Tokyo: Becoming the Perfect Male God Starting with a Rented Boyfriend

Chapter 101 The Moon's Gravity

the next day.

Miyazawa Itsuki walked into the rented room.

He was met by a girl who was quietly waiting outside the door.

When Tsukimi Sakura saw him, she smiled gently.

Good morning, Miyazawa-kun.

"Hmm, good morning, Tsukimi-kun."

"You got up very early today too."

"Yes, because I don't want to keep Tsukimi-san waiting for me too long, I've recently started to get used to waking up earlier."

Tsukimi Sakura's smile is pure and beautiful.

"Miyazawa-kun's words are very gentlemanly."

"However, I still hope that I won't disrupt Miyazawa-kun's schedule because of myself."

The girl took a small step forward.

My gaze fell on his chest.

She raised her hand and gently straightened his disheveled tie.

"In that case, Miyazawa-kun must be very sleepy, and he won't even be able to straighten his tie properly."

Miyazawa Itsuki was taken aback.

The two were too close at this moment.

He could even smell the unique fragrance emanating from Tsukimi Sakuna. Like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley.

Tsukimi Sakura straightened his tie and casually stepped back.

Let's move on to the next topic.

"By the way, does Miyazawa-kun's injury still hurt?"

The worry in Her Highness's eyes was genuine.

Miyazawa Itsuki snapped out of his daze and successfully shifted his attention to what the Saintess was saying.

"It's almost healed, look."

Miyazawa Itsuki showed her his right hand, which had been unbandaged.

Whether it was due to the physical enhancement drug or not, Miyazawa Itsuki clearly felt that his cell metabolism had accelerated recently.

A wound that normally takes about a week to heal has become just a white mark after only three days.

My cold has also completely healed.

The side effects of the medication are some muscle soreness at night and slight itching at the joints of the bones.

These are all system items that are either not listed in the description, or simply too lazy to include them.

Only after Miyazawa Itsuki tries it himself can he figure it out.

Therefore, the effects of the body enhancement drug (micro) and the body's reaction to the drug are now clear.

So in the future, when we encounter more advanced physical enhancement potions, we can confidently exchange them for Shiori to use.

To avoid the situation where, like before, adding energy-boosting drugs to Shiori's water caused her to suffer from insomnia.

Miyazawa Itsuki had no choice but to stay up all night with Shiori, passing the time with Pixar animated films.

Seeing that he accidentally fell asleep on the hospital bed halfway there, he woke up to find that he had used Shiori as a pillow.

Although the gentle and lovely younger sister had boundless tolerance for her brother, she didn't complain about him. Instead, she showed a strange smile.

But Miyazawa Itsuki still hopes to avoid such a thing from happening.

The scene returns to the present.

Tsukimi Sakura carefully examined his wound.

His face showed a slight relaxation, yet also a strange loneliness.

"It seems like it's really healed."

Yes, I'm very grateful to Tsukimi-kun for taking care of me these past few days.

Miyazawa Itsuki expressed his heartfelt gratitude.

During the few days that his right hand was inconvenient, Tsukimi Sakura took care of him, handling everything from recuperating and changing his dressings to managing the household chores all by herself.

As for the bathing part, Miyazawa Itsuki, whose fever had subsided and whose mind had cleared, naturally refused outright.

"Now that the fever has gone down, you don't need me to help you clean up. And now that your wound has healed, you don't need me to feed you anymore, right?"

Her Highness's smile was as cold and indifferent as moonlight.

"That's right, Tsukimi-kun can finally relax a bit—"

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Miyazawa Itsuki was only halfway through his sentence.

Seeing the increasingly lonely look in Tsukimi Sakura's eyes, he subconsciously changed the subject.

"But I still feel that the days when Tsukimi-kun took care of me were the ones I miss the most. I always have this illusion that I don't want my wounds to heal."

A glint of light flashed in his amber pupils.

"Oh, is that what Miyazawa-kun thinks?"

"Uh-huh."

Sakura Tsukimi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hehe, you can't think like that. Your health is the most important thing."

"However, since Miyazawa-kun has said so, I will continue to take care of Miyazawa-kun in the future."

Her Highness's voice was as sweet as honey.

"After all, Miyazawa-kun can't do without me."

Upon arriving at the school gate, before entering, Miyazawa Itsuki glanced back slightly.

100 meters behind.

Beautiful girls in uniforms walk together under the cherry blossoms.

Sasaki Hina enthusiastically shared her experience from yesterday's comedy festival, while Tsukimi Sakuna listened attentively.

As her friend continued her long-winded conversation, Her Highness turned her gaze away and looked ahead.

She blinked almost imperceptibly.

Miyazawa nodded in response.

Since that [going to school together] incident, Tsukimi Sakuna has made it a regular occurrence.

Even though the wound has healed, the reason for not taking precautions to prevent Miyazawa from going to school is no longer valid, and there is no intention to return to the old form.

They went out together again today.

However, Miyazawa Itsuki walked in front, while Tsukimi Sakura kept a distance of neither too close nor too far behind him.

Although he once suggested switching places, with Tsukimi Sakura going first, the Saintess was unusually unwilling to comply.

On closer inspection, following behind a pretty girl doesn't seem quite right either.

So the matter was dropped.

After bidding farewell to Her Highness the Saint, Miyazawa Itsuki entered the school and went to his classroom.

Naomi Asahina was already seated, her expression far from positive.

They probably noticed the photos that circulated yesterday.

Chinatsu Nakano, sitting in his seat, said indignantly, "That's clearly Mr. Miyazawa! Why can't those people understand?"

"Many people in Mr. Miyazawa's class have met him, and some classmates have debunked the rumors on the forum, but why are there still people spreading unfounded information?"

"—Don't be angry, Chinatsu-chan."

Naomi Asahina comforted her friend.

"It's just some unfounded rumors; it'll pass quickly."

Chinatsu Nakano couldn't swallow this insult.

"Nana, are you really unable to contact Mr. Miyazawa?"

Naomi Asahina's expression froze.

"Even if—even if you broke up, as her ex-boyfriend, Nana has a reason to come forward and clarify things after what happened to her. Besides, this matter is also related to Mr. Miyazawa."

"—Chinatsu-chan."

Naomi Asahina gave a troubled smile.

When Chinatsu Nakano noticed her friend's distress, her temper immediately cooled down.

"I'm sorry, Nana, I didn't consider your feelings."

"Sigh, maybe something complicated happened between you and Mr. Miyazawa, which is why it's difficult for you to contact him again. I was oversimplifying things."

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Naomi Asahina didn't know what to say.

At the same time, a shadow fell on her eyebrows and eyes.

It was Miyazawa Itsuki who came to the next seat.

With a polite smile, I asked, "Nakano-kun, may I put my bag down?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miyazawa-kun, please have a seat."

Chinatsu Nakano quickly gave up her seat and sat in front of Itsuki Miyazawa.

"Thanks."

Miyazawa Itsuki sat down, his gaze falling on Asahina Naomi, whose expression was complex.

Good morning, Asahi-kun and Nakano-kun.

"Good morning."

Miyazawa Itsuki asked casually, "Regarding what you were just talking about, if it's related to yesterday's events, could you tell me?"

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