Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

"Very good, Ai has successfully taken the first step!"

"This small fry is slowly letting down his guard against me!"

"Go ahead." Fujii Itsuki said suddenly while looking at his phone.

"Ah? Say...what?"

This sudden opening startled Shimizu Ai, and she reduced the strength on her hands guiltily.

"Didn't your Chinese teacher teach you that if someone shows too much kindness for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief!"

Fujii Itsuki put down his phone and looked at Shimizu Ai calmly.

"What? A traitor and a thief. Ai Yi doesn't quite understand..."

Shimizu Ai's brain seemed to be overclocked like the Big Bang, and she said quickly: "Didn't Onii-chan ask me to be a slave to pay off my debt? I just wanted to perform well so that Onii-chan can forgive me sooner."

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Of course, Ai Yi would never lie."

In order to dispel Fujii Itsuki's doubts, Shimizu Ai forced out a cute smile and giggled twice.

"When did you become so sensible?"

Fujii Itsuki curled the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hands and pinched Shimizu Ai's soft face, kneading it into various shapes, as if he was playing with an exquisite doll.

He didn't know what Shimizu Ai was up to, but he knew what kind of person Shimizu Ai was.

How could a little devil who was used to disguising himself in front of outsiders possibly submit to someone he had once bullied?

This little female ghost definitely has other intentions!

"Hehe, it's all thanks to Onii-chan's good education!"

Shimizu Ai smiled and raised her pretty face towards Fujii Itsuki, like a docile cat asking for its owner's love and support.

"Well, well said. I can't help but reward you with some pocket money." Fujii Itsuki smiled with satisfaction and gently rubbed her hair.

"Huh? Really?"

Shimizu Ai's eyes lit up, and her expression was no longer as fake as before.

You have to know that after leaving Fujii Itsuki, the stable ATM, her own pocket money was not enough for her own spending and it was all squandered before the end of the month.

"Really, really, but I held back."

"Forehead……"

Shimizu Ai stopped pounding her legs, and she froze there as if the pause button had been pressed. After a long pause, she forced a smile and said, "Haha, Onii-chan is really good at joking. Ai almost took it seriously."

"Ding!"

Suddenly there was a sound from the microwave.

Fujii Itsuki walked into the kitchen and took out a steaming bento from the microwave. He ignored Shimizu Ai who was sitting on the sofa and went upstairs on his own.

Seeing this, Shimizu Ai was like a dog-skin plaster stuck on her back. She stretched out her slender legs and followed Fujii Itsuki on the stairs, stepping on them with "thump thump thump".

Returning to the bedroom, Fujii Itsuki threw his schoolbag on the bed, sat down at the desk, opened the plastic lunch box and started eating.

"Why are you following me?"

He glanced at Shimizu Ai, who was standing in front of the door.

"I... I came to see if Onii-chan needs any help, hehe..."

Shimizu Ai's eyes rolled around.

"Then go to the bathroom and get me some hot water. I want to take a shower after dinner."

"Okay, Onii-chan!"

Shimizu Ai immediately stood up and agreed. After leaving the room, she very sensibly closed the door for Fujii Itsuki.

"I have already gained the trust of the small fry!"

"The 'tree-cutting operation' is progressing rapidly. Aiyi needs to keep up the good work and keep going!"

After Shimizu Ai left, Fujii Itsuki checked his system panel while chewing a large piece of barbecued pork.

The revenge points have accumulated to 700 points, but he already knows the driving and cooking skills in the system mall. If it is a higher level "intermediate", he might exchange it for it to try out the effect.

Besides, how could a poor guy like him afford to drive a car?

The only Honda car in the family is the one that Momonogi Eiko has been using.

As for cooking, he has handed it over to Shimizu Ai and will probably rarely cook by himself in the future.

"I can only wait until next Monday when the mall is refreshed to see if there are any useful skills."

Fujii Itsuki thought to himself, and then turned his gaze to the only item in the mall, "Steel Mixture".

Within five minutes of taking it, your strength and defense will be greatly increased, and you will be immune to some pain, but you will fall into a weak period after the effect of the drug wears off.

“Isn’t this adrenaline?”

Fujii Itsuki curled his lips, thinking that the broken system was exaggerating to be so great.

"Bought it!"

Complaints aside, he still had to buy it. After all, the price was only 300 points, which he could definitely afford.

Besides, the mall will be refreshed in a few days, and I don’t know when I will be able to get it next time.

【Ding! 】

The system prompted "Exchange successful", but Fujii Itsuki did not receive the medicine in his hands. Instead, it was stored in his exclusive space like cash, and he could use it at any time by clicking on it with his consciousness.

This is quite convenient, as it saves him from having to take out a small medicine bottle to take drugs when he is in danger.

After finishing his lunch box, Fujii Itsuki walked into the bathroom on the second floor carrying his clothes.

…………

When she woke up the next morning, Shimizu Ai was still as humble and respectful as ever.

At one point, Fujii Itsuki even suspected that she was mentally ill and suffering from delusional disorder.

Or maybe he suffers from Stockholm syndrome and has an unusually high tolerance for his sarcasm.

"never mind……"

If an enemy comes, we will fight him; if a flood comes, we will block it with earth. How could he be afraid of a little female devil who was spoiled by her mother?

After stuffing the lunch box on the table into his schoolbag, Fujii Itsuki walked to the entrance and changed into flat shoes.

"Onii-chan, Ai prepared breakfast for you, don't you want to have some?"

Holding boiled eggs and instant sandwiches, Shimizu Ai gave Fujii Itsuki a sweet smile.

"No, I'm not hungry."

Fujii Itsuki just glanced away, then looked away, pushed open the door and walked out.

Chapter 11 I have everything

Arakawa University, sociology first year class B.

There were less than ten minutes left before the social psychology class started. Ogihara Saki was sitting in the front row of the classroom. From time to time, she turned her head to look at a window seat at the back of the classroom. When she saw that the corner was still empty, she could not hide a look of disappointment on her face.

Fujii Itsuki walked in from the back door of the classroom almost on time.

There was no way. He was a day student and relied on his legs for transportation. It took him at least twenty minutes to walk from home to school.

Putting down his schoolbag, Fujii Itsuki sat down at his seat in the second to last row. As soon as he sat down on the stool, a girl with pigtails and round-frame glasses walked over quietly.

The girl has regular and delicate features, but she doesn't know how to dress up and has long bangs on her forehead, so she looks a bit rustic.

"Good morning, Fujii-kun!" Ogihara Saki greeted softly.

"Ah, Ogiwara-san, good morning."

"You didn't lose sleep last night after what happened, did you?"

Fujii Itsuki stuffed his schoolbag into the hole in the desk and took out the Chinese textbook he would use for class later.

"Um, it's... it's okay..." Hearing the concern naturally revealed in his tone, Ogihara Saki lowered her head shyly.

“Although I was a little scared, I still managed to fall asleep at two o’clock.

Ogihara Saki's voice became smaller and smaller, and she seemed to be embarrassed.

Fujii Itsuki burst out laughing: "It was just a joke, no need to answer so honestly."

This girl is seriously cute.

Although she is dressed a little rustic, she is gentle and sincere. She is much easier to get along with than people like Shimizu Ai and Chiba Shinoko.

"Well, it was just a joke..." Ogihara Saki's cheeks, which were partially covered by her bangs, couldn't help but blush.

"Jingle Bell--"

Fortunately, the school bell rang in time to save her, so that the blush was not discovered by Fujii Itsuki.

Adjusting her glasses, actually taking Fujii Itsuki's face deeply into her eyes, Ogihara Saki turned around and returned to her seat in the first row.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a book tucked between his armpits walked into the classroom from the front door.

With his appearance, the noise in the class gradually decreased and finally disappeared.

"Okay, let's start the class now."

"Everyone, turn to page 34, social cognition."

The sociology course was as boring as ever, and Fujii Itsuki was distracted after listening for a while. He was not bragging, but with the skill of "mastering elementary professional knowledge", his knowledge reserve was probably not much less than that of the teacher.

And he is not only familiar with professional courses, but also public subjects such as Chinese, mathematics, and English.

Looking at the blackboard and thinking for a while, Fujii Itsuki's gaze unconsciously drifted from the teacher to Ogihara Saki in the first row.

This guy was holding his head high, listening to the class attentively.

There was only one professional class in the morning. After class, Fujii Itsuki did not go to participate in club activities like other students, but chose to sit in the school library for a while.

It was not until lunch time that he returned to Class 1-B classroom.

Junior colleges naturally have cafeterias, but the food is rather bad, so most students prefer to bring their own lunch boxes.

Sitting in his seat, Fujii Itsuki took out the lunch box given by Shimizu Ai from his schoolbag, opened the lid, and the aroma of fried pork chops and stewed potatoes wafted into his nose.

This is the love lunch box that Aunt Momonogi Eiko prepared for her precious daughter who is about to take the college entrance examination. In a sense, Fujii Itsuki also benefited from Shimizu Ai.

The lunch box is not insulated and the food has already gone cold.

But Fujii Itsuki didn't care. He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of potato and put it into his mouth.

Japanese people have the habit of eating cold food and drinking cold water. After traveling through time for so long, Fujii Itsuki has barely adapted to the local customs.

While they were eating, Ogihara Saki came to the table carrying a two-layered lunch box.

"Fujii-kun, I'm sorry for getting you into trouble in the bathroom yesterday."

"Well, I got up this morning and made some extra food, thinking..."

Ogihara Saki had an apologetic look on her face, and the rest of the words, inviting you to lunch together, seemed to be stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say them.

Fujii Itsuki couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this: "You're talking about getting in trouble again..."

"By the way, you just said you cooked a little more food, then what?"

"Then... let's eat together."

Ogihara Saki's face was red as if bleeding, and her voice was choking. A pair of eyes hidden behind round-framed glasses were looking at Fujii Itsuki with a hint of expectation.

"Oh, okay, let's eat together."

Fujii Itsuki said nonchalantly.

Opening the food box reveals a plate of tempting scallion-braised pork ribs, which is so appetizing just by looking at its appearance.

He didn't mean to be polite and picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

"Well, that's good. Ogiwara-san's cooking skills are good enough for him to apply for a job as a hotel chef in Nakano!"

"No way, Fujii Itsuki is joking again..."