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

Chapter 14 Despite the difficulties, it is not impossible for Inoue to become Prime Minister
Saotome pouted and made a face at him, and the corridor fell silent for a moment.

Amano flipped through three portrait practice drawings and handed them to the thief Saotome without thinking - didn't this person think that the things should be returned to their original owners at this time? - she looked at him scrutinizingly, her pretty brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Then he took three or two steps and walked to one meter in front of him.

"Hands," she said, looking into his eyes.

"hand?"

"..."

Amano was silent for a moment, then suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled his right hand in front of him.

Observe carefully.

"Why..." He wondered quietly as he watched.

He doesn't look mentally normal.

As expected. How could I possibly like the guy described in the system if I didn't have some mental issues?

Amano's hands were a little smaller than his, with distinct joints and long, slender fingers. His thumb, which was not gripping too hard, was bent backwards at an unnatural angle.

It feels slightly cool to the touch.

"Why? Palmistry? Palmistry is only accurate on the left hand for men. Fortune tellers say I can live to be 120 years old."

Of course, this is pure nonsense. In his previous life, a fortune teller said that he would be blessed with great fortune in the future, but he never lived a very good life.

Amano ignored him, released his wrist, and looked at him, "You hold the brush with your left hand?"

"I use my feet," he replied. "To be honest, I can draw with both hands and feet."

"Bullshit!" Saotome couldn't help but interrupt.

Amano fell silent again, folding his arms and supporting his chin with one hand. He thought for a moment and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Incredible..." She looked at him and said, "Inoue-san is not a psychopath."

“…” He should have just left. Staying was a waste of time.

"Mental illness?" Saotome was curious.

"Amano-san thought I was her fellow patient."

"Oh...!" Saotome frowned, thought, clapped her hands, and suddenly realized - "Code!"

It would be a mistake to pay attention to her, he really had to leave.

"How did you do that?" Amano continued to ask him, but the question was more normal. "Art and piano."

He also suddenly realized that Amano was looking at the calluses on his hands.

"perhaps……"

He thought for a while,

"Work hard and sweat."

After not responding truthfully, he turned and walked towards the corridor leading to the school building.

He borrowed math and Chinese notebooks today. Even though there were a lot of knowledge points that he had already mastered, it would still take him a long time to copy down the rest.

There is no time to communicate with the mentally ill here.

After Inoue left, Amano was about to raise his leg to catch up, but after taking a step, he stopped, turned around, looked at the piano classroom which had not yet been locked, and greeted Nodose.

"Inoue-san's classmates in the art club—"

"Ichinose."

"Amano. Ichinose-san," Amano paused and continued, "What's the standard of Inoue-san's painting skills among art majors..."

……

……

"Art... no, watercolor skills..."

[Querying]

It is rare to see streets lit by the setting sun in Tokyo.

There are tall buildings everywhere, completely blocking the setting sun.

The riverside park near the boarding house is indeed a good place to watch the sunset.

By the way, is this kind of information a tradable item among photography enthusiasts?

The route from the high school to the boarding house was not much shorter by taking Commercial Street than by going around the river.

Inoue's daily morning run also took him along the riverbank. He walked along the riverbank, waiting for the system to respond, while watching the shimmering light on the river's surface.

He still remembered that when he touched the piano to trigger the system store, the last item displayed in the [Piano] column was [No Price Yet].

in case,

If the so-called purchase condition refers to talent...

【Products found】

Skill: Art - Watercolor - 18939 Points (Lv. 5) / Price Not Available (Lv. 6)

【Note 1: The options with no value have been collapsed.】

【Note 2: A discount has been given based on the host's current progress.】

He stopped.

The world suddenly became quiet.

The sound of a bicycle bell rang in his ears, passing by him and quickly fading away.

The floating virtual fonts before his eyes shattered, scattered, and spread out in disorder across the entire screen like broken continental plates.

Only the [No Price Yet] before [Lv.6] becomes clearer.

It enlarged and enlarged before his eyes... until it occupied his entire field of vision.

On the other side, birds flapped their wings and flew low over the river in flocks, flashing by the corner of his eye.

He closed his eyes, feeling the dizziness in his heart as if he didn't know where he was. He closed the system page, took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, raised his legs and ran forward.

I ran along the riverside, ran into the fork in the road leading to the riverside park, ran to the riverside where the stairs led all the way to the bottom of the river, threw my backpack on the grass in the park, and plunged into the icy river water, which was of unknown depth.

With a heart full of emotions that I didn't know how to express, I swam from the river bank to the other side, and then swam back from the other side.

Don’t think about what to do tomorrow if your only school uniform gets wet, don’t think about whether you’ll get sick or catch a cold, don’t think about whether the shoulder bag you put on the shore will be stolen... throw all thoughts aside.

Watching the people walking in the riverside park gradually gather, I raised my hand and greeted them.

"System, how many points are required for the swimming skill?"

【Products found】

【Price estimation】

【技能：游泳——7520积分（Lv.3）/37520积分（Lv.4）/87520积分（Lv.5）/暂无售价（Lv.6）】

"I understand. It's none of your business."

The gods of this world are truly powerful. With just four casual words like "no price yet", they can judge a person's upper limit.

Ha! If only he had something like this in his previous life. Just one look at it before learning to paint would have changed his life forever.

"Hey!" He kept floating in the middle of the river and shouted loudly, "People on the riverbank, listen!"

"Calling for us?"

"What did he say...?"

“Come up quickly—!”

He took another deep breath—

"From today on, I have decided to run for Prime Minister in the future!
"You will definitely see my name and my photo again on TV, in newspapers, and on all the news in the future!"

"Prime Minister?", "What are you talking about...", "Are you mentally ill..."

He raised one hand high, his soaked sleeve clinging to his not-so-strong arm, and shouted, "Remember to vote for me when the time comes!"

People on the shore were whispering to each other, each with a different expression.

Some people were laughing at him, while others were looking around and walking towards his shoulder bag on the shore...

Wait, a shoulder bag?
"Hey, future Prime Minister!" the young man, holding up the shoulder bag, shouted at him mockingly, "I will definitely vote for you. Just give me the contents of this bag!"

“…Don’t run!”

He put away his arms that united the people and swam hard towards the river bank.

"Help me stop him! When I become Prime Minister, I'll give each of you a 500 hourly wage increase!"

A burst of laughter broke out in the crowd.

"Only a 500 yuan increase?" Some people are greedy.

"Yes, Prime Minister!" Some people have already obeyed and chased after the criminals who trampled on the bottom line of social morality.

He has memorized everyone's appearance, and when the time comes, no one will be able to escape when the reward or punishment comes!
(End of this chapter)