Tokyo: Bubble, but the system is Sengoku

"No, energy drinks, instant noodles, and shampoo."

"They are all different."

What about anti-compete agreements?

"Just don't take on similar advertisements in your advertising performances or in the next two years."

Ogawa explained very reliably.

It is clear that all factors have been taken into account.

"How about it?"

As he spoke, Xiao Chuan also became very excited.

In the entire company, besides Sato, she earned the most; it would be strange if she wasn't happy.

"No problem, you can sign it."

Sato nodded.

It's not hard to understand why they won't accept similar advertisements for two years.

Over two years, that's an annual advertising revenue of several million.

Anyway, let's just do the show first and see what happens.

"You can arrange the time yourself."

"That!"

Ogawa excitedly stepped forward, grabbed Sato's wrist, and the two quickly closed in on each other, only a few centimeters apart even though they weren't hugging.

"I've bought the fragrant pills!"

"Smell it?"

"smell..."

Before he could even catch a whiff of a fresh, unusual fragrance emanating from the woman.

It has a very refreshing taste with a hint of citrus.

"But I know how to use it, so I keep it on me."

Xiaochuan's demeanor was no longer the aloofness she had when they first met; instead, it was full of shyness.

As for what the other party said about putting it on your person, generally speaking, the scented pills shouldn't have such a strong smell.

Unless... it's close to the skin and warmed by body heat.

Is this... considered adding fragrance to the room? Isn't this even more enchanting than the original?

Of course, the integrity and spirit of the literati have been completely lost.

Just as Sato was in a daze, he saw that the "Red Sleeves Add Fragrance" skill on the system frame in front of him had automatically lit up.

"This is okay?"

Sato was at a loss for words.

Does he always make Ogawa smell the script every time he reads it?

This is so strange.

Even if he can resist the urge to be distracted, would Ogawa be willing to do so?

Looking at the woman in front of him, whose face was flushed with embarrassment but who showed no sign of coldness, Sato thought, "Ogawa, you must be willing, right?"

"It smells wonderful."

Sato responded.

In response to the boy's words, the woman laughed, but not her usual faint laugh; instead, she gave a sweet, shy laugh.

Sato felt a little hot inside.

The script hasn't been written yet; we'll ask about it again later.

"Right, we can start looking for rooms now."

It was just mentioned before, but now it's confirmed.

"A room? Okay!"

Ogawa was very enthusiastic when he heard that Sato was moving.

What kind of person are you looking for?

"I think we should take out a loan and buy a bigger one!"

Ogawa was dreaming about the future, while Sato shook his head.

"It doesn't need to be too big, around ten million, something like that will do."

"You won't be staying here permanently. You can look for a place after you finish your work."

In this kind of situation, you would normally go through an intermediary, but it would be the same if Xiao Chuan contacted one.

He will also be able to spend more time practicing.

The two had a clear division of labor.

"no problem!"

Ogawa couldn't wait to fly back to the company to find an apartment for Sato.

However, this matter is indeed not a high priority.

But over ten million yen is enough to buy a two-bedroom apartment in Tokyo.

"Let's go, I'll drive you to your driving practice and then back to the company!"

With a kind of excitement that he himself didn't understand, Xiaochuan changed the subject.

"it is good."

The two talked about company matters along the way and soon parted ways.

Sato also made his way to the driving school.

The test is divided into two stages: first, you pass the driving school test to get a temporary driver's license, and then you take the police station's unified on-road test.

It seems simple, but just getting a driver's license costs nearly 300,000 yen.

In the past, he was someone Sato could never reach, but now he's rich.

Forget about getting a driver's license, buying a car is just a matter of time.

The theoretical knowledge was passed quickly, but several other people who came to practice together were all scolded severely by the coach. It can only be said that coaches all over the world are similar.

Especially under the scorching sun, the coach's mood was understandably even more irritable.

However, Sato didn't bring any cigarettes today.

Normally, he would still send cigarettes even if he didn't have to bother the other party, but this is not a club after all. He is only eighteen years old and has a reputation. It would be quite troublesome if people found out that he was sending cigarettes outside.

With greater fame comes more restrictions when walking on the street.

He also needs to be careful.

"Your turn, newcomer!"

The coach pointed in his direction.

They clearly didn't know him.

That's normal, since there are only so many channels for spreading information here.

If the other party doesn't watch TV or read magazines or newspapers, it really won't get out.

The task is arduous and the road ahead is long.

"Ok."

Sato responded and got into the car.

On a sweltering day, with no air conditioning in the car, the smell of evaporating sweat made Sato miss the fresh scent of Ogawa when he was by her side.

"First of all, this is the gear shifting..."

The coach gave a formulaic explanation, and Sato nodded. After familiarizing himself with the different viewpoints on the helm, he slowly started the engine.

Very stable, very easy.

In just one round, we had already covered all the exam content.

The coach, who had been irritable and was planning to teach the other student once and then let them practice on their own and go cool off, was dumbfounded.

"Have you driven this before?"

It's not uncommon for wild kids to secretly drive their dads' cars these days; many biker gang members don't even have driver's licenses, which is why he asked that question.

"No, it just feels more natural to use."

"Also, I have a motorcycle driving license."

He certainly couldn't admit that he had driven it.