Tokyo Psychic

Someone wrote on the blackboard with chalk, "Welcome to the new semester, spring break homework will be checked next Monday", "There will be an additional exam next Wednesday, please prepare well"... These are the words that would shock middle school students.

It's such an ordinary life that you can see the end of it at a glance.

Thinking of this, Kurusu Akatsuki pushed open the metal door of the classroom and walked towards the empty seat by the window with his textbooks in his arms.

"It's a new classmate I haven't met yet."

"Is he a transfer student?"

The boys who were playing the card game all noticed Kurusu Akatsuki's appearance.

"Damn, even though he's wearing glasses, you can tell he's an incredibly handsome guy."

"Oh, now the 'rare resources' in the class have to be redistributed and competed for again."

"..."

Kurusu Akatsuki selectively ignored their discussions, and immediately chose a window seat in the second-to-last row, stuffing his textbooks into the desk.

Most of the protagonists of youth campus anime sit in this place.

Kurusu Akatsuki, who returned to high school after six years, felt a subtle chill running through her buttocks and throughout her body the moment she sat on the bench, and she couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

At least I don’t have “nothing” anymore.

Kurusu Akatsuki thought, now I have a set of textbooks and an identity as a high school student.

It can be said that this is a historic breakthrough from "0" to "1".

*

After leaving the school gate, Kurusu Xiao stood on the street of Cangshan 1-chome with his mobile phone in hand. While walking, he searched the Internet for rental prices around the campus.

He just took a quick glance and his eyebrows were tightly knitted together.

With rental rates like this...it seems I'll have to stay in a capsule hotel for a while.

He changed his goal and started looking for a suitable part-time job.

In fact, he thought about navigating to the nearest bank to check whether he had any debt problems, but when he thought about it carefully, he did not have any documents to prove that he was "Amamiya Ren", and he was afraid that the bank staff would not help him.

I wish I actually had a backpack that was accidentally lost somewhere.

Kurusu Akatsuki was hoping for no reason, hoping that maybe he could try his luck and find it in the lost and found notice.

......

Bang, bang.

The wheels and tracks quickly intersected, making a dull vibration.

The polished semi-elliptical metal shell emitted dazzling spots of light in the sunlight. The train came from afar with the roar of the engine and the clanging sound of metal colliding.

Several pine trees were planted beside the gravel, their lush green leaves swaying in the wind.

Inside the Tokyo Shinkansen carriages, the arrival announcements repeated in Japanese and English are exceptionally loud.

The brown-haired girl who was sleeping soundly curled up in the seat was woken up in a daze. She took off the Bluetooth headphones that were playing light rock music, picked up the suitcase beside her with sleepy eyes and was about to get up.

Hmm? This is...?

She saw a bulging schoolbag and an electric guitar in its case on the shelf above her head.

Looking around, I found that everyone in the carriage had left.

The attendants seemed to be busy in other carriages.

Well...after all, we have reached the final destination.

The girl lamented, then stood on tiptoe and carried down the heavy schoolbag and piano case with great difficulty.

But she obviously overestimated her strength.

thump.

The piano case and schoolbag fell to the ground together, making a loud, dull sound in the empty carriage.

A bunch of messy documents were scattered out of the unzipped backpack.

The girl jumped up like a frightened squirrel, and immediately closed her eyes and bowed repeatedly to apologize to the owner who did not exist there.

It seems that doing this can alleviate the guilt and regret in my heart to a certain extent.

After a while, she opened her eyes cautiously and found a student ID card lying on the back of her foot.

Excuse me... the girl thought to herself, and then reached out tremblingly to the student ID card that had opened by itself during the fall.

The photo on the ID card was of a rather handsome boy, without glasses, but with a gloomy face in front of the camera, as if he was attending a funeral.

Those lifeless and empty eyes make people subconsciously feel worried and pity.

Printing is clearly visible on the other side of the photo.

【Private Shujin Gakuen High School. 】

[Second grade, Class D, Amamiya Ren.]

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005. "Jingqin Rencai"

“I can’t find a job.”

The fifteenth time, he was rejected by the kind-looking owner of a holiday hotel.

Kurusu Akatsuki stood on the street of Shibuya Central Street, holding a bottle of mineral water and looking back at the crowds of people in the bright sunshine.

As a super illegal immigrant who doesn't have a resident certificate, health insurance card, basic resident register... or even a student ID, if I want to find a part-time job with enough salary to cover my studies and rent with just my good looks, then there is probably only one way left.

Kurusu Akatsuki took steps towards the tram stop with some difficulty, as if every step was on soft sand. An invisible tide surged in with the crowded crowd, flooding over his ankles, a bone-chilling chill.

Is there freedom or the enemy on the other side of the sea?

He didn't dare go any deeper.

Standing in the underground passage of the tram station, Kurusu Akatsuki looked up at the sign heading to Shinjuku.

As we all know, the largest red-light district in Japan, the famous "Kabukicho" is located in Shinjuku District, Tokyo.

There is a developed gigolo industry there.

Kurusu Akatsuki came to his senses and looked at the promotional poster for "Attack on Titan: The Final Season" posted next to the Shinjuku Line waiting hall a little further away.

Well, Kurusu Akatsuki, imagine what "Eren Yeager" would do at this time...

All he could remember was the ending of the third season of the anime "Attack on Titan", where Eren walked through the sea in a daze, then pointed at the sea level and said that he would have true freedom if he killed all the enemies on the other side of the sea.

So what "Eren Yeager" means is that as long as Kurusu Akatsuki kills all the gigolos in Kabukicho Ichibangai through internal competition, he can dominate the gigolo world as a king and achieve financial freedom.

Then his life is really over.

I couldn't imagine what Igor and Lavenda would think of me if I ever entered the Velvet Room.

In the end, Kurusu Akatsuki did not dare to open the door to the new world.

It's better to do some low-paying job.

For example, a convenience store clerk.

Thinking of this, he was about to open the phone book in his mobile phone.

After more than a dozen failed job searches today, Kurusu Akatsuki's pride as a "Thief of the Mind" was about to be worn away. Like a piece of coral, he stuck in the surging crowd, his head bent over his phone. After a moment's hesitation, he chose to dial the only contact in his phone book.

"Hello, is this Mr. Sakura?"

"Oh, Kurusu, what's wrong?"

"Is Mr. Sakura's cafe usually busy?"

"Not really... Actually, you wanted to come to my place to work part-time, right?"

"As expected of an experienced store manager."

After a few simple compliments, Kurusu Akatsuki covered the receiver of his cell phone and squeezed out of the crowd, walking all the way to a dark corner where a fire hydrant was installed.

"I really need this part-time job."

"No problem. School has started recently, and we've had more and more young customers. It's good to have someone of the same age to help us communicate."

I could hear obvious laughter coming from the other end of the line, but it quickly stopped.

"I have something urgent to deal with. You can come to the store to talk to me about the part-time job later... You should still remember LeBron's location, right? Do you need me to send you a location?"

Sakura Sojiro's tone suddenly quickened.

Kurusu Akatsuki leaned against the wall with his hands. His instinctive professionalism made him subconsciously express concern that was almost offensive. "Is Mr. Sakura in trouble?"

"Don't worry about it, kid. Okay, I'm hanging up. Remember to come before 9 p.m., or LeBron will close the shop."

Sakura Sojiro seemed to have regained his smile, and even through the phone one could sense some gentleness in his tone.

The phone hangs up.

The owner of the coffee shop put away the smile on his face and looked at the girl standing at the door carrying a lot of bags with a headache.

"You are Jing Qin Rencai, right?"

The girl bowed quickly, her short brown hair swaying with the big movement.

"Yes! I'm Jing Qin Rencai... I'll be in your care from now on!"

Sakura Sojiro nodded.

"I'm Sakura, Sakura Sojiro. You'll be living in my house for the next two years."

"Your father always calls you 'troublesome' or 'annoying' and asks me to supervise you more closely and make sure you finish your studies." He took off his glasses and rubbed his sore temples helplessly. "I thought you'd be a naughty brat, but you turned out to be like this."

Jing Qin Rencai is a very beautiful girl and should be very popular among boys, but she looks a little rash and is the type that makes mistakes easily and is therefore annoying. It is no wonder that she is treated like that in school.

I'll probably have to teach her a lot of things on behalf of her parents in the future.

Alas, those two stubborn Kumamoto guys who don't know how to adapt can't even teach their own daughter who they have watched grow up...

Sakura Sojiro thought so, then walked over to help I Serina lift the heavy violin case.

"Wait! That... isn't..."

Jing Serina seemed to be panicked all of a sudden, waving her hands repeatedly and explaining to Sakura Sojiro incoherently.

"So that's what it is. Someone else left something in the carriage."

"I originally wanted to send it to the Metropolitan Police Department, but I need to take a taxi, which will cost a lot of money." Jing Qinrencai clasped her hands together anxiously.

"So, do you have the owner's contact information?"

"Maybe there is..." Jing Qinrencai handed over the bulging black schoolbag with some difficulty.

"The owner is a boy named Amamiya Ren, who is studying at Shujin High School." At this point, she hurriedly explained to Sakura Sojiro, "I just accidentally saw his student ID card. I didn't mean to peek on purpose."

Sakura Sojiro nodded again, and his impression of Isen Rina improved a little.

Then he took the backpack, exclaimed "It's so heavy", put it on the empty dining table next to him, and unzipped it.

There are no customers in the store now, and there is an "OFF" sign hanging outside the door, which makes it suitable for searching for the owner's personal information.

Sojiro Sakura opened Amamiya Ren's schoolbag and found a certificate of residence from the gap between a pile of clothes that were stuffed in it.

After that, I stopped touching other items in my schoolbag based on my principles.

The phone number is... Sakura Sojiro took out his cell phone and started entering the numbers one by one.

After the input was completed, a contact with the note "Kurisu Akatsuki" popped up on the screen.

The middle-aged man's expression and movements froze instantly.

For example, the "Molyblin" in "The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild" who was fixed in place by Link's skills looked a bit funny.

*

The evening news show was playing on the tram's radio.

The host danced back and forth among countless screenshots of news reports.