My deskmate is actually my yandere reader.

The two walked one after the other to the apartment in Jimbocho, without exchanging a single word along the way.

The staff responsible for receiving them were already waiting at the entrance of the apartment building.

Seeing the two walking straight towards him, his eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward to greet them: "Hello, are you Mr. Kurose? I am the real estate salesperson you booked."

"Yes, it's me." Kurose Izumi stepped forward, nodded, and looked at the apartment behind the staff member.

"Shall we go upstairs and look at the apartment?"

"okay."

So the three of them went into the apartment and took the elevator up to the eighth floor.

Kurose Izumi chose to live on the eighth floor, in room number 888.

Upon arriving at room 888, the staff swiped the room card on the LCD screen at the door, and the door automatically opened inwards—very smart.

The interior space is very large, with separate bathroom, kitchen, study, music room, dressing room and other places.

Overall, this is at least a 3LDK (3-bedroom, 4-bedroom, 5-room) layout, more than enough for one family to live in!

"This is a complete apartment, and we've already prepared all the furniture and other items. You can move in anytime with your luggage. You'll need to purchase other things yourself. However, we can help with moving and setting up the furniture for free."

The staff member led the two on a quick tour of the apartment.

During this process, he went on and on about the specific details of the house, describing it in great detail and with great enthusiasm.

After touring the entire interior, Kurose Izumi turned to the side and asked, "Shiraishi-kun, what do you think?"

"It's great. The lighting and ventilation are excellent. It's right next to the river, and there's an old bookstore, restaurants, and a 007 convenience store just a hundred meters away."

The staff were overjoyed to see Shiraishi Chiren nod.

He smiled and said, "This young lady has excellent taste; she and Mr. Kurose are a perfect match."

"..."

Kurose Izumi glanced at the staff member without saying a word, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes.

Why would anyone say that he and Shiraishi Chire are a perfect match? Isn't that just embarrassing?

If you don't know how to praise someone, don't force it!

Did I...did I say something wrong?

Looking at Izumi Kurose's slightly gloomy eyes, the staff felt bewildered and nervous.

Ignoring the staff member's words, Shiraishi Chiren simply nodded and said, "Kurose-san, I think this place is quite nice."

"Okay, this will do." Kurose Izumi's expression softened slightly.

Then, he turned his head and said, "Then bring the contract. And help me pack my luggage tomorrow, okay?"

"no problem!"

The staff member nodded quickly, took out a contract from the bag he had been carrying, and handed it to Kurose Izumi.

Kurose Izumi took it, carefully read through it, and after confirming that all the terms were in order, he picked up his pen and signed it.

"Is this alright? I'll transfer the money to the account you provided later."

"Then I'll take my leave?"

The staff member took back the contract, glanced at the two men's conversation, and then wisely took his leave.

From the moment the contract was signed, this house belonged to Izumi Kurose.

"Well, okay."

"Here is your room key. Please keep it safe."

After handing the room key to Izumi Kurose, the staff member bowed deeply and turned to leave.

"Speaking of which, shall we go back too?"

"it is good."

Afterwards, the two left the apartment and began their journey home.

The tram on the way back was not as crowded as yesterday, and the two of them found seats.

The two remained silent throughout the journey.

Faced with the impending separation, Izumi Kurose was at a loss for words.

Shiraishi Chiren deliberately created this atmosphere.

She didn't feel anything about parting; it was only for one night anyway.

By Saturday, they would resume living together again.

Shiraishi Chiren had already planned everything out.

It started with breaking into the Kurose Izumi residence and imprisoning him.

Their lives were destined to be inextricably intertwined because of this.

'Teacher Yongheng, I'm really looking forward to seeing your expression then...'

As she thought about it, a great deal of anticipation welled up in Shiraishi Chiren's heart.

When the train arrived at Shinjuku Station, the two did not go home immediately.

The reason was that Kurose Izumi suggested treating Shiraishi Chire to a meal to thank her for her care over the past few days.

After thinking about it, Shiraishi Chiren agreed.

The restaurant was a yakiniku (grilled meat) restaurant called Dragon's Nest near Shinjuku Station.

Hmm, the name of the store sounds impressive.

Kurose Izumi looked up at the signboard and couldn't help but become interested, wondering if there was dragon meat inside.

Upon entering the store, the two sat down in a quiet corner.

"They don't sell dragon meat. I thought they did..."

Kurose Izumi picked up the menu, glanced at it briefly, and was slightly disappointed.

The dishes listed above are quite ordinary, including various types of beef liver, pork, pork belly, and beef.

There are also pork chop rice, beef rice, and all sorts of other miscellaneous dishes.

40. The troublesome Shiraishi Chiren

"Haha, the meat in our shop is comparable to dragon meat!" Upon hearing this, the waiter next to him laughed heartily and said confidently.

Kurose Izumi glanced at him sideways and couldn't help but laugh.

"Have you ever eaten dragon meat? Besides, do dragons really exist?"

What does it mean to be comparable to dragon meat?

There's a difference between being comparable and actually being comparable!

"Alright, Kurose-san, that's too malicious of you to say something like that." Shiraishi Chiren interjected at the right moment, stopping the discussion about dragon meat.

Then she added, "Please give me a serving of their signature dragon meat, Wagyu beef, and beef tenderloin, plus a vegetable salad and a beef onsen egg rice bowl."

"Okay." The clerk quickly wrote down Shiraishi Chire's order, then turned to look at Kurose Izumi, "And you, sir?"

"Same, I guess."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The shop assistant noted down the two orders, bowed slightly to them, and took his leave.

Shiraishi Chiren glanced around and said softly, "It's been a long time since I've had barbecue."

"Do you feel a little lonely eating alone?"

"No, I usually eat at home or in family restaurants."

"Did I choose the wrong place?" Kurose Izumi scratched his head, his tone apologetic.

Before coming in, he asked Shiraishi Chiren what she thought, but she didn't say no, she just nodded in agreement.

Perhaps she felt awkward refusing or choosing a place since he was treating her?

There's no need to be polite about things like this.

Shiraishi Chiren shook her head gently and smiled, "No, I just feel nostalgic. After all, it's been a long time since I've eaten out with others."

Kurose Izumi was silent for a moment, then said embarrassedly, "...If Shiraishi-kun needs me, you can always ask me out for a meal, and I'll accompany you."

He spoke very softly, as if he were lip-reading.

But Shiraishi Chiren was sitting right across from him, and she could understand what he was saying even if he just read his lips.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you, Kurose-kun."

"……Um."

Kurose Izumi nodded slightly.

After that, there was a brief silence, and they seemed to have run out of things to say.

The silence was broken when the waiter who had served them pushed the food cart and brought out plates of grilled meat.

After he neatly arranged the grilled meat covered with lettuce, he lit the grill and brushed a layer of oil onto the wire mesh.

"Please enjoy your meal. Please feel free to call me if you need anything."

After everything was done, the shop assistant bowed and took his leave, demonstrating excellent service.

"So this is dragon meat...?"

Looking at the plate of chunks of meat marinated in a bright red sauce, Izumi Kurose had a question in his mind.

With meat this thick, it might end up undercooked and dry when grilled, right?

He picked up a piece and placed it on the wire mesh, which immediately produced a sizzling sound.

At the same time, a little oil splattered out and bounced around.