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

Chapter 2 Girl, have you ever thought about committing suicide?
In other words, the girl named Amano Kanade who triggered the mission now will become his girlfriend in the future...

On the way to the stadium, Inoue fell into thought.

One thousand points equals 200,000 yen - whose daughter is this, so generous?

Physical education classes are usually taught by both classes, and there is no girl named Amano in Class C.

"Ando, do you know a girl named 'Amano'?" He found the boy who he remembered working in the student union and ran over to ask.

"Amano..." Ando thought for a long time and finally shook his head.

It seemed she was an unknown person. If she was the daughter of some famous family, or a rare beauty, even if the other boys didn't tell her, the well-informed student union would definitely know about her.

Today's sports activity is badminton, and we are divided into groups of two.

He was thinking about an excuse to ask for leave, and saw a boy who was planning to practice wall-pulling alone because his partner had asked for leave, so he pulled him to form a group with his partner.

I used the excuse that I couldn't find anyone to form a team with and found an empty bench to sit on.

Search for the girl named "Amano" among the 10 to 20 girls in Class D.

A high ponytail? Not his strike zone, it seems.

This girl with long black hair... is too beautiful to be her real self.

Wavy curls... She's very popular, like the leader of a small circle, but not really.

He was serious at first, but the more he looked, the more bored he became and he couldn't help yawning.

None of the girls in Class D seemed like they would date him. Given his status as an "ordinary high school boy" in school, and even likely labeled a loner due to his lack of friends, unless she was someone with potential that only he had spotted, how could she possibly make him fall in love with her and still like him?

As soon as I relaxed a little, the fatigue from working on the illustrations all night last night came back to me.

He stood up and sneaked to the vending machine outside the stadium to buy a can of coffee. He drank it while walking on the way back, and when he sat back on the bench, the last drop of coffee had already gone into his stomach.

After a while, half of the bench was occupied by an unfamiliar girl.

"SSR...ah no...D class?" He rated it subconsciously, realized that the wording was inappropriate, and changed his words in time.

Sit down on the other side and conduct a second screening among the girls in Class D.

"Yeah." The girl sitting next to him must have glanced at him, and her crisp and cold voice floated towards him.

"Do you know a girl named 'Amano'?" he asked.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" the girl replied.

He was stunned by the question and turned around. The caffeine gradually began to take effect.

"You?" He came back to his senses and couldn't help but look at the girl's appearance.

Amano nodded slightly and gradually frowned.

She had a delicate and beautiful appearance, an impeccable figure, and a temperament that didn't seem out of place. He also frowned, and subconsciously only had one thought in his mind - how could this woman fall in love with a "lonely, ordinary high school boy"?

"You..." He hesitated and fell into deep thought.

"Ok?"

"Have you got depression?"

Amano frowned, took a deep breath, suppressed a sigh, and shook her head.

“…No,” she said.

"That means you are mentally ill!" he blurted out, then felt offended and wanted to apologize.

But soon an idea came to him. If he made Amano dislike him from now on and keep a good distance from him, they would be just friends at most in the future, and there would be no risk of her becoming his girlfriend.

"...No." Although his face gradually darkened, Amano still answered patiently. "Let me ask you another question... Have you ever thought about suicide..."

"..."

Amano didn't answer this time. He stared at him for a moment, and his brows gradually relaxed.

"Forgot to ask, who are you?"

"Inoue."

"Inoue-san." She looked at the empty coffee can in his hand and asked quietly, "How do you use the soda machine?"

"One hundred yen coin for one bottle. Put it in the coin slot, select the drink you want on the electronic screen, click it, and take it out from the exit below... Never used it?"

"Thank you. Never used it."

Amano stood up from the bench, thanked him politely, and walked towards the vending machine.

"Wait! Amano-san." He remembered the empty can in his hand and called her.

Amano stopped.

"Please throw it in the trash can next to the vending machine."

“…” Amano turned around, looked at him with a puzzled expression, took the empty can, and said nothing more.

When I came back, I had a can of strawberry milk in my hand.

They also have a physical education teacher around them.

"Inoue! Didn't I ask Amano to tell you that you should play badminton with her?" The physical education teacher glanced at Amano who was leisurely drinking strawberry milk and shouted at him.

"Team up?" He looked at Amano, who was still drinking and had no intention of answering him.

"Don't you have anyone to team up with? It just so happens that Amano just transferred to another school today and doesn't have a partner." The physical education teacher continued to question.

Amano finally finished her strawberry milk.

"Sorry..." She seemed to have a fleeting smile on her face and bowed to him politely, "Sorry to bother you, Inoue-san."

He also realized that it was most appropriate to continue this badminton game like this. His first encounter with Amano had been ruined when he asked three questions in a row, so it would be okay to play one more game.

It would be better to say that this strategy is better for him.

It is said that point rewards are a hedge against the risk of future events, so just go for it. As long as you don't make the other party have a good impression of you, there will be no risk in completing as many tasks as you want, right?
"Okay!" He agreed and walked to both sides of the badminton net with Amano.

The effect of caffeine completely dissipated, and his brain felt extremely clear.

The badminton is in his hand, and he serves first in the first round.

On the other side, Amano took out a hairpin that he had brought from somewhere, tied up his long black hair that looked like a waterfall neatly, and picked up the racket.

Noticing the unusual teaming, the two classes of students cast vague glances over.

He threw the badminton into the air and swung the racket with all his strength.

The next moment, Amano threw the light badminton and smashed it back with great force, making a "whoosh!" sound that broke through the wind.

"One to zero!" The physical education teacher brought the scoreboard over at some point and announced loudly.

Amano retracted the swinging racket and landed lightly on the plastic floor. He looked at him and smiled softly.

He was stunned for a moment, ran to pick up the ball, stood back to the position where he had just served, took a deep breath, and became inexplicably excited, his momentum undiminished.

"Come again!"

(End of this chapter)