"So, am I reborn?" Lin Junxiu looked at the young man in the mirror and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Lin Junxiu, a senior reporter assigned to the Japanese reporter station of a news portal website. Since he has been stationed in Japan for five years, the website is preparing to promote him to the reporter station manager. To celebrate the promotion, Lin Junxiu entertained everyone to a bar in Ginza for a party. No.

Remembering how much champagne and red wine he drank, he only remembered that he seemed to be drunk and was put in the car. As soon as he woke up, he found that he had changed from a greasy middle-aged man to a refreshing young man, and he was still a superficial person.

What a nice young man.

"This kid really deserves to be a 'middle school boy'!" Lin Junxiu said mockingly, while rubbing his somewhat swollen temples.

Through accepting the memory of this body, Lin Junxiu discovered that after rebirth, he was also called Lin Junxiu. Although the name was still the same, the pronunciation became Hayashi Toshihide. The young Lin Junxiu was born in a single-parent family, and his mother Lin Naomi I had to work two jobs to support my family. During the day, I worked as a logistics worker in a company, and after get off work, I worked in a small supermarket until the early hours of the morning.

It's a pity that the middle school boy didn't care about his mother's hard work and insisted on buying a pair of expensive sneakers. He even had a high fever and refused to take medicine because of his mother's hesitation to force his mother. As a result, his mother was busy with work and could only say a few perfunctory words and hurried to work.

; But the boy in middle school got stubborn and really didn't take the medicine, and ended up being penetrated by the middle-aged uncle.

"Junxiu, have you taken your medicine? Mommy has something to tell you." Just when Lin Junxiu lamented that the best way to deal with the middle school boy was to beat him up, Lin Junxiu's mother Lin Zhimei had already got off work. According to the usual routine

From memory, Lin Zhimei should be preparing dinner in a hurry, and then rushing to the small supermarket to take over the shift. The small supermarket is settled on an hourly basis, and being late means that tonight's salary will be reduced by half. "Junxiu, can mom come in?

?" There was a knock on the wooden door of the bedroom.

It has to be faced after all. Lin Junxiu cheered himself up from the bottom of his heart, and then opened the wooden door. Outside the door was Lin Zhimei's worried eyes, but when he saw his son who could get up and looked well, Lin Zhimei still had a look in her eyes.

She glowed with joy. She smiled and said: "Junxiu, mom has thought about it. An aunt recommended a morning job to mom, which is to go to the morning market to help carry things. As long as mom works one more job, the next job will be done.

I can buy you sneakers in just a month, what do you think?"

"You have to work until two o'clock in the morning before you can rest. What time does the morning market work start?" Lin Junxiu felt more and more that Lin Junxiu, the former middle school boy, should be taken out and beaten. It is better to raise a son like this.

Forget about the dog.

"Go to work at four o'clock." Lin Zhimei said with a smile, "It doesn't matter. Mom can just sleep for two hours. It's just that mom can't make breakfast and lunch for you. Then you can take the money to buy it at the school welfare club.

That’s it.”

"Are you willing to die? Can your body bear it?" Lin Junxiu objected. Even a tough man can't stand it if he works three jobs alone, let alone a woman. Regardless of whether he is considered the other person's child or not, Lin Junxiu

Junxiu couldn't accept a woman sacrificing her health and life in exchange for just a pair of sneakers. "I don't want to buy that pair of sneakers. And if I want to buy anything in the future, I will figure it out myself. You support both of us."

I’ve been working very hard!”

"Huh?" Faced with the kindness of her "son" in front of her, Lin Zhimei was a little confused.

"I mean, you don't need to work so hard. You don't need to go to that morning market job because I don't want to buy sneakers." Lin Junxiu said, "Even if your salary in the company's logistics department is enough for us to live on, you can work in the supermarket."

You can quit your job."

Originally, when he only looked at his bedroom, Lin Junxiu thought that his family was considered middle-class in Japan. But after truly seeing the whole family, Lin Junxiu realized that this family was already a low-income family in Japan. The area where he lived

It's called Adachi City, and although it's one of the 23 wards in Tokyo, it's one of the poorest of all places in Tokyo.

Moreover, the house I live in is a dilapidated apartment building that has been built for more than 50 years. The area of ​​the apartment is only the so-called "1DK". It has the functions of a dining room and a living room, and it also serves as a Japanese-style room that serves as Lin Zhimei's bedroom.

It’s only 6 square meters (1 square meter = 1.6 square meters); the small kitchen is only about 3 square meters; the cramped bathroom probably doesn’t exceed 3 square meters. The small bathtub is only enough for Lin Junxiu, who is less than 170 centimeters tall.

I can squat down and take a bath; the only slightly larger room is Lin Junxiu's bedroom, but it is just a 7-square-meter Western-style room. There is no heating or air conditioning, and floor heating is even more of a luxury.

Hearing Lin Junxiu's words, Lin Zhimei's eyes turned red. She leaned forward and said, "Mom, I'm sorry for you!"

Regarding Lin Zhimei's apology, Lin Junxiu was a little dumbfounded. He had to say: "Mom, I will work hard to get into a good high school. Our family will not be so poor forever, just wait and see."

"Mom believes what Junxiu said." Lin Zhimei wiped her tears and said with a smile. But she seemed to think of something again, and said with some worry, "Junxiu, is it really nothing without new sneakers? Those friends of yours won't

What should I say?"

"What can they say?" Lin Junxiu remembered that the junior high school this body attended was a district junior high school with a relatively low ranking. And because the income of residents here in Adachi City is not high, everyone's clothes are quite ordinary.

It seems that Lin Junxiu's clothes and shoes are pretty good among his peers. Therefore, Lin Junxiu doesn't think his classmates have anything to look down on him.

"Mom means your friends in the port area." Lin Zhimei had a sad look in her eyes.

Under Lin Zhimei's reminder, Lin Junxiu suddenly remembered that this boy seemed to have another identity, that is, a trainee at Johnny's Agency in Japan, also known as "Jr. (Little Johnny)". Regarding this identity, Lin Junxiu

I am not particularly interested in it. In Japanese society where classes have been solidified, the entertainment industry is not a good class, and idols are at the bottom of the entertainment industry. Do I really want to enter this circle? But for Japanese teenagers

For us, becoming Johnny Johnny seems to be something comparable to playing baseball and reaching Koshien.

After all, there are millions of resumes submitted to Johnny & Associates every year, and Johnny & Johnson only gives a few hundred interview opportunities each year, and fewer than a hundred people are finally selected to become Johnny Johnny. Calculating the difficulty,

It is probably not much less difficult than the Chinese art exam. No wonder Lin Junxiu is very proud of his identity. After all, Lin Junxiu, who was only in the sixth grade of elementary school, also volunteered to submit his resume out of curiosity, and passed all the way and was selected for Little Johnny, and he was in the office

I stayed with him for almost three years. Johnny's Agency is not a charity organization. They only maintain a Little Johnny team of about 300 people every year. Therefore, except for a few people who "graduated" from Little Johnny because of their debut,

It is estimated that nearly a hundred Little Johnny's leave every year for various reasons. It is indeed not easy for those who can persevere.

But now that he has decided to withdraw from Johnny & Associates, Lin Junxiu is too lazy to care about the looks of these teenagers. So Lin Junxiu said to Lin Zhimei with certainty: "If they care, it proves that we don't need to be friends."

.”

"But, if Junxiu had no friends, wouldn't he feel lonely?" Lin Zhimei became more and more worried.

Lin Junxiu sometimes cannot understand the "friendship concept" in Japanese society, that is, you must have friends around you, otherwise you are a monster. If Lin Junxiu was alone in China, no one would say anything. But in Japan

No, if you didn’t participate in club activities or go to and from school with your friends when you were studying, then you would definitely be bullied or being bullied at school; if you didn’t have friends to drink with after work or play golf with on vacation, then you would definitely be bullied.

Being squeezed out is doomed to no hope of promotion. It is precisely because of this meaningless view of friends that puts greater pressure on the Japanese, as if not making friends is the end of the world.

"It's okay, I will make more like-minded friends." Lin Junxiu replied very seriously.

"Then mom is relieved." Seeing Junxiu's firm eyes, Lin Zhimei was also relieved. "Today we will eat Junxiu's favorite curry pork chop rice? There were many pieces of expired curry in the supermarket where mom worked night shift yesterday.

The store manager has been given to my mother."

"Yeah." Lin Junxiu nodded. In fact, Lin Junxiu doesn't like curry at all, but it seems that Japanese people love curry very much. Originally, Lin Junxiu wanted to suggest eating some fresh vegetables, but he thought of the price of fresh vegetables and fruits in Japan.

, Lin Junxiu still didn’t say anything. Considering the current economic situation of the Lin family, eating vegetables is a luxury.

After dinner, Lin Zhimei said: "Mom has to think about the night shift again. Junxiu can think about her mother, and her mother is very happy. But her mother can't give up any opportunity to make money. After all, when Junxiu goes to high school, he will take tutoring

The cost of the class is also very high. As for the morning market, mom promised Junxiu not to go! Okay, mom is going to work!"

After saying goodbye to Lin Zhimei, Lin Junxiu returned to his bedroom. He first looked at his textbooks, and then thought about his grades. In the junior high school he is currently studying in, his grades are in the middle of the school.

It’s just a class. With this score, it is estimated that high school can only be chosen in district colleges and universities. If this develops, then even if Lin Zhimei can pay for the tuition fees of expensive famous brand cram schools, I am afraid that she will only be in D

You have chosen a school among Class A or C-level universities. If you want to stay and work in Tokyo, it is best to go to an A-level university, or at least to a popular major in a B-level university.

"I originally thought that I would be able to become a domineering king, and then I would enter high school like Kaisei, Azabu, and Musashi. But now that I look at it, no private schools would be willing to recruit them, let alone the 'three noble schools.'

On your own? Unless you spend money on it. As for public schools, there is no need to think about better prestigious universities. In the end, you can only choose among district universities, right?" Lin Junxiu scribbled on the paper, and then

He said with some worry. "Unless I can improve my grades and gain fame at the same time, why would a famous school recruit me? Why would a private school waive tuition fees? Will I have to be a middle school student in Japan who can only make ends meet when I am born again?"
Chapter completed!