Tokyo: Starting with a fake boyfriend

Once the novelty wore off, Shiratori Osamu settled back into his seat and began planning what to do next.

"After I get home, I'll send a message to Mr. Dongyun to let him know I'm safe."

He was suddenly taken away at noon today, and Shinonome Mizuki is likely to be worried about his safety.

Thinking about it carefully, what I said before we parted was quite frightening: whether there was danger or not depended on the situation, and whether or not to call the police was useless... although these were all true.

Before the negotiations succeeded, Hojo Ryoma was terrifying in every sense of the word, the kind of dangerous person that no one would ever want to be his enemy.

"Then it's just studying, studying, studying, and preparing for the final exams with all my might."

Perhaps Shiratori Osamu had an unexpected gain today. The timeline suddenly converged, and he successfully obtained the talent reward of abundant energy. He also borrowed notes from Konan for "Mathematics III," which will allow him to further improve his study plan.

However, studying is crucial to the conclusion of option ① of "Mizuki Shinonome's Revenge," so he cannot afford to fail. He should finish studying the six high school math textbooks as soon as possible.

Moreover, completing six books is not enough to conclude the course; he also needs to score over 135 points on the final math exam to make a name for himself.

The drive was silent. Unlike Fukuhara, the driver didn't speak to Shiratori Osamu, only asking about the destination before starting the car.

"Mr. Shiratori, we've arrived."

Upon arrival at their destination, the tall, wired driver, who also served as a bodyguard, got out of the car and went to the back seat to help open the door before speaking.

"Thank you."

Politeness and respect are reciprocal. Given the other person's attitude, Shiratori Osamu naturally couldn't be arrogant, so he nodded and got out of the car.

The parking spot wasn't his rented apartment; Yoshinoya was just a dozen meters away.

He planned to eat his fill before going home to prepare for his serious study session that evening.

Among many restaurants, Yoshinoya is definitely the best choice. It's cheap, affordable, and the portions are generous.

"That felt great."

Fifteen minutes later, when Shiratori Osamu walked out of Yoshinoya, he was already full and rubbing his stomach.

This is where he's been eating lately; the food comes out incredibly fast, and the signature beef rice with gravy is quick to enjoy.

After filling his stomach, Shiratori Osamu planned to head straight to his rented apartment, but his gaze froze as he looked around.

Because a Rolls-Royce was parked in the parking lot in front of Yoshinoya, many people were curiously watching.

Although not everyone knows about cars, anyone who isn't blind can tell that a Rolls-Royce, with its extremely luxurious appearance, is very expensive.

Most importantly, a luxury car of this caliber appearing in front of a poor man's diner like Yoshinoya is completely out of place, especially with a man in a suit and tie, who looks like a driver and bodyguard, standing and waiting outside the driver's seat.

In this situation, it's really hard not to be curious.

Seeing this, Shiratori frowned, then turned and tried to slip away.

"Mr. Shiratori, please get in the car."

However, just as he was about to sneak away, the driver, dressed in a suit and tie, ran straight up to him and invited him to join him.

As he moved, the eyes of the more than twenty people watching all fell on Shiratori Shu.

Curiosity, shock, incomprehension, confusion, jealousy, and admiration.

"No, why haven't you left yet?"

He was forcibly stopped, and Shiratori Xiu felt the gazes of passersby. Even though he was still in dual mode, he was almost dying of embarrassment at the scene.

Actually, he wanted to say it around noon: do these people not understand the principle of being humble at all?

The three Rolls-Royces parked directly on the street at the time, which was indeed impressive, but also far too ostentatious.

He also strongly suspected that the guy was illiterate and didn't even know how to write the word "social death".

"Captain Fukuhara's request is to get you home safely. Please cooperate."

The driver responded very seriously to his question.

"..."

Seeing that it was his duty, Shiratori opened his mouth but said nothing, and walked towards the car with a stiff upper lip to cooperate with his work.

Why should working people make things difficult for each other? This guy has had it tough too, being watched by people for even longer.

Yoshinoya is very close to Shiratori Osamu's apartment, only 600 meters away, a short walk away.

After being dropped off at the entrance of his rented apartment by the driver, Shiratori Osamu was once again out of control.

At 7 p.m., residents of the same apartment building are coming and going; some are going home after work, while others are going out for a walk to digest their food.

Faced with everyone's surprised looks, if it weren't for his dual form, Shiratori Shu would have really been on the verge of losing his composure.

Damn it, just because of one wrong decision, I experienced two moments of social death.

Shiratori Shu walked forward expressionlessly, ignoring the strange looks from his neighbors, and began to comfort himself:

"Calm down, calm down. Look on the bright side, this is a way to boost your reputation."

"That guy actually got out of the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, what's going on?"

"Could it be that the delinquent in 302 is a rebellious young master from a powerful family?"

"Wow, it's a Rolls-Royce! That's terrifying!"

Singing a monologue in his mind, Shiratori Osamu began to climb the stairs.

This apartment building is quite old, only three stories high, and doesn't even have an elevator. The advantage is that the rent is very cheap, and the basic infrastructure is relatively complete. The key point is that it has a bed design, not a tatami-style rental.

As he walked up to the third floor, Shiratori reached into his pocket, took out his wallet, and began searching for his keys.

But just as he reached the door and bent down to look for his keys, a glimpse of snow-white suddenly caught his eye.

Those were beautiful feet wearing strappy high heels; even though the hallway lights weren't very bright, the skin was still as white and smooth as jade.

Upon seeing this, Shiratori was startled and looked up.

Black suit trousers, a black suit, a white shirt collar, a stunningly beautiful face, frameless glasses, and purple hair—it was none other than Shinonome Mizuki.

"Teacher Dongyun?"

Seeing her appear before him, Shiratori Osamu felt utterly incredulous.

"call……"

Higashion Mizuki stood with her arms crossed, her beautiful purple eyes scanning his body up and down. Only after confirming that he was not injured did she breathe a sigh of relief, as the huge weight that had been hanging over her heart for so long was finally lifted.

Great! After being taken away by those menacing-looking guys, Shiratori-kun has safely returned home.

"Were you waiting for me? You haven't been waiting for me since noon, have you?"

Although she felt relieved, Shiratori was panicked, having never expected this situation.

"Ah."

Faced with his surprised tone, Shinonome Mizuki opened her mouth, but because she was embarrassed, she didn't say anything and just nodded.

"You were waiting for me at my door, why didn't you send me a message?"

Realizing that she had been waiting since noon, Shiratori couldn't help but ask.

He checked his phone in the car, but didn't see any greetings from Dongyun-sensei, so he decided to contact her again when he got home.

"Because you looked very strange when you were taken away, I'm not sure if my message will affect you... It's like an agent who is on the run and suddenly receives a message and is forced to expose themselves."

"This question is relatively easy to answer," said Shinonome Mizuki, adjusting her glasses and speaking seriously.

Having read extensively and watched countless films, she is definitely not a bad teammate.

"Do you think this is a movie shoot? And even if I really were some kind of secret agent, I would definitely silence my phone when I'm working."

Upon learning this reason, Shiratori Shuu really didn't know how to respond.

"But I don't know your situation. You didn't say I could text you before you left. What if I text you and you get into danger?"

This makes a lot of sense. Shinonome Mizuki was speechless for a moment, and then felt a great sense of injustice rush to her heart. She clenched her fists and argued her case, her clear and melodious voice becoming more like a sob.

Worried about Shiratori Osamu's safety, she waited outside his house for half a day in the sweltering summer heat, wearing a suit and high heels. She was hot and tired, and there were even people trying to harass her.

She finally managed to confirm that he had arrived home safely, but this heartless guy not only didn't offer her a word of comfort, but also blamed her for being so stupid and clumsy.

Faced with her aggrieved accusations, Shiratori saw the mist welling up in her eyes and, without a second's hesitation, immediately opened his arms and pulled her into his embrace.

"!"

Startled by his sudden embrace, Shinonome Mizuki instinctively tried to break free, knowing it would be troublesome if someone saw them.

However, before she could break free, the words that rang in her ears instantly drained all her strength:

"I'm sorry, I should have contacted you sooner."

Chapter 123 Fouls

Faced with Shinonome Mizuki's indignant and aggrieved accusations, Shiratori Osamu realized that she had been waiting for him all afternoon, and his response was unequivocal.

Hug and apologize.

This is not the optimal solution derived after careful consideration, but rather a manifestation of responsiveness.

"..."

Held tightly in his arms and hearing his apology, Shinonome Mizuki's mind went blank.

The six-hour wait, the worry, anxiety, unease, fear, and resentment that had filled my heart, were swept away in an instant.

Because Shiratori Osamu's actions and words clearly indicated his attitude, I regret not contacting you sooner.

This attitude is so strong that it is consistent with words and actions, and cannot be restrained.

"sorry."

He pulled her into his arms and immediately regretted it.

Regret, in essence, is the psychological gap that arises from comparing the actual outcome with the imagined outcome.

Although this pain is caused by self-blame for not doing well, disappointment at missing opportunities, and a sense of powerlessness in the face of not being able to change the past.

But Shiratori Osamu truly regretted it at that moment. Perhaps focusing his mind could forcefully put aside negative emotions, but it was precisely because of this that he could make a more objective judgment on right and wrong.

He could have done things better, such as sending a message to Shinonome Mizuki as soon as he left the house, or having his driver take him home.

But he made all the mistakes. He didn't send a message immediately, nor did he go home right away. He even went to Yoshinoya to eat and drink his fill before leisurely returning home.

Because focused concentration enhances imagination, he was able to imagine many things from the few words he had just heard and the scenes he had witnessed.

While he was enjoying the air conditioning at Hojo's house, eating grapes and apples, drinking iced water, and chatting, Shinonome Mizuki was pacing back and forth in front of his house, waiting in the sweltering heat of mid-July.

Because she was wearing a suit and shirt, she felt hotter than others.

Because of wearing high heels, she would feel even more tired if she stood for a long time.

Because she didn't dare send a message, she didn't dare leave temporarily, fearing she might miss him.

Because her sister-in-law took half of her lunchbox at noon, she's probably still hungry.

Hungry, thirsty, tired, and hot, Shinonome Mizuki had felt really wronged because she thought it was unfair, but after hearing his apology, she suddenly felt that it was all worth it.

"Shiratori-kun, you can't do this to me in public like this. If someone sees us, it'll be a disaster... This is bad."

After her grievances and dissatisfaction were blown away, Shinonome Mizuki regained her composure and felt embarrassed. As she spoke, she gently pushed his chest with her hand, but she suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

What is she pressing on? Is it a pectoral muscle?

The unexpectedly good feel made Shinonome Mizuki give it a squeeze; it really was a pectoral muscle!

Oh my god, Shiratori-kun's body is amazing!

Shiratori Osamu, who was still immersed in regret, felt her movement, and his chaotic thoughts were suddenly swept away, and his consciousness returned to reality.

"?"

Shiratori Osamu glanced down, realized the situation, and froze for a moment.

What's the situation now? Was he sexually assaulted? How should he react?

Even with his experience of past and present lives, he still didn't know how to handle this situation.

After hesitating, Shiratori Osamu wanted to let her do as she pleased, but considering what she had just said, he loosened his embrace.

As Shinonome Mizuki said, they couldn't do this in public; if someone saw them, it would cause them both a lot of trouble.

"Feel sorry……"