Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 471 Fushimi-sensei is such a useless thing.

Xiaoyuzi's life experience bar is up, and her ability to make friends keeps increasing. She thinks she is a master of making friends. The next day, she excitedly went to put it into practice, but she was so nervous that she stuttered. Her classmates gave her a new nickname, "Little Stutterer".

Tamako ran home crying, accusing Fushimi-sensei of lying again, calling him a complete liar!
Fushimi Shika used a combination of coaxing and deception, claiming that the toilet was the best place to make friends, and persuaded Tamako to go to the school toilet to make friends and talk to the people in the stalls. In this way, the other person would not be able to escape, and Tamako would not be so nervous that she would stutter when she was face to face.

He hadn't forgotten his grand plan for the toilet, hoping that Tamako would go to the toilet in her dreams and then wake up in shock because she wet the bed in reality. He really went to great lengths.

As the saying goes, once you start, you'll start again. Xiaoyuzi suffered three losses in a row, but she still didn't learn her lesson. She believed Fushimi Shika's nonsense and followed her dating target into the women's restroom. She sat on the toilet in the stall and used the ice-breaking techniques taught by Fushimi-sensei to start a conversation with him.

The restroom is a perfect place to use the "scene association method," creating a shared topic of conversation through the environment. Fushimi once taught her a formula: observe the environment + specific details + open-ended questions… For example, if you meet someone at an art exhibition who is also looking at the same painting, you can ask them, "The use of color in this painting is quite unique. Do you think the artist wanted to express a sense of loneliness through the contrast of light and shadow?"

Xiaoyuzi, stepping into the bathroom scene, asked the other person, "This bathroom door is so unique. Do you think the designer intentionally painted the door gray?"

If this were a normal adult's social interaction, she would definitely be seen as a pervert. Fortunately, she is a primary school student and her friends are also primary school students, so she doesn't find the topic strange. The other person even thought that Xiaoyuzi's question was a bit profound and pondered it for a while.

Why are the toilet stall doors gray?

Xiaoyuzi discussed things with her new friend for a while without reaching a conclusion, but she successfully made a friend, which was cause for celebration. When she got home, she announced the good news, and Mr. Fushimi congratulated her repeatedly, then asked her if she had gone to the toilet.

"No, but I noticed something interesting: all the girls' restroom doors on every floor of the school are gray!" Xiaoyu said while doing her homework.

Fushimi Shika didn't care what color the toilet door was; he only cared whether Tamako had used the toilet: "Why didn't you go? Was it because you were constipated?"

“…I just don’t want to go,” Tamako scratched her head, then asked, “Fushimi-sensei, do you know why the toilet door is gray?”

“There’s no why,” Fushimi Shika pressed. “What about urination? How many days has it been since you last urinated?”

His persistent questioning really did seem a bit like a pervert, but Xiaoyuzi didn't notice because she had never seen a real pervert. She simply ignored his words, chewing on her pencil and continuing to think: "Hey... but don't you think it's strange? The classroom doors are all green, so why are the toilet doors different?"

Fushimi Shika pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt like he was talking to a brick wall, unable to connect with Tamako on a brainwave.

"Because gray doesn't get dirty easily." He casually gave the answer, adding a side note: "Don't bite the pencil tip, it's bad for your health."

"Why is it bad for your health?" Xiaoyuzi was very curious. She had been very curious since she was a child. At first, everyone called her a curious baby, but after she asked too many questions, they called her a naughty child.

“Because lead is toxic, licking it too much can easily turn you into a mentally disabled person,” Fushimi Shika said, squinting.

"Oh dear! Why didn't you say so earlier!"

Xiaoyu quickly spat and put the pencil aside. But when she was thinking, she felt uneasy if she didn't have something in her mouth.

Since she can't bite a pencil, she might as well bite her own fingers... Surely her fingers don't contain lead?
Xiaoyu bit her thumbnail, frowned, and continued to think, then asked, "Then why not choose black? Black is more resistant to dirt! If someone does a prank and graffiti on it, you won't be able to tell... Wouldn't it be better to paint it black?"

"Because black shows up easily and accumulates dust over time, and black doors don't look good," Fushimi Shika countered. "Do you think black toilet doors look good?"

"That's true!"

Xiaoyuzi agreed with the answer and couldn't wait to share it with her best friend, but unfortunately her friend didn't have a phone at home, so she would have to wait until tomorrow to chat.

Fushimi Shika noticed her habit of biting her nails, which was exactly the same as her habit when she grew up—Minamoto no Tamako liked to bite her thumb nails when she was thinking.

Kujo Yui probably said the same thing; she would definitely stop her daughter from biting the pencil tip, which is why Minamoto Tamako developed the habit of biting her thumb.

Tamako got the answer she wanted and started focusing on her homework. Seeing this, Fushimi Shika sighed; it seemed the toilet plan had failed.

In reality, Yuan Yuzi cannot urinate, so the little Yuzi in the dream will not urinate either.

Fushimi Shika scratched his knees, racking his brains. He was at his wit's end and didn't know how to wake him up.

Jingle Bell--

A piercing ringtone came from the living room.

Fushimi Shika's heart skipped a beat. Before Tamako could get up, he took the initiative to push his wheelchair to the living room to answer the phone.

"Moses Moses?"

"It's me!" Yuan Yuzi's voice came through: "I just finished... How are you now? Have you died a few times?"

Fushimi Shika glanced at his legs and replied, "It's alright, I died twice."

"I didn't finish what I said before. There are hidden rules in dreams, and if you break the rules, you will die..."

“I know, that’s not important,” Fushimi Shika, whose legs had already been broken twice by Kujo Yui, naturally knew what was going on: “How do we wake up?”

"No rush, I still have some things to take care of..."

Yuan Yuzi has just entered the second level of the Heart Acupoint and hasn't figured out the situation yet, so she doesn't want to give up halfway.

Fushimi Shika frowned. He suddenly realized that Minamoto no Tamako might be seeing things she shouldn't be seeing in his dream... Maybe she was already about to see them, which was why she didn't want to wake up.

He paused for a moment, then reminded him, "We are not safe now; this is not the time to daydream."

“Okay, did you see me in your dream?” Gen Tamako asked.

Fushimi Shika turned around and glanced at Tamako, who was doing her homework, and nodded, saying, "I saw you when you were a child."

"Is there a mood bar above your head? It's a rectangular bar that looks like a health bar in a game," Yuan Yuzi asked.

Fushimi Shikashin said, "I knew it, that thing was definitely the key: 'I saw it, so what?'"

"Turn it to the maximum level and let the mood value turn green, then you'll wake up," said Gen Tamako.

"Huh?" Fushimi Shika scratched his head.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Yuan Yuzi sensed that his tone was off.

“Nothing much, good idea, that’s what I was thinking too,” Fushimi Shika said, making things up.

"Alright, I'm going to the second level now. The time flow is different there, so I'll hang up now..."

"What second level?"

As soon as Fushimi Shika finished speaking, a beep came from the receiver; Minamoto no Tamako had hung up, leaving only a busy tone. Fushimi Shika had a bad feeling. He wondered what kind of mischief Minamoto no Tamako was up to in his subconscious, and he felt a sense of urgency and unease.

We need to find a way to wake him up quickly!
I wonder if those two little guys have been guarding the house properly...

Shika Fushimi shook off his distracting thoughts, pushed his wheelchair back to Tamako's room, and immediately began his grand plan of ingratiating himself: "Tamako-chan, do you have any wishes?"

Xiaoyuzi didn't even look up and casually said, "I don't want to do my homework."

"..."

Fushimi Shika couldn't help Tamako with her homework. The elementary school homework in her dream was written in alien language, which he couldn't understand at all. Last time, he wrote something haphazardly and ended up having his arms and legs broken by Kujo Yui.

"Besides this?" he asked with an awkward laugh.

"I still want to play with Naoko," said Tamako.

Naoko is a good friend she just made today. The two are on the same wavelength, and this friendship will probably last for a while.

"Besides this?"

Fushimi Shika couldn't let her go out to play; if she didn't finish her homework tonight, Kujo Yui would definitely tear her apart.

"That's all." Xiaoyuzi looked up: "Why did you ask that?"

Fushimi Shika looked guilty, adopting a posture of 'I am a sinner and I repent': 'I was wrong before, and I feel very bad about it, so I want to make it up to you...'

"How will you compensate me?" Xiaoyuzi asked, intrigued.

"Your wish will be granted," Fushimi Shika said in a serious tone. "Just tell me what you want me to do!"

...When you're a dozen years older, you'll realize how precious it is to have the opportunity to order me around like this.

Xiaoyu pursed her lips, hesitant to speak. She felt that Fushimi-sensei was useless, unable to even do something as simple as helping her with her homework... To put it bluntly, she didn't know how Fushimi-sensei managed to survive in society.

It's best to keep these things to yourself; saying them aloud can hurt feelings. Xiaoyu has enough emotional intelligence to know what's good and what's bad.

She paused for a moment, patted Mr. Fushimi on the shoulder, and said, "I'm already very happy that you have this thought."

Fushimi Shika felt that something was off about that statement. He glanced at the mood bar, which hadn't changed and was still gray, only slightly better than yesterday... Yesterday, Tamako's mood bar was red.

He doesn't seem happy enough; he's probably just saying it.

"Isn't there anything you particularly want? Or anything you particularly want to do?" Fushimi Shika asked earnestly.

"My mom buys me whatever I want, so I have everything I really want." Xiaoyuzi paused, then repeated, "The thing I really want to do is probably go out and play."

"What else?" Fushimi Shika couldn't make a decision.

"Gone."

"Really? Think about it again!" Fushimi Shikanobu said, "You won't be like this when you grow up. You'll want this and that every day, and your demands will drive me crazy."

To be honest, it's good to be a child. You're simple-minded, easily satisfied, and your happiness is simple and pure.

Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "If I really have to say, I... I want my mom and dad to stop arguing."

Fushimi Shika glanced at his legs, then considered whether he might die if he tried to break up the fight. After weighing the options, he felt there was a chance of success, so he nodded and agreed: "Sure, no problem."

Xiaoyu's eyes lit up: "Really? Can you really make Mom and Dad make up?"

Fushimi Shika smiled confidently, though he had no idea what to expect, his face showed an air of self-assurance: "Of course! Didn't I tell you? I'm the most popular guy outside!"

"I thought Fushimi-sensei was just bragging!" Tamako said innocently.

"How could that be! Wasn't your friendship-making secret effective? Look, you have good friends now, shouldn't you be happy?" Fushimi Shika emphasized his contribution and tried to cheer Tamako up.

After thinking about it carefully, Xiaoyuzi realized that it was indeed true. Her failure on the first day of practice was probably her own fault; it was all because she stuttered, and it had nothing to do with Mr. Fushimi. Now that she had made a good friend, she had something to look forward to in life, and she was indeed a little happy.

Fushimi Shika noticed that her mood had risen slightly and thought the plan was feasible. As long as Kujo Yui reconciled with her husband, Tamako's mood would rise, and he would be able to wake up smoothly.

The problem is, how can I get Kujo Yui to reconcile with her husband?

In the previous eight hours, Fushimi Shika experienced four days—Tamako did two hours of homework every day, which was considered a cycle, probably because in her childhood memories, the tutor would only appear during those two hours of homework at night—during these four days, Kujo Yui and Genichiro did not have a single day without arguing.

The commotion between the two was like the Battle of Stalingrad, with both sides fiercely fighting in every corner. Fushimi Shika didn't even dare to peek out, fearing he would be instantly killed if he showed his face.

Hmm, so this is the main quest. No wonder he's been stuck in the room and can't get out...

Fushimi Shika rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought. When Kotama asked him what he planned to do, he could only say, "Don't rush, I have a brilliant plan."

About ten minutes later, Kujou Yui returned home on time, and as usual, roared like a demon, asking Tamako if she had finished her homework. The latter obediently handed her homework to her mother for inspection, but Kujou Yui found no problems and turned to float away.

"Lady Kujo, please wait!" Fushimi Shika extended Erkang's hand.

Kujo turned his head ninety degrees and stared at Fushimi Shika with a sinister look. His eyes were bloodshot and looked like they were about to glow red.

Fushimi Shika coughed lightly. Although he didn't have any good ideas beforehand, when it came to actually doing something, he was surprisingly confident and started making things up in a serious manner: "It's like this, there's a recent study in the education field that aims to improve children's learning efficiency and cultivate good character habits... I wonder if Mrs. Kujo would be interested in participating?"

"What research?"

When it came to their daughter, the nine demons calmed down.

"The research project 'Measurement of the Gradient Correlation between Parental Emotional Coordination Index and Academic Performance of School-Age Children,' which is being internally tested by the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology," Fushimi Shika recited a long string of words in one breath, then added, "This is an internal research project, specializing in elite education. Only people working in education-related industries are aware of it. Please keep it a secret for me, Mrs. Kujo."

The nine demons didn't seem to be as clever as the original Kujou Yui. After a moment of silence, she took the bait and asked in a hoarse voice:

How do I participate?

(End of this chapter)