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

Chapter 98: One Hundred Percent Idol Voice Actor Reserve
After a hearty meal of hot pot with shrimp, crab, beef, pork, fish balls, lucky bags, various vegetables, and something that couldn't be considered special in any hot pot cuisine, we chatted for a long time.

Both he and Takeda went to bed very late. At least when he fell asleep, the time displayed on the lock screen of his smartphone had already passed 24 hours, and the countdown for a new day had started again.

But the next day, Takeda still woke up very early and went out very early.

When he woke up at 7:00, he thought Takeda would still be sleeping. He opened the door, wondering if he should go upstairs to wake him, but the first thing he saw was that the mess they had left in the living room last night had vanished.

Everything is put away in its proper place.

All the leftovers were swept into the kitchen waste bin, the pots and pans were washed and put into the kitchen cabinets, and the boiler and anthracite were placed in the storage space under the kitchen counter.

The cactus doll and the trumpet box lay quietly on the coffee table.

There was a note on the refrigerator door saying that he had not left the door light on.

[Those ingredients that weren't finished last night can't be kept for too long. I don't know how to cook, so you'll have to figure out how to handle them yourself.]
He opened the refrigerator door and saw, in addition to the ingredients wrapped in plastic wrap and not put into the pot, an unfinished glass bottle of pear juice.

He didn't need to think too much. Even the cactus doll would know who was behind all this if it used its brain a little.

He accepted it all silently, took the half-finished bottle of pear juice out of the refrigerator, and drank it all in one gulp. Then he put on his trumpet, changed into canvas shoes at the entrance, and walked out.

The only cooler time during the day in summer is the brief few hours in the early morning.

The earth has not yet stored enough heat, and the coolness accumulated at night has not completely dissipated. The occasional breeze can still feel a little cool.

He deliberately took a longer detour, passing by the riverside where he often went to and from school when he lived in the boarding house, and by the riverside park where he had encountered the thief who stole the future prime minister's shoulder bag.

Looking through the various lush green plants planted in the park, you can see Takeda standing next to the hemispherical entertainment facility, holding a pair of printed papers bound together with a binder clip in his hand, muttering to himself.

He just passed by and took a few glances. He had no intention of stopping, let alone stepping onto the gentle slope of the fork in the road leading to the park. He just continued on his way to school.

If he didn't say it, Takeda wouldn't know that he passed by and saw him practicing here.

But when he reached the fork in the road leading deep into the park, he somehow turned a corner and walked down the gentle slope.

He had unresolved doubts in his heart, doubts that were not directed at anyone but arose from his own heart and were only directed at himself.

No matter how it is explained, whether it is fate or coincidence, he met Takeda under the guidance of some unknown force.

He had no doubt that even if there was no such thing as a system, one day he would come home late for some reason, be stopped outside the boarding building by the man with the mustache, and go to the grocery store where Takeda worked to buy beer - just as he had predicted at the beginning.

But anything that has not happened can only be a hypothesis, and the fact that has happened is that he came home late because of his impure date with Asakura, and therefore went to the grocery store to meet Takeda.

As they spent more time together, they got to know each other and became closer at a speed he had never expected. Before he could react, they had established a relationship that went beyond that of ordinary friends.

The source of all this did not come from fate, coincidence or anything else, but was just a choice he made with his own will under the intervention of some force.

As for what his will actually is, even he himself is beginning to have trouble figuring it out.

He seemed to be standing at a fork in the road, leading to two different paths: one was his past, and the other was an unknown yet known new world.

He could feel that the choice at the fork in the road was crucial to his future life, so he was hesitant everywhere.

Perhaps Takeda also has something that he lacks and is difficult to give up.

But that thing was far less dazzling than what Amano had shown. It was elusive, its light faint, yet it existed—he was certain of this, as his life had undergone many substantial changes since the day he met Takeda.

He moved out of the boarding house, shared an apartment with a girl, went to school with her, and began to consider the feelings of people other than himself in almost every detail of his life.

When you count them carefully, it seems that each one is dispensable and it is difficult to judge whether it is good or bad.

He has accumulated so much life experience that living alone is also easy for him. No trouble can stump him, and he never feels lonely - even if he does, he has long been accustomed to it.

Living with Takeda was not bad, but it was not hard to say whether they were inseparable. He walked into the park and came to Takeda's side.

Takeda didn't notice him at first, and was still reciting the character's lines in "The Wrong Love" vividly.

So he stood silently behind Takeda, listening to the lines and thinking about the deeper philosophical issues behind their increasingly close relationship.

As Takeda himself said, no matter from which aspect, she is definitely a beauty.

But he was not satisfied with being with such a beauty day and night. He did not develop the many emotions that should exist between men and women. He just searched for and demanded what he needed from her.

It was as if he had lost the ability to fall in love with someone and be moved by someone since some point in time, leaving only the most basic physiological functions of a man.

When it comes to love, all he can think of is getting married, having children, and then watching the next generation get married and have children.

He, his wife, their children, their respective parents, each of them is just a component of the activity of "getting married and having children".

He only had this concept and never expected what any of the components must have.

It's not a bad idea to develop a relationship with Takeda and eventually marry her. But it's also not a bad idea to replace Takeda with another girl.

When he realized this, he also realized that his relationship with Takeda, or his relationship with the girl predicted by the system to be his girlfriend in the future, had nothing to do with who he became a lover or a husband and wife with.

Perhaps the reason for the tragic outcome in the prophecy was that he only wanted something from them, but never thought about giving anything in return...

Perhaps everything predicted actually happened in another phase of reality that was different from the one he was in.

A certain nosy god who saw all this sent him reminders and gave him some abilities in an attempt to prevent him from repeating the same mistakes.

But now he is behind bars, wondering whether he is on the path to repeating the same mistakes.

"Do you have something to talk to me about?" While he was deep in thought, Takeda had stopped acting and noticed his presence.

When he came to his senses, Takeda was patting his shoulder, and it was obvious that the words "Is there something you need from me?" were not the first time he had said it.

"Didn't you say you were going to interview at some voice actor agency? There will be follow-up reports." He was still thinking about Takeda's pitiful complaints last night.

When I thought of breasts, I subconsciously looked at her breasts.

It's not a size that makes you feel heavy; the shape, weight, beauty, proportion, everything is just right.

"The interview is at noon the day after tomorrow... Do you like to watch it?" She noticed this, but instead of getting angry, she asked him.

"Evaluate the probability that you will be coerced or bribed into becoming an idol at the voice actor agency." He looked away.

"How many?" Takeda insisted.

"That depends on how much conscience the voice actor agency has." He avoided the question and suddenly thought of himself.

"What if the agent is you?" Takeda asked again.

"Probably..." He paused, pretending to study Takeda's pretty face, "One hundred percent."

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Thanks to the leader who registered for Huangcao, and thanks to Cai Bu Shi Shanmu for the 10000-point reward.

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