Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 182 [Mastering Stock Trading]

Kitahara thought the moon was very bright, a full moon, serenely illuminating the sky and the sea, its waves appearing silvery white. The weather was perfect for a walk, but he could only fool around with a madwoman.

He relaxed, realizing he had been a bit foolish; it was completely unnecessary.

So he got up and went back.

Asuka was left standing there, staring blankly at his retreating figure.

"Hey, where are you going!" she asked.

"Let's find a quiet place to sit down."

Kitahara said, too lazy to talk to her anymore, and went straight back to the hotel.

As for this spoiled second young lady, unless she's stupid, she wouldn't wander around the beach alone. The security here is questionable, and she only dared to throw a tantrum because I was there.

Sure enough, after Kitahara left, Kousaka Asuka hesitated for a moment, then stamped her foot and stood up, muttering, "Leaving me all alone."

The next day, Kitahara chose to ignore everything from the previous night and went to find a mission. Since he rarely went out, he figured he might as well see if he could find any suitable skills. He found one by the sea, and the reward was basic diving. On a whim, he went for a swim.

"Not bad, I'll keep it as a backup. After learning this skill, it even increased my breath-holding time."

With a splash, Kitahara burst out of the water, secretly surprised. He had silently counted for at least three minutes, something that would have been impossible without prior training.

As he emerged from the sea, he was greeted by a foreign tour guide who gave Kitahara a thumbs-up: "Fellow traveler, let's go diving together sometime."

Just now underwater, Kitahara's hand gestures were very standard, indicating that he had received special training, so he considers Kitahara a professional.

Kitahara smiled, exchanged a few words with him, and then went off to look for missions.

skill.

It seemed like it could indirectly improve his physical fitness. As Kitahara walked around, he realized that he already had many skills, so he had an idea in mind to test his abilities. There happened to be a beach volleyball court not far away.

At that moment, male and female students from the same major were practicing together.

Beach volleyball requires practice; the sand is different from flat ground, and the results are also different.

Kitahara went to check and found Hideyoshi there. He had changed into beach shorts and was wandering among the girls.

"Kitahara-kun!"

He saw Kitahara, greeted him, and then ran over with a smile, asking, "Want to come along?"

"The loser has to treat everyone to dinner," Lemon said with a mischievous grin from across the table, wearing what looked like a high school swimsuit that revealed her tanned skin.

"come."

Kitahara readily agreed and voluntarily joined Hideyoshi's side. He had been observing for a while and found that the average level on this side was very low, with almost all of them being beginners.

"Serve! Watch out!"

Lemon flashed her little tiger teeth and stared at Kitahara; she had long wanted to challenge Kitahara.

kick off.

After a few simple passes, Lemon started to increase the intensity. Her teammates lowered their waists to support her, and she jumped high, slamming her hands down hard.

"Here it comes, the Amsterdam Spiral Cannon is sure to kill!"

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Why is there commentary?

Kitahara paused for a moment, then looked to the side and saw Yoshimizu acting as referee, wearing tactical sunglasses and shouting in a serious manner.

"Snapped!"

The smash ball slammed down from the side, landing on the sand and sending sand flying everywhere.

"Beautiful smash!" Jishui shouted.

Lemon smiled smugly and made a "yeah" sign: "No one can catch this ball!"

The ball was moving very fast, but Kitahara was distracted just now.

Of course, he didn't explain, he just silently picked it up.

Then, Lemon chuckled and said, "Sorry, Kitahara-kun, you'll have to treat me to this meal."

Kitahara glanced at the score and saw that there were still three points left. None of them were professional players; they were all relying on their physical instincts to play, so there was a possibility of a comeback.

He laughed and said, "No rush, let's talk about it after we've finished fighting."

"Hmph." Lemon thought he was unconvinced, and the corner of her mouth curled up in an amusing way.

Kitahara kicked off, and after a few simple passes and taps, he was already warmed up. He didn't even need his teammates; he moved around so skillfully that the passersby were stunned.

"How can he run so fast!"

"You've been running for so long, and your face isn't even red?"

"So handsome!"

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"Snapped!"

The ball bounced to the ground, and Yoshimizu shouted triumphantly, "Kitahara team, another point!"

"Something's wrong!"

Lemon wiped away her sweat, staring blankly as a smash ball fell beside her, when she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Standing up, Kitahara remained calm after spiking the ball, not even blushing or out of breath, which astonished Kitahara.

"Come again!"

"Snapped!"

Unexpectedly, the counterattack came even more fiercely; their entire team of seven was actually defended by Kitahara alone.

"Stop playing!"

Just after Kitahara finished the match with a powerful blow, Lemon finally couldn't contain her frustration and complained bitterly: "You definitely used cheats! How can you be so insane!"

“A bet is a bet.” Kitahara stepped forward and pulled her up. Lemon was initially a little indignant, but after meeting his gaze, she blushed and whispered, “I can treat you, but don’t overthink it.”

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Kitahara brushed the dust off his hands and then pondered his physical abilities, which were probably twice as good as those of an average person.

Endurance, explosiveness, and strength all increase imperceptibly.

The numbers on the panel changed very slowly.

However, with the addition of skills, it has a feeling of a heavy sword without an edge. If you continue to acquire skills, you might become a little superman.

After pondering it over, Kitahara went to rest, satisfied. That evening, as he went out, he ran into Lemon dragging Takagi along with a group of people to dinner. As they walked, Lemon looked rather grim: "Oh no, my living expenses!"

She thought she could get a good deal, but she didn't expect to suffer a huge loss, leaving her heartbroken.

Kitahara followed, but didn't bully anyone too much. He casually chose a small ramen shop and sat down to eat with everyone.

My trip to Okinawa ended in this harmonious atmosphere of eating and drinking.

After returning to Tokyo.

Kitahara maintained his usual routine, attending classes during the day and going out to find missions at night, during which he also encountered some surprises.

Master Stock Trading!
The task came from a professional manager at a fund securities firm.

Kitahara then tried his hand at stocks, but unexpectedly lost several million in the first week.

"Something's wrong."

Sitting at home, looking at the sea of ​​red stocks, he felt a little lost. This was the first time his skills hadn't come in handy.

Even if you're an expert in stocks, it might still be difficult to make money.

Beiyuan muttered to himself, "I tried it out for another week. I found a relatively unpopular tech stock and, after considering the policies, I decisively leveraged my investment and bought it. The result was quite pleasing."

"The earnings are about the same as going out to find missions."

Kitahara muttered to himself as he looked at the tens of millions of yen that had been deposited into his account.

This is a good thing, meaning that I can earn money on my own in the future, without having to specifically look for those money-doubling cards.

At the same time, this greatly boosted Kitahara's confidence.

For the next few weeks, he played the stock market and, at the same time, casually let Hanaya Seiko know about his uncle's situation.

It was because of this that Kitahara heard the doorbell ring at his villa.

This was the first time someone had come to his door since he went into seclusion to trade stocks.

(End of this chapter)