Interviews continue until sunset.

Shiraishi sent away the last unqualified interviewer, and seeing the girl's panicked and secretly happy expression, he never had the heart to tell the truth about her defeat.

Rejecting a young girl in person seems too cold, and it is best to pretend that after a night of careful consideration, and then inform the other party on the phone that it is not appropriate.

The exception for the blonde little sister's blackness.

He's never used to that kind of girl, but he doesn't extend the range of his blow to all JK.

Most of the JKs are delicate and pink.

As adults, they should be cared for, or they should be cared for, and they can't blindly let Jiaohua face the storm of reality.

Bai Shi watched the other party disappear into the road, exhaled heavily, rubbed his face with his hand, and said helplessly: "The interview is really tiring." ”

"It's okay, I don't need an interview tomorrow."

He has already met a satisfactory interviewee today, and if he continues the interview tomorrow, will he encounter a better choice?

Shiraishi didn't think so.

Luck is also a type of strength.

Those who didn't see the ads can only blame them for their bad luck and missed a chance to become extraordinary, not because he was too lazy to continue the interview.

Shiraishi walked across the road to the Inoue supermarket.

From the irresponsible woman who didn't do anything and ran outside to seek opportunities, his three meals a day were solved at the Inoue supermarket at the foot of the mountain.

Supermarkets in Japan sell delicatessen bento, which are more varied than those you make yourself, and the prices are generally in the range of a few hundred yen.

Considering the labor costs such as buying vegetables and washing vegetables and cooking rice, the price of the bento is not expensive.

What's more, this identity of the god allows him to buy cooked bento in the supermarket at half price.

The mackerel bento with miso stew, which originally cost 580 yen, can be obtained for only 290 yen.

It's really earned.

"We look forward to your next visit, Lord God."

"Even if it's for Suzu-chan, I'll come twice a day."

Shiraishi replied with a smile on his face, picking up the plastic bag on the counter, which contained not only dinner, but also tomorrow's breakfast and snacks for the evening snack.

He hates trouble and likes to buy everything he wants to buy all at once.

"Ah, that's really gratifying~"

Suzuko Inoue held her white cheeks with both hands, her big watery eyes were slightly bent, and her plump body writhed, revealing a little shyness.

It's not so much that I don't care about my husband's expression that I'm about to explode with jealousy behind my back.

It's better to say that she did it on purpose.

Shiraishi also found it interesting and took the initiative to cooperate with the young lady in acting.

After all, it is now advocated that the will of women cannot be disobeyed.

I can only suffer the boss of Inoue, and from Suzu-chan, I have mastered this method of stimulating my husband's potential at night, and dark circles have gradually emerged.

I hope I can bear it.

No, I can.

According to his experience before the crossing, if a young man of twenty years old does not exercise, he will not feel the weakness of his body at least until he is twenty-eight years old once a day.

At that time, not to mention once a day, even once a week, I would have tired thoughts that I couldn't bear.

Being able to return to a youthful body is a good thing to celebrate with a champagne.

Shiraishi once again thanked the being who sent him into this world for some unknown reason or for the strange events caused by the arrival of the god of spring.

But when he first crossed, he was swearing and scolding, and he didn't have anything good to say.

Who made him not wear the soul, nor was he reborn in Japan from the fetus, but he directly turned back into a seventeen-year-old boy and wore it to Nohara City Park.

I only know a few words in Japanese, buy a disc, Modo Modo, where can I communicate with people.

The strangeness and uneasiness of being in a different place plunged him into a panic, and at that time, the woman appeared.

A lot of the time he complained about the woman's shortcomings.

But at that time, at that moment, Jing was really an angel in the world, dragging him out of the quagmire called despair, leading him into the gate of the cultivation world, and solving the problem of the black household.

"I don't know how she's doing now, she has no contact at all, she is really a ruthless woman."

Shiraishi muttered, stepping on the last step, the setting sun shining on the log-colored torii gate, and the roof of the worship hall and the main hall was covered with a poetic gauze robe.

The evening breeze is gentle.

The leaves rustle in the branches.

If there is a young shrine maiden sweeping the floor here, then say, welcome back, Lord Priest.

How awesome that would be.

Shiraishi thought, looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow more and more, bypassing the worship hall and the main hall, and went straight to the Houshan mansion.

It is a standard Japanese-style building with two floors, and the bedrooms are covered with tatami mats and have no beds.

At first, he wanted to have money to buy a bed to sleep in, but gradually, people got used to sleeping, and he didn't even think about buying a bed when he had money in his pocket.

Habit is a terrible thing.

Shiraishi did not enter directly from the main entrance, but went around to the courtyard on the side.

There is a small pond here, planted with lotus flowers in twos and threes, and the startling deer that often appear in Japanese dramas are knocking on the edge of the pond.

He walked out of the porch, took off his shoes, walked a few steps to the living room of the interview, took out the lunch box he bought, and pulled out a can of cold beer.

I didn't turn on the TV, put my phone on the side, click on the YouTube tube, and watch a short video of the movie commentary.

He chewed the fragrant rice in his mouth, mixed with the delicious mackerel soup, and the texture of the fish was firm, several times more delicious than the food he cooked.

Shiraishi finished his half-price bento and drank all the cold canned beer in one go, and it was dark outside, and the inside of the house became dark.

"Hiccup," he burped, got up to find the switch for the light, and pressed it.

A warm glow illuminates the room, and he sits back down at the desk and begins to sort through the resumes of today's interviewers.

There are forty-four copies, and forty-one of them have been determined to be unqualified, and they will call tomorrow morning to tell the truth one by one.

The remaining three made him very satisfied, and it was difficult to pick one of them, and their conditions were not much different.

How to choose?

Shiraishi thought about it for a while, decided to conduct another round of screening, and began to dial the mobile phone number reserved above.

The beep~ sound hasn't fallen yet, and the phone has been connected, "Hey, are you the god of Nohara Shrine?" ”

A rhetorical question, snatching Baishi's original lines, could only touch his nose and say, "Well, I want to inform you." ”

The inhalation sound on the other end of the phone was noticeably heavier, showing the girl's nervous mood.

Shiraishi pondered his wording and said, "Since the interviewers this time are too good, a total of three people have passed, I wonder if Miss Kamiki will be free to come over tomorrow for the final selection?" ”

"I know, what time does it start tomorrow?"

"Seven o'clock in the morning."

"Okay, I'll come over on time and knock out the other two."

The girl's tone was full of confidence, as if she had already won.