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

Chapter 52: Miss Takeda eats the wheat she gives herself as a reward once a week
The next day, Monday, Takeda rarely stayed in bed.

He got up at the sound of the alarm, got dressed, and went to the only bathroom to wash up.

The four-room integrated water area with separate wet and dry areas is planned next to the elderly room, and handrails are installed on the walls of the corridor to facilitate the movement of the elderly.

The sink was still dry before he used it, and the sneakers that Takeda often wore to school were still placed in the entrance.

He walked out the door and headed in a random direction, using his phone map to look up nearby breakfast restaurants and bakeries.

The earliest breakfast restaurant nearby opens at 8:30, and there is no bakery at all.

The only option was a McDonald's two blocks away.

He glanced at the points store and specifically located the bakery he had been eating at every day recently.

A loaf of bread only costs one point.

Spend one point to buy a butter bread, freshly baked and hot, even the bread wrapper is the same as the one used by the family near the boarding house.

He took a bite and the taste was exactly the same.

I can exchange it for another one, take it back to the rental house, and tell Takeda that I got up early and bought it.

The premise is that there are points tasks.

If we really do this, it will probably have a greater impact than treating Takeda to the most expensive lunch in the school cafeteria.

Comparing the location of McDonald's on the map, he grabbed a cream bun on the way, walked into the store and ordered a maple pancake combo.

A waffle burger with two layers of cheese and two layers of meat, covered with pickles and tomato slices; a serving of Chicken McNuggets; and a cup of hot milk.

In addition to chicken nuggets or salad for an additional 50 yen, snacks also include potato pancakes and hot apple pie.

But considering that Takeda is more like a carnivore, let's not consider it.

When I returned to the rental house, Takeda had just gotten up and the sound of water splashing came from the bathroom.

"Good morning." He put the bag containing the pancake hamburger meal on the kitchen table and greeted Takeda in the bathroom.

"Good morning...!" The sound of water stopped, as if someone was brushing their teeth.

He went back to the room to pack his backpack, and Takeda consciously opened the handbag on the kitchen table.

"Is this, breakfast? Why is it wheat?" Takeda asked when he returned to the dining room.

“It’s the only place nearby that offers breakfast at this time.”

"And there's only one copy..." Takeda was disappointed. He put down his bag and turned to go upstairs.

"I've eaten in the store. This is yours."

"Mine?" Takeda turned around. "...How much does it cost?"

"It's a good deal, 300 yen." He said casually.

"The hamburger alone is more than 300 yen, right?"

"Anything over three hundred is on my treat."

"Why don't you just treat me to a meal..." Takeda handed over a 500 yen coin.

"Aren't you going to pay?" He accepted it indifferently. "Besides, it's 7:10 now. If you don't leave now, you'll be late."

"Ah!" Takeda suddenly woke up from the trance of being fed and quickly ran up the indoor stairs leading to the second floor, "Wait for me!"

I was late after all.

Out of guilt, Takeda gave him the Chicken McNuggets.

There was no ketchup, probably because I forgot.

It was brought to him after the first period, and he had already filled his stomach with chicken nuggets.

"No need." He didn't answer.

"Why don't you just drink it directly?" Takeda stuck out his tongue at him, apologizing sincerely, "Dip it in your stomach..."

He squeezed in the pork chop rice for lunch, which tasted pretty good and at least nothing was wasted.

In the last week before the holiday and the last three days before the final exams, no matter what grade you are in, you will more or less start to focus on studying.

The sports clubs suspended their activities, and the number of people coming to the art club to practice painting after school was reduced by half, with only first and second graders left.

Ichinose and Saotome were still there.

He believed Ichinose had no pressure to get into college, and that this period was more important than preparing for the Youth Painting Competition, which had only a month left before the deadline. But Saotome, still spending her days at the art club, must have been ready to become a ronin for a year.

"Has Inoue-san decided on the specific entry?" Seeing him sign his name with the art teacher and go to his seat to pack up his painting supplies, as if he was about to leave again, Ichinose couldn't help but ask.

"Almost," he replied.

I've regained my proficiency in holding a brush, mixing colors, and drawing lines. However, I have to teach Kimura piano right now, so I'll have to wait until summer vacation to start painting again.

The specific ideas have already been figured out. I will still use the original crossroads as the prototype and use more techniques that fit the imagery.

I'll refer to the winning entries from previous years to cater to their preferences. I'm planning to paint something more solitary, and I'll also change the time of day to the evening after the sun has completely set, using streetlights as the dividing line between the two images...

"Where's Ichinose-san?"

"I'm ready to start painting."

"I wish you all the best, Ichinose-san."

"What about me? What about me?" Saotome next to her quickly shouted.

"You are doing well too." He always responded to requests.

"Tsk——" Saotome was not very satisfied after receiving the blessing.

When he entered the piano club, Kimura gave him 5,000 yen today.

"Going to work on the weekend?" He actually wanted coins, preferably fifty or one hundred yen.

Kimura's piggy bank is still a little light now.

You can't let him go and exchange the 1,000 yen bill for coins himself, right?
"Part-time job at a cafe," Kimura explained, then felt it wasn't enough, so he added, "Only half a day! I spent the rest of the time practicing piano."

"Play it completely first." He sat on the idle desk next to the piano and put the hard-earned money that Kimura earned from working part-time at the cafe into his own pocket.

"it is good……"

Although his personality is a bit bad and his communication attitude is not very good, Kimura is indeed working hard for the competition in a week.

In just one week, most of the problems he pointed out had been improved.

A week ago, it was around the middle of Lv.2, but now it's pretty close to Lv.3.

It's not all his credit.

Kimura had practiced this Polonaise for a long time before and had become quite proficient in it.

It’s just that many habits developed through subconscious practice are never corrected because no one reminds us.

Apart from instructing Kimura on how to handle relatively difficult passages, all he did was to identify these problems and let Kimura improve them one by one.

The improvement in performance is almost a natural result.

There is only one week left. If you have to count it, you can use the whole day of Saturday to make a breakthrough in the next formation, and it will not be a problem to upgrade to Lv.3 or above.

Being able to do this can probably be considered as exceeding the system's mission...

On the last day of the semester, he brought the piggy bank filled with all of Kimura's hard-earned money to school.

After the last exam, the head teacher stood at the podium and made a final speech, reminding students of the precautions for summer vacation activities.

For example, don't play with fireworks sticks near a river where fireworks are prohibited...

"Also, if you really can't invite anyone to the summer festival, you can consider me, the teacher!"

I forgot to introduce myself. The head teacher of Class C is an uncle with a short goatee and slightly long curly hair tied into a small braid at the back of his head.

He has a good appearance, but his behavior is too dissolute, so it is hard to say how popular he is among the girls in the class.

"It's only for girls, right? Mr. Akiyama!" A boy deliberately made trouble.

"What are you thinking!" Akiyama counterattacked, "How could the teacher go with a bunch of brats like you?"

In such a relaxed atmosphere, he was almost the first one to walk out of the classroom, carrying a backpack and holding a piggy bank.

The books he needed to take back had already been packed up and returned to the rental house. The things he left at school were so many that they couldn't even fill up a shoulder bag.

What Mr. Akiyama said was true. The boys in Class C were indeed green and immature.

Each of them carried two large backpacks and a pile of books on their chests, and no one had made any preparations for a rainy day.

　Thanks to Yishixiaoyao~Ziyou for the 100-point reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)