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

Chapter 128 Today is the Obon Festival, but he is about to become alone again

With a one in ten chance of good luck, the only train from the small town to Tottori in the morning did not arrive late and stopped on time in front of the station booth with a rusty canopy.

He boarded the train with Amano. The suitcase contained not only two watermelons, but also a can of candied pears and a number of fresh pears. Clothes were placed between the suitcase and the fruits as a cushion.

I also changed into the long-sleeved shirt and wide-leg pants I usually wore in the third grade of junior high school, leaving the dirty clothes at home.

Amano put on the white dress she wore when she came, and her suitcase was stuffed with fruits, including pears, apples and tomatoes.

Not only that, there were two bunches of grapes in the shoulder bag that he was told to eat on the way.

I wonder what his mother would think if she knew that he and Amano hadn't even discussed the time of their return to Tokyo in advance.

"Which seat is Amano-san on?" He looked at the deserted scene outside the train and asked about the plane seat.

"1C."

"1C?" He was 1D, what a coincidence...

JAL's most common domestic aircraft model has a first-class cabin with six seats in one row. When he booked the ticket, there were only three options: 1B, 1D, and 1E.

Now it seems that the probability of being drawn to sit next to Amano is as high as two-thirds.

Grapes are not considered leucorrhea.

"The day you invited me to Tottori, the only first-class tickets left from Tottori to Tokyo today were already available," Amano explained calmly.

"What a coincidence." He said his seat number.

"This is terrifying... You're willing to go to such lengths just to get close to me. What on earth does Inoue-san want from me?" Amano couldn't help but turn away and distance himself.

"Is it true that when I booked my ticket, there were only three first-class seats available? This is just a one-third chance. Isn't it much higher than the probability of the train not being delayed this morning?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the train suddenly slowed down abnormally and stopped in the wilderness.

At the same time, a female voice that he was very familiar with sounded in the carriage.

"An unexpected situation has occurred. The staff is working to resolve it as quickly as possible. We expect to be back on track in ten minutes..."

"..."

"Why are you looking at me? I couldn't have stopped the train."

Amano stopped looking at him and looked out the window.

The train was about to pass through a culvert. They were sitting in a carriage in the middle of the train. Even if they looked out the window, they had no idea what was happening in front of the train.

All you can see outside the window are hills covered with various vegetation, mostly fir and pine trees, with occasional maple trees and magnolias dotted in the distance.

It is summer now, and no matter what kind of tree it is, it is all green wherever you look.

He only took two glances and then lost interest, and started fiddling with his phone.

Amano stared out the window for more than ten minutes until the train started moving again, and then he came to his senses.

"Anything of interest?"

"what?"

“Outside the car window just now.”

"The branch and leaf shapes, crown heights, and trunk thicknesses of different types of evergreen trees, as well as the shrubs growing in the shade... shouldn't these things be more worthy of observation for you?"

"You mean painting? I've already mastered the techniques for painting these scenes. I've seen these trees along the train route countless times. I know exactly how many trees there are and what kind there are."

"It's amazing." Amano could only sigh like this.

He just thought Tianye was praising himself and didn't take it to heart.

The train passed through a culvert and stopped briefly in a seaside town.

Looking out the window, you can see a sea that is completely different from what you see in Tokyo Bay.

The color of this sea seemed deeper and colder than the waters of Tokyo Bay. Apart from the surface of the sea, nothing could be seen: no lighthouse, no seagulls, no fishing boats, no docks, and no anglers...

If you look at it for a long time, you can even feel a chilling sense of desolation rising from the soles of your feet to the top of your head.

Amano just looked at the sea like this, just like when the train stopped outside, and watched until the train started again and drove away from the seaside, then he lowered his eyes and looked away.

This seaside town is the last stop before entering Tottori City.

The train would stop several times on the city's railway tracks. He and Amano got off at the station closest to the airport, took a taxi, and headed to the airport.

"Are you worried about something?" He couldn't help asking while sitting in the taxi.

When they arrived in the city where only various blocky buildings were visible, Amano still spent most of his time looking out the window.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds after he finished speaking that she reacted as if she had just heard it.

"Just killing time." Amano dodged his question. "The same reason you keep fiddling with your phone."

That was fine. Since Amano didn't want to talk to him, he didn't need to ask any more questions.

In a sense, it's better to get along this way.

"At least I can read e-books, browse online news, and reply to messages on Line, text messages and emails by fiddling with my phone," he continued to defend himself.

"So, has anyone sent a message to Inoue-san?" Amano's eyes flickered, and he restrained his empty expression, returning to his normal appearance, and asked him with a chuckle.

"...It's just that the message notifications are muted. To be honest, I was a little too busy to reply."

"Oh, it seems that Inoue-san is really popular."

"Of course, there are countless people in this world who like me." He boasted without any psychological burden.

But the actual situation was that after he returned to Tottori and made Takeda angry, Amano was the only one who had sent him messages on Line.

The mute function was secretly turned on after he boasted.

"Heh." Amano stopped talking, just laughed sarcastically and continued looking out the car window.

He also continued to read the e-books downloaded to his mobile phone to pass the time.

The title of the book is "The Mysterious Island". It is a science fiction novel written by Jules Verne. The narrative is straightforward and there is no need to chew on overly complicated metaphors and core. It only has a mind-opening adventure story, which is very suitable for killing time. It is said to be the sequel to "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea".

He had read the story about the submarine when he was sixteen or seventeen years old in his previous life, but now he had completely forgotten it.

He watched a group of people stranded on a deserted island live in a granite cave, explore and survive on the deserted island, and speculated when the submarine would appear.

When I turned the page again, a reminder that I had received a Line message suddenly popped up at the top of the phone screen.

I suddenly felt a sense of being on a deserted island beach and hearing the constant noise of rescue helicopters.

He pulled the rope ladder that fell from the helicopter, abandoned the expedition team that had just been studying how to make explosives, and left the deserted island first.

The message was from Asakura.

[Asakura: The male lead I mentioned earlier as being perfect for you has already prepared the script.]
[Inoue: Can't find a suitable voice actor?]
[Asakura: It’s just one of the reasons…]
[Inoue: Do you really want me to participate in the dubbing?]
As an illustrator who collaborated with Asakura, he had naturally read the novel of "The Wrong Love" and could guess which character Asakura was talking about.

In short, he is a high school boy who likes to be alone, speaks directly, and has a different way of thinking than ordinary people.

He has a good appearance, but he has long hair and even has a dark history of tattoos from his junior high school days.

In the terms of light novel readers, it is a standard dark corner.

[Asakura: That's part of the reason—for Inoue-san, dubbing this role is like being yourself. He didn't even need to learn basic dubbing techniques. It's the perfect fit.]
[Inoue: Don’t call me senior.]
He stated emphatically.

No matter what, he is now a real second-year high school boy, and Asakura on the other end of the Line is now an adult, which is really hard to accept.

[Asakura: Okay, Inoue-senpai~!]
……never mind.

[Asakura: The remaining one-third of the reason will spoil the rest of the storyline of "The Wrong Love." Inoue-senpai, do you want to hear it?]
[Inoue: Go ahead. To be honest, I'm not particularly interested in the story of "The Wrong Love."]
[Asakura: That's too much!]
What form of Asakura was this when he said this, and what tone of voice should he use to interpret it?

He looked at the screen of his mobile phone, and the scene of their first meeting was still fresh in his memory.

Seeing that he was silent, Asakura stopped talking in riddles.

[Asakura: This boy and the girl voiced by Ms. Takeda are a couple. In the next volume of the novel, one of them will confess and confirm their relationship.]
[Inoue: Really?]
He typed and deleted the characters in the input box, but couldn't find the right words to refuse. Finally, he sent an ambiguous question.

There was a short silence, and perhaps noticing his abnormality, Asakura took the initiative to change the subject.

[Asakura: Are you free today?]
[Inoue: I went back to my hometown two days ago and am about to board a flight back to Tokyo. I left the airport around 11 o'clock.]
[Asakura: Then, are you free to meet me this afternoon? I'm always available.]
He looked at Asakura's message and subconsciously pondered the meaning behind the line of text.

[Inoue: Today is Obon.]
He considered responding to a message.

[Asakura: Yes, that's why I rarely give myself a day off.]
[Inoue: Well, if there is time.]
He finally said this.

Asakura sent him an address, an apartment in Meguro Ward, and said that if he had time, he could go there to meet her.

The conversation ended and the taxi arrived at the airport.

He got off the car with Amano, went through security check in the cool summer breeze that was unique to Tottori, walked into the airport, and boarded a plane to Tokyo.

Sitting in the passenger seat closest to the cockpit at the head of the plane, he felt the plane slowly accelerating on the runway and taking off. He couldn't help but fall into a whirlpool of thoughts, just like Amano who was staring out the window in a daze.

Yes, today is Obon Festival.

In Asakura's opinion, he was probably going to watch the fireworks with Takeda today, and daytime was the perfect time to go shopping and choose a yukata.

If I hadn't noticed his abnormality, why would I have asked him if he had time...

When he came to his senses, the plane had already risen high in the sky.

He glanced at the clouds outside the small window of the plane and patted his head.

There were so many misunderstandings around him that he subconsciously took them seriously.

After getting off the plane and saying goodbye to Amano, I will first find Takeda and apologize to him in person.

(End of this chapter)