Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

"Why..." Asano Mio looked at him with complicated eyes.

"Because I, Miura Gensuke, always like to say no to self-righteous people."

"Snap." As he said that, Gensuke Miura put the "tattoo sticker" on his abdominal muscles with his backhand.

"..."

Chapter 8 Countdown

"you……"

"Tear off the tattoo quickly..."

After realizing what Miura Gensuke had done, Asano Mio quickly placed her hand on his stomach: "Can you please be more responsible for yourself? Stop doing stupid things!"

But her little hands couldn't tear off the "tattoo sticker" at all, it just made Miura Gensuke feel a little itchy.

After holding her wrist, Miura Gensuke looked at the mirror curiously: "It seems that there is no change..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a line of numbers appeared in the heart shape of the pink tattoo sticker.

604800.

Both of them looked at this sudden change in astonishment.

But the next second, the number became 604799.

604798...

604797...

"Countdown..." Miura Gensuke quickly calculated in his mind: "10080 minutes, 168 hours, which is 7 days..."

But what is the countdown used for?

"There is another line of words..." reminded the lost Asano Mio.

There is indeed a line of small words below the countdown.

【Kiss (0/3)】.

Does it mean kissing three times in a week?

If you can't do it, something bad will happen when the countdown ends?

Or something else?

But what if you do it? Will there be some kind of reward? Will there be new rules?

Perhaps it was because of this requirement that Xu Meixi became a hostess to attract men...

Gensuke Miura put his hand on his stomach, intending to tear off the tattoo first.

But it didn't work, his touch only made the tattoo disappear.

When you touch it again, the pattern will reappear, like a switch.

After seeing this scene, Asano Mio felt even more lost: "I told you not to..."

Miura Gensuke poked the girl's fair cheek and interrupted her: "Asano, have I changed in your eyes?"

"You didn't turn into a succubus or something like that, did you?"

"Do you feel like you've suddenly fallen in love with me?"

Asano Mio looked at his face carefully for a few seconds before shaking her head shyly.

"That's good."

Gensuke Miura breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to be surrounded by a group of controlled women.

"What's good about it..."

"Why do you want to cause trouble..."

Looking at the tangled and lost Asano Mio, Miura Gensuke poked her cheek again: "Miss Idol, don't waste your breath lecturing me."

"It's time to go to bed. We have classes tomorrow."

"You can sleep in my bed. I'll just sleep on the sofa in the living room."

"Don't say no, my bed is very clean."

"Also, don't worry about my problems. It's just three kisses, it can be done easily."

"Hmm..." Asano Mio's face turned even redder, and her head felt a little dizzy: "But you have to take a bath again..."

"Hey, why?"

Asano Mio handed him the toiletries in the bag: "I want you to understand that shampoo and shower gel are completely different things."

In addition to shampoo and shower gel, the bag also contains facial cleanser, hand cream and other things.

"Good good..."

"I'll listen to you..."

"You're too stubborn..."

After she left the bathroom, Miura Gensuke helplessly lay back in the bathtub, but the water temperature was a little cold, so he added some hot water.

……

……

……

The next day.

The sunlight passed through the gap between the curtains and fell on Asano Mio's fair and delicate ankles, bringing her the warmth of spring.

The girl's toes, painted light pink, curled up slightly, stretched like a cat, and then opened her sleepy eyes.

She sat up and looked at her clothes.

Made of pure cotton, very comfortable to wear.

It was still Miura Gensuke's white shirt. Since she didn't have pajamas, she used this shirt as pajamas.

After rubbing her eyes, she walked out of the bedroom wearing slippers that were several sizes too large, and found that Gensuke Miura was sitting on the sofa in the living room, browsing the web on a tablet computer in his hand.

Asano Mio was stunned for a moment: "Miura, you...didn't you sleep all night last night?"

"Yeah." Miura Gensuke put down the tablet with a smile: "I found some clues."

Looking at his slightly red eyes, Asano Mio sat down beside him worriedly.

Miura Gensuke handed her the tablet and said, "Did you know that our school used to have a club called the Urban Legend Research Club?"

"But the club disbanded three years ago."

"But in this day and age, everything will leave some traces on the Internet."

"Urban legend..." Asano Mio looked at the webpage shown by Miura Gensuke with curiosity.

The center of the page is a very beautiful female college student with a hot body, especially her breasts.

It may have E-level lethality.

"This is Tsukimiya-senpai," Miura Gensuke introduced her. "She was the head of the Urban Legend Research Club and is now a student at the University of Tokyo."

"But urban legends... do they have anything to do with what's happening to us?" Asano Mio was a little confused.

"What's important is Tsukimiya-senpai's identity." Miura Gensuke showed another photo uploaded to the Internet.

In the photo, Tsukimiya-senpai is dancing in front of a mountain village shrine wearing a traditional red and white shrine maiden costume.

"I think she might have some knowledge of these things. After all, her thesis is all about mysterious folklore."

After yawning, Miura Gensuke took a sip of water and said, "Maybe the homeroom teacher knows her. We can get her contact information today."

Seeing his confident but tired look, Asano Mio gently clenched her palms: "Miura, I need to go home first."

"Mother should be at work by now. I need to change into my school uniform."

"Well, do you want me to go with you?" Miura Gensuke put down his water glass.

"No need..." Asano Mio put on a mask and walked to the door to change her shoes: "You go to school first, I will be there later."

Miura Gensuke yawned again.

"correct."

Asano Mio turned around shyly: "I..."

"what happened?"

"Nothing... See you at school..." Asano Mio blushed and opened the door of the apartment.

After watching her leave, Miura Gensuke dragged himself into the bathroom and washed his face with cold water, trying to wake himself up.

But the cell phone in his pocket rang at an inopportune time.

"Hey……"

"Miura-nyan! Good morning-nyan!"

On the other end of the phone, there was a lovely female voice full of energy.

Miura Gensuke's face darkened and he hung up the phone.

But three seconds later, the phone rang again.

"Miura, meow! Remember to bring me a cup of milk tea, meow, and a piece of cake, meow! Feilu is so hungry, meow!"

Miura Gensuke sighed deeply, "Your good minister is out of funds for activities, meow..."

"If you don't bring something for Feilu, meow, Feilu will quit the club, meow, and then the reasoning club will be disbanded, meow!"

The other party began to threaten.

Firo Nekoyashiki is also a member of the Reasoning Club.

Miura Gensuke's evaluation of her is that her brain was born underdeveloped and her brain was completely undeveloped.

After becoming a virtual anchor, he even uploaded his cerebellum to the Internet, and now his skull is empty.