The sky was as blue as the sea, and the light shone softly on the ground.

Kyoto is a little hot in September, and the summer tail is still a little bit warm, but the temperature is cooler in Higashiyama next to Lake Biwa.

Yesterday there was a light rain, but this weather changed quickly, the immature water droplets could not withstand the volatilization of the sun, and there was no trace in the morning, and there were no damp water stains on the road.

This kind of weather is really not autumn high.

Today's ultraviolet rays are also exceptionally strong, and it stands to reason that you should bring a parasol when you go out, but unfortunately the reality is always harsher than expected.

"It's here..."

With a computer bag on his shoulder, he stopped, looked up at the cramped coffee shop, and didn't want to endure the ultraviolet rays, so he pushed open the door and stepped in.

The coffee shop was very quiet, he found a random window spot, ordered the cheapest coffee and planned to use the air conditioner.

Minamoto Yorimitsu came to this café in Higashiyama District from Sakyo Ward because he had been used to sorting out his study materials here, and because it was close to where he worked part-time near Gion.

But he didn't rush to take out his notebook, but took a sip of the iced coffee that had just come up, and then took out the mobile phone in his pocket that rang non-stop along the way.

When you unlock the screen, your LINE chat list will appear, filled with red unread messages.

"Sorry, I already have someone I like."

"Did Yuanjun lose in Truth or Dare, but it's morning now, isn't it time, shouldn't it be sent last night?"

"Don't you like Yoshikawa-san?"

"How did I forget to delete you?"

"As far as I know, you're a wasteland, so goodbye."

"Please retract this sentence a bit, I see a little nausea."

"Get out."

Really short and powerful words.

Fingertips kept sliding down on the screen of the phone, and Yuan Laiguang saw the various messages replied, but more of them were words that he couldn't read, and after staring for a while, he withdrew his gaze, picked up the cup of iced coffee with a hazy mist on the wall, and took a sip again.

He wasn't going to go through any more pains to reply and explain.

Putting his phone down, he focused his attention on what others couldn't see.

[Hyakuta Chijing's annoyance has increased slightly! ] 】

[Haruna Noborukawa's dislike has increased slightly! ] 】

[Jun Yautani's dislike has increased slightly! ] 】

......

[The annoyance has been reversed into a reward!] 】

[Please pay attention to the inventory check!] 】

Things swung in the direction he thought.

Because he has verified the original assumption in his heart.

"So, whether it's active or passive, as long as it's hated by a girl, it will be reversed into a reward."

This is definitely good news, because this simulator is obviously extraordinary, and it could even be the basis for his life here.

Or even in other words -

As long as the moral bottom line of Yuan Laiguang is flexible enough, he has lost all his reputation as a person in society, and he can continue to do evil to provoke some girls, so as to obtain unknown but definitely useful rewards to strengthen himself.

But Minamoto is not a person at the pre-conventional level of ethics in management.

I can't do it, as long as it's good for me, I will definitely do it.

"It's a difficult proposition to be hated by girls to get rewards, and you don't want to violate your morals and ethics."

Problems are solved as soon as they are raised, and Minamoto enjoys the process of finding a solution, and he is definitely a mature employee in terms of the situational leadership model.

It is also the most popular candidate for capitalists to extract without effort.

After all, achievement-oriented incentives are the most effective.

"But if you deal with green tea..."

After thinking for a while, Minamoto Yoriko suddenly thought of Yoshikawa Hiromi, and groaned as if he had found his way.

There are two kinds of human beings, good and evil, and there is no pure evil or pure good.

It is still very easy to distinguish between the majority of good and the majority of evil.

If you want to deliberately do evil to women indiscriminately to get the reward of the simulator to enrich yourself, it is estimated that it is still difficult for any normal person to cross the bottom line in his heart.

But if you deal with those tea masters who have exquisite tea skills and like to play with feelings, or women who are worried about doing evil things in the dark, Yuan Laiguang feels that he will not have any psychological pressure.

It's like he's been thinking about how to get revenge on Hiromi Yoshikawa.

"I really can't reach the moral level of the principle level, and I still can't do the point where I would rather be burdened by the people of the world, and I am not willing to bear the people of the world."

Yuan Laiguang's fingers subconsciously touched the management books that he often kept at hand, and after feeling empty, he realized that he had not taken it out of the computer bag, and lowered his head and took it out again and put it on the desktop.

The table of contents of the book "The Practice of Management" was opened.

The management by objectives page is displayed.

Yuan Laiguang has tentatively made a plan for green tea encirclement and suppression in his heart.

However, before carefully specifying the plan, let's take a look at the reversal reward, and it seems that it is different from the last time Yoshikawa reversed.

"There is also a slight and medium difference, and there should be a difference."

The chain of the mysterious pattern locks the cherry blossom pattern in the center and gradually opens.

There are seven or eight glowing white words in the bio's inventory.

Yuan Laiguang took a closer look.

"Familiar arrogance, but also anger, laziness, and greed that didn't appear before."

"Is it really divided according to the seven deadly sins?"

"There are three other things that don't come up..."

A classic roulette wheel with intricate patterns appeared.

The virtual roulette wheel still had countless tiny grids, hazy with a thin but unclear mist, and the handwriting was as impenetrable to his gaze as it had been before.

But unlike last time, the light of the roulette wheel is slightly white.

"So there's a difference in color between micro and medium."

Minamoto Raiguang had experienced roulette once, and he knew the process well, so he didn't hesitate too much to start roulette.

The other wheels are also turned on and turned.

The same has also seen the corresponding explanation.

[The Sin of Pride (Micro): Arrogance comes from the most primitive level of superiority and overlook]

[The sin of anger (slightly): anger stems from excessive discrimination and harm to others]

[The Sin of Laziness (Micro): Laziness stems from the nature of human beings who are unwilling to work hard to achieve results]

[The Sin of Greed (Small): Greed stems from the desire to possess more than is needed]

After reading these explanations, Minamoto pondered for a moment.

Then he turned his mind and looked at the reward of this slight reversal of sin.

to determine the extent of the reward at this different magnitude.

[Congratulations on winning the prize: good Gurkha standard saber]

[Congratulations on receiving the reward: a slight improvement in physical fitness]

[Congratulations on winning the prize: doubling liquid assets]

[Congratulations on acquiring the skill: Tricycle driving mastery]

[Congratulations on acquiring the skill: mastery of cooking]

......

【Skill Loaded】

【Prizes have been sent】

Yuan Raiguang raised his hand and touched his neckline.

The jade plaque that his mother had begged from Nanchan Temple was a little warm.

He looked at the list of rewards in front of him with a strange expression, some of which surprised him, and some that made him feel a little speechless.

The fingertips touched the mist on the wall of the cup again, and the bitter and slightly cool coffee flowed down his throat, and soon Minamoto accepted the information.

I see—

A master who can't ride a tricycle is not a good management scientist.