I Thought This Was a Slice of Life

He tightened his small face.

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Inoue Shuya expressionlessly pulled out his phone and dialed his dear mother's number.

"Hello? Shu-chan? Is something the matter?"

A sweet voice drifted from the other end.

"Mom, Dad he—"

"What do you think you're doing!"

As Inoue Hikoo realized something was wrong and lunged to grab the phone, Inoue Shuya quickly blurted out: "He said he was looking for a second wife! Son is forced to snitch!"

"Agh!"

Inoue Hikoo dove and snatched the phone away, crying out: "Sakura-chan! Don't listen to him, it's not like that!"

"...Heh."

The voice on the other end echoed eerily, sounding bone-chillingly terrifying.

"We'll talk about this later."

The voice sounded like a vengeful spirit.

Hanazawa Sakura hung up the phone.

"It's over! I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead!"

Inoue Hikoo was drenched in cold sweat; he didn't even bother packing his things before rushing toward the door.

"I'm heading home for today!"

"Heh, where do you think you can run to?"

Inoue Shuya sneered.

"You brat, your lollipops are gone!"

"Your life is gone too."

"You're sabotaging your own father!"

"Let's hurt each other then! I've been putting up with you for a long time today!"

Inoue Hikoo and Inoue Shuya engaged in a passionate shouting match.

In the middle of the argument, Inoue Hikoo's phone rang.

His face turned pale, and he answered with trembling hands.

A voice carrying a biting chill said:

"I'm at the door."

I recognize this, it's the urban legend series! The kind that kills!

Inoue Shuya was shocked.

There is no need to mention what happened afterward.

After being forced to kneel and listen to a lecture, Inoue Hikoo sat dejectedly in the corner, striking a pose of someone who had been burned to ash.

"Shu-chan, sorry about that. Mommy is late."

Hanazawa Sakura was, to anyone and from any angle, a beautiful woman with a traditional Japanese grace.

Having given birth, she not only kept her figure but also possessed the moving charm of a mature woman.

She smiled warmly and pulled Inoue Shuya into her ample embrace.

"Mom..."

Inoue Shuya looked at Hanazawa Sakura, his emotions on the verge of overflowing.

Then he heard Hanazawa Sakura say sweetly: "Son, I helped you out just now, so let's call it even regarding that time I dipped into your milk powder money, okay?"

She stuck out her tongue in a cute gesture.

Inoue Shuya: "..."

He silently pushed Hanazawa Sakura away.

Like father, like son, they are all the same.

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Heh, women.

He straightened his cute child's outfit and walked out of the recording studio, looking desolate.

"I'm heading home."

Inoue Shuya didn't look back as he left this place of sorrow.

"Safe travels~"

Hanazawa Sakura didn't take it to heart, nor was she worried. Because the manager under her would send him back.

"Sorry to trouble you, Saori-chan."

"Not at all, not at all."

The person speaking with Shuya was the only manager currently at his mother's agency, Maeda Saori.

She was an ordinary woman who looked plain, a bit cute upon closer inspection, and reached a certain level of attractiveness after putting on makeup.

A young person of twenty-five years old.

She was also a fan of Shuya, and although she seemed to be constantly hiding it, Shuya saw through it immediately.

She was too young and too naive, her concealment wasn't up to par, and that gaze of a fan-girl was so glaring that it wasn't hard for the sharp-intuited Shuya to discover.

Just like at this moment, Shuya could also sense that Maeda Saori was greedily staring at his magnificent, youthful face through the rearview mirror of the car.

Heh, a shotacon.

Shuya remained calm and composed; he had long since grown accustomed to such gazes.

"By the way, Saori-chan, please stop when we pass the cake shop near my house. I need to pick up a cake."

"Ah, the very pretty one, right? I heard that shop's cakes are super expensive... Are you buying them for the Quintuplets next door again?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Shuya smiled with an ambiguous expression.

"Eh... Shu-chan really likes them, doesn't he."

"Yeah."

After Shuya finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and Saori sensibly didn't say anything more, simply playing some soothing classical music.

In this moment of sitting in the car with nothing to do on the way home, it was the perfect time to explain the worldview.

Inoue Shuya was undoubtedly a transmigrator and a reincarnator.

He hadn't lived long in his previous life, dying before he reached thirty, never having truly experienced the harsh beatings of society, and his life experience wasn't high. In this life, having been assimilated by a child's body, his behavior sometimes became somewhat immature.

Well, let the past be carried away by the wind.

The point was this world... this thing called the Earth Federation.

Shuya didn't understand it very well, nor did he care much about history.

In any case, he just heard that a massive number of people died in the world wars of the past, countries couldn't handle it, and after this and that, the Earth Federation was established.

As for what "this and that" actually was, hmm... that wasn't important.

Don't ask, asking just means I'm too lazy to set it up!

There was only one point Shuya cared about.

Perhaps it was due to the urgency to restore the population after the war, but the Earth Federation practiced polygamy.

That was why Shuya had jokingly said he wanted to take a second wife; it was in line with the customs of the world.

Although it had been peaceful for quite a while now and polygamy had begun to face some backlash from feminism, it was still the mainstream for the time being.

Shuya thought, if this were a novel, this system would definitely be questioned for being unrealistic.

...But then again, since he could accept transmigration and reincarnation, why couldn't he accept this?

If someone still insisted on complaining, he could only post a picture.

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Since history was different, the world situation was also different.

In short, the Earth was extremely peaceful now.

The division of nations was gone; everyone was a citizen of the Earth Federation.

The Japan Administrative District where Shuya lived had also changed a lot.

Because of global unification, exchanges between various regions were frequent and close, and the effect of cultural integration was significant.

Shuya had visited the Japan region in his previous life; it was impeccable for tourism, but the pressure was too great for work.

Compared to his previous life, the distinction between upper and lower classes and the sense of hierarchy in Japan had truly eased a lot, and the pressure was much lower, making it very easy for Shuya to get used to his current life.

Additionally, Shuya heard that the Great Hua Administrative District next door had also opened up a lot and hadn't fallen much behind the rest of the world, basically at the mainstream level of the world.

It was just that he heard the big bosses over there controlled the cultural industry strictly, which was quite frustrating.

However, every administrative district had its own characteristics, and Shuya wouldn't say anything about it. (Actually, he didn't dare to say anything, manual funny face)

Speaking of culture... this was also a bit different.

After the world wars, countries suffered heavy casualties, and it was only recently that they had managed to recover most of their vitality. In fact, the scars hadn't been completely erased, and under these circumstances, the demand for mental entertainment was endless.

This was a good era for engaging in literature and entertainment.

And because this market existed, creators like Inoue Hikoo, who lived so recklessly, could have the capital to be reckless.

Everyone knows that a person who hasn't eaten can't stir up any trouble.

With the background context mostly covered, Shuya felt the car slowly come to a stop.

"We're here."

Saori announced.

"Mm, then please wait a moment."

"Oh ho! I'll wait for you no matter how long it takes!"

"..."

Hey! Saori-chan, your true colors are showing!

Shuya gave his foolish manager a warm look before opening the car door, stepping out with his short legs, and walking into the cute-themed cake shop.

"Big sister, I'm here to pick up a cake!"

He skillfully acted cute, flashing an innocent and adorable smile.

In truth, he didn't know the shop assistant here at all; acting cute was purely a professional habit and a result of life experience.

"Here you go, Shu-chan. This is for you... I'll tell you a secret, the pastry chef knew this was a cake ordered by Shu-chan, so they put in extra effort!"

The shop assistant whispered to Shuya, taking the opportunity to pinch his little cheek.

A smile of "everything is going according to plan" flashed across Shuya's face.

Yes, as long as you are good-looking and know how to act cute, people will basically treat you with special favor.

Especially at his age, even men would indulge him.