After digging some tools out of the storage room, Fu Yuan began thinking about how to fix the window. Fortunately, he was quite talented!
Yet after an entire morning, the skill he had managed to master was... flipping the table!
Why was fixing a window this hard?!
Fu Yuan gradually began doubting his own talent. It always seemed to be just like his status panel.
(Like Akame ga Kill's luck!)
Utterly unreliable.
Freak? Then It's Fine.
After spending the entire morning repairing glass, Fu Yuan's mentality had completely collapsed. He sat on the sofa, planning to space out for a while before cooking.
Knock, knock!
"Who is it?!"
Fu Yuan reluctantly got to his feet, wondering which bastard it might be.
"Hello, I just moved in..."
Bang!
Fu Yuan expressionlessly shut the door. He must have misheard. There was obviously no one there.
Outside, Aoko's smile suddenly froze. She forcibly suppressed the urge to punch the house in front of her into rubble.
She knocked again!
"What exactly do you want?!"
Fu Yuan looked at the beautiful girl before him with no small amount of irritation, while worrying about his front door.
"Fuck!"
Aoko instinctively answered, then stared for a few seconds at Fu Yuan, who now had a flaming crimson greatsword in his hand, and immediately changed her tune.
"Ahem! It's simply a friendly visit between neighbors."
As she spoke, she lifted the housewarming gift in her hand—a pile of snacks she liked to eat herself!
"Whew... Come in."
For the sake of his house, Fu Yuan decided not to swing that sword.
He shifted aside to let her enter first. He had learned this sort of minor etiquette fairly well from television.
He also casually took the snacks from Aoko's hands.
"Don't rummage through anything. Other than