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

Just as Miyazawa Itsuki was about to ask them for help, Miss Ao's voice came again.

"...In the lower pocket." Miss Qing seemed to have read Miyazawa Itsuki's thoughts and said in a flat tone:

"If it's you, young man, it's alright. After all, it's a special case."

"..."

It was indeed a special case. Miyazawa Itsuki had the consent of the person in question, so he naturally did not hesitate any longer.

He reached into the left pocket of Miss Qing's jeans, rummaged around for a while, but couldn't find it.

A slight blush rose on Miss Qing's face, but she remained silent.

Finally, two vials of emergency syrup were taken out of the right pocket.

After feeding Miss Qing, her condition improved after a while.

Miyazawa Itsuki breathed a sigh of relief.

The three girls asked with concern, "Are you alright, sister?"

"I'm fine, thank you all." Miss Qing smiled.

"Hehe, no. We don't know what to do if our big brother doesn't come."

"They were even planning to perform CPR."

"Wow, you're so pretty, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

Miss Qing remained silent for a moment.

"Could you please tell me your contact information? I will pay you."

All three girls shook their heads at the same time.

"Hey, we're not trying to save your sister because we want money."

"And we didn't do anything."

"Sister needs to take care of her health in the future; it wouldn't be good if she collapsed again."

"Next time, there will probably be an older brother nearby, because we're close friends."

The girls politely declined Miss Qing's offer of payment with a few words, and seeing that she was alright, they left with peace of mind.

Miyazawa and his companion watched the group of children leave.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Miss Qing.

"...Thank you, sir. I never expected to meet you here."

"It's nothing, I just happened to be passing by," Miyazawa Itsuki said. "But Miss Ao looks a bit weak, are you really alright?"

"……Do not."

Miss Qing tried to stand up, but quickly stumbled again. Miyazawa Itsuki caught her in time, preventing her from falling completely.

"It seems the outlook is still not very optimistic."

Miss Qing looked awkward.

"Should we contact someone we know to come over?"

"I'll just rest here for a while," Miss Qing said stubbornly, shaking her head.

Miyazawa looked around. The sky was gradually darkening. It was somewhat worrying to see such a weak and beautiful girl like Miss Liuqing here.

"Let me take you home. If it's convenient for you."

"Isn't the young man supposed to be working?"

I took the day off today.

“I see…” Miss Qing said softly, “Then wouldn’t I look like an idiot…”

She looked at Miyazawa Itsuki's face and hesitated for a moment.

"Can I really ask you for a favor, buddy?"

"It's good that Miss Qing can trust me."

Miyazawa Itsuki said this.

Ms. Qing gave an address in Setagaya Ward, Tokyo.

Miyazawa Itsuki hailed a taxi parked on the side of the road, helped Miss Ao into the back seat, and sat in the front himself.

The traffic moved slowly forward. He checked the time on his phone. If he acted quickly, he should still have enough time to make it after dropping off Miss Qing.

……

Setagaya Ward, a villa complex.

Miyazawa Itsuki helped Miss Ao to the front of a mansion.

This is a villa with an understated style, but it is located in the very heart of the villa complex, and it looks very expensive.

Miyazawa Itsuki felt that dropping her off here was enough, but feeling the soft touch on his shoulder, the girl didn't seem to have any intention of letting go.

After the access control was activated using facial recognition, the villa's main gate slowly opened.

Miyazawa Itsuki had no choice but to continue seeing them off.

Passing through the garden corridor and entering the villa, one is greeted by a fresh and vibrant decorative style.

Miss Qing ignored the first-floor reception room and led Miyazawa Itsuki straight to the second floor, to a door.

Before he could speak, Miss Qing opened the door to the room.

The room was very spacious, as big as three of Miyazawa Itsuki's residences.

The interior features a minimalist, even somewhat rustic, style, with wooden furniture making up the majority of the space.

Miss Qing let go of his hand, went to the desk, and opened the drawer.

Take out a box of cookies; they are brown chocolate chip cookies.

She ate it in small bites, and a satisfied expression quickly appeared on her face.

Miyazawa Itsuki felt that the box of cookies looked familiar.

Those seem to be cookies that Miss Qing packed up at the store.

It was an experimental work by Miyazawa Itsuki.

Chapter 36 Aochi Akane

Miyazawa watched silently as Miss Ao devoured the cookies, and it wasn't until the fifth cookie had disappeared that she noticed the gaze beside her.

"Would you like some, sir?"

Miss Qing handed over the cookie box.

"No, I don't need to."

Miyazawa Itsuki declined. He had made many experimental cookies at the shop in his quest to perfect the product, almost developing a psychological aversion to them.

"That's true, after all, these are cookies made by the young man, so he must have eaten them many times."

Miss Qing took a bite of the cookie with a mix of regret and envy, closed the cookie box, and put it back deep in the drawer.

She subconsciously touched the bridge of her nose, but quickly realized something was wrong.

Today, I didn't even wear my signature sunglasses in front of Miyazawa Itsuki.

"I miscalculated. I should have brought it with me." Miss Qing showed a somewhat resigned expression.

"Miss Qing...?"

"Huh? Don't you recognize me, sir?"

"What?" Miyazawa Itsuki asked in confusion. "Of course I know Miss Ao. You are an important guest of mine."

“That’s not what I meant…” Miss Qing touched her cheek, then sighed as if she had thought of something.

"It seems you don't care about this kind of thing. Or rather, I still have a long way to go."

Miyazawa Itsuki finally realized the meaning behind the words: "...Is Miss Ao a celebrity?"

Miss Qing nodded gently upon hearing this.

"To be precise, he is an idol."

idol?

He was somewhat surprised.

With Miss Qing's looks, it's not surprising that she became an idol; on the contrary, it seems only natural.

However, Miyazawa Itsuki's impression of the Japanese idol profession was too outdated; he thought it was just about cute girls who would liven up the atmosphere on stage.

Miss Qing is more like a snow lotus on the summit of Tianshan Mountain, with a pure white and aloof temperament, and she doesn't seem to talk much.

It's hard to imagine Miss Qing's demeanor on stage.

"Judging from your surprised look, do you think I'm not like an idol?"

Miyazawa Itsuki shook his head: "No, it's because I know too little about this profession."

Miss Qing gave a faint, self-deprecating smile.

"Actually, it's okay to say it doesn't look like me. I don't think it looks like me either. People have been describing me like that since the first day of my debut."

"Aoike Akane is not a true idol."

Akane Aochi... Is that Miss Ao's name?

Miyazawa Itsuki felt a sense of familiarity.

Memories began to resurface in my mind.

One of the members of that super popular girl idol group called "Star Colors" has a name similar to this.

"So, Miss Qing is a member of that famous group."

"Does the young man still remember us?"

"I've heard of it."

Akane Aoike looked sullen.

"Does the guy know our group but not me?"

"I'm sorry, my knowledge in this area is limited to knowing the name of the group."

"Oh, so you mean the young man doesn't know anyone?"

"That's it."

The unhappiness on Aochi Akane's face quickly disappeared.

"Then, from now on, young man, we'll be acquainted with Qingchi Qian. I hope you'll continue to support me."

"Of course, Miss Qing is an important customer of my shop. Of course I will support her."

"Zero points, say it again," Qingchi Qian said, dissatisfied.

"Huh?" Miyazawa Itsuki was stunned for a moment, then quickly used the other half of her brain that belonged to her rented boyfriend.

"What I mean is, from now on I will be a loyal fan of Ms. Aoike Akane. Even at group handshake events, I will only line up for Ms. Aoike."

"There wasn't a handshake event," Aochi Akane said contentedly. "But that was a pretty good answer; I'd give the young man a passing grade."

"I'd really like to know what the perfect answer is."

"I can't say," Aochi Akane refused to reveal.

Miyazawa Itsuki regrets that he has lost the opportunity to improve his skills.

He looked around at the decorations and suddenly remembered something.

Ah, so that means I've entered the room of a super popular idol?

Even as a fan. Although I've only been a fan for a short time.

Judging from Aochi Akane's nonchalant expression, she didn't seem to find anything wrong with it.