Tsukasa collapsed on the clean and smooth tatami, wiped the sweat on his cheeks with a bathroom towel, exhaled a breath, and looked at the cleaning results with satisfaction. Cleaning is undoubtedly a big project. It lasts from day to night, an afternoon of work, not only sweating profusely, but also getting hungry. He is small himself, and it is a time when children are growing up, so it is not very good. Very hungry.

After an afternoon of cleaning, the effect was immediate. The cobwebs and dust on the entrance, living room and bedroom were swept away, making it sparkling clean. Since the rental house is less than 20 square meters, there are no tables and chairs for dining, which saves a lot of money. workload.

Okay, I’ve rested and it’s time to feed my little belly. I hope there’s something to eat in the refrigerator. I definitely can’t go to Maki’s sister’s for dinner tonight. Besides, she probably won’t be back so soon when she opens a shop at night. Opening the small refrigerator half a person's height, it turns out that there are very few available ingredients. Well, half a rotten cucumber, a few tomatoes that are half bright red and half moldy, and a box of island country tofu that is yellow and yellow like sausages and wrapped in transparent plastic. Natto, some vegetables that had shrunk due to lack of moisture and were no longer the same as before, and half a refrigerator filled with barrels of instant noodles and flavors.

Tsukasa looked at the varying degrees of loss of ingredients in the refrigerator, his thick black eyebrows slightly frowned, and the Chinese way of cooking the ingredients in front of him came to his mind. After flipping through his brain cells, he suddenly realized that the hard life of a programmer in his previous life had long ago made him forget his cooking skills. All he ate was Meituan takeout, and he still had no cooking ability at all. Even if he was given a rice cooker, he might not be able to cook. Where's the pot?

Speaking of rice cookers, after 1998, rented houses in island countries should have a lot of living facilities. No matter how small the room is, a bathtub is indispensable, a gas stove, a rice cooker, a big-head TV, a washing machine, a doorbell, etc. At the same time, only a few international cities in China were fully equipped.

After sighing, Tsukasa reached for a bucket of seafood-flavored food, closed the refrigerator, boiled a pot of boiling water, and waited for the water to boil for a while. The picture is convenient and hassle-free. The water boils very quickly, and soon there will be steam coming out of the kettle mouth. I skillfully tear open the packaging film, tear off the sealing paper with flavor, tear open the seasoning packet and pour it into the instant noodle bucket, then pour boiling water, and then close it. Wait quietly for three minutes.

When the aroma of instant noodles overflowed and filled his mouth and nose, it meant that a bucket of simple yet luxurious "dinner" with full color, flavor and taste was ready.

After a meal, I even drank all the soup. Well, it solved my five-point hunger pangs. There were still a lot of delicious dishes on the refrigerator, but Tsukasa didn't want to soak in a bucket. He knew that water flows slowly, and he was about to face a life alone. Any small change must be calculated carefully, save and save, save and save, if you are quick and regret it all day long, then the gain outweighs the loss.

Throwing the bare and smelly things into the trash can, he went straight to the bathroom and put warm water in the small bathtub, which was only big enough for half an adult. It was hard to imagine how his adoptive father used this bathtub to take a bath. Well, It’s not surprising if it’s Tokyo. The land is small, there are many people, the rent is high, and the rental house is small. You can save some space if you can. This was not the case in Tsukagi’s previous life. The magic city is no worse than Tokyo.

Well! When people soak in the bathtub, they moan comfortably and feel so comfortable all over. Who would refuse the comfort of taking a bath? There is nothing better than the hot water soaking the neck and the whole body to relax the pores. , is a must-have for every bath lover.

Washing away the Japanese shower gel and shampoo, he thought of the previous photo and the words Tomoeda Elementary School in the textbook, and he couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart. Aren't these well-known figures like childhood goddess Daidoji Tomoyo, Kinomoto Sakura, and Li Xiaolang all students of Tomoeda Elementary School? If he travels through the Magic Card World, does that mean that he will be able to meet the goddess that Asami wants to see tomorrow? When I thought of this, my whole heart was uncontrollably excited, but the name Yukinoshita had never appeared in the magic card. Could it be a school with the same name? Then Tsukasa's excited heart quickly cooled down.

No matter which parallel world you travel to, the current situation of Sakura Country will not change, unless you are unlucky enough to set up a doomsday setting, such as pitch-black bullets or school apocalypse where meat is sold. Obviously, this situation is unrealistic.

Instead of thinking wildly, it would be better to go to school and see Zhenxiao tomorrow. As for why it is tomorrow, it’s not like he didn’t see the calendar hanging on the wall in his former bedroom. It was just as he thought, or it was a completely unfamiliar world that would not be broken when someone arrived at the scene. The case has been solved. I hope this is the world of Magic Cards, where people can set themselves up to be peaceful and have a correct outlook on life.

After taking a shower, Tsukasa looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. He pulled off the towel on the towel rack and wiped away the water. He thought that the appearance of his body in the mirror he was facing was also very clear, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and sunken eye sockets. , thin and skinny, with a straight bridge of nose and interference-free hair, which is nearly twice as bad as the image of Tsukasa in the photo.

Is this my predecessor? Tsukasa shook his head and smiled bitterly. I was a fat man in my previous life, and I was a skinny man in this life. They are really two extremes. As long as he wasn't blind, he could see the effects of long-term malnutrition, so it's no wonder he took advantage of him. Perhaps the death of his adoptive father was such a heavy blow to his predecessor that he lost his desire for life.

Putting on the clean yukata in the bathroom, he returned to the room, took out a set of bedding from the locker and spread it on the tatami. It was laid out neatly, and there was a yellow-skinned mouse pattern on the bedding, which was very kawaii.

I turned off the lights and lay down on the quilt in the dark. The room was very quiet, so quiet that there were only a few street lamps outside the window emitting a dim yellow halo and some drunk passers-by chatting, but there was no other sound. At this moment, Tsukasa felt extremely lonely. Loneliness in the true sense. Loneliness without relatives, without even a soul to rely on.

I really wish I had one or two friends in my previous school. He thought so. The wonderful things he experienced in these two days were comparable to the wonderful things he had experienced decades ago in his previous life. It was also too tiring, too tiring, too tiring, mentally tiring. , Physical fatigue and double pressure made his eyelids tremble up and down until they closed and fell into a deep sleep.

For those who may, must, or definitely be intertwined with the fate of Tsukasa in the past, present, or future, this night has undergone different changes. What kind of butterfly effect will it cause? See what the parties do.

Nothing happened all night. . . . Early the next morning, a few sparrows chirped outside the window, heralding the arrival of a new day.

Tsukasa was so noisy by the dear sparrows that he staggered out of bed holding his head with a headache.

He went to bed before his hair was dry, which gave him a severe headache and made him feel dizzy even after taking a few steps.

"Damn it, I'm such a retard." Tsukasa scolded himself unhappily. After washing up, Tsukasa put on his summer school uniform, packed up the textbooks he was going to attend, put on a special school bag designed to prevent earthquakes, and took a 500-yen coin in his pocket. Go out in a hurry.

He hurried out without even making breakfast. He had no choice but to be early. He was afraid that he would not be able to find the entrance gate of Tomoeda Elementary School later.