I’m Being Paid ¥ 300,000 a Month to Say ‘Okaeri, Kyo MO Ganbatta NE’ to a Hardworking Neighbor Oneesan Who Earns ¥500,000 a Month but Doesn’t Have a Use for the Money, Which Is Really Fun

"Okay, Mr. Mio"

"Huh?"

I made an amazing voice. My throat is crushed with grief that's too deep.

"These crane platforms, right? Until I put in a certain amount of money, I'm able to make a mistake in a spare place. Critical and out of position, grabbing it but dropping it on the way, that's what happens."

"Yeah!? How much should I put in that?

Mr. Mio speaks of natural doubts. But the circumstances are a little special this time.

"Probably, but I'm already in for what I need. If this is all worn out, the store is going to dispose of it, and the border will be lower."

"Then why?"

"There's one reason, Mr. Mio"

"Is that...?

It is.

"Because Mr. Mio is too lousy to even go to a spare place"

"Matsumoto, do you know who Oblate is?

"It's a thin piece of paper that dried alphaized starch, right? It was invented in Europe and spread to the world in Meiji 35 when the Japanese used cold weather to improve to a form closer to today."

"Yes, I wish I knew you that well. So what do we do?"

"Well, look at that."

Mr. Mio asked me to stand aside, and I put my hand on the lever on the crane table.

"Oh, give me the money..."

"Fine. It doesn't cost much anyway."

Mr. Mio has already put in a considerable amount. Enough to pull.

All you have to do is grab him properly and you'll be able to take it.

The lever with the season is familiar to my hands. The joints are a little tight, but nothing happened.

Nan O Manufacturing Co., Ltd., a crane game maker, is a 50-year-old founder in Osaka, the war zone of commerce. The enclosure, packed with its technology and know-how, does not interfere with operation with this degree of aging.

I see the winner.

I'll prove that fate is not something you meet, but something you grab.

That evening.

Mr. Mio stepped off the elevator on the sixth floor of the apartment, holding two bags - a plastic bag with a cream coloured paper bag and a game maker logo - as he looked important.

"Thank you for today. Holiday work annoying."

"Speaking of which, you were at work on holiday. I've been drawn back to reality."

Do not tolerate rust residue and treat it properly as a business appraisal of your manager.

I had pasta at the cafe and stretched my legs to some sunshine to go see Hitode, which was converted from memories to business records thanks to it, but okay.

"Thank you, too, these kids."

"Really? I know it was a great time."

"Are you terrible?

"You don't have to worry about Mio."

Are you more tired than I thought, I'm almost into night mode. It would have been dangerous if I had been in the city any longer.

Twenty-eight-year-old from the presumed e-cup, who also has a good face, is released to Tokyo.

"Yes, I know these kids."

"It's close, Mr. Mio. Close."

And I hope you keep the stuffed animal away from your face with a good smile. Close. Smells like a game center nostalgia.

"Uh, please take care of him. Especially if you're a cat, you need to take good care of him once."

"I'll do it today."

"Do it quickly."

Proceed down the hallway, Mr. Mio to room 603 and I to room 605.

"Bye."

"Yes, good luck. You have until nine o'clock to brush your teeth properly."

"Yes."

It worries me a lot to watch, but I lived alone there before I met you. I don't know how you're doing it, but you'll be fine.

Well, I didn't even promise to have dinner with you, and it felt light for women at noon. Shall I eat something gutsy and junk?

"... no, I guess a bag of ramen"

Anyway, today's income and expenditure is minus 17,000 yen.

"I didn't know it was a tough adjustment that far...... No, you won't regret it. I won't."

That's more money than Mio gave me.

I used it for Mr. Mio and regretted it, etc. Regret, etc. even if it exceeds what you get.

"... regret?

My instincts captured the phrase.

Mio's toddler regression comes at a time of psychological stress.

It would have been a considerable burden to be so young today.

"I should have seen a stuffed animal, eaten what I liked, went to the aquarium and refreshed it...?

Because I played at the unfamiliar game center.

It's not such a moonlight reason, I have such a feeling.

“Ping-Poon."

"Mio Sa? Are you okay now?

Ring the intercom. I haven't heard back.

"I'm coming in."

Are you even in the shower? We should just go home quietly then.

That's not what I think the situation is.

Open the door with the key you keep and slowly go to the living room to avoid irritation.

"Oh......"

Fucking hell. I got a hunch.

"Phew, you know, today, Matsumoto-san hit me..."

"At the store, I left Matsumoto-san alone, and I filled her with boring stories. I even flew pasta juice to Matsumoto. I also said a bad line at the game center."

"Absolutely, Ichimane wasn't enough, was it? You're not going out with me anymore."

"Two more toys, but one less"

"Ugh, uh-huh..."

I surround myself all the way with a stuffed animal joined by a dog and a cat, and I'm crying with regret for confessing to every trivial failure I've made today.

This is already Sabato.

A savato named the Reflection Society is being executed.

"This is terrible..."

No, this is terrible.

Pay to treat it like a job. Note that you can have so much regret, a creature called a human being.

How could God give a human being feelings of regret?

"No, what did you know about God? Fine, I'll prove it. Destiny is what makes people run into each other and cut them open."

Mr. Mio, who noticed my voice, shook his body and looked back.

"... Matsumoto, why are you here? Have a good night, huh? You don't have to be with me, do you?

There's not much I can do about this guy right now.

No, just one thing.

"Mr. Mio!

"Ugh, aback, yes!?

"Uno, let's do it!!

Then I did the uno for four hours and put an egg in the ramen and ate it and it went back to normal.

Drotu did it that way because overlapping alirul was funnier.