My Girlfriend is an Evil Woman

The alarm clock rang at 5 a.m., and Kitahara Hideji groaned as he reluctantly controlled the urge to smash it and sat up in bed. There was no need to sleep longer; entering deep sleep for fifteen minutes could restore seventy percent of his energy and stamina. Sleeping after deep sleep was less effective and could even leave him feeling groggy. It was better to use that time for other things and rest when he truly felt tired.

Entering deep sleep was simple, just be tired enough. Sleeping less was also straightforward, as long as one had a clear goal and strong willpower. It might sound easy, but laziness was actually the biggest enemy in life.

Studying was hard; many people couldn’t bear the effort. Life was also challenging, but many could endure its hardships because it came to them without any effort. Just lying down allowed them to face life’s struggles, which was why many people could bear the difficulties of life but not the toil of studying.

What a foolish way to live!

Humans must not be lazy; that was what truly ruined a person’s life! Character determines destiny, so one must decisively eliminate laziness from their character; that was the fundamental solution.

Kitahara Hideji struggled to fold the bedding neatly and put it back into the closet, feeling soreness in his thighs, arms, wrists, fingers, and neck. It was probably the aftermath of overexertion from yesterday’s exercise.

He walked to the bathroom with crab-like steps and splashed his face with cold water, looking at his pale, drenched face in the mirror until the drowsiness completely faded away.

Hyakujirou excitedly sat by the edge of a box, wagging its tail against the box’s wall, making a “thud, thud” sound. Kitahara Hideji might have a soft spot for it, but he couldn’t really be considered a good pet owner. He cut a few times on the cardboard box with a utility knife to make a makeshift dog bed, laid some old newspapers as cushioning, and then threw the dog inside before locking it in the bathroom, not caring about the dog’s feelings at all.

At least it wasn’t sleeping on the streets!

Once the drowsiness completely vanished, Kitahara Hideji dried his face and stretched his shoulders and arms in the bathroom before checking the box again. He was satisfied to find that the dog had behaved well and not relieved itself everywhere. He nodded approvingly and waved at Hyakujirou, “Let’s go, we’re heading out.”

Hyakujirou immediately emerged from the opening he made with the utility knife and happily followed Kitahara Hideji, sticking by his feet. Kitahara Hideji picked up the training stick, put on his headphones, and started playing an English lesson on his phone. He softly repeated the lesson as they headed out for their morning run.

He usually goes for a run, believing that without a healthy body, he won’t be able to perform well in his studies. He also knows that studying is not just about burying oneself in books; falling sick frequently will only lower efficiency. So, he has allocated time for morning exercise and is also planning to practice Kendo. He intends to allocate some of his morning runs for Suburi practice.

Of course, his mind is not idle while running. He uses the time to brush up on his English skills, which will be tested in the college entrance examination.

A small park is located about a kilometer away from his apartment, and he heads straight there for his morning jog. Hyakujirou, with its short legs, happily follows him, but Kitahara Hideji pays no attention to the dog, letting it walk on its own to avoid getting tangled in emotions.

Arriving at the park, he looks back and sees Hyakujirou still tailing him, wagging its tail merrily. He smacks his lips, hesitating whether he should drive the dog away. He had a hard time taking care of himself, let alone raising a pet. If he decides to keep this dog, it would be his first pet in two lifetimes.

Kitahara Hideji scrutinizes Hyakujirou carefully and finds it quite cute, not annoying at all. It appears to have some Shiba Inu bloodline, grinning like it’s always smiling. However, its bloodline is mixed, resembling a bit of Akita Inu as well, with its fluffy fur resembling a large fox. Its ears are triangular but droop down, as if mixed with characteristics of other breeds… All in all, it probably isn’t valuable at all, no wonder it ended up on the streets.

Kitahara Hideji isn’t knowledgeable about dogs, and it seems that purebred dogs are more valuable. Given Hyakujirou’s temperament, it probably wouldn’t fetch much at a pet store. Moreover, it might belong to that kid Ono Yoko. Selling it doesn’t seem like a good idea either.

After pondering for a while, Kitahara Hideji points to a spot under a tree and commands, “Dig a hole.”

Hyakujirou looks at the tree, hesitates for a moment, then goes over and lifts one hind leg, spraying a few drops of urine. It then turns back to look at Kitahara Hideji, seemingly waiting for praise.

Kitahara Hideji sighs and leads it to another tree. He uses his foot to scratch the ground a few times and commands again, “Dig a hole.”

This time, Hyakujirou seems to understand. It rushes to the spot where Kitahara Hideji had scratched the ground, raising its butt and using its front paws to vigorously dig, sending decaying leaves and soil flying. After a moment, it has dug a considerable hole and then turns back, looking eager for approval.

“Go poop!”

Hyakujirou tilts its head, still not getting it.

Kitahara Hideji is speechless for a moment. He can’t exactly take off his pants to demonstrate for this dumb creature, can he?

…………….

Kitahara Hideji struggled to get Hyakujirou to poop, but finally, the dog did its business and even learned to bury it. Kitahara Hideji observed the dog and decided that it seemed quite clever, and it should be fine to keep it around. As for food, he figured he could give it his leftovers, and if it wasn’t satisfied, it could leave anytime. After all, he didn’t owe anything to this dog.

He focused on his Suburi practice, occasionally checking the experience points at the lower left corner of his vision. He was now at LV5, with an Initial Rank skill, and leveling up was becoming more challenging. It took four or five strikes to gain just one experience point, depending on the game’s mood.

Suburi involved both striking and withdrawing the stick, and stabilizing the withdrawal was more challenging than striking. Striking had the help of gravity, while withdrawal required resisting gravity and inertia.

Today’s training wasn’t as effective as the previous night. Even after a night’s rest, his energy hadn’t fully recovered, and his muscles were accumulating lactic acid again, causing his arms to feel sore and out of control. In the end, he dropped the Training Stick, which flew and landed in the woods.

Hyakujirou quickly darted out, heading towards the stick, and after a while, it returned, trying its best to bring the stick back to Kitahara Hideji. It was still too small to carry the stick properly, so it dragged it and pushed it with its snout, tumbling and twisting joyfully. It seemed to think Kitahara Hideji was playing a game with it.

Kitahara Hideji patted its head as it panted happily, rubbing its head against his hand. It was enjoying itself tremendously, as if it were in a state of bliss.

Seeing Hyakujirou’s dog-like behavior, Kitahara Hideji couldn’t help but laugh and scold, “I never thought you could do something useful! Let’s go, we’ll have a meal.”

Meal? Hyakujirou’s doggy eyes instantly lit up, and drool dripped from its mouth. Kitahara Hideji gave it an exasperated look and playfully tapped its head, saying, “That’s all you care about! I’ll give you my leftovers, but don’t expect me to spend money on you.”