(Those who have read my last novel will know that I always write slowly. I write in detail and will never write a plot that makes people feel like they can't stand it.)）
This was the top floor of an apartment in the Chida District, the capital of Japan. In Japan, where there was little land and a lot of people, and because of the terrain, only countries with coastal areas were more suitable for living. To be able to own an apartment in the capital, especially in the Chida District, was already a very impressive thing.
Every inch of land in the capital was extremely expensive, especially in the Qiantian District, which was the most expensive area in the capital.
The Imperial Palace, the National Assembly, the Supreme Court, and the famous electronics street were all located in the Chida District. It could be said to be the political and economic center of Japan.
The apartment was nearly 200 square meters. The floor was inlaid with special ceramic tiles, and the crystal chandelier on the ceiling shone with dreamy light. The entire apartment was decorated in a noble, elegant, and restrained European style.
A young man wearing a bathrobe stood in front of the dressing table, staring at the retro European mirror in a daze.
The reflection of the mirror reflected the man's face. His neat short hair was stained with water droplets, and the expression on his face was full of energy. It was obvious that he had just taken a shower. His face was delicate and delicate, and there was a hint of childishness on his seemingly mature face. However, his slightly stronger muscles and nearly 1.8 meters tall gave him a heroic aura. It was not an exaggeration to say that he had an imposing appearance.
The man was very handsome and was a typical clothes hanger. It just so happened to explain the saying that one would look slim when dressed but fleshy when undressed.
"This time, I can be considered a typical tall, rich, and handsome man, right?'
He looked at himself in the mirror and thought in a daze.
He had clearly become the second generation heir of his dreams, and he was not an ordinary second generation heir, but now he did not feel any sense of reality. Instead, he felt a little lost. It felt like he was working hard to get something, and when he saw the final destination in his sweat, someone suddenly told him that he did not need to work so hard. This thing was originally yours.
It was definitely not a sense of satisfaction from achieving his goal, but a sense of loss. It was as if all his previous efforts had been negated, and his life was worthless.
Shino Miyagi was his current name. On the outside, he was a mixed-blood of Chinese and Japanese, but his soul was an authentic Chinese. The method of transmigration was soul transmigration, but it was not rebirth from an infant, but a successful transmigration not long ago.
The original owner of this body had taken too many drugs and directly killed himself, and he had inexplicably transmigrated here.
Because he was a mixed-blood, this body had a Chinese name, Wang Yao. This made him a little happy because Wang Yao was his name before he transmigrated.
This name used to make him proud. In the Hetalia of the other world, the name Wang Yao represented the country of China. As an otaku, he would always be very happy when his friends called him by this name.
"However, no one calls me that now, right?'
There was a bitter expression on his face, and he felt very awkward in his heart.
To be honest, he quite admired those seniors who had transmigrated, especially those like him who had transmigrated halfway. Society had changed, the living environment, the social circle of people, and even their relatives had undergone earth-shaking changes. This was tantamount to denying their past selves and completely subverting the habits and values that they had cultivated with great difficulty. They could not help but wonder if Zhuang Zhou had dreamed of a butterfly or if the butterfly had become Zhuang Zhou.
If it's a common person, if it's a sudden encounter, if it's a big change, if it's a mental illness, if it's a depression, if it's a good thing, if it's a Wang Yao, if it's not a common person.
As a person who had read countless web novels, other than the initial discomfort, he quickly adapted to this transmigration. Even if he was still not used to it, he could barely accept it.
It had to be said that those Chinese people who had read countless online novels had a very strong ability to adapt to the environment. This was because in their minds, they had experienced all kinds of strange things countless times.
"When in Rome, do as the locals do. Since I'm in Japan now, I'll have to get used to the name Sho Jingu…It seems that the people I'm familiar with here call me by my first name. When someone calls me Yaojun or something, it actually sounds pretty good.'
Shino Miyagi patted his face and muttered.
He could not help but feel sad when he thought of his parents in the past.
Wang Yao was born in an ordinary working-class family. His parents worked hard for their child's future. The money they had saved was for him to marry a wife and buy a house.
Before he transmigrated, he was already 25 years old. He had already entered society. From the beginning, he was full of energy, but in the end, he was apathetic. Those few years of life had already made him see the difficulties of society. It was difficult to move an inch without any relationship.
He was a painter, but not the kind of famous artist who could sell his paintings for a sky-high price. Instead, he was the kind of person who had to work hard in a game company to draw characters according to the settings.
However, his drawing style was not bad, and he was proud that he had also been invited to draw doujin scripts and sell them at a comic convention.
Although the work was tiring, the income was barely enough. In addition, he liked to write. Even if he was a lousy writer, he still received a little bit of money every month. The two added together made his little life rich.
He liked ACG, but he was different from the real otakus. His social circle was very normal, and he had two girlfriends in his 25 years of life. He was the kind of person who should be burned to death in the eyes of the otakus and the FFF group.
Every day, he clamored about why he wasn't born with a golden spoon in his mouth, why he couldn't beat others at the starting line, and why he didn't have tens of millions at home for him to squander. He was envious of those rich kids who drove luxury cars and envied those elites who went to high-end clubs and lived glamorous lives. He was just an ordinary young man in China.
However, when this life really came, he could also drive a sports car and whistle to pick up those Shibuya girls. He could dress like a dog and pretend to be a snake. He missed that kind of life even more.
It wasn't that she missed her bitter life, but that she missed her parents who had brought her up with great difficulty.
Twenty-five years of her life, and she had inexplicably turned into another person after sleeping. What would happen to her white-haired parents? He didn't know if he had died in the other world or what. If he really died, he didn't know if his parents would be too sad. His father's heart wasn't good, and his mother's waist had some problems. If he was no longer around, how would they enjoy their old age?
'I hope that I'll become two of myself like in the fantasy novels. The me in the other world still has consciousness and can take care of them. Speaking of which, I'm really unfilial.'
His eyes were a little red, and he couldn't help but sniffle twice. He wasn't a child who didn't know anything. He wasn't a student who didn't experience society in an ivory tower. Only after he experienced how hard it was to earn money and the daily necessities of life could he understand the hardships of his parents and cherish their feelings more.
He had only read about the grief of a son wanting to raise but not his parents. He finally experienced it himself.
"Forget it, forget it. Since I'm here, I'll take it as it is. From now on, I'm Shino Miyagi, a rich young master who can eat and wait for death. I'll slap a girl's face with a stack of cash and say that I'll get into the car and go play with my brother!'
He raised his head proudly. It had to be said that the magic of money was corrosive. The magic of money made people chase after it. People who said that money was useless and that they needed to pursue a higher realm of life were either poor people who had no money and could only be jealous, or rich tycoons who treated money as numbers. Of course, there were all kinds of people in this world. Those who had reached such a level of spiritual realm were not something that Shining Palace could understand.
He raised his head and looked at the rich ceiling. It was filled with the stench of money. Just that chandelier alone was something that he could not afford with all the money he had saved in his life. Not to mention that he was living in such a luxurious apartment now. It was something that he did not even dare to think about in the past. Moreover, he had many houses of this level in the world.
"This corrupt, depraved, disgusting life filled with the blood and sweat of the people-I really like it!'
"You Cry for the Time of the
At this moment, a voice as sweet as a nightingale suddenly sounded.
Shino Miyagi's body stiffened. He turned his head numbly and saw the woman on the bed behind him in the reflection of the mirror.
The dressing table was filled with all kinds of world-class cosmetics. Shino Miyagi was a man, so he certainly didn't need these things. Therefore, there were two people in this apartment.
The soft velvet blanket moved. The springiness of the Simmons made the bed not make a sound. A jade-like arm stretched out from the blanket. A young girl with ink-black hair sat up under the blanket. She gently placed the soft pillow on the head of the bed. Her white jade fingers gently patted the creases on it and leaned back on the pillow.
The young girl covered her delicate body with a blanket. Her beautiful face was a little red. Coupled with the pure white velvet blanket, it had a different kind of beauty.
"I should be the one crying, right? What's there to cry about? "Shino Miyagi…"
The girl had a beautiful face that could topple a country. Her noble and elegant temperament was like an ancient maid walking out of a silk painting. She was weak but strong.
However, her pair of black eyes that should be as beautiful as the night sky were dull at this time. Although she was looking at Shino Miyagi, it was as if there was no one in her line of sight. She was just like a delicate doll that was wound up and said the right words in the right place.
The young girl was very beautiful, so beautiful that it was suffocating.
This was a woman that Shino Jingu would never meet in his previous life, and could only be seen from afar.
The Japanese women looked very beautiful because they were very good at makeup. They could easily make their dragon-like faces look beautiful after being covered by makeup. Therefore, it was not surprising to see many beautiful women on the streets here, because no one knew how terrifying they looked without makeup.
However, this woman, even without makeup, was flawless. She was so perfect that it was unbelievable.
It was just that the coldness around her, the despair, the coldness that reminded people of a dead person, destroyed her beauty.
"Well…you'll look even prettier if you smile.”
Sho Miyagi moved his lips awkwardly. To be honest, it was not easy to be a rich second generation who wanted to pick up a bunch of girls. Not all women were greedy for money. On the contrary, those women were only a small part of them. What was more important was the means of picking up girls and their own ability. Of course, money could make you get twice the result with half the effort.
Although he had a girlfriend in his previous life, he was not an expert in picking up girls. Even if he had money now, it was still a little difficult for him to have some beautiful girls with his unfamiliar methods.
"Become beautiful? And then?"
The girl's lips curled up, and her beautiful cherry lips were filled with mockery.
"You…Aren't you my fiancée?”
Shino Miyagi lowered his head in regret. His heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle, and he could not help but breathe heavily.
"Fiancée? Heh, who asked me to be born in the wrong place.”
The young girl said disdainfully, her tone somewhat lonely.
Shino Miyagi was even more speechless.
In this materialistic world, the most important factor to evaluate a person was money. This was a world where money was the most important. In Eagle Country, when those rich people committed a crime, as long as they used a large amount of money to hire a group of lawyers and pay a sum of bail, those lawyers who took other people's money to solve the disaster would take advantage of the loopholes in the law to fight with you every day. The rich would still be free and unfettered, while the poor would be destroyed in endless lawsuits because they did not have the money to hire a good lawyer. In the end, he had no choice but to withdraw his appeal.
Therefore, the Eagle Country and whatnot was not that wonderful.
The beautiful and noble girl who was like a princess was so sad that it made people pity her.
No, she didn't look like a princess. She was a princess of the royal family.
The royal family used the palace title (honorific title) and name to name themselves. The full name of the princess in front of him was the Prince of the Imperial Palace.
The Divine Palace was the name of the palace, the memorial was the name, and the inner prince was the title.
The name of the palace was the same as the surname of Shino Miyagi, but it was just a coincidence. It was not because she was his fiancée, but because the princess was given this palace name when she was born.
However, the name 'Miyami-san' made her and Shino Miyami-san sound like a family.
"Oh, there will always be someone who reminds me of an angel.'
Shino Miyagi thought to himself.
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