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

Chapter 7 As we all know, turning fake into real will not have a good result

"no……"

"Senior Inoue, can you tell me what the character of the heroine in this plot is like?" Asakura asked before him.

"It's not a light novel," he reiterated.

"Hmm... Is Inoue-senpai also going to write a light novel?" Asakura fell into thought. "Wait a minute..."

It was rare to stay in the dormitory on weekends. The two of them passed by the door of Inoue's neighboring room. Four boys, sitting on the floor playing mahjong, heard the woman's voice and saw Asakura, and their lively chatter died down immediately.

"Ahem..." Asakura coughed lightly as she walked into Inoue's room, then continued in a different tone, "A new pick-up line? A maintenance move? Sorry, I'm not that casual a girl. If you're Inoue-senpai, I recommend going to the streets of Shinjuku in the dead of night to have some fun."

"..." He placed his painting supplies on the empty bed, turned around, and saw Asakura with a cold expression. He raised his hand and gently touched his hair...

I'm already into the role.

"If you really don't want to give up, just add two more zeros to the number and come back to me..." After a pause, Asakura added, and frowned again after he finished speaking.

"Is one hundred million too much... No, if it were my personality just now, it would be better not to say that..."

"Is this the point?" He took the snowflake crisp gift box from Asakura's hand, placed it next to the album, and couldn't help asking.

He didn't mean to express any opinion about Asakura's acting - he was really serious about it.

It seems that talking about "God" all the time is a bit too absurd and hard to believe.

"Hmm, wrong personality?"

Asakura was already immersed in the world of thinking about the plot.

"Then... 'Hey! You! Who do you think I am? Go to hell, you pervert!'... wouldn't that be too harsh?"

Perhaps it is because of this that she became the talented light novel writer who won an award and made her debut at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

"In my imagination, the heroine would agree." He gave up and followed her line of thought.

"Ah...is this true?" Asakura collected his thoughts, looked up at him, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Really." He thought for a moment and picked up his painting supplies. "Then the first date will be to go to the park to paint. The male lead will paint a watercolor portrait for the female lead."

He didn't know whether this plot would be popular if written into a light novel, but that was indeed his first thought.

This way you can save time and practice painting while completing your appointment, killing two birds with one stone.

"..."

Asakura looked at him, then at the painting supplies he had picked up again. After a moment of silence, he shifted his gaze and looked around the room.

"There are no adult posters either!" she said regretfully.

Completely abandoned the discussion of dating plot.

Or perhaps, Asakura has expressed his attitude by changing the subject several times.

"How is that possible?" He put down his painting supplies, feeling a little regretful, but the basic purpose had been achieved, and points were nothing to him.

"Where are the pornographic novels? None either?" Asakura watched him put down his painting supplies, smiled faintly at him, and then set his sights on the locker.

"Yes, it's Asakura-sensei's work."

"How can it be pornographic? That's a regular light novel published by one of the three major libraries." She pretended to be angry, but soon smiled again, walked back and forth in the room, looked around, and then asked, "There are no pornographic magazines either?"

"No."

"Ah! Could it be..." Asakura looked away, then remembered something. He raised his index finger, stared at him, and asked, "Is Inoue-senpai a member of the electronic data group?"

"No!" He couldn't stand it anymore.

She is indeed a female writer specializing in erotic novels.

"That's it! The self-production and self-sales faction! It's right this time, right?" Asakura gently adjusted his non-existent glasses.

“Why do I have to watch pornography?”

"After all, you just wanted to support me with one million yen..." Asakura said in a slightly softer tone, meaningfully.

At the same time, she winked at him as if it were a secret signal.

We're even now, she said with her eyes.

"It's not a sponsorship, it's just a date."

"Don't do anything excessive?" Asakura pretended to consider it seriously.

"At most, we can hold hands." He answered casually as he walked to the table and opened the unfinished history notes.

"Really?" Asakura's voice came closer and closer, standing behind him and asked.

"of course."

"Then let me arrange the itinerary!" Asakura suddenly put his hands on his shoulders and leaned closer, saying, "Going to the park to paint on a date is too boring."

Suddenly, the distance between them was shortened and I could even feel the breath of the girl when she spoke.

He was speechless for a moment, not even knowing whether he should get up.

Unable to fathom the other person's thoughts, he had to ponder—Amano, whom he met in PE class, and Asakura today.

Even if you ignore his looks, he's one in a million. How could you fall in love with him when the system describes him as "self-destructive"?

"So," Asakura said, pulling away. He had been in control of the situation almost the entire time since they met. "Let's go shopping. Let Inoue-sensei go on a date with me for the day—!"

"..."

Finally, he stood up from his chair.

When I passed by the room where people were playing cards and mahjong again, I saw two extra pieces of paper stuck on the forehead of a boy.

Passing by the management office, he looked into the window. The man with the mustache made a gesture of lighting a cigarette with a lighter and raised his eyebrows at him.

It's strange that this person has been able to be an administrator without being reported until now.

When he graduated, he would report the man with the mustache and all the stores around the dormitory that sold cigarettes and alcohol to students.

As he thought this, he slowed down a little. When he came to his senses, Asakura had already stopped not far ahead of him, waiting for him to pass.

Only when they were side by side did Asakura start walking again, quietly closing the distance a little.

"Where to go first?" he asked.

"If we just go shopping... wouldn't Inoue-senpai be bored?"

“Unless I go to the park and paint watercolors, I get bored.”

"Ah... Inoue-senpai really loves painting... No wonder he's so good at it at such a young age."

"The deadline for the Youth Painting Competition is in two months."

"Inoue-senpai is coming? I see... So Inoue-senpai doesn't actually want to go on a date, but wants me to be a model for his painting practice?"

"Go back and get your painting supplies now?" he said.

"Let's go catch some dolls!" Asakura suggested cheerfully, ignoring the other's request.

OK... Looks like I can forget about practicing painting.

He decided to give up trying and just follow Asakura, obeying the instructions and completing the date.

After the matter is done, transfer one million yen from the savings card to Asakura, and everything will be fine.

After two years of drawing commercial artwork like posters and book covers, I've saved up a bit. If I need money in the future, I can just exchange my points for some gold.

Asakura took him on the train to Shibuya Station, from Center Street to Dogenzaka, where they played catch dolls, went shopping, had afternoon tea, and finally watched a movie.

He was almost a novice at catching dolls, but Asakura encouraged him to catch a stuffed doll that looked like both a dinosaur and a lizard, and he ended up spending three times the price.

Afternoon tea was latte and toffee, and Asakura connected his Bluetooth headphones and played a few songs.

I remember a line of lyrics: "I've long forgotten your voice, memories and love faded away together."

When this sentence was played in the headphones, Asakura stuffed a toffee into his mouth.

The last one was an animated movie with a low attendance rate. Asakura was focused throughout the whole movie and even watched the curtain call until the last second. He only left after confirming that there were no Easter eggs.

"Sorry, I was too focused on watching." In a family restaurant on a different floor of the same building as the cinema, Asakura poked the egg shell of his omelet rice with chopsticks, feeling sympathetic.

"That's what makes the movie ticket worthwhile." He only remembered now that the lyrics of the movie's ending song were good.

"If I could be able to do that in the future..." Asakura lifted her face with the hand that wasn't holding the chopsticks, her eyes darting around at the decorations on the ceiling of the family restaurant. Coming back to her senses, she asked, "Hey! Inoue-senpai, are you satisfied with today's date?"

"Barely."

"Then you're qualified?" Asakura raised the corner of his mouth. The exceptionally bright indoor light of the family restaurant shone on the girl's face. Her eyes sparkled with a little light, and her cherry-pink lips also looked a little moister.

He looked at the girl's lips for a few more seconds, picked up a few noodles with his fork, and said, "I guess so."

Why doesn't Italian food come with chopsticks? If they can't even achieve this level of localization, how can they survive in Tokyo's cutthroat competitive environment?

"Then, one million yen?" Asakura folded his arms, placed them on the table, leaned forward slightly, and asked him with some anticipation.

"Savings card number," he said.

"Pfft..." Asakura couldn't help laughing again. At first he covered his lips lightly, and then he bent over with laughter.

After catching my breath, I felt satisfied.

"Forget it—" She stretched out her index finger and tapped the tip of his nose, "It would be bad if the fake became real."

"..."

【mission completed】

[Reward: 10000 points]

The pasta at this restaurant is overly salty.

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(End of this chapter)