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Chapter 357 Looks Like a Dumb Son
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Early in the morning, Onoue Takumi pushed open the heavy doors of the library and stepped into the morning breeze.

Just as I was about to stretch and relax, I was surprised to find Shotaro standing awkwardly at the door, looking hesitant.

Onoue Takumi raised an eyebrow slightly, asking with some curiosity, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, that's it."

Shotaro's eyes darted around, and his tone was somewhat ambiguous.

"I came here specifically to thank you for helping me with the sewage treatment plant issue last time."

Upon hearing this, Onoue Takumi paused for a moment, then revealed a faint smile.

She shook her head slightly, her tone gentle yet teasing: "If you really want to thank me, why don't you treat me to a nice meal?"

"what?"

Shotaro was taken aback, his expression becoming subtle and stiff.

Seeing this, Onoue Takumi couldn't help but chuckle, then reached out and patted Hidari Shotaro on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I was just kidding. But we haven't had breakfast yet, so how about we go out and get something to eat together?"

Shotaro hesitated for a moment, then finally lowered his head and nodded, replying softly, "Okay."

Soon, Takumi changed into a simple and clean white casual suit, looking refreshing and capable.

When he walked out of the library, he found that there was only a slightly old-looking motorcycle parked next to Shotaro.

Onoue Takumi stared at the motorcycle, his expression stiffening slightly: "Wait...you're not planning to use this motorcycle to take me to dinner, are you?"

"Is it not allowed?"

Shotaro's expression immediately became somewhat unnatural, and his tone carried a hint of self-righteousness.
Isn't it normal for two people to ride one motorcycle?

When he said these words, Shotaro's ears turned slightly red, clearly a little embarrassed.
It's a bit shabby after all.
Onoue Takumi sighed helplessly, a faint smile on his lips, and slowly shook his head: "You, you're really something else. Actually, I also have my own motorcycle."

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the garage behind the library, and gently pushed open the garage door.

Accompanied by a light metallic scraping sound, a high-end motorcycle, entirely black with a glossy, mirror-like finish, slowly came into view.

Sunlight shone on the car, and its smooth lines and highly technological details instantly left Shotaro Zuo standing there dumbfounded.

"How can this guy have such a cool motorcycle?"

Shotaro muttered to himself, a hint of envy rising in his heart.

Takumi Onoue caught a glimpse of his expression and asked with a half-smile, "Do you like it?"

Shotaro Satoshi snapped out of his daze and quickly waved his hands in denial, saying, "N-no, I didn't."

However, before he could finish speaking, Takumi Onoue had already gently tossed the motorcycle keys to Shotaro Hidari.

The key traced a perfect arc in the air and landed precisely in Shotaro's palm.

"gave it to you."

Onoue Takumi's voice was calm and composed, as if he were doing something extremely simple.

"Huh? Wait... I can't take this!"

Shotaro frantically waved his hands in protest, but his eyes kept glancing furtively at the cool motorcycle, a mixture of conflict and longing in them.

Onoue Takumi seemed to have anticipated his reaction, and simply turned around and hopped onto Hidari Shotaro's old motorcycle: "Stop talking nonsense and let's go."

After saying that, he started his motorcycle first, and with a deep engine sound, he stylishly drove away from the library entrance. Shotaro gripped the motorcycle keys tightly in his hand, standing there in astonishment watching Takumi Onoue's receding figure.

He glanced down at the keys in his palm, sighed softly, got on his brand-new motorcycle, and chased after them.

So, the two of them rode their motorcycles and soon arrived at the front of a well-known restaurant in Fengdu.

After entering the restaurant, they found a seat by the window.

Onoue Takumi picked up the menu and began ordering food very naturally, his movements casual and composed.

But Shotaro, sitting opposite him, was clearly caught in a brief moment of awkwardness.

He stared down at the menu, his eyes darting around, his heart filled with turmoil.

The dishes at this restaurant all looked exquisite and expensive, with prices clearly far exceeding his usual spending power.

Kojima Takumi did not ask him to treat him, but Shotaro Sato, who originally wanted to express his gratitude, suddenly felt awkward and uncomfortable.

Onoue Takumi quickly noticed that something was wrong with him, looked up at him, and asked softly, "What would you like to eat?"

Shotaro quickly waved his hand, trying his best to hide his embarrassment: "Ah, no, no need, I'm actually not that hungry."

Seeing Shotaro's awkward expression, Onoue couldn't help but sigh softly.

He put down the menu, his tone becoming more serious: "This meal is on me, you don't need to mind."

Upon hearing Takumi Onoue's words, Shotaro's expression became even more complicated, and he subconsciously said, "How could I let you treat me? Cough cough cough."

Looking at his expression—clearly wanting to treat but too embarrassed to speak up—Takumi Ogami couldn't help but smile helplessly.

She gently lifted the menu in her hand and lightly patted Shotaro's head without any politeness: "Still so half-baked. If you're going to eat, just say so. What's with all this fussing?"

"Well"

Shotaro rubbed his head where he had been slapped, his expression instantly becoming even more embarrassed.

But looking at the calm and casual expression on Takumi Onoue's face, he felt inexplicably relieved.

Takumi Onoue said nothing more and naturally ordered a few dishes that he thought were good, his movements were skillful.

After ordering, he casually closed the menu, leaned back in his chair, gazed tenderly out the window, and a thoughtful smile appeared on his lips.

Seeing Takumi Onoue's nonchalant demeanor, Shotaro Sakai was lost in thought.

The tension that had been building deep inside me gradually eased, and for some reason, I felt an indescribable sense of peace and security.

After a long silence, Shotaro Sakata spoke softly, "Um... why did you take such good care of me?"

"Because you look like a stupid son."

Shotaro suddenly felt his cheeks burning slightly, and quickly coughed twice to cover his embarrassment: "What? You're making it sound like I'm weak."

Onoue Takumi didn't call him out: "Alright, it's not shameful to be taken care of occasionally, right? Also, don't be so coy, it's weird in this atmosphere."

"Oh oh oh"

Shotaro Zuo did not respond further, but instead rubbed his fingers together.

At this moment, the streets outside the restaurant in Fengdu are bustling with traffic.

In a corner of the restaurant, two men quietly awaited their meal.
(End of this chapter)