Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

Author: I only love eating ice cream

Summary:

Summary:

It is impossible for humans to become younger.

However, the high school detective Gensuke Miura, who was reincarnated in Tokyo, discovered that his neighboring classmate Asano Mio was acting abnormally.

Her body was becoming infantile at an extremely fast rate, and she was even at risk of turning into a baby or even disappearing.

All this seems to be related to the increasingly frequent mysterious phenomena in Tokyo.

After her body changes were revealed, Asano Mio made a strange request to Miura Gensuke after school.

From then on, Miura Gensuke's life gradually went off track...

Remember, living in Tokyo today, anything normal is abnormal.

Chapter 1 It starts with a single step

"So, Miura-senpai, did my girlfriend...did she cheat on me?"

Early spring of April, St. Liberal Arts College High School.

It was afternoon school dismissal time, and this private university, famous for its high admission rate, was quite lively, and the hustle and bustle was full of youthful energy.

Even the pink fallen cherry blossoms on the roadside, blown by the breeze, followed the white ankles of the female students and floated out of the school gate along the main road.

But a classroom on the top floor of the teaching building was very quiet. The only sound could be heard: the rustling of paper turning and a few drops of cold sweat falling to the ground.

Gensuke Miura was sitting in the back row, leaning back in his chair and flipping through Keigo Higashino's new work.

Standing next to him was a freshman wearing a dark green baseball cap, looking nervous as he waited for the other party to announce his fate.

Half a minute later, Miura Gensuke, having chosen his words well, put down his book and looked at his unlucky junior to break the silence:

"Junior Sato, according to my investigation, your girlfriend might be cheating on you."

"But it's unlikely that your girlfriend is cheating on you."

This answer, full of dialectical materialism, ignited a spark of hope in Sato's heart. He suddenly took a step closer, excitedly clenched his fists and asked:

"So...she's not cheating, right?! Miura-senpai!"

"Not really."

"After all, only trains can derail. If it's a shared bike, it's just a rental."

Seeing Sato's dull eyes and not quite understanding what he said, Miura Gensuke had no choice but to open his phone album and prepare to show the photos he took:

"Junior Sato, your so-called girlfriend who's a physics student at the University of Tokyo seems to be doing cross-disciplinary research lately, using personalized services to reduce social pressure and promoting alcohol consumption to boost Shinjuku's economy."

"Hey... Senior, what do you mean? Can you speak more simply..."

Miura Gensuke patiently explained, "What I mean is, there's a 99% chance she's a hostess, and her Tokyo University background is all fabricated to attract customers."

Sato quickly asked, as if automatically filtering out the 99% truth: "What about the remaining 1%?"

Miura Gensuke pointed to his forehead and said, "There's still a 1% chance that our world is fictional."

"Each of us is a brain plugged into a fish tank, simulating various sensations through electrical signals."

"And in this world, your girlfriend hasn't cheated on you, nor has she been divorced twice and raised three children. At the age of forty, she's freely moving between five families. Wouldn't that make you happier?"

The classroom fell silent again.

Sato said nothing, but just frowned and looked out the dim window, pinching his square chin with his hand, as if thinking about the twins, or a more far-reaching prospect.

But two seconds later he lowered his voice and smiled shyly:

"Senior Miura, I don't understand these words..."

"Actually, I'm a special athlete recruit. Don't give me any more difficult chemistry... no, physics knowledge. Just tell me the conclusion directly."

"You are the head of the Reasoning Department and the top student in the school. I absolutely trust your findings!"

"Uh..." Miura Gensuke simply turned the phone screen towards him and used evidence instead of answering.

The classroom fell silent three times.

Staring at the first photo, Sato's innocent eyes, untainted by knowledge, showed a hint of brokenness:

"Senior...let me ask you, where did you get this photo?!"

In the photo, his plain-looking girlfriend was drinking with another bald, fat man in a bar. The two behaved very intimately, with their hands clasped together, and there were several large-denomination bills stained with wine on the table.

Sato, feeling heartbroken, forced a smile and answered his own question:

"I see. Maybe this is her father giving her living expenses..."

"I believe her..."

Seeing him smile, Miura Gensuke also smiled along, and at the same time, his finger slid cruelly across the screen.

The second photo is still of a drinking companion, but the male protagonist has been replaced by a blond man.

Then the third one, the fourth one...

The men in each photo are different, but their expressions are all quite obsessed, and they are all very generous.

"Sato, I took these dozen photos in half a day."

"Your girlfriend, despite her ordinary looks, has a clientele that surpasses even the top hostesses. Calling her a Tokyo succubus wouldn't be an exaggeration. There must be something extraordinary about her that normal people can't see that you lucky guys have captured."

As he spoke, Miura Gensuke raised his hand and opened the window, letting the evening breeze comfort his pale-faced junior: "But you don't have to be too sad. She didn't ask for much of your money, which means..."

"She still loves me!"

Sato responded almost instinctively, his tone high, his face rosier, his eyes filled with determination, as if he had suddenly become a different person, completely free of any anxiety or doubt.

Seeing his unusual reaction, Miura Gensuke was stunned.

After being deceived to such an extent, he still had the strategic determination to pretend to be asleep. Sato will most likely go with the flow and live a relatively failed life.

In that case, there's no need to waste time trying to wake him up.

It's like Squirtle used the Hold skill. Normal attacks are already difficult to break through his defense. Except for claustrophobia, nothing can make him come out of the shell.

But...Sato's behavior is too abnormal.

Is it worth it for a hostess who is not that pretty?

Although first love makes people blind, this is simply a brainwashing effect, which has washed away the few wrinkles in Sato's brain into a mirror.

It can't be that... that hostess is really a succubus, right?

Although there are indeed a lot of urban legends on the Internet recently...

But shouldn't the succubus character usually be assigned to a reincarnated person like me?

"Miura-senpai, why are you silent?"

Too lazy to persuade him any further, Miura Gensuke simply stood up and saw them off: "I'm just moved by your love. My throat is choked with sobs and I can't speak."

"But don't worry about me. The key is you, Sato. I believe you will get better and better if you keep going down this path."

"Don't waste your time studying. Focus on playing baseball. Don't let your girlfriend enter the transfer period again in the future and return to the free market to benefit society."

"it is good!"

Satou, completely oblivious to the sarcasm, agreed and quickly left the classroom. His expression was bizarrely excited, his gums showing from a grin, his face distorted like a character from Baki.

"This is too abnormal..."

"He's truly a god..."

Confused, Miura Gensuke turned around and looked at his reflection in the window.

The black hair on his forehead was a little messy due to the wind, and it was faintly golden in the sunset. He had a handsome face and looked very clean, with the temperament of an artist.

With a height of 180cm, he has few rivals among his Japanese peers and can easily block others' view, so his seat was arranged in the last row.

Although the system has not been started, the innate conditions full of sweat and hard work are enough to find a wealthy woman in Tokyo to start a business together.

What's more, his grades are very ideal.

"Well……"

After roughly fixing his hair, Gensuke Miura decided to investigate the hostess again tonight to find out what her charm was.

Otherwise, it would be a shame for his identity as the head of the Reasoning Department and would not satisfy his strong curiosity.

But the sudden sound of light footsteps behind him pulled him out of his thoughts.

Sato's footsteps would never be so light.

Before Miura Gensuke could move his gaze from the window to the room, the footsteps were getting closer and closer.

"..."

A cute girl wearing a fancy stage costume instead of a school uniform walked over to the seat next to him.

The style of girl paintings is completely different from that of campus paintings.

She was petite and barely reached Miura Gensuke's chest.

Her long black hair was carefully groomed, with two delicate thin fishbone braids tied on both sides of her fair ears, gently gathering her soft long hair and letting it fall behind her waist like a waterfall along the red bow ribbon.

But the girl's face is far more eye-catching than this idol outfit - it is so exquisite that it is almost unreal, like a doll carefully carved by a master, her skin is as white and tender as fresh milk that has been filtered several times, and her facial features are just right.

But those big, beautiful eyes now revealed a faint sense of fatigue and alienation.

"Asano, long time no see."

Gensuke Miura was a little surprised. He casually greeted his neighbor Asano Mio and habitually lowered his head to observe the details.

Under the layered Rococo-style skirt, the girl is wearing a pair of asymmetrical stockings. Her legs are thin and the length is the standard golden ratio.

The style of the black leather boots is still outstanding even when viewed with a critical eye, but the size is a bit off, and it looks like it is one size too big.

Aren’t idols’ performance costumes all custom-made?

The size can never be wrong.