RBCT Chapter 11 Communication Software, LINE
Chapter 11 Communication Software, LINE
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The interior of a luxury car, understated yet luxurious.
Hoshino Makoto sat in the back, watching the scenery outside the window rushing past.
When Mingming said goodbye to Manager Suzuki and the others, she didn't feel any reluctance at all.
But now that he's on the train to Tokyo, Hoshino Makoto feels a little empty inside.
Just then.
A warm and gentle hand was placed on his head.
Hoshino Makoto looked up and saw Shimizu Setsukatsu with concern in her eyes.
She sat in the left seat, her right hand resting on Hoshino Makoto's head across the center armrest.
Shimizu Setsukatsu said nothing. Having gone to a foreign land at the age of twenty, she knew how Hoshino Makoto was feeling at that moment.
But she didn't know how to comfort her friend's orphan.
All he could do was gently pat Hoshino Makoto's head.
Hoshino Makoto smiled and said, "Aunt Shimizu, I'm fine."
He could tell that Shimizu Setsukatsu had sensed his feelings.
Hoshino Makoto was already mentally prepared when he decided to go to Tokyo with Shimizu Setsukatsu.
The sadness I felt just now was only temporary.
With a slight smile on her beautiful face, Shimizu Satsuki withdrew her right hand.
Hoshino leaned back comfortably, recalling what Shimizu Setsukatsu had said to him that afternoon.
The family chef happened to be on leave and wanted me to cook for her.
It's such a coincidence, it's like trying to fool a child.
Hoshino knew that Shimizu Setsugeki was lying to him, but he still agreed.
He looked at the panel in front of him.
[Host: Hoshino Makoto]
[Stamina: 3]
【Intelligence: 6】
【Charm: 8】
[Skills: Advanced (Cooking), Intermediate (Learning), Basic (Cleaning)]
[Mood value: 300]
Hoshino looked at the advanced skill "Cooking" in the skill row on his panel.
This is the basis and reason for his agreement.
Hoshino Makoto learned from the system that if he studied or trained a certain ability or skill for a long time, he could obtain the corresponding skill.
A beginner skill level is equivalent to five years of proficiency, while an intermediate skill level is equivalent to ten years of proficiency.
Advanced skills, on the other hand, are equivalent to twenty years of proficiency.
In other words, Hoshino Makoto, who now possesses advanced culinary skills, is equivalent to a chef who has been cooking for twenty years.
Once a person has passed through childhood and old age, how many more twenty years does he have left?
To put it modestly, if chefs are ranked at level nine, Hoshino Makoto is at least a peak level eight chef.
To exaggerate a bit more, Hoshino is practically a level nine chef.
Considering Hoshino Masato's age, his culinary skills are simply terrifying.
Aunt Shimizu, with my 20 years of culinary skills, can your stomach handle it?
As he pondered, Hoshino Makoto, whose physical strength was low, gradually became dizzy and fell asleep.
On the left, Shimizu Setsukatsu had been watching Hoshino Makoto ever since he got on the bus.
Looking at Hoshino Makoto, who had fallen asleep as the night deepened, the handsome and youthful boy lying quietly asleep on the seat, which was the size of an adult woman, made him even more endearing and lovable.
Shimizu Setsukatsu's lips unconsciously curved into a slight smile. She first asked Matsumoto Yoshiko, who was driving in front, to slow down, and then picked up her phone to turn on the camera.
She wanted to capture the image of Hoshino Makoto sleeping at that moment.
The next moment, ding-dong.
Shimizu Setsukatsu suddenly received a message.
She opened the messaging app LINE and saw a message from her adopted niece, Shimizu Ai.
"Auntie, have you arrived yet?"
Shimizu Setsukatsu has no children due to a hereditary disease in her family.
Her older sister died from overwork in the family business, and she adopted her daughter, Shimizu Yuzuki.
Her sister died in a car accident, and she adopted her two daughters, Ai Shimizu and Rin Shimizu.
Shimizu Setsukatsu held her phone and typed back, "About two more hours."
At this moment, 100 kilometers away.
Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo.
On the second floor of the villa, in Shimizu Ai's e-sports room, she was wearing casual shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, lying on a large and comfortable soft chair.
I saw a message from my aunt, Shimizu Setsukatsu.
Shimizu Ai knew she was going to have a younger brother who wasn't related to her by blood.
Just then, several voices came from the computer screen in front of Shimizu Ai.
"The game was going well, why did the streamer suddenly stop talking?"
"If you ask me, why bother with the dubbing? There are hardly any boys in there. You might as well continue to do original voice acting for the comic characters under Xingyue Company."
"I strongly suspect that the streamer has a connection with Xingyue Company, otherwise why wouldn't the streamer receive a lawyer's letter for making money by dubbing the comic characters under this company online?"
He heard the voice broadcasts from the fans watching his live stream as he played the tile.
Shimizu Ai smiled. She had loved anime and manga since junior high school, and she also had a good voice.
So she often dubs the main characters of some of the comics published by her aunt Shimizu Setsukatsuki's Hoshizuki Comics company, and then posts them online.
While boosting the popularity of her aunt's company's comics, she also frequently discusses recent good anime with netizens and sometimes streams herself playing games.
She's currently live-streaming herself playing mahjong.
"Ahem." Shimizu Ai cleared her throat.
The fans in the live stream on the computer in front of them commented as they heard Ai Shimizu's voice.
"You scared me! The streamer isn't dead yet."
"Go upstairs, you bastard! You're the one who's dead! What was the streamer doing? Why did he suddenly go silent?"
"Keep hitting the tiles, streamer."
Shimizu Ai ignored the fans' voice messages and comments, and continued speaking to herself:
"I'm going to have another younger brother."
On the computer, the comment section of the live stream was instantly flooded with messages from fans.
"Hehe, the streamer is fantasizing about having a cute, handsome, and obedient younger brother again."
"Listen to my advice, streamer, stop being obsessed with anime. You don't even have a younger brother."
"Here we go again, here we go again, the streamer is fantasizing again."
Listen to these comments being read aloud.
The impetuous young Ai Shimizu blurted out, "Don't interrupt me, I'm really going to have a younger brother."
In the live stream room.
"I remember the anchor is a senior in high school this year, so he must be an adult now. Your mother is really vigorous for her age. I admire her."
"Host, I have a friend who's over thirty and isn't very good in that area. Does your mother have any good remedies? Price is definitely not an issue."
"Hey upstairs, don't bother having a friend. If you're not good enough, just admit it. We won't laugh at you."
Seeing the topic gradually veer off course, Shimizu Ai's face darkened.
"What are you thinking? This brother of mine isn't my biological brother."
To make a long story short, Shimizu explained the whole story.
Inside the live stream room.
"Oh, I see. Sigh, I thought your mother had some kind of family recipe. What a pity for my friend."
"Wait a minute, there's no blood relation. I'm getting excited when you say that, host!"
"Upstairs, you've been watching too much anime. Reality is reality, and anime is anime."
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"By the way, what does your younger brother look like, streamer?"
As soon as this comment was posted, other fans flooded the comment section with messages.
"+1, I also want to know what the streamer's younger brother looks like."
"It goes without saying, she's probably just average. After all, if she were both good-looking and obedient, a veteran anime streamer would definitely show her off like crazy."
"Look, the host is silent again when faced with a difficult question."
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