Tokyo: Who would still fall in love after being spoiled?

Chapter 11: As for the current situation, Amano is in distress

[Mission: Help Amano Sou complete the task of teaching in place of the piano teacher.]

[Reward: 100000 points]

He stared at the reward line for a long time, and even carefully counted the number of "0".

One hundred thousand points, if converted only in monetary terms, is equivalent to twenty million yen.

If he continues at the pace he took on drawings last year, it would probably take him five years to save up enough money, excluding living expenses.

You know, a cheaper house in the Tokyo suburbs can be bought for tens of millions of yen. Let him save up on his own. Even if he earns more money every year in the future, it will take him 10 to 20 years to save up.

In fact, his original plan was to bring his parents to Tokyo by the time he was around 35 years old.

The so-called system is worthy of being a means of God, and the task rewards can be set at will.

He could hardly imagine how dangerous Amano Kanade could be, to be able to assess the risk value of such a mission to be as high as 100,000 points.

Wasn't it really because of his actions over the past two days that he decided to lure him astray with a high reward?

"So... this lover is the one you really like? No wonder you left it to the end to draw."

Saotome's voice broke the brief silence.

He came to his senses and saw her pointing at Takeda on the easel.

"no……"

He looked at the painting, thinking about how to clear up the misunderstanding. He picked up the pen thrown into the bucket, dipped it in some paint, and lengthened the cotton socks that wrapped Takeda's calves.

"That's right." After finishing the painting, he nodded and added.

Saotome fell silent, then suddenly lifted her skirt, checked the length of her socks, and blurted out—

"……abnormal!"

"Isn't fashion design at the university restricted to males and females? Perhaps the socks Saotome-san is wearing were designed by a male designer."

"Ahhh! I can't stand it at all. Pervert! Disgusting! Pervert! Foot fetish! So scary..." Saotome stepped back repeatedly and suddenly hugged Ichinose from behind, complaining as if begging for help, "Ichinose! Let's quit the art club! Come to my house and draw. I'll beat the drums and gongs to drive out that guy upstairs who plays music and dances all day long."

"Saotome..." Ichinose raised one hand, held down her little hand that was touching her chest, and called her helplessly.

"Just call the police right away for things like this. Acting like a rogue will only make things more troublesome, right?" He couldn't help but complain when he heard the last part.

"That's right! I should call the police right now and have them arrest you, a foot fetish pervert!"

"It's just a painting. It's perfectly normal for Inoue-san to modify the contents of the scroll, Saotome."

"But he said this was his lover! He has several other lovers, a jerk who's been dating multiple times! Terrible!"

"Inoue-san is just trying to please you...it's normal for each portrait to have different characteristics when practicing."

"Waaaaaa - Ichinose, you've changed! Ever since I met Inoue-san, you haven't spoken up for me!" After finding no excuse, Saotome started to act like a rogue again, crying and making a fuss.

He took the opportunity to get up from his seat and slip away.

"Look! This guy only cares about himself." Saotome's voice followed him for a long time before it stopped.

When I passed by the piano classroom window again, Amano had already left. The only people left in the classroom were the two people I chatted with that day and a third girl who was presumably named "Sakurai".

"Sakurai! There's no way someone like that can teach us!"

"After all, she's just an ordinary student who's still in the country even in her second year of high school, right? No matter how amazing she is, she can't compare to the teacher, right?"

"That's right! When Sakurai said 'a very powerful foreign aid', I thought it was a teacher..."

A flurry of complaints reached his ears as he passed by.

"Sou-chan is just...a bit difficult to get along with, but her piano skills are really amazing..."

"Look! In fact, compared to us, Sakurai-san prefers to be with her, right? While talking about 'powerful foreign aid', you drag her into the piano club... Are you trying to force us to quit?" "That's not the case..."

"What is that!"

"Kimura..."

"Kato! Don't you think Sakurai-san's behavior is a bit excessive?"

"What you just said..."

"..."

He walked through the corridor, and the arguments in the piano classroom gradually faded away as the distance grew farther.

Relationships, weight, personality, stance...arguments arise from nothing more than the above reasons.

Kimura, Kato, Sakurai, and Saotome, if she wasn't just complaining.

If you want to complete the 100,000-point mission, you must resolve the conflict they had with Amano...

trouble.

He used the time between school and the dorm to think about where to begin in order to complete his mission. Even after returning to his room, he still hadn't come up with a clear enough idea, so he pushed the matter out of his mind, lay down on his bed, and searched for dinner recommendations on his phone.

He didn't have to do the system tasks. Even if the reward was one million points, it wouldn't be a reason for him to do it.

The choice of doing it or not is his, and he must let the guy who gave him the system know about it.

"Hand-Pulled Noodle……"

A thought suddenly popped into his mind - is treating someone to ramen also considered a date?
If he said he was treating her first, and then asked for the money back the next day, then he wouldn't have to worry about Takeda falling in love with him, right?

"..."

He turned off the phone screen, closed his eyes, slapped his forehead, and sighed.

Why would he even consider such a stupid thing?

Hey~
[Taketa requests to add a friend]
The screen suddenly lit up and he opened his eyes.

"..."

Give it a try.

With this in mind, he unlocked his phone and clicked to agree.

[Taketa: Stupid pig! ]
[Takeda: A little bit!]
[Inoue: Do you want to go eat ramen together? I'll treat you. (The other party has deleted the friend)]
"..."

A reminder popped up on the screen that the message was not sent successfully, which made him stunned and couldn't help laughing.

Never mind, eating alone is just what he wants.

He stood up from the bed, stretched his shoulders which were a little sore from painting all day, washed his face with cold water, cheered himself up, and walked downstairs.

This was the first time in his life that he had managed to wind up a full day. He had been languishing for so long that even the slightest effort made him feel languid.

It seems that the decadence and laziness in his body, like his painting skills, will take some time to adapt before they can be completely eliminated.

This is only the first day, there is still a lot to come!
Walking around the flower bed and passing by the smooth and straight flagpole, he took a deep breath and forced the laziness in his body out with the breath.

He straightened his shoulders and quickened his pace towards the ramen shop.

Order a family photo! Treat yourself.

It was a shame that Takeda didn't get to have a taste of it.

(End of this chapter)