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

Chapter 46 If the person who cooks miso soup for him in the future is Takeda, that's not impossible...

"Sure enough, in the end, the only place that could afford to rent was the haunted house where the owner committed suicide because his novel didn't win an award..."

At noon, in a restaurant on the commercial street of an old residential area, Takeda looked at the pork cutlet rice set meal in front of him, supported his face with his hands, and sighed.

"Hey, Inoue, if I really have to live in a haunted house, do you mind?"

"I don't mind." He picked up a piece of eel barbecued pork and responded briefly.

"Can you live anywhere?" Takeda was still worried.

"If you can live here, I can live here too." The sauce poured on the eel rice had a strong flavor.

The restaurant only offers set meals, which are generous in portion and reasonably priced.

Most of the people who come here to eat are dressed as workers, wearing different work uniforms, and they all do physical work.

It's understandable that the taste is a bit stronger.

"Fifty thousand yen for the house, fifty thousand yen for the first month's rent, fifteen thousand yen for changing the door locks, and then there are the lighting fixtures and curtains that have to be bought... and the moving gifts for the neighbors..."

Takeda counted all the expenses as if they were his own treasures, then slowly leaned over the table, crossed his arms, and propped up his chin.

"If you calculate it carefully, including my share, it would cost at least 110,000 yuan."

"How much is the remaining boarding fee that Moustache gave you?"

"One hundred and fifteen thousand."

"Just barely." He received 230,000 yen.

The monthly rent for a double room in a student dormitory is 40,000 yen. Most students' boarding fees are paid by their parents, and to prevent them from wasting money, most pay half a year's rent in two installments, one in April and the other in October.

It is now early July, and I have nearly three months' worth of boarding fees left over.

"I quite like that cattery! It's furnished, has water and electricity for tonight, and it feels very lived-in...don't you think?"

"Yes, they are not bad." In fact, he has no special feelings for cats and treats other pet breeds the same.

"Well, after all, we live nearby. I can go see the cats anytime I want." Takeda thought, suddenly perking up and straightening up. "Hey! Inoue, how about we adopt a cat or two after we settle down?"

"Should I ask my mother-in-law?"

"Let's have a good chat then, I'll definitely agree."

"So..." He was thinking about how to handle the transfer application that needed to be submitted to the ward office, and ended the conversation. "It's about the haunted house?"

"That's it." Takeda decided.

Both he and Takeda are still high school students and cannot apply for relocation.

The transfer certificate is entirely handled by the boarding house, and the written documents are most likely in the hands of Moustache now.

You also need to fill in the notification card and personal number...

After they moved out, they had little to do with the boarding house. If they still needed help from the mustache, it wasn't something that could be solved with just a few bottles of wine and a few conversations...

"Hey, Inoue?"

"Ok?"

"Hurry up and eat." Takeda held the rice bowl and ate the rice with a piece of pork chop without caring about his eating manners. "You will have energy only after you eat a full meal. We have a lot of things to do in the afternoon."

"Dede..." He collected his thoughts and continued to clean up the eel rice with too much sauce.

First, I called the manager I met in the morning to inform him that I would be moving in the afternoon and to prepare the rental contract.

Takeda had already left the contact number of a small truck in the old residential area, and asked the uncle who drove the small truck to help them for a reward of only 3,000 yen.

While Takeda was going upstairs to move his luggage, he went to Moustache to get the transfer certificate and stuffed him five 10,000 yen bills.

"You want me to be your guardian?" The mustache-faced man guessed correctly. Without hesitation, he took the money and stuffed it into his pocket. He signed and smiled at the sight of the money. "But, not only do you want to apply for the transfer, but I'll also need to be present when signing the contract, right?"

"The best." He took out another 20,000 yen, but the man with the mustache raised his hand to block it.

"Enough, enough... If I take any more of your money, I'll have to take care of more of your business..." The man with the mustache shook his head and stood up from his chair. "You two have seriously considered renting together, right? If something goes wrong, don't blame me."

"We're just sharing a house." He picked out the key point in his response.

"What kind of relationship it is is none of my business... money is all that matters." The man with the mustache walked out of the management office and looked him up and down. "You want me to help you move your luggage?"

"It doesn't work."

"I'll do you a favor... Remember to come back often after you move out and bring some cigarettes and alcohol."

"It's worth it..."

After Takeda loaded his luggage onto the truck in three batches, he was stunned to see the man with a mustache chatting with the truck driver in the passenger seat.

"Why is the guy with the mustache here too?" Takeda probably ignored the most crucial question.

After all, I had lived in a boarding house before and had never rented a house on my own.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen! How much more could it be..." "I'm sixteen too." That was all he said.

If you still can't react, you are a complete idiot.

"Oh..." Fortunately, Takeda was not that stupid. He quickly understood after his reminder.

"Just think of the mustache as your guardian, here to help act as a guarantor."

"...Are you so kind?" Takeda was very suspicious.

"You don't know? Actually, I'm very familiar with the man with the mustache..." He began to make up stories.

The truck loaded three boxes of luggage for each of them and drove towards the old residential area with the man with a mustache on board.

He and Takeda went to the boarding house's bicycle shed, got on two bicycles whose owners' names were unknown, and followed behind.

Of course, you have to come back to return the car.

With a mustache standing by, despite the manager's reaction of "They are just high school students? I thought they were an engaged young couple...", he still managed to get them to sign the contract.

Then I called the relevant departments to make appointments for water, electricity and internet cables, and went to the nearby commercial street to purchase the necessary furniture.

Takeda wanted to live in the children's room which had a bed, lockers and a desk, saving a lot of things.

Even though the only device connected to the Internet is my mobile phone, I decided to share the future Internet cable costs with him.

The price I paid was that I no longer had any bread for breakfast - after moving, I had to turn several blocks to get to the bakery, which was really inconvenient. Even if I wanted to eat it, I couldn't buy it.

Because we were in a hurry to move in, we didn't make appointments for water and electricity in advance. I called this afternoon, but the earliest they could get through was tomorrow afternoon.

They went to the supermarket again, and while buying daily necessities and fast food, they also bought various props to prepare for spending the night in the haunted house without light and electricity.

He bought a high-intensity flashlight, which was battery-powered and quite convenient.

Takeda bought a box of candles, a box of playing cards, and a cactus that could record and repeat the content in a strange voice.

After dinner, when they returned to the empty rental house, Takeda insisted on dragging him to sit on the second-floor balcony where two people had already committed suicide.

With the help of the night light and his high-intensity flashlight, he divided the desserts that he would give to the neighbors he had talked to the next day into equal portions and put them into exquisite small gift boxes.

There are no tall buildings blocking the view in the old residential area, and cool night breezes blow.

"Hey, Inoue." Takeda, who had been busy all day, was still in high spirits, his words filled with the joy of moving out of the boarding house. "Sing a song, what a perfect atmosphere! Don't you think?"

The cactus placed next to Takeda repeats——

"What a fitting atmosphere! Don't you think?"

He couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed the cactus and shut it up.

despair!
Seeing this, Takeda turned off his high-intensity flashlight and lit her candle.

It was lit once, and was blown out by the wind; it was lit again, and was blown out again.

After a few times, I gave up and just looked at him in the hazy night.

"Is the gift box packed?"

"Everything's wrapped!" Takeda pushed the wrapped dessert gift box aside, patted the balcony wood floor, and urged impatiently, "Come sing! You go first, and when you get tired, I'll take over. We'll continue like this until we can't sing anymore..."

"It would be even better if you had a guitar! You play the piano so well, so you must be able to play guitar too, right?"

"will not."

"Then just sing! This time, only sing what I've heard!"

As the night deepened, Takeda's lively eyes never dimmed with the night.

Those clear eyes flashed with little light from somewhere in the dark night.

It was also the only light in his sight in the night.

He picked up the unopened box of playing cards next to him and tapped it rhythmically on the floor.

Sing the Beatles, sing Norwegian Wood and come together...

He was only 100% sure that Takeda had heard this.
He might also be sure that this is what Takeda wanted to hear.

After singing a song, Takeda praised it as a good song and said that if she was still living in the boarding house at this time, she would be sitting astride the eaves of the boarding house's outer wall.

Then ask him to continue singing.

After singing more than ten songs, he was tired, but Takeda also acted like a spoiled child and said she was tired and wanted Cactus to sing for her.

One of him and Cactus must die tonight, but he chooses to live.

Takeda got immunity, but he was not tired anymore. He opened the cards, turned on the flashlight, and wanted to play joker with him.

On the first day of sharing the apartment, they did this and that until very late.

In the end, he was the only one singing the song.

(End of this chapter)