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

Chapter 21 The rest doesn’t matter
"wait for me?"

Walking out of the boys' dormitory where he was, Zhutian, who had been waiting for him by the flower bed, asked him with a smile, holding two red bean buns in his hands.

"Wait..." He was thinking about the impact it would have on all the teachers and students of Beiying High School if they knew that he was going to be the prime minister.

"I didn't intend to tell anyone about the recording. It would make me look like a villain..." Takeda took out a red bean bun and pointed at him. "You went too far, so I had to bring it out."

"Does not taking it out mean you haven't recorded it?"

"I call this fighting violence with violence!" Takeda was proud and raised the red bean bread to his mouth. "Yes."

So kind?

He reached out to take it, but Takeda moved the red bean bread away from his hand.

He lowered his hand, and Takeda raised the bread back to his mouth.

He took a bite.

"Three hundred yen!" Takeda shouted immediately.

"..."

Or maybe we should just die together! There's nothing wrong with being the Prime Minister. At most, he would have to spare some time every day to handle government affairs. It wouldn't stop him from becoming a famous painter.

On the way to the riverside park, Takeda put the three 100-yen coins that he had forced from him into his wallet.

There were a few more 1000 yen bills in my wallet compared to the day I treated him to ramen, making it look less shabby.

"Grocery store wages, daily payment?"

"The hourly wage is 1,500 yen. How about that?" she said boastfully.

Is it because they are doing illegal business of selling alcohol and cigarettes to minors that they are so generous...

"So-so..."

"Part-time jobs at the Seven Days convenience store only pay 1,000 yen!"

"I can be an art tutor for elementary school students and earn 3,000 yen an hour." He roughly calculated his hourly income from drawing illustrations and other commercial drawings.

With his high delivery rate, he could easily earn 5,000 yen an hour. If he continued drawing for a few more years, his royalties would rise even higher, and earning tens of millions of yen a year wouldn't be a dream.

"With such a bad personality, can you be a good tutor?" Takeda stopped eating red bean bread and questioned him with some jealousy.

"To be honest, I have been teaching for at least twenty-five years."

"Inoue-san...what grade are you in now?"

"Second year at high school."

"Second year, twenty-five years?"

"I actually traveled back from the future, to the other side of the ocean in 2028."

"Do you think I'm stupid..."

After finishing the bread in three or four bites, he suddenly felt that something was missing this morning and subconsciously turned back.

There was nothing behind him.

Amano didn't follow him again today.

He suddenly felt relieved and looked away.

"looking at what?"

"Nothing." As he said that, he looked back again, but still didn't see Amano, and finally he felt relieved.

Amano himself is not scary, but he always thinks of the tragic ending in the system reminder.

Although he himself did not believe in fate, combined with the real existence of the points store, these few lines of words still formed a slight psychological hint for him.

It will probably take some time to completely overcome it.

Before running in the park, Takeda followed the YouTube video tutorial saved on his phone and did a set of stretching exercises.

After starting the race, he started walking after just two laps.

He ran to Takeda, stopped beside him, slowed down his pace, and urged him.

His eyes passed over the dancing bow tie on the front of the sailor uniform.

"Even I'll be late by the time you're done."

"Then let's be late together!" Takeda gave up on himself.

"Your first two laps are invalid." "Ah - so annoying!" Takeda couldn't help but grab his hair.

With his gentle encouragement, I finally gritted my teeth and took a step forward, starting to run again at his deliberately slowed pace.

It seems that he has quite a bit of perseverance...

His thoughts wandered, and he remembered the thick stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi's books in Takeda's wallet.

Question: Under what circumstances would a high school girl living in a boarding house need to pay such a large sum of cash?
The only answer he could think of was special training courses outside the school.

It's just that the training up to now, the breathing, running, lip syncing... it's impossible to tell what they are practicing.

If she wanted to practice wind music, given the girl's current personality, she would definitely bring the instrument to the park.

He heard Takeda's out-of-rhythm breathing, and he came to his senses, realizing that he had unknowingly quickened his pace.

Control yourself and slow down a little.

"Huh?" Takeda was a little slow to react and ran in front of him.

"Fix your breathing." He waited for her to slow down her pace, then couldn't help but ask, "You run mainly to practice your breathing, right? Is this running method effective?"

Takeda was panting heavily and unable to speak. She shook her head and her ponytail swung from side to side.

After turning another corner, Takeda's breathing rhythm became a little more stable, roughly maintaining a frequency of one breath for every three steps, but his speed gradually decreased and fell behind him.

"There's only half a lap left, hold on!" He waited slowly, and when he was level again, he shouted to her.

strangeness……

Why would he do such a thing...

Is this the aftereffect of being an art exam teacher in a previous life...

"Ah! I know! Stop shouting!" Takeda couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly, gritting his teeth to speed up.

The circular trail offered by Riverside Park is not as straight as a stadium's, with more curves and occasional ups and downs. Running the same 2,000 meters is definitely more tiring than running in a stadium.

The fourth lap.

The last one uphill.

The last bench.

The last crabapple tree.

The moment he ran past the finish line marked by the shoulder bag, Takeda immediately collapsed on the trail, completely not caring about protecting his school uniform.

"I'm so tired..."

"Four laps, about twenty-five minutes of running. Have you never exercised before..."

"You talk so much!" Takeda opened his eyes with the little strength he had left and glared at him.

"It's time to go to school."

"Let me rest for a while—" Takeda raised his hands straight up like a lying zombie, "Aren't you tired at all?!"

"I'm leaving first." He put on his shoulder bag.

"Pull me up!" Zombie Takeda was angry, "Idiot Inoue!"

He thought about it, picked up Takeda's shoulder bag, and handed the shoulder strap to her.

"catch."

"Sigh—are you so disgusted with it?" Takeda said reluctantly.

"I've never had a girlfriend." In this life.

"Ah--?" Takeda grabbed the shoulder bag strap and stood up as he was pulled, his puzzled reaction sound dragging out from low to high.

"In this situation," she said, baffled, "shouldn't you just say, 'Sorry, I already have a girlfriend!'"

"It doesn't matter if you have a girlfriend," he said matter-of-factly. "The first hand-holding should naturally be for your first love; that's more important."

"Ahhh——" Takeda was shocked.

"wrong?"

"What a scumbag... Inoue-kun."

(End of this chapter)