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

Chapter 9: A constant stream of romantic comedy-like tasks
[Reward: 2000 points]

Takeda's Line account avatar is a cartoon rabbit.

On the way back to the dormitory, while he was sighing that the mission was completed too smoothly, he also couldn't help but think that after meeting three girls who were "future lovers" in succession, he finally met a girl who had the possibility of dating him under reasonable circumstances.

He actually had enough cash with him, but after weighing the pros and cons of paying him back right after getting the contact information, he decided to wait a few days.

It would be best to wait for Takeda to come and collect the debt.

He was only worried that for a girl who lived in a boarding house and even climbed through the window every night and hid her age to work in a convenience store, the price of the pack of cigarettes and the can of beer in her hand was not a small amount of money.

It’s possible that Takeda won’t have three meals a day tomorrow.

Although he tried to minimize his favorability in socializing, he had no hostility towards the other person. It was better to try not to affect the other person's life as much as possible...

[Takeda: Don’t let me know which room you live in!]
[Takeda: (Rabbit gets angry)]
He's moving out soon.

[Takeda: And, I know which class Inoue-san is in!]
[Takeda: (Rabbit holding a knife)]
He returned to his room, turned on his phone, and checked the string of messages he had received from Takeda.

The words between the lines are filled with threats like "You'd better pay me back soon!"

The moment the message status changes to "read", a new message comes.

[Takeda: Give me back 700 yen!]
[Takeda: Are you back in your room? Did you get the money? Give it back! I'm going to meet you downstairs in the men's dormitory!]
horrible……

He muted the message notification, turned off the screen of his phone, and threw the phone aside.

I opened the gift box of snowflake crisps sent by Asakura, took a piece and tasted it.

The seasoning is just right and the ingredients are solid.

I wonder if Takeda would be willing to use this box of snowflake cookies to pay off her debt...

A box like this must be more than 700 yen, right?

He turned on the desk lamp, finished the last page of his history notes, and simply listed his time plan in his exercise book, divided by year, month, week, and day.

Before going to bed, I picked up my phone, set the alarm to six in the morning, and responded to Takeda's message.

[Inoue: Do you like snowflake crisps? They're on sale for 700 yen a box.]
[......]
The next morning, he was blocked at the door by Takeda.

Even though I set the alarm for six in the morning and finished getting dressed and washing up in just five minutes, ready to go out for a morning run, I still missed the mark and was stuck in front of the flower bed.

The girl, no longer wearing her work cap, sunglasses, or mask, folded her arms, stared at him intently with a fierce look and a slightly pouty lip. She was wearing a fleece jacket, a plaid shirt, and an off-white knitted skirt.

"I'll go get the snowflake crisps."

“I just want money!”

"Then I'll go get the money now."

"Go quickly!" At this time, Takeda was like a mistress whipping a slave.

【Task: Invite Takeda Qi to a weekend date.】

[Reward: 10000 points]

Don't give this kind of task at this time!
He walked into the boarding house in a pretentious manner, and came out half a minute later without any change. He took out a 1,000 yen bill from his pocket and gave it to her.

"Wait a minute..." Takeda took the banknote, opened his wallet, stuffed the banknote in, took out a 100-yen coin, a 50-yen coin, and a 10-yen coin, and handed them back to him.

"I don't want much money from you." She closed her wallet and looked up, still looking at him with quite a bit of hostility.

There was quite a lot of money in Takeda's wallet. There was a thick stack of 10,000 yen bills alone. I don't know why he didn't deposit it into his savings card.

"Oh." He put the change into his pocket, walked around the bamboo field and the flower bed, and headed towards the boarding house gate.

[Takeda: Why don’t you thank me!]
[Delete Friend]
[yes]
[Friend deleted]
He ran along the sidewalk on the side of the street to the park. There were elderly people walking leisurely, clapping their hands back and forth, and men in work clothes came downstairs to walk their dogs as if to complete a task.

The dog's leash was tied to the swing's uprights, and the man lay on his side, leaning against a bench. The two girls, wanting to play on the swing, faced the dog from a distance, tentatively approaching and sitting on the swing. The dog lay on the ground, not barking.

He passed by and the dog barked.

The old man and the girl looked at him, he looked at the man, the man looked at the dog, and peace returned to the park.

He no longer stayed in the park, and the man felt relieved.

He ran until he was sweating slightly, and on the way back, he took out his cell phone.

[Zhutian applies to add friends]
[reject]
When I returned to the boarding house, Takeda was still standing beside the flower bed, holding his cell phone in both hands, complaining bitterly.

He walked past quietly with light steps, went back to his room to get his painting supplies, changed his clothes, and when he went out, he covered his face with the painting supplies and slipped away.

As agreed with Ichinose, he set foot on campus for the first time on Sunday. As he entered the school building, he couldn't help but feel a headache again when he thought of Takeda's words, "I know which class you are in!"

If I had known Takeda was so petty, I would not have deleted his contact information and would have just ignored it.

There are always many friends on everyone’s Line account who are no longer in contact after being added.

Wait until the other person has completely forgotten you, then start deleting it.

I changed into indoor shoes and passed by the piano classroom again. The sound of piano practice was flowing outside the classroom, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

He peeked in through the window. The girl who wanted a male teacher's help was sitting at the piano, her fingers flying, playing the piano. Amano sat expressionlessly on the side, and two other girls stood nearby, whispering to each other.

The art classroom was empty and the door was locked. He simply put his painting supplies in front of the door and went back to the piano room to eavesdrop and kill time.

He'd listened to a lot of classical music, hoping for inspiration, but it didn't seem to help. He didn't really enjoy it, mainly because he could rarely understand it. Most of the music seemed too long-winded to him, and the stories behind its creation were vague, leaving him with no idea what it was about.

Of the few songs I understand, my favorite is Spring Song – one day on my way home I was listening to this song and I found a hundred-dollar bill.

"No, absolutely not. From beginning to end."

The piano stopped playing, and Amano's voice of judgment came out from the room without mercy.

"The rhythm is so chaotic, it's like he's just memorized the notes. I can't hear any emotion at all... Also, are the pedals on this piano broken?"

"Zou-chan..." According to the conversation on Friday, it should be Sakurai who spoke at this time.

"My advice is to stop playing this piece over and over again for now, and start practicing the first theme in sections until you are comfortable with it and have no wrong notes before moving on to the next step."

It seems that he was not angry about playing badminton with me that day.

This seems to be the way the girl herself handles things.

"you……!"

"has a problem?"

"..."

"If not, it's Kato-san's turn next."

"it is good……"

I'm not quite convinced, Amano-san... Can you really be a good foreign aid like this?

(End of this chapter)