Tokyo: Who would still fall in love after being spoiled?

Chapter 8: Defaulting on a debt is also a way to ask for contact information
[Task: Obtain Takeda Inori's contact information]

[Reward: 2000 points]

At 8:30 in the evening, the streets of Shibuya were still bustling with traffic. He and Asakura said goodbye after leaving the family restaurant, and in less than ten seconds they could no longer find each other.

He was almost pushed by the crowd towards the entrance of the tram station.

New system tasks came one after another without warning and were thrown aside by him.

His primary concern now was how to get back to the dormitory before the 9 o'clock curfew.

What's more, playing badminton with Amano was triggered before physical education class, and dating Asakura was triggered after receiving the editor's message. There are still traces.

But what about this Takeda Inori?

Was it because he was sure that he would not be able to get back to the dormitory before nine o'clock, and was picked up by this benefactor while wandering on the street, and asked for his contact information before leaving the next morning so that he could repay the favor in the future?
Even if he really couldn't make it back to the dormitory, he would probably just go to the comics internet cafe to spend the night. How could this situation possibly happen...

And...in the timeline of his own despair, how many ships are left under his feet?
He couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of the reminder when the system was activated.

No matter whether it is Amano or Asakura, they would never fall in love with a boy easily.

Since he was already "living in chaos", where did he get such great charm that could make two arrogant and proud girls willing to date him?

Is there a mysterious button that will give you a girlfriend if you press it?

Hypnosis?
Even if a truck came that day and rushed towards Amano or Asakura, he couldn't risk his life to save them two or three times in a row, right?

It really doesn't make sense.

Inoue squeezed into the train and grabbed a seat when the crowd surged at the next stop. Looking out the window at the Tokyo night view that was receding, he finally had time to slow down and organize his thoughts.

Putting aside the spoilers of the system, he then made changes, and the trajectory of his fate was no longer traceable in the future.

His original life goal was just to get into a decent university in Tokyo, settle down there and work long-term, and buy a house where he could bring his parents to live with him.

Exercise every day and pay attention to health preservation, it would be best if you can live to be a hundred years old.

In short, it is an extension of the retirement life in the previous life.

but now……

Maybe it was the boomerang-like coincidence of the editor's words; maybe it was the panic after seeing the system reminder; maybe deep down in his heart he still had a lingering hope that he could give it one more try.

Starting yesterday, he decided to try again, at least to prove something with a history of struggle.

The word "effort" is still too vague for him. He prefers to make a clear plan before doing something.

So, one is painting.

The system can directly use points to learn corresponding skills. But using points to cheat is meaningless to him.

Now that I have decided to pick up my dream again, I must rely on my own talent and hard work to achieve success in order to feel it is real.

The first is fame. Unlike operating an illustrator account online, fame here is more like reputation.

Participate in various painting competitions, followed by art exhibitions, and win awards in competitions and exhibitions.

The first step will start with the Youth Painting Competition in two months.

The second is to improve painting skills.

Not to mention that his painting skills are not as good as before, even when he was chasing his dream, his painting skills were not enough.

Start with rehabilitation exercises, and then set your university goal on attending the Five Fine Arts Institutes in Tokyo. You may be able to gain some knowledge that you have never known before in different universities.

I need to make up for the academic subjects, and I also need to start planning now for the painting competitions I can participate in this year.

The second is living conditions.

I can't be lazy anymore, and I can't do things like staying up late to finish manuscripts.

An orderly schedule is a must, and some time should be set aside in the early morning and evening for running and doing radio gymnastics.

I also needed to move out of the boarding house, away from the 6 a.m. and 9 p.m. curfews. The rent didn't matter, as long as the new place was quiet and preferably near a high school for easy commuting.

Consider including knowledge learning and painting in your daily schedule.

The third is the lover issue.

To him now, this title does not seem accurate.

Should I say ex-girlfriend? Or future girlfriend? Or girlfriend candidate…

In short, the strategy for getting along must be clear and firm, always maintaining distance to prevent the possibility of developing into a romantic relationship.

But at the moment, it seems that this problem does not require him to worry...

Even if he gave it his all, it was still unclear whether he could capture Amano or Asakura.

He was lost in thought for a moment, and it was not until some time later that he suddenly woke up.

I missed my stop.

By the time he rushed back to the dormitory, it was already 9:20.

The lights in the management office would be on until eleven o'clock. The man with the mustache saw him coming and waved to him.

"I thought you wouldn't come home overnight." The mustache sighed, as if feeling sorry for him. He flexed his dry, wrinkled fingers and glanced up at him as he spoke, "Bringing a girl into the dormitory and coming home twenty minutes late..."

"A box of Seven Stars and a can of Kirin?"

"Soft box, one squeeze." The man with a mustache knocked on the table and bargained.

"Dede...where can I buy it?"

"It's sold in the grocery store with the smallest head in the alley three blocks west of the intersection."

A new store location...

After leaving the boarding house, he wrote down the store address in his memo and walked west along the street.

Since I've decided to move out of the boarding house, if everything goes well, I might be able to report it earlier; I can start to collect some evidence...

The "grocery store" that the man with the mustache mentioned is actually a convenience store run by an individual. Whether in terms of storefront area or business responsibilities, it is not as comprehensive as the franchised chain convenience stores.

For example, there is no hot water, no lounge, no ATM machine, no cooked food, etc...

In short, it is more like the domestic convenience store standards.

He ruffled his hair a little and walked into the grocery store designated by the mustache.

The person taking care of the store is a girl who is not much older than him, even if she is older. She has a single ponytail and wears a staff hat, sunglasses, and a mask. The brim of the hat is pulled down very low. She always keeps her head down, so her face can hardly be seen clearly.

Like a part-time job.

He told her what he wanted to buy and was not asked for identification.

"Soft box seven stars, Kirin one squeeze."

"it is good."

The response was clear and concise.

But two minutes later, he was brought back a bottle of soda, a box of cigarettes and candy...

Then, the girl spoke——

"What you want, Inoue-san."

"..."

He knew it… He should have had a premonition as soon as he got the address. In a way, was he also spoiled by the system?

He put the cigarette box candy in his hand back to the front desk and looked up at the girl, "Students are not allowed to work after nine o'clock, right?"

"It would be great if no one could recognize me." The girl was even a little proud. "I guarantee you won't recognize me."

"Then how do you know me?"

“I know all the students in the boarding house.”

"Hate mustaches?"

"You too? Then why bother buying him alcohol and cigarettes?"

"The curfew is at nine o'clock... Aren't you outside now?"

"I usually climb in through the window." The girl taught him everything she knew.

"I see... I live on the second floor."

"That's a shame."

"What a shame, Takeda-san." He smiled back and walked deeper into the store. "I'll get the cigarettes and alcohol myself. I forgot to bring money, so I'll put it on credit. Give me your contact information and I'll pay you back later."

"……well?!"

　Thanks to Yeyu Xinglan for the monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)