Tokyo: Love Begins with Controlling the Rich Girl

[Key Tip 1.1: Once this desire arises, it will become increasingly intense. If avoided for a long time, it has a very high probability of developing into an obsession, leading to unpredictable consequences. Players should handle this with caution.]

Chapter 103 Please take care of me, Sasaki-kun

The moment his consciousness returned, the message from earlier was still echoing in Shimada Sho's mind.

If avoided for a prolonged period, there is a very high probability that it will develop into an obsession, leading to unpredictable consequences.

After taking control of the body, his brows furrowed.

Obsession, with unpredictable consequences.

Putting these two words together, it doesn't sound like a good thing at all.

"Oh shit."

Shimada Sho just felt it was troublesome.

If it were a different problem, he could try to solve it.

Even if he understood the young lady's desire, he could not possibly fulfill it.

So I'll think about it for now and see later.

As Shimada Sho pondered this, he glanced down at the time.

There are still more than twenty minutes left in the lunch break.

This amount of time wasn't enough for him to take a nap, but it was enough for him to log into Tianhai Qianhe's account and take a look.

She signed with a new company yesterday, and she should be preparing for the next round of the competition today. I'll go up and check on her, and while I'm at it, I can ask her to help me find out the progress of the loan sharking matter.

Just as I was about to open the system, I suddenly heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor at the classroom door.

Immediately afterwards, Yonekura-sensei's voice rang out from outside the door: "Come out for a moment, Shimada-kun."

Okay, no need to log in.

Shimada Sho looked up and saw Yonekura Natsumi wearing a dark gray business suit with her long legs encased in black stockings.

Today, she exudes a mature and sexy aura, yet her face is more serious than ever before.

"Come out for a moment."

Shimada Sho's heart skipped a beat.

That tone, that expression—it doesn't sound like a good thing at all.

He glanced around instinctively and noticed that several classmates were secretly staring at him, their eyes filled with pity and schadenfreude.

He forced himself to stand up and followed Natsumi Yonekura out of the classroom.

There were few people in the corridor. After stopping, Ms. Yonekura handed two test papers to Sho Shimada.

"This is your Chinese language test paper from last week."

When Shimada Sho took it, the bright red number "43" was extremely glaring.

He scored 43 out of 150 on the test.

Converted to a percentage system, it's less than thirty points.

“There’s also history.” Natsumi Yonekura handed over another one.

51 points, barely over half, but still appalling in the whole class.

"Take a look for yourself, which subject did you pass?"

As he looked at the scores, Natsumi Yonekura questioned him angrily.

Shimada Sho gave a wry smile, unable to answer.

Last week, he was a complete novice who had just started learning about these two courses.

I felt completely helpless when faced with the exam paper.

These few dozen points were obtained by guessing.

If the quiz were scheduled for this week, he would have received intensive tutoring from the young lady, along with his sister's notes.

Maybe I can even get a decent score.

But such words certainly cannot be used as a reason to reply to a teacher.

"Shimada-kun, you know there's a surprise quiz next week, right?" Natsumi Yonekura's tone was full of disappointment. "With your current level, let alone passing, you might not even get half the marks."

"……I know."

"Knowing that you still act so indifferent?" Natsumi Yonekura's voice rarely carried emotion.

She looked at Shimada Sho and said seriously, "I'm telling you, the results of this quiz are directly related to the school's evaluation!"

"Yes." Shimada Sho lowered his head.

He knew the teacher meant well, but he was still very unhappy to be scolded like that.

“I’m not scolding you.” Natsumi’s tone softened slightly, and she sighed. “You’re not stupid, but you just don’t work hard. You listened to all the lessons last week and handed in your homework on time, but you still didn’t do well on the test. What does that mean? It means your foundation is too weak. Just listening to the lessons isn’t enough. You have to start from scratch.”

Shimada Sho looked up, vaguely guessing what she was going to say.

Sure enough, Natsumi Yonekura's next words were: "Starting today, take forty minutes during your lunch break every day to come to my office for extra lessons."

"every day?"

"Yes, until the quiz is over." Natsumi Yonekura's tone left no room for negotiation. "Focus on intensive study of Chinese and history."

Shimada Sho instinctively wanted to refuse.

But when he looked up, he met the eyes of Natsumi Yonekura that seemed to say, "Try refusing."

Unfortunately, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"Understood, teacher."

"Okay." Natsumi Yonekura nodded in satisfaction, glancing at her watch. "Perfect timing, we still have time during lunch break. Let's go to the office now."

"Are we going now?"

Shimada Sho glanced subconsciously at the clock in the classroom.

It's 12:43, and there are still almost 20 minutes left in the lunch break.

He had originally planned to log in to Tianhai Qianhe during this time, but now it seems that the plan has completely fallen through.

"Yes, now. Is there a problem?"

"No."

Shimada Sho resignedly followed Yonekura Natsumi towards the office.

As I walked, I couldn't help but sigh.

"How dare so many people take turns serving me, a complete academic failure like me!"

The young lady wants to tutor him, his younger sister has compiled a thick stack of notes for him, and now even his homeroom teacher wants to tutor him.

This feeling is really... hard to describe.

……

The afternoon classes ended quickly.

When Shimada Sho packed his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom, it was still raining.

The rain was slightly heavier than in the morning, pattering against the corridor windows.

The water on the playground had gotten a bit deeper, and several younger students were chasing and playing in the rain under umbrellas, splashing water everywhere.

Shimada Sho opened his umbrella and stepped into the rain.

After boarding the bus, I arrived at the convenience store right on time.

Rena Takikawa, unusually, didn't go out for drinks today, instead curled up in a chair behind the cashier scrolling through her phone.

Occasionally, I would glance up at Shimada Sho's back as he organized the shelves, let out an ambiguous "hmm~", and then look down again to continue browsing.

“Genji-kun.” At one point, she suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

"You seem to be in a bad mood today?"

Shimada Sho paused in his hand as he arranged the rice balls. "No."

"Really?" Takikawa Rena's tone was clearly skeptical, but she didn't press for details. She simply said lazily, "Young people shouldn't always look so gloomy, it makes you age faster."

"Manager, you're only in your early twenties, aren't you?"

"Twenty-four, what's wrong?"

"Then you're still a young person."

"Oh dear, Genji-kun complimented me on looking young~" Takikawa Rena stood up from her chair with a grin and stretched. "But I'm past the age of worrying about trivial matters."

"But Genji-kun, don't let a little trouble get you down! Come on, give me a smile~"

Shimada Sho obligingly tugged at the corner of his mouth, then continued to tidy up the shelves.

The few hours of part-time work passed quickly in a flurry of activity.

At exactly nine o'clock, Takikawa Rena, who hadn't left at all, took over the shift on time.

The rain has subsided considerably by now.

If you run with an umbrella, you should be able to get back.

But today, Shimada Sho decided to take a break.

So he opened his umbrella and went out, slowly making his way to the bus stop.

As they approached their destination, Shimada Sho spotted a petite figure standing on the platform in the distance.

Dark blue school uniform suit, plaid skirt, and black stockings.

A few strands of her short, ear-length hair were dampened by the rain and mist, clinging to her fair cheeks.

She was holding her schoolbag in her arms and a small plastic bag in her other hand, and she was standing on tiptoe, looking in the direction of Shimada Shoji.

The moment she saw him, her doe-like eyes lit up.

Then he quickly moved away, looking down at the tips of his shoes.

Nozomi Sasaki.

Shimada Sho paused slightly, then walked over.

What are you doing here?

Nozomi Sasaki did not answer immediately.

She handed over the plastic bag she was carrying and said softly, "This...this is for you."

Shimada Sho took it, opened it, and saw that the contents were familiar to him.

It was a can of hot coffee and a box of wrapped milk biscuits.

I tried Sasaki Nozomi's Friendship Cookies once when I logged into the game "Miss."

“The cookies are a local specialty sent by Grandma.” After Shimada Sho took them, Sasaki Nozomi explained softly, “I bought the coffee myself. I didn’t know what you liked to drink, so I chose this kind.”

Shimada Sho glanced at the coffee and cookies in the bag, then looked up at her ears, which were red from the cold.

She must have waited here for quite some time in order to give me the gift.

So he accepted the gifts and smiled, saying, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Nozomi Sasaki breathed a sigh of relief.

She was afraid of being rejected.

Fortunately, the thing I was worried about didn't happen.

The other person not only did not refuse, but also opened the coffee can very neatly and took a sip.

Sasaki Nozomi finally smiled when she saw his action.

She seized the opportunity and earnestly said what she had prepared for a long time: "Thank you for taking me home yesterday."

"You're welcome."