Tokyo: Bubble, but the system is Sengoku

Being handsome is an asset, and it's also a controllable charm stat. I don't know about cheat codes yet, but it's definitely possible to become more handsome physically.

He wasn't talking about that kind of pretty boy look, which isn't popular here, but rather basic hairstyles and facial care.

Even a tough guy shouldn't have a face full of acne.

Before, he didn't have money and could only do it himself. Now that he has money, he can hand it over to professionals, which saves him time.

Xiao Chuan nodded upon hearing this.

"How did you even think of that?"

She thought that Sato, being a boy his age and having previously worked as an extra, was immature and wouldn't care about such things.

But then I thought about it again, and this is Sato, the Sato who turned things around in a month, so it doesn't seem so strange anymore.

Do you have any recommendations?

"I asked," Sato said.

"Yes, I go there often because I know people there. It costs 10,000 for a full service, and 30,000 a month for basic care."

"The equipment is alright, all brand new and imported."

"Row."

Generally speaking, larger companies have partnered beauty salons and then reimburse expenses collectively.

But clearly, this does not include their firm, which is on the verge of bankruptcy.

I can't even get reimbursed for gas, let alone the beauty salon; if I'm any later, I probably won't even have enough for transportation.

If you calculate it this way, his future expenses will actually be quite high, so moving to a new house is out of the question for the time being.

However, housing is a secondary need.

The most important thing is to spend money to boost things that directly reflect popularity.

In short, the goal of making money remains unchanged.

Becoming a lead actor, landing an advertising endorsement, and earning his first real pot of gold are the next priorities, which also coincide with the goal of saving the company.

As for secondary goals, they are to improve the quality of life, such as housing.

These are all things that Sato will need to accomplish step by step.

A beauty salon is an essential place to enhance one's charm.

......

After shopping for a short while, Xiao Chuan, who was clearly distracted, bought some clothes and cosmetics for himself, dropped the boy off at the tram stop, and went back to the company.

As for meals? Sato still needs to go home to train, and Ogawa is even less likely to bring up such an embarrassing matter.

When Sato Ryo returned to his room, he first wrote down the money and future basic expenses in his ledger.

"All things considered, it should last for several months."

At least they've escaped the days of poverty where they had to worry about money.

Looking at the ledger that he had filled with his own hands, the boy smiled with satisfaction.

Instead of basking in the joy of being rich, the young man quickly picked up a creased book on acting and began mentally rehearsing his moves. In his mental rehearsals, apart from the first move, the sword-drawing technique, he hadn't yet mastered the second move, which was too slow.

Besides, he only passed the audition, not finished filming.

The goal of making money was not achieved, and there was also the threat posed by Suzuki, a person with connections, from behind.

At the very least, one must possess basic value. Even if the president is ruthless, one must still have the capital to act unjustly and go it alone.

These are not things he currently possesses.

Soon, the room fell silent. As the sun set, only the boy's muffled groans of pain and the occasional rustling of pages could be heard.

Chapter 26 Peaches from Heaven

Three days passed quietly.

During this period, the boy's life was very regular.

It's just a cycle of eating, drinking, defecating, exercising, and studying.

Aside from grocery shopping and jogging, he never left the house.

The progress has been quite encouraging. His sword-drawing technique has become quite solid through day and night training, and he can now practice martial arts in his mind for almost three hours at a time.

Today, the boy got up early again and was about to make breakfast and do his morning exercise as usual when he was interrupted by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Who?"

"Peach~"

As soon as the girl finished speaking, the simple wooden door opened with a click.

Upon seeing the young man appear before her, Kikuchi Momoko's excitement seemed to freeze, and she froze completely.

Although she hadn't seen the boy for a month, he didn't look completely different, but his overall demeanor was even more charming, and even his clothes were brand new.

Completely different from his usual image as a down-and-out youth, he seemed utterly out of place in this humble dwelling.

As she gazed upon her reflection in the other's deep brown eyes, the girl felt a strange numbness in her heart.

"Kikuchi-san, what brings you here?"

Sato's voice finally reminded the girl of the purpose of her visit.

"Peach convinced her parents!"

As the girl spoke, her face regained its excitement.

"Congratulations."

"Is this a congratulatory message?"

"How can you not be surprised! Peach has become an idol!"

Seeing the other person's expression, Kikuchi's excitement faded.

She came over wanting to share her joy, but it turned out that this person wasn't as happy as she had imagined at all.

"Because Kikuchi-san will definitely get in."

He said this entirely based on his understanding of Momoko Kikuchi's future.

However, Kikuchi saw it as a confirmation of his own charm.

So, naturally, the peaches were ripe.

"...Sato-kun is always so cunning when he speaks!"

Kikuchi pouted and followed the boy into the entrance hall.

She skillfully took off her uniform shoes, and the pure white socks peeking out from inside looked spotless.

Beneath those clean white socks, the girl's fingers stretched out as if they had been liberated.

"I'm going to cook! Do you have the ingredients?"

"Yes, I do... but can you do it?"

Seeing the girl heading straight for the kitchen, Sato asked worriedly.

"I've taken home economics classes, you know~ It's super easy!"

Upon hearing this, Sato's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, completely died.

It's obvious they've never had any real-world experience, and as for home economics classes, they're practically just playing around.

So the boy followed them into the kitchen.

However, calling it a kitchen is just a matter of a stove that was forcibly separated from the entrance hall.

One person is basically the limit; if two people stand together, their shoulders will touch.

This is even when the peaches are relatively small.

"Hey, Sato-nii, do you want to cook with me?"

The girl's bright eyes held a hint of teasing, and the tips of her ears blushed slightly.

"I just didn't want to bother your dad to find someone to fix it."

"I still want to stay in this room."

"..."

Without hesitation, Peach stomped on the boy who had mocked her.

The little feet, covered by white socks, didn't hurt when I stepped on their insteps.

Instead, it has a soft and chewy texture.

"I'm just helping out, you do it."

Faced with the girl's pouting expression and the instep feeling that was neither painful nor itchy, Sato admitted defeat.

"Hmph~ That's more like it."