Tokyo: Becoming the Perfect Male God Starting with a Rented Boyfriend.

"Haha... I miss Chinatsu too." Asahina smiled brightly, interrupting her conversation with Miyazawa Itsuki, and turned to deal with her friend.

The sight of two adorable girls embracing intimately instantly became the focus of attention in the class.

"Is this Asahi? I heard she's a reader model for a fashion magazine."

Someone is talking about them somewhere.

"Yeah, I never expected to be so lucky to be in the same class as Asahi."

"Oh, if I behave well for the next two years, maybe I can win Asahi's favor. If I can get such a beautiful girlfriend..."

"You're overthinking it. Asahi-kun, it's not your turn yet. I heard..."

Miyazawa Itsuki breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to have any connection with Asahina Mi at school.

It will be very troublesome once my identity is exposed.

While the effect of "Passerby A's Glasses" is undoubtedly amazing, it's not without its challenges.

The description of the props hinted that the glasses could be detected.

Cognitive bias is not a matter of changing common sense, and it's hard to say where the limits of its effect lie. He wouldn't risk being exposed by pushing the props to their limits.

Miyazawa Itsuki took out his books, practicing the principles of being a transparent person.

I could hear Chinatsu Nakano talking to Naomi about their vacation:

"...So, Nana, did you do anything interesting during your vacation? Or did you only work?"

"I've finished all my modeling work for now. As for me, I've just been lazing around at home since I got back from my family trip."

"Didn't you go out to play? Although Aga and I are both in cram school, Ryosuke and the others should be free, right?"

"Hmm...sometimes I do want to relax at home alone," Naomi said vaguely.

"Haha, in that case, let's all go out and have fun together later."

Chinatsu Nakano was still planning the gathering when a voice came from behind her.

"What are Xia and Asahi talking about?"

Someone tried to join the conversation.

The source of the sound was a handsome boy with a hearty laugh on his face.

Sato He is a well-known handsome guy on campus and the ace of the school basketball team. He is quite popular among the girls.

Standing next to him was a handsome guy yawning, Ryosuke Takeda, a key member of the school's kendo club.

"Aga! Ryosuke!" Chinatsu Nakano waved enthusiastically in greeting.

"Sato-san, Takeda-san," Asahina greeted them.

"Xia looks very energetic today," Satohe said gently. "Asahi-kun, did you have a good holiday?"

"I'm fine," Asahina replied with a polite smile. "How are Sato-san and Chinatsu-chan?"

"Xia got scolded by her family because of her exam results last semester, and she's been insisting that I go to cram school with her. That's how the holiday went," Sato He said helplessly. "I was planning to go to Yamanashi Prefecture with everyone, but that's not going to happen during spring break. How about Golden Week? Does Asahi have any plans?"

"...I'm not quite sure yet. It depends on the company's schedule. If there's work to do then..." Asahina looked troubled and didn't give a clear answer.

“Haha, that’s true, after all, Asahi is a model.” Sato He showed an understanding expression.

"Ryosuke, have you seen Moka?" Chinatsu Nakano asked Ryosuke Takeda. "Moka is the only one who isn't in our class. I think we can't let ourselves drift apart from Moka just because we're in different classes. We should stick together in the future."

“There’s no need to worry about that, Moka is right next door,” Ryosuke Takeda said.

"That's great." Nakano Chinatsu felt relieved and patted her bare chest. "If they're too far apart, wouldn't Ryosuke and Moeka become a long-distance couple? Everyone says that long-distance relationships are the fuse for a breakup, and I don't want to see the people around me break up."

"Your standards for long-distance relationships are too lenient," Ryosuke Takeda rolled his eyes.

The four chatted as if no one else was around, radiating an intense, masculine aura. Their high level of conversation made it impossible for anyone else to muster the courage to interject.

If we were to categorize Japanese high school classes into social strata, these individuals would undoubtedly belong to the highest tier. They are the so-called ultimate "normie" group.

She is completely the other side of the same coin as Miyazawa Itsuki on campus.

He sighed.

If every break between classes is this noisy in the future, he really needs to consider asking the homeroom teacher to change his seat in advance.

Fortunately, the bell signaling the start of the class meeting rang at that moment, and Chinatsu Nakano and the others returned to their seats.

The new homeroom teacher walked in from outside the door.

—Emi Kobayashi, a graduate of the University of Tokyo, has been teaching for four years. A 29-year-old unmarried spinster.

He may look quite dashing, but he's actually gentle and easy to get along with. The only thing to avoid is mentioning words like "marriage" or "boyfriend" in front of her. She might become depressed from the shock.

These are all publicly available intelligence reports from anonymous forums on campus.

Chapter 15 Helping the Neighbor's Wife Repair Appliances

Sakura Ryou High School has a small, anonymous forum among students, which serves as a channel for students to exchange information.

Miyazawa Itsuki would occasionally log onto the forum to look up information left by senior students, thus learning about their evaluations of the teachers.

At the same time, the forum also frequently features posts that people dare not discuss openly, such as which girl on campus is the cutest, which girl has the biggest breasts, and which girl is the most suitable to be a mother, etc.

Since names cannot be mentioned, alternative names are used instead.

Sato He's nickname on the forum is "Forward," seemingly due to his heroic deeds in basketball games.

Emi Kobayashi had everyone give brief self-introductions and then elected class officers.

In the end, Asahina Omi was elected class president by a landslide, while Sato He and another girl were elected vice class presidents.

The former was somewhat surprised when he was selected, but seeing the enthusiastic atmosphere among his classmates, he still showed a helpless smile and said nothing.

After the class meeting, normal teaching resumed.

The day ended quickly, and Miyazawa Itsuki didn't manage to speak to Asahina again during that time.

The other party was already exhausted just dealing with the enthusiastic classmates.

Stylish and beautiful girls have a natural advantage in social situations.

The girls all hoped to improve their status in the class by taking advantage of Asahina's fame.

The boys also wanted to get to know Naomi and tried to get her LINE number, but they were all stopped by Sato He with a smile on his face.

……

"Thank you for your hard work today, Ashu."

"No, that's not true. You're the one who's worked hard. See you tomorrow."

After finishing his part-time job, Miyazawa Itsuki said goodbye to the store manager and returned to his rented apartment.

The elevator doors were wide open, and the moving boxes that had been lying in the hallway were nowhere to be found.

Miyazawa Itsuki walked past the door next door, wondering, "Have they already moved in?"

Just as he was about to return to his room, an accident occurred.

A strange explosion and a sharp, mournful cry suddenly came from inside the room.

"Eh-"

Miyazawa Itsuki instinctively stopped in his tracks.

What happened? It looks like something exploded? Are the neighbors in danger?

Driven by his values, Miyazawa Itsuki couldn't leave it unattended.

"Hello? Is something wrong?" He pressed the doorbell. "I'm Miyazawa, who lives next door. I just heard some noise. Do you need any help?"

After a while, the door was opened, and the first thing that came into view was a pair of magnificent peaks.

A disheveled woman stood in the doorway, her hair scorched at the temples, her face filled with shame and remorse.

"I'm so sorry to have startled you! I'm Yuuko Tsukimi, I just moved in today. I didn't even have a chance to bother you before this happened, I really don't know what to say. But please rest assured, the noise was just a malfunction in my microwave, there was no fire, and it definitely won't cause you any trouble, I'm so, so sorry..."

The woman bowed deeply, her chestnut hair carrying a pleasant shampoo scent.

Miyazawa Itsuki, seeing Tsukimi Yuuko's face contorted with shame and indignation, waved his hand and said, "It's good that you're alright. I just came to ask what happened, not to blame you. Besides, if it was a microwave oven malfunction, I know a bit about appliance repair..."

"Ah... are you worried about me?"

Yuko Tsukimi was stunned for a moment, then was so moved that she almost cried:

"...Thank you so much. My daughter and I just moved in, and we were worried about not being able to get along with our neighbors. We never expected that our neighbor would be such a kind-hearted gentleman like you..."

Putting aside her disheveled "makeup," Yuko Tsukimi is actually a very charming woman, estimated to be in her thirties, with a figure so stunning that even Itsuki Miyazawa didn't know how to look at her.

"Could you let me take a look at the situation if you'd like?"

That's what Miyazawa Itsuki said.

Microwave ovens are considered one of the more dangerous household appliances; if safety hazards aren't properly checked, they can easily cause a fire. He was doing this for his own sake.

"Okay, sure, of course! Please come in, I'll get you some slippers."

Yuko Tsukimi hurriedly rummaged through the shoe cabinet in the entryway, taking out indoor shoes for guests for Itsuki Miyazawa.

"Sorry to bother you."

As Miyazawa Itsuki said this, he changed his shoes and went into the room.

The room has two bedrooms and a living room, with a kitchen and a private bathroom. The warm-toned home decor adds a touch of homey atmosphere.

The house wasn't sparsely furnished, which was typical of when they first moved in. The kitchen door was ajar, and a burnt smell wafted from inside.

He stepped inside, where the microwave oven on the counter was hissing with electricity.

Miyazawa Itsuki briefly inquired about what had happened.

Yuko Tsukimi said that she originally planned to heat up the bento before her daughter came home from work, so she used the microwave left by the landlord.

But shortly after turning on the microwave, a blue light and crackling sound inexplicably appeared inside. When she tried to check the situation, the microwave suddenly made a loud bang, which startled Yuko Tsukimi.

Fortunately, because they were far away, they were not seriously injured.

Blue light and crackling sounds. This appears to be a typical case of internal arcing in a microwave oven, most likely caused by the mica sheet or waveguide cover.

Based on his electrical appliance repair skills, Miyazawa Itsuki quickly made a judgment.

“I think I understand where the problem lies,” he said. “It’s not difficult to handle, but I need to go back and get some tools. In the meantime, please do not touch it, as it could be dangerous.”

Yuko Tsukimi nodded repeatedly. Despite being a generation older than Itsuki Miyazawa, she looked like a little girl.

Miyazawa Itsuki returned to his room, found the toolbox he had bought to hone his [Electrical Repair] skills in the locker, and took out a piece of mica.

At the Tsukimi residence, Miyazawa Itsuki put on insulated gloves, first unplugged the microwave oven, and then used a screwdriver to short-circuit the two power poles to discharge the gas.

Upon disassembling the outer casing, it was discovered that the mica sheet had indeed been burned with a hole, and there were also traces of carbonization on the back.

He replaced the mica sheet with a spare one taken from another appliance, cleaned the scorch marks inside the waveguide cavity, reassembled the outer casing, and tested it after connecting the power.

The machine was running smoothly, and Miyazawa Itsuki breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's fixed. Just be careful not to put in metal containers or food that's too oily. If you have any further questions, feel free to let me know." Miyazawa Itsuki took off his gloves.

Yuko Tsukimi's tears welled up again: "...You're amazing. I...I really don't know how to thank you enough. You're the first person I've met since I moved here, and not only did you not find me a bother, you even fixed my appliances..."

Miyazawa Itsuki: "You don't need to be so polite. I just did what I could."

Yuko Tsukimi became increasingly moved, even saying emotionally:

"Um! Please let me repay your kindness. Although I am not very capable, my daughter cooks very well. You must stay at my house for dinner tonight, no, even a late-night snack would be nice."

"Really, there's no need. I'll come and bother you again if I have the chance in the future. It's so late now..."

As the two were making excuses, a faint sound came from the entrance hall, like the sound of a door lock being opened.

Chapter 16 Tsukimi Sakura

"—I'm home, Mom."

A light, airy sound drifted into the room from the entryway.

The voice was young and pleasant, like the sound of ancient spring water flowing on bluestone.