119 Closed Down

Sculpting your body to a certain size with the perfect ratio of muscles to fat was extremely important to appeal to the wide range of tastes that my customers have when they buy my services.

It was important that it was consistent and would still have the ability to make them ask for more.

One reason why I'm failing school is obviously due to my dedicated research to techniques that will make a woman feel their in cloud nine or special exercises to help with a teenager's body.

...Definitely not because i'm sleeping in class...

When I had a pillar to lean on without a worry, two years ago, I surprisingly had a lot of free time in middle school.

I was able to learn a few exercise regimens from the basketball team and used to play a lot but it was too troublesome now.

A good way to describe it was that it was more of a sport to pass time instead of something I enjoyed.

Our group was not allowed to used any weights in the fear that it would harm the young bodies of a growing body which meant it was under a controlled and restricted exercise.

That's why the only way I knew how to steadily train this body to some sort of perfect was through sets and reps of running, push ups, squats, etc.

Those were the exercises I excelled at while the rest with the actual requirement of equipment seemed odd to me.

I had spent my time from 3:00pm to 6:00pm training.

The remaining 30 minutes I could use before going to my night job which I decided to use for eating an early dinner which was why I reheated the food that I had cooked in the early morning.

I placed the two plates with delicious food onto the dinner table but my little sister suddenly took one of the plates to her room "I'm busy"

That was probably her excuse but it doesn't seem like school was actually that difficulty, maybe it was just a specialized academic school thing.

Hmm, now that I think about it, how long has it been since I actually sat down to eat with her?

From all the jobs I have taken… this was probably the first in maybe around 2 years but she started to avoid me for a while.

...She didn't find out about my jobs, right? I might want to ask her later

I've read those parent blogs that say that kids and teenagers will start to pick up features that their trusted people have.

Just the thought of my sister acting as my senior… is a frightening future.

Aiii~ eating alone is so boring, where's the chatter and communication.

Although, this does remind me the time when I told my dad I was bullied, the words he told me on how to resolve bullying… I hope it's not illegal.

"Now listen son, give'em a good old 1, 2 and you'll never hear from them again"

I question whether he would've been arrested before dying but who knows?

Man~ he left a lot of trouble with his goddamn genes.

With his good looks in his youth, of all the people girls he had to pick, he chose one with a horrible personality that didn't seem loyal and then there were even consequences for the children.

Who knew that having the blood with two opposing countries would be bad.

Either way you put it, your fucked.

It starts all the way from some Shu Rou, Xu Rou, Zhu Rou or some random guy that brought a lot of girls and formed a country.

He was basically some Joe Shmoe who started the country as far the legends go… or maybe it was a myth, I wasn't paying attention in class.

On one hand, if I say that legend was false, I would seem like some sort of patriotic fool who believes my country is special.

If I believed on the opposite then the other half of my blood will basically say 'I'm into propaganda and believe in this and that.'

The only good thing about my blood heritage is that some of the foreign ladies would like to have a taste of a mix but others might turn away my services in disgust.

My senior should've told me that just this small problem from some idiotic history would cause so many difficulties for my second job.

Maybe if my dad picked a better woman, would he be alive?

Aiii~ this isn't a good mood for connecting and talking to customers, I better start going before it's too late and I need to hire a taxi.

And if I have the time, I really should sit down and start talking with my sister.

….

You know, thinking back, those thoughts seemed pretty wholesome and great.

So WHY IS LOVELY MEN CLOSED!?!?

Let's think carefully Arisu, think carefully. You returned home by 12:00 and nothing bad happened to you on the way but the bodyguards still seemed active.

Was there any fire?

Shouldn't be, the buildings intact and only has a small sign with some of the architecture being removed.

Did someone take illegal drugs?

Absolutely not, it was definitely a policy that the workers here would never fall for such a trashy scheme and the bodyguards would make sure to check that.

Did someone die?

That… no way, right?

*sigh*, today's apparently not my luckiest even though I hit the jackpot yesterday.

The one person I can trust and who roams around this industry as one of the finest who would receive first hand news, my senior.

I really didn't want to make this phone call but…

*Ding**Ding**Ding*

*Please leave a message-*

Faaaaa - my day really isn't a lucky one.

She was probably receiving a customer at this point and I'm currently at her mercy, in the hopes that she'll notice my message and actually respond.

Just imagining that room again… please tell me she cleaned it for once.