The glory of Kyoto wings

Chapter 7
The sky is as blue as the sea, and the light is softly sprinkled on the ground.

Kyoto is a bit hot in September, and the end of the summer vacation is still a bit unfinished, but the temperature in Higashiyama is relatively cool next to Lake Biwa.

There was a light rain yesterday, but the weather changed quickly. The tender water droplets could not withstand the evaporation of the sun, and there were no traces in the morning, and there were no damp water stains on the road.

This kind of weather is not really autumn.

Today's ultraviolet rays are also extremely strong. It stands to reason that you should bring a parasol when you go out, but unfortunately the reality is always harsher than expected.

"arrive."

Minamoto Larimitsu, with a computer bag on his shoulder, stopped, raised his head and looked at this coffee shop with a very narrow sign, he pushed open the door and stepped in, unwilling to endure the ultraviolet rays.

The coffee shop was very quiet, he randomly found a place by the window, ordered a cup of the cheapest coffee, and planned to cool off.

Minamoto Yorimitsu came to this coffee shop in Higashiyama from Sakyo District because he was used to sorting out study materials here before, and it was very close to his part-time job near Gion.

But he didn't take out his notebook in a hurry, but took a sip of the iced coffee he had just served, and then took out the phone in his pocket that kept ringing along the way.

Unlocking the screen, LINE's chat list appears, and the screen is full of unread messages in red.

"Sorry, I already have someone I like."

"Did Yuan Jun lose in a game of truth or dare, but it's early in the morning, isn't it the time, shouldn't it be posted last night?"

"Don't you like Yoshikawa-san?"

"Why did I forget to delete you?"

"As far as I know, you are a waste house, so goodbye."

"Please withdraw this sentence, I find it a little disgusting."

"roll."

Really short but powerful words.

His fingertips kept sliding down the screen of the phone. Yuan Laiguang saw all kinds of messages replied, but most of them were words that could not be read back. I took another sip of the foggy iced coffee.

He didn't intend to reply and explain painstakingly.

Putting down his phone, he focused his attention on what others couldn't see.

[Hyakuda Chiaki's dislike has increased slightly! 】

[The dislike of Haruna Dengchuan has increased slightly! 】

[Atsuya Atsushi's dislike has increased slightly! 】

[The degree of dislike has been reversed into a reward! 】

[Please pay attention to check the inventory! 】

The situation swung in the direction he wanted.

Because he has verified the original assumption in his heart.

"So, whether it's active or passive, as long as girls hate it, it will be turned into a reward."

This is definitely good news, because this simulator is obviously extraordinary, and it can even become the foundation of his life here.

Or even in other words—

As long as Minamoto's moral bottom line is flexible enough, and he has lost all his prestige in society as a person, he can continue to do evil to provoke some girls to obtain unknown but definitely useful rewards to strengthen himself.

But Minamoto Raimitsu is not a person at the pre-conventional level of morality in management.

It is also impossible to do as long as it is beneficial to oneself, it will definitely be done.

"It is also a difficult proposition to be hated by girls to get rewards, and not willing to violate one's own morals and ethics."

Once a problem is raised, it should be solved. Minamoto Raimitsu likes this process of finding a solution. Using the situational leadership model, he is definitely a highly mature employee.

It is also the candidate that capitalists like to extract without any effort.

After all, achievement-oriented motivation is the most effective.

"But if we deal with green tea"

After thinking for a while, Minamoto Raimitsu suddenly thought of Yoshikawa Hiromi, pondered for a while and seemed to have found his way.

There are two kinds of people, good and evil. There is no pure evil and no pure good.

It is easy to distinguish between good and evil.

If it is said that it is necessary to intentionally do evil to women indiscriminately in order to obtain the rewards of the simulator to enrich themselves, it is estimated that it is still difficult for any normal person to cross the bottom line in his heart.

But if he was dealing with those tea masters who have superb tea art and like to play with emotions, or women who think darkly and do evil, Yuan Laiguang feels that he will not have any psychological pressure.

Just like he has been thinking about how to get revenge on Hiromi Yoshikawa.

"Sure enough, I can't reach the moral level of the principle level, and I still can't be willing to let the world bear me, and I don't want to bear the world's people."

Minamoto Larimitsu subconsciously touched the management books that were often kept at hand. After groping for a while, he realized that he hadn't taken them out of the computer bag. He lowered his head and took them out and put them on the table.

The catalog of the book "The Practice of Management" was opened.

The Management by Objectives page is displayed.

Minamoto Larimitsu had tentatively decided on a green tea encirclement and suppression plan.

However, before carefully specifying the plan, let's check the reversal rewards first. It seems to be different from what Yoshikawa reversed last time.

"There are slight and moderate gaps, and there should be differences beyond that."

The chain of mysterious pattern locks the cherry blossom pattern in the center and opens gradually.

There are seven or eight words glowing with white light in the item column of the introduction.

Minamoto Raikou took a closer look.

"Familiar arrogance, as well as rage, laziness, and greed that haven't appeared before."

"Is it really divided according to the seven deadly sins?"

"If you say that, there are three other things that haven't appeared"

Classical roulettes carved with complicated patterns appeared.

There were still countless small grids on the virtual roulette wheel, covered with a thin but unclear fog, and the handwriting was as impenetrable as before with his gaze.

But the difference from last time is that the light of the roulette is slightly white.

"So there's also a difference in color between slight and medium."

Minamoto Raimitsu had experienced roulette once, and he understood the process, so he started roulette without too much hesitation.

Also turn on the other several roulettes.

The same also saw the corresponding explanation.

[Sin of Arrogance (Slight): Arrogance stems from superiority and overlooking at the most primitive level]

[The crime of rage (slight): rage stems from excessive discrimination against others, warning and injury]

[Sin of laziness (slight): Laziness stems from the nature of human beings who want to get results and are unwilling to work hard]

【Sin of Greed (Slight): Greed stems from wanting to have more than needed】

Minamoto Raimitsu thought for a moment after reading these explanations.

Then he turned to check the reward for this slight reversal of evil.

to determine the degree of reward of this different magnitude.

【Congratulations on winning the prize: Excellent Gurkha Standard Saber】

[Congratulations on your reward: slightly improved physical fitness]

【Congratulations on winning the prize: double the liquid assets】

[Congratulations on obtaining the skill: tricycle driving mastery]

[Congratulations on your acquisition of the skill: mastery of culinary skills]

【Skills have been loaded】

【The prizes have been sent out】

Minamoto raised his hand and touched his neckline.

This jade tablet that his mother begged from Nanchan Temple was a bit gentle.

He looked at the list of rewards in front of him with a strange expression. There were rewards that surprised him, and there were rewards that left him speechless.

The fingertips touched the water mist on the wall of the cup again, and the bitter and slightly cold coffee flowed down his throat, Minamoto Raimitsu soon accepted the information.

I see--

A master who can't ride a tricycle is not a good management scientist.

(End of this chapter)