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

Chapter 39: Living together in light novels can never become a reality.

After the song ended, Takeda said it was nice and asked him to continue.

He flipped through the songs, singing Here Comes The Sun, Come Together, Something... and finally back to Norwegian Wood.

I don’t know where it started, but Takeda fell asleep, lying on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Her hair fell on her cheeks, her breathing was steady, and she was so quiet that it was trance-like.

He stopped singing and stared at Takeda's face in a daze for a while. It was difficult for him to connect the now sleeping girl with the series of events: walking in circles in the rain with an umbrella, making red bean rice for the ghosts when seeing a haunted house, and being served six or seven plates of beef slices at the barbecue buffet.

Takeda was usually so cheerful that he even felt like he could sleepwalk and sing.

Looking at her sleeping face now, if you don’t know her, you would think she is the carefree daughter of a company president.

Takeda fell asleep. He looked at him. There was no singing in the karaoke room. The colorful light balls were off and only white lights were on in the room.

The new system prompt finally came, not to remind him that the date task was completed, but a new message.

[Long-term mission: Live with Takeda Nori.]

[First day reward: 5000 points]

[Accumulated seven days: 20000 points]

【Accumulated points for one month (100000 days): points】

There are only three levels of mission rewards. Whether he looks through the mission system description or asks directly, these are all he gets.

It seems that in the system's weighting, the cumulative risk of living with Takeda for a month is only about the same as teaching Amano for a few days.

After all, there is a difference between reality and light novels.

Any light novel he illustrated that featured cohabitation would be linked to a scene within a week, like a bathroom scene; a scene about sleeping together after watching a horror movie; a scene about the heroine waking up early in the morning to find the miso soup she had made and poking the sleeping boy in the face...

After all, they are written for light novel readers who are squeezed by real life and seek comfort in novel stories.

In real life, living together is just like sharing an apartment. It's normal to discuss things like breakfast, washing, and a place to hang clothes in advance.

When Takeda fell asleep, he walked out of the karaoke room and walked around the nearby streets with an umbrella for the purpose of taking pictures.

Someone's orange cat is lying in the front basket of a bicycle with an umbrella covering its head to protect it from the rain.

Occasionally, when passing by a tree, you will see flocks of birds gathered on the treetops, singing in unison.

The coffee shop, decorated in a retro style, displays CDs of the Rolling Stones, and a blackboard with a shelf listing the types of daily desserts is stored inside the entrance.

By the time he returned to the karaoke room, the rain had almost stopped.

Takeda slept soundly until five in the evening.

"Hmm..." She sat up and stretched, "What time is it?"

Her chest straightened up as her body stretched, and the hem of her plaid shirt rose up, revealing her fair and tender belly.

Takeda's waist is still slender, and she doesn't look like someone who doesn't care how much she eats at every meal.

"If we go out now, we might be able to see the sunset."

"Ah! Why didn't you call me earlier!" Takeda stopped stretching and jumped up from the sofa.

"Anything else?"

"We're in a karaoke room! I haven't even sung a single song yet!" Takeda complained.

"Sing now?" He picked up the record microphone and handed it to Takeda.

"It's too late. I have to go to work." Takeda didn't answer. He looked at the time on his mobile phone, picked up the messenger bag on the tea table, and walked out of the house excitedly.

"What a shame." He followed her out the door and into the corridor.

"What a shame you didn't hear me sing?" Takeda turned around and smiled, "Come with me to the grocery store, I can sing for you on the way there."

"It's a pity to pay the karaoke room."

"Didn't you sing to your heart's content?"

"I stopped singing after you fell asleep."

"She's quite considerate, no wonder she's such a scumbag," Takeda commented. When they left the KTV, the sky had cleared up, and the fiery afterglow of the setting sun ignited the clouds on the horizon, igniting them into a vast, raging mass of flame.

It seemed as if it was determined to burn all the moisture in the clouds.

While getting on the tram, Takeda asked him what the song with "Coca-Cola" in the lyrics was called.

"Come Together," he replied.

"I know this! No need to translate." Takeda searched for the song with the same title on his music app. "What's the word before 'Coca-Cola'?"

"Clowns, shoe polish, football, zombies," he said casually.

These words are indeed in the lyrics.

"You found... a song from over fifty years ago?" Takeda looked up from his phone, staring at him in disbelief. "Do you usually listen to these?"

"I listen to everything. You just want me to sing something you haven't heard before."

"Indeed," Takeda agreed. "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would never have heard this in my life."

The tram arrived at the station, passed two intersections, and entered the commercial street where the grocery store was located.

It was the first time he saw a living person other than Takeda in the grocery store.

She was a woman with her hair tied up in a bun, wearing a staff hat and a shop assistant uniform like a regular employee.

When he saw Takeda come in, he just nodded, said nothing, and turned to go into the staff lounge.

Takeda signed, came out wearing his employee hat, and put on a mask from his messenger bag. Seeing that he was still in the store, he frowned.

"Okay! There's nothing to do with Inoue-san today." She waved her hand and dismissed him with a satisfied smile.

"Are you really okay?" He was still waiting for his dinner and the song that Takeda said he would sing.

"It's fine!"

Forget it, it seems that they are all empty promises and cannot be trusted at all.

Unlike him, he always does what he says.

Inoue walked out of the grocery store alone, and a prompt box indicating that the task was completed finally popped up in front of him.

【mission completed】

[Reward: 10000 points]

[Current balance: 12500 points]

He opened the shop again and bought the fully mastered Polonaise, bringing his balance back to five hundred.

If I hadn't used the precious cafeteria's unspoken rules to exchange for a task worth 500 points at noon that day, my balance would have been reset to zero by now.

But it makes no difference.

If you only set your sights on things that money cannot buy, you will not be able to buy anything with just five hundred dollars.

After having a simple dinner at a random restaurant, he returned to the boarding house. The man with the mustache waved at him and called him into the house.

"This is the refund for the boarding fee for you and that girl." She closed the door, covered the window, and handed him two envelopes of different thicknesses.

"Starting from tomorrow?" he asked, looking at the date written on the envelope.

"No one's going to move in anytime soon, so I'm just staying here temporarily until I find a place to live." The man with the mustache stroked his beard and smiled. "But you have to move out by the end of this semester at the latest."

"Dede..." He stuffed the envelope into his pocket.

"That girl probably doesn't like me," the man with the mustache said while discussing business. "Please say a few good things for me—I'm afraid she'll actually leave a complaint in a suggestion box somewhere."

He knew about Takeda's part-time job at the grocery store, and he also knew that he climbed over the wall to sneak in every night.

Otherwise, why would they tell students who come home late to go to that specific place to buy cigarettes and alcohol?

Inoue walked down the hallway back to his room, carrying an envelope stuffed with money, wondering how much of Takeda's fifteen thousand hourly wage was due to the increase the mustache-faced store manager had asked for...

Let’s just cross the moustache off the Prime Minister’s punishment list for now.

(End of this chapter)