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

Chapter 111: One-time Breakfast
"He died again, it's your turn."

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"Come on... you were almost there! What a shame..."

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"Hey, Inoue! I see the hot water is ready. Go take a shower first. I'll try to make sure I'm alive when you come back."

"'Promise to be alive when I come back.'" He was battling a giant pig on the grassland, and he had defeated the three little pigs beside the giant pig one by one. He heard Takeda's words and repeated them in a rhythmic manner, knowing her plan.

"Believe in my strength!" Takeda saw him using the bow and arrow tied with the fire stone to consume the blood of the big red pig, and he boasted without any guilt.

"Wait a minute..." The red pig's weapon was a one-handed straight sword, but one move involved a two-handed horizontal slash, and another involved a headbutt. After observing all the moves, he dodged the horizontal slash, used a branch to drain HP during bullet time, and then quickly pulled away before being hit.

After several maneuvers, the weak defeated the strong cleanly and efficiently, and the battle was resolved.

"Okay." He handed the handle to Takeda.

After being born on the initial plateau, both he and Takeda explored and wandered almost aimlessly on the map.

There are task reminders, but they are always forgotten.

The entire hour was spent fighting with the piglins in the grassland or roadside tribes and collecting spoils.

Although Takeda was not very familiar with the operation, he played very seriously. After mastering the skills, he was able to easily defeat the small pig Brin. However, he never thought of using various props or the surrounding terrain to gain advantages for himself.

As soon as he enters the battle, it is like entering the octagonal cage where he must fight to the death. In most cases, he gains control of the controller after this.

"I promise to live until you come back!" Takeda assured him again, sticking out his tongue.

"I believe you." He nodded in response, actually not caring how many times Takeda would be resurrected.

He walked into his bedroom, picked up his underwear and pajamas, and glanced at the digital clock standing on the desk.

Time had unknowingly reached past 1:20 in the morning, but he was unaware of it, as if the time had passed in the blink of an eye.

He paused at his desk, taking a moment to process this, as if for the first time he felt so clearly the irreversible passage of time.

After taking a bath and changing into pajamas, I returned to the living room. Takeda was strolling on the grassland, carrying a simple little wooden shield on his back and holding some branches that could be found everywhere.

They had not yet captured any horses, so they had to rely entirely on their legs to travel.

He sat on the sofa and watched Takeda sweeping away all the pickable items he saw and stuffing them into his backpack, and finally he slipped and fell off the cliff.

"Okay, it's your turn." Takeda handed over the controller and couldn't help yawning. "Is there any hot water left?"

"We'll probably have to wait a while." The water produced by the water heater is not enough to fill the bathtub twice.

If you don't change the water in the bathtub, it can generally be used by a family of three after cleaning it.

This was the case when he was in his hometown. Because they didn't change the water in the bathtub, they strictly fixed the order of washing - he always soaked in the bathtub first to enjoy the cleanest water, then his mother came second, and finally his father.

Occasionally, he would let his mother take a bath first, and he and his father would take a bath together.

"Oh..." Takeda seemed to be about to say something, but after seeing him take the handle and go into a temple on the side of the road that was of unknown use, he fell silent again.

After the hot water was boiled again, Takeda left the living room reluctantly. He saved his progress and exited the game.

I went back to the bedroom and the electronic clock on the desk showed 2:30.

Lying in bed, emptying his mind, his active mood gradually subsided, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he would still remember his battle with the big red pig, and how Takeda cheated and fought for the controller in order to prove that he could beat the piglin.

I think of love like a bouquet of flowers and the birth, aging, sickness and death of human beings. I think of Takeda's love for cats because of their meows and their lifestyle...

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

I stood up, picked up the wired headphones on the desk, plugged them into my phone, selected stereo mode on the music app, and listened to "Hey Jude", "The Rooftop", and "Norwegian Wood"...

Finally, I fell into a deep sleep in the middle of the night, not knowing what time it was.

When I woke up the next day, it was already bright outside the window.

He squinted his eyes, stretched himself, and felt a long-lost sense of comfort.

This comfort did not come from a good rest - he seldom dreamed, and his sleep quality was always guaranteed.

It wasn't a matter of laziness in his schedule—he had done nothing and just relaxed for a few days before, but he had never felt like he did at the moment.

At this moment, he didn't think about what time it was, what to do next, or what the exceptionally bright light coming through the window meant.

Don't think about the wind band, illustration and painting competitions, don't think about anything about yourself, just follow your body's instincts and act.

It was time to get up, so he got dressed and got out of bed.

I was hungry and smelled the faint aroma of fried fish and eggs coming from outside the door, so I pushed the door open and walked into the living room.

Wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, plaid skirt and an apron, Takeda was busy behind the kitchen counter.

Her smooth black hair was tied into a high ponytail so as not to affect cooking.

There were fried thick omelets and sweetfish on the table, and the steamed rice also had a fragrant aroma, with each grain plump and distinct.

There was an ordinary tofu and green onion miso soup cooking in the pot, but it smelled extraordinary to him and whetted his appetite.

"Go wash up first." Takeda ordered when he saw him pick up an empty bowl, approach the soup pot, and take the soup spoon out of the pot.

"Dede..." He had no choice but to put the bowl down.

Zhutian was also stir-frying bitter melon in a pan, with green peppers cut into diamond-shaped slices.

There was a basin in the reservoir with washed tomatoes and cucumbers in it.

"Are you hungry?" Takeda asked with amusement as he watched him put down the bowl.

"I'm hungry." He rubbed his stomach.

"Of course! Do you know what time it is?"

"I don't know."

"It's almost eleven o'clock."

He finally sobered up a bit, "Don't we still have to report? It won't delay us?"

"We can go in the afternoon," Takeda said. "We have all day today."

"Did you take a day off from the grocery store tonight?"

"Well, let my colleague who works part-time this afternoon take my place."

"I understand..." He yawned and went to the bathroom to wash up.

I took a handful of cold water, splashed it on my face, repeated it several times, and then I felt refreshed. I subconsciously combed my messy hair in front of the mirror.

Thinking of Takeda's well-reasoned theory yesterday, she ruffled her freshly combed hair, brushed her teeth, returned to the dining room, and sat down at the dining table.

"Why don't you comb your hair?" Takeda asked, glancing at the mess he had made on purpose.

"Isn't it to attract attention?" He asked without much thought.

Takeda laughed again, ran up behind him, and scratched his messy hair. Then he returned to his chair and stared at him for a while. "This is great too. You really don't need to comb it." He seemed quite satisfied.

While he was brushing his teeth, Takeda had already served him rice and miso soup.

He drank two sips of soup, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the fish meat, put it on the rice, and put it into his mouth.

"Delicious? Even though it's very ordinary." Takeda asked him softly, as if he was not very satisfied with the breakfast.

She blinked her clear, sparkling eyes, her eyelashes long and perfectly curled, and her eyes reflected his shadow.

"You know what kind of Asahi set meal they have at all those taverns? It's 230 yen."

“I think I’ve seen it while shopping.”

"This breakfast," he said, picking up another piece of fish, "is two thousand three hundred yen."

Takeda chuckled, "Is it really that delicious?"

"I will eat it every day." He continued what he had just said.

"Are you saying that 2,300 yen is too cheap?"

"The value of some dishes cannot be measured by price." He took another sip of miso soup, and the warmth entered his stomach and then spread to every part of his body.

If he had a bowl of miso soup like this in the morning on winter, it would be better than stuffing any delicious bread into his mouth.

Takeda just watched him eat with a smile on his face, and only picked up his chopsticks when he had finished most of the fried fish.

"Don't like bitter melon?"

"When it comes to eating, I always believe that it's better to have sweet food first and bitter food later."

In fact, Takeda handles the bitter melon very well, and almost no bitterness is retained. At the same time, the seasoning is just right. The light salt taste can also bring out the sweet aftertaste of the bitter melon.

The green peppers used are also a completely non-spicy type, and the texture remains crispy after being fried.

“How can it be bitter…” Takeda used this as an excuse and only extended his chopsticks towards the bitter melon, chewing it carefully and swallowing it with rice.

Only when he announced that he was full did the fried fish and omelette be brought to him, and he finished them all with rice.

He drank another bowl of miso soup, his forehead slightly sweaty. He went to the coffee table, picked up the air conditioner remote control, and turned down the temperature.

After dinner, he and Takeda cleaned the kitchen counter together. Takeda washed the dishes, chopsticks, pots and spoons, and then he drained the water, wiped them dry, and put them in the cupboard.

"Hey, Inoue, have you ever had breakfast at this time before?" After finishing cleaning, Takeda took off her apron, sat on the sofa, and kept changing channels on the TV with the remote control, waving a cucumber in her hand and chatting with him.

"This is probably the first time. Even if it happened before, I don't remember it very well." He answered truthfully in response to Huanggua's question.

"How does it feel?"

"Not bad, if you take a day off like this once in a while."

"Same as me." Takeda stopped at a replay of a mahjong competition program.

The game is nearing its end. The player representing Fenglinhuoshan currently holds 50,000 points, significantly ahead, while the other three are not far behind, and the competition is fierce.

"What's the same?" He subconsciously analyzed their cards and the river information on the table, trying to figure out which of the three players at the table, besides the top position, was closer to a comeback.

"My outlook on life..."

The air conditioner blew cool air, and in the replayed mahjong game, the top player tied with the next player, and the four players were reversed to two players. The sound of crisp bicycle bells and dog barking could be faintly heard outside the window.

Time passed by at a speed he didn't want to feel.

When he came to his senses, he and Takeda were already on the train to Shinjuku.

Report to the office together and sign the paper contract.

When the agent learned that Takeda was a minor, he suggested that it would be better to contact the guardian as well. However, Takeda pulled him into the house without saying anything and said that he was his guardian.

He became the amateur boyfriend of a beautiful sixteen-year-old voice actress who just turned eighteen.

So he read the contract carefully and asked his agent about the slightly ambiguous terms in the contract before he let Takeda sign it with peace of mind.

When he walked out of the office, the girl standing at the front desk bowed to him energetically as she did when he first arrived, causing Takeda to step on his foot in front of the girl.

"There are quite a few people in the hall, please cooperate--" Takeda explained to him in a low voice, feeling at ease.

"Not revenge?"

"As my boyfriend, how can you flirt with other women in the office?" Takeda said confidently, "If I don't do something like that, someone will say bad things about you like Senior Natsume did."

"I can't hear you." He said indifferently. In fact, he just nodded politely to the girl at the front desk.

"But I can hear it!" Takeda raised his voice.

"Don't want to hear people say bad things about me?" He understood.

"Of course! Do you like hearing people talk about me?"

"do not like."

"..."

After leaving the office, Takeda stopped pretending and smiled without caring about his image. He even patted him on the shoulder and said, "Your acting is good! Junior Inoue."

They boarded the same-going tram together and listened to music through his headphones.

After that, he got off the station first, as the hospital was further away.

As he strolled back to the deserted streets of the old residential area, "Cry on My Shoulder" was still playing in his wireless headphones.

Takeda sent a message on Line saying that there was no sound from the earphones on his right ear, and asked if he had turned off the music.

He subconsciously explained the operation mode of wireless headphones, but Takeda, who was asked such a question, said, "Stupid Inoue."

Passing by the wild cat cattery, he looked into the yard. The door was locked from the outside and it seemed that there was still no one there.

The watermelon at the entrance has transformed into a calico cat curled up for a nap.

When he returned home, he suddenly felt that time had slowed down again and everything around him was silent.

He turned on the air conditioner, listened to the humming of the outdoor unit, and felt the gusts of cold air blowing in from the air outlet.

I turned on the TV, but couldn't find any program I wanted to watch, and suddenly I had the idea of getting a cat.

If you talk to the cattery owner in a friendly manner and build a good relationship with the cat you want to adopt, it shouldn't be difficult.

He turned on the game console, connected it to the TV screen, opened Zelda, and could see the progress saved at around 2:50 last night.

I quit Zelda and bought a few more games from the console store, including previous games in the same series, Pokemon, and some small game collections that I often heard girls in my class talking about.

After the download was complete, I had no intention of opening the game to play.

The sense of stagnant time continued to grow from the bottom of his heart and spread wantonly.

He wanted to do something to kill this boring time when he didn't know what to do, so he took out his trumpet, stood on the balcony where two people had committed suicide, and played it slowly as if to vent some emotion...

(End of this chapter)