Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 470 The King of Popularity
Genjiro endured eight hours in the heart acupoint, as did Fushimi Shika—if you ignore the pain in his limbs, he actually thought the dream was alright. As long as he did his homework on time, was obedient and didn't pick and choose his food, and didn't interrupt when they argued, Kujo Yui wouldn't go berserk.

Survival is too easy.

But the question is, how do I wake up?

Fushimi Shika couldn't figure it out; he felt the key to the problem might lie with Tamako. The bar-like thing above her head probably wasn't health, since it would increase when Tamako was happy; it was likely something like an emotion value.

What happens when your mood value is empty?

Is it possible to wake up simply by letting Xiaoyuzi's emotional value drop to zero, causing the nightmare to shatter?
Fushimi Shika thought it was worth a try, and besides, he had no other choice but to try anything.

As for the option of making Yuko happy and increasing her mood, he didn't even think about it and immediately passed it off... If it was a sweet dream, wouldn't Yuko be even less willing to wake up?
At first, Fushimi Shika tried to mock Tamako, using extremely foul language to lower her mood. But after only two sentences, Tamako couldn't take it anymore, so she locked him in the closet and ignored him completely, not caring whether he lived or died.

In reality, he might starve to death in the closet; but this is a dream, and dreams don't follow logic. Kujo Yui has no objection to the tutor's quadriplegia and even allows Fushimi-sensei to reside in her closet, creating a kind of bizarre feeling in everyday life.

Fushimi Shika's foul mouth attack failed. Without hands or feet, he could do nothing but dawdle for eight hours, hoping his hands and feet would heal on their own—but obviously, that didn't work. So, he only had one option left.

Suicide restart.

The second suicide attempt would result in the loss of two months' worth of memories, which Fushimi Shika felt was acceptable. He had known Minamoto no Tamako for more than two months, and he had also known Hirako for more than two months, so there was still room for error.

But figuring out how to kill himself was another problem. Fushimi Shika thought and thought but couldn't come up with a good solution, so he could only choose to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

It's worth mentioning that the so-called suicide by biting one's tongue is not due to the pain of a severed tongue, but rather to suffocating oneself by blocking the trachea with the severed tongue and blood, which is extremely painful.

Fushimi Shika harbored great resentment after his death. Although he didn't care, it didn't mean he wasn't in pain. The first time he stuck a pencil in his ear, he could be said to have brought it upon himself; the second time he bit off his tongue and committed suicide, he was forced into it.

As the saying goes, revenge is the best revenge, and grievances are the best grievances. Since Fushimi Shikamaru can't get rid of Kujo Yui, she'll make her daughter pay for her mother's debts by giving Tamako a hard time and trying to get her mood value to zero!
"Wake up... wake up..."

Fushimi Shika opened his eyes at the save point. He sat up and, as expected, found himself still in Tamako's room. The latter looked anxious and asked if he had finished his homework. Fushimi Shika smiled, gave her a thumbs-up, and said, "Don't worry! I've finished it all!"

"That's great! Fushimi-sensei, you're so kind!" Tamako was very happy, completely unaware of Fushimi Shika's sinister intentions.

"Alright, go watch some TV before Miss Kujo goes home." Fushimi Shika waved him away, intending to hide in the closet beforehand to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Last time, after he finished his homework, Kujou Yui still broke his arms and legs; this time, he ran away early, so Kujou Yui can't exactly chase after him and kill him, right?
"No, no, Mom will be back soon. I'd better review my lessons." Xiaoyuzi felt a little guilty. She was afraid that her lie would be exposed, so she planned to put on a show in front of Kujo Yui and let her mother know that her good daughter had been studying.

Fushimi Shika looked around the room but couldn't find a place to hide. He got up and said, "Alright, do as you please. I'm going to the toilet."

After saying that, he left the room in a hurry, ignoring Xiaoyuzi's reaction. He looked around, walked down the side corridor, and went straight into the bathroom, where he closed the door.

Hmm, not bad, looks very safe.

About ten minutes later, Kujou returned home on time. The first thing she did upon opening the door was to question Tamako about whether she had finished her homework. Tamako, unsuspecting, stammered that she had.

Fushimi Shika observed a moment of silence for her for five seconds.

Five seconds later, the roars of nine vengeful ghosts echoed from the room. She screamed and demanded, "Why is it all blank?! How dare you not do your homework! Who taught you to lie?!"

Fushimi Shika felt a chill run down his spine. He felt it wasn't safe to hide in the toilet, so he simply took off his pants, sat on the toilet, and created an absolute territory.

In horror movies, you won't be attacked while defecating; the danger usually comes from what happens after you've finished... Following this logic, as long as he keeps defecating, he'll always be safe.

Even if the nine vengeful spirits were furious, they wouldn't dare to barge into a toilet full of excrement, would they?
Fushimi Shika interlaced his fingers, rested his elbows on his knees, and looked just like Gendo Ikari after his wife died. He strained his anal sphincter, preparing to create an anti-demon tool—when he suddenly realized something, his anus tightened sharply, and he stopped in time.

If he poops in his dream, will he poop in real life too?
Fushimi Shika broke out in a cold sweat, thinking, "That was close! I almost wet my pants... If Minamoto no Tamako finds out, how will he ever face anyone again? Minamoto no Tamako only wet the bed when she was a child, but for him, a 25-year-old adult, to soil his underwear would be the end of his life!"
Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, he wouldn't dare gamble; so when the probability is ninety-nine percent, he's even less willing to take the risk.

Thankfully, it hasn't shown up yet.

Fushimi Shika breathed a sigh of relief, pulled up his pants, and felt that this plan was a disgrace. He was, after all, an S-rank man, and he couldn't always think of using underhanded methods to save his life.

A knock sounded on the bathroom door. Kujo Yui stood outside the frosted glass door, her long, narrow silhouette vaguely visible. She asked menacingly, "Fushimi-sensei... why didn't Tamako do her homework?!"

"Sorry, I'm in the bathroom right now. I'll talk to you after I'm done."

"I'm asking you why she didn't do her homework!!!" Kujou Yui screamed shrilly, her sharp nails scratching across the glass door, a screeching sound rang out, and five deep scratches appeared on the back of the door.

It seems that Xiaoyuzi didn't betray him, but he chose to kick her while she was down: "Sigh, I tried to persuade her, but she acted like a spoiled princess, saying things like 'My family pays you, you have no right to discipline me,' and even threatened to tear up her homework... Maybe she's going through a rebellious phase! As her tutor, I've done my best."

"What?! Such a thing actually happened?!"

The figure outside the frosted glass door gradually faded away, presumably Kujo Yui had drifted away again, intending to go and settle scores with Tamako.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fushimi Shika opened the toilet door and peeked out. Just then, he saw Kujo Yui drift into Tamako's room. He quickly slipped away, preparing to sneak out through the entrance.

When passing by Tamako's room, Kujo Yui poked Tamako's head again. The latter didn't say a word and didn't expose Fushimi-sensei's lie. She silently took all the blame and was eventually sent to the closet by Kujo Yui to reflect on her actions.

"Where are you going?!" Kujou Yui's head spun 180 degrees, her neck twisted into a pretzel, staring at Fushimi Shika as if afraid he would run away.

"Uh, I should get off work too..." Fushimi Shika said ramblingly.

"Leave work? Forget about it! You're not leaving until Xiaoyu finishes her homework tonight!!"

Kujou extended her sharp claws and pounced; Fushimi Shika tried to dodge, but was locked in a void, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as those slender hands pierced his collarbone, forcibly dragging him back into the room. Unable to resist, Fushimi Shika could only try to appease her: "Okay, okay! I'll help Miss Tamako with her homework right away! Please don't hurt my hands and feet, if my hands are broken I won't be able to write or explain the problems!"

Kujou paused, but she didn't actually break his hand; she only broke his leg, telling him to stay in the room and not to think about escaping.

Fushimi Shika was in excruciating pain in both legs, feeling like he was having gout, and felt utterly helpless.

Even if he could dismantle a Gundam with his bare hands in reality, he was still no match for Minamoto no Tamako's mother in her dream... It's clear that Minamoto no Tamako is more afraid of Kujou Yui than Fushimi Shika.

With a bang, the door slammed shut, followed by the sound of a lock being turned on. Kujo Yui had locked them inside the room.

Fushimi Shika slumped into a chair, cosplaying as Stephen Hawking, and sighed deeply. He turned his head to look at the cabinet wall, where he could faintly hear Tamako sobbing.

He hesitated for a moment, then pushed the wheelchair forcefully, moving it to the side of the cabinet and opening the sliding door.

Little Yu Zi was seen hugging her knees, curled up in a corner, crying her eyes out. Her little face was covered in tears and snot, and her mood points had dropped to a low red.

Fushimi Shika was very disappointed. He had gone to such lengths, but Minamoto no Tamako still hadn't woken up... It seemed he had guessed wrong; lowering Tamako's mood was of no use.

Is it to make Xiaoyuzi happy?

Fushimi Shika stroked his chin, feeling that this mess was hard to salvage. If Tamako didn't cry, she probably wouldn't be able to forgive him... He himself was too embarrassed to speak, after all, he had just played the role of a traitor.

Just then, a brilliant idea struck him, and he asked, "Yuzi, do you need to use the restroom?"

If Genji wets the bed again, won't she wake up?
Tamako didn't know why Fushimi-sensei was asking this. She didn't want to delve into it or pay any attention to Fushimi Shika, so she turned her face away and continued to cry.

"Don't cry, it was my fault just now, I'm sorry..."

Fushimi Shika tried to make amends to Tamako, softening his tone and coaxing her, "How about I help you finish your homework?"

This was the first time he had sincerely admitted his mistake to Genji. He did not use the redemption ticket or the rabbit coin, nor did he try to make excuses or lie. Instead, he honestly admitted that he was wrong and apologized to Genji.

Indeed, anything is possible in dreams.

However, Xiaoyuzi was not appreciative. She was not interested in romantic feelings at the moment, and her mind was clear. How could she not be angry after being betrayed like this? She sobbed, "No! I'll write it myself! You're a bad teacher!"

"I didn't mean to. You saw it yourself. If Miss Kujo finds out I let you go out to play, she'll kill me." Fushimi Shika broke down in an instant and started making excuses.

"Then why did you make me go out to play... I can finish my homework at home by myself..." Xiaoyuzi was even angrier because Fushimi-sensei didn't keep his word.

“I was testing you, testing the strength of your will to learn,” Fushimi Shika said, arms crossed, shaking his head and sighing. “Unfortunately, you did not pass my test.”

"That's ridiculous!" Xiaoyuzi wasn't buying it.

Fushimi Shika had a bit of a headache. He felt that the young Minamoto no Tamako was more clever than the grown-up Minamoto no Tamako and not so easy to fool. He could only appeal to her emotions and say indirectly, "I promise I won't do it again next time. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to."

Xiaoyuzi was still soft-hearted. Seeing his sincere attitude in admitting his mistake, her resentment subsided slightly. She pouted and said, "I... I wasn't just looking for fun... I just wanted to make a friend!"

She said the same thing last time, that she went out to make friends. Fushimi Shika's heart stirred slightly, vaguely grasping Tamako's weakness. He changed the subject and said, "Actually, I'm very popular. I'm a popular teacher at school. If you want to learn how to make friends, I can teach you."

Little Jade took the bait: "R-really?"

Fushimi Shika nodded repeatedly, revealing a weasel-like smile as he coaxed a chick, and waved, saying, "Of course! You wouldn't believe it, everyone calls me 'Popularity King.' Wherever I go, I'm the center of attention in any group!"

Xiaoyuzi listened with longing, her face still wet with snot and tears, looking pitiful. She couldn't help but swallow hard: "Can...can I learn it too?"

"Even an idiot can learn it, you can definitely do it too!" Fushimi Shika gave him a thumbs up.

Xiaoyuzi was no longer angry. She wiped her face haphazardly with her sleeve and slowly climbed out of the cupboard.

Children's tempers come and go quickly, but if it were an adult, faced with such a serious betrayal, they would definitely cut ties with Fushimi Shika.

Fushimi Shika, not intending to go back on his word, took the initiative to teach her some social skills. After all, he had a social charm level of 7, which was more than enough to teach an elementary school student.

While listening to the lesson, Xiaoyuzi was also doing her homework. This time, she dared not hand it to Fushimi-sensei again, for fear that Fushimi-sensei would 'test' her again.

"...In conclusion, the essence of making friends is establishing a 'mutually satisfying emotional connection,' and at a deeper level, it's 'attraction based on similarity.' If you only want to make superficial friends, then use the 'three-minute icebreaker technique' I just mentioned; if you want to form deep, intimate friendships, then you'll just have to wait."

After saying that, Fushimi Shika scratched his knee. He had no feeling in his lower body now, but it was vaguely itchy.

Xiaoyuzi bit her pencil stub, frowning and struggling, "I don't want to make superficial friends, I want to make really, really good friends, like the best partners in a mystery novel..."

"That kind of friend is hard to come by. When you meet them, you don't need any social skills; you'll naturally become friends with them." Fushimi Shika thought to himself, "This guy is already thinking about partners at such a young age."

"Is it really possible to meet him?" Xiaoyu asked anxiously.

Fushimi Shika thought of Kawai and couldn't help but reach out and pat Tamako's head, saying earnestly, "Trust me, you can definitely do it."

(End of this chapter)