Tokyo Psychic

[orz: But I’m too far from Setagaya Ward, there’s no way I can get there! (Blushing emoji)]

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[Qi Shen Yi Sheng Push: So, this really isn't the filming location for a youth campus movie?!]

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Even when the sign outside LeBron's store was turned to the "Closed" side, students continued to gather nearby to join in the fun.

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As the remaining customers left the coffee shop one after another, Kurusu Akatsuki and Sakura Sojiro began to clean the store.

Sakura Sojiro held a sponge mop soaked in water and scraped it back and forth on the ground. The deep or shallow footprints were crushed into a pool of gray-black dirty water, which could no longer be distinguished or identified.

Of course, no one wanted to distinguish these footprints.

Just like the plate being rinsed with hot water in Kurusu Akatsuki's hand.

Before he sprayed the detergent on it, the disorderly distributed oil stains could be visualized as various patterns, but in the end they just turned into a large ball of foam crowding the drain of the sink.

Accompanied by the sound of sewage rushing into the sewer, Sakura Sojiro placed the cleaned mop in the corner of the bathroom and walked to Kurusu Akatsuki's side.

"It seems we've gotten into some trouble."

"There are too many customers today," Kurusu Akatsuki grumbled. "I almost broke my wrist just grinding the coffee beans."

Sakura Sojiro was surprised: "There have never been so many customers before."

Kurusu Akatsuki put a clean plate in the window. "Maybe someone uploaded my photo to the forum?"

Obviously, Kurusu Akatsuki is very aware of his appearance.

But he was not complacent about it, instead he felt it was a bit troublesome.

Privacy leakage is a very dangerous thing.

Sakura Sojiro noticed his worry and walked over to the sink to help wash the dishes. "I'll give you a bonus today."

"What a simple and unpretentious way of comforting."

Kurusu Akatsuki said this, but in fact he no longer cared much about his photos being uploaded to the Internet.

Even if bad things happen to you, there is always a way to solve them.

The troubles in life are endless and ubiquitous, but as soon as you wake up from a good night's sleep, they will fade away and disappear, and finally become a monotonous memory.

Just like a diary, when you look back at it the next day, you will either sigh with regret or smile with relief. It is ultimately difficult to rekindle the feelings you had at that time.

Jing Qinrencai woke up in a daze.

She dreamed that she had awakened a superpower similar to the "Stand" in "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", and then returned to the day when she was bullied at school. With the cry of "Ola Ola", she beat up all the guys who tried to bully her, and finally knelt on the ground crying and begged for mercy, saying "Mr. Jingqin, we will never dare to bully our classmates again."

He then retired with his mission accomplished, laughing as he left the classroom amidst the awe and admiration of the crowd, leaving behind a mysterious campus legend.

"Stop smiling like an idiot and wipe your saliva." Kurusu Akatsuki, who was waving a rag to clean the grease at the next table, threw a pack of tissues to Jing Qinrencai.

The girl then noticed that a small pool of crystal clear liquid had accumulated on her desk...

The blush quickly spread down her cheeks to her ears.

Jing Qinrencai looked around quickly and found that there were no customers in the store, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

She randomly pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper and began to wipe the saliva on the table.

When sleeping on the table, if your face is turned to the side, or your head is resting on your arm or the table, it is indeed easy to cause such an inappropriate situation.

Sakura Sojiro had already taken off his apron. "It's already noon. I'll drive you to school later. Remember there are some good family restaurants next to Shujin. Let's have lunch there together."

Jing Qinrencai couldn't think of a better suggestion.

She didn't know what to say, but she had just woken up and felt it would be a bit awkward to say nothing.

His chaotic thoughts raced for a long time before he finally managed to utter a nonsensical sentence: "I want to eat chili pickles and yogurt."

If you're at a family restaurant in Tokyo, you'll definitely find chili pickles and yogurt.

Kurusu Akatsuki came over, picked up the saliva-stained napkins on her desk, threw them into the trash bag with some disgust, and then wiped the table again with a wrung-out rag.

It's already dinner time.

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The afternoon sunlight filtered through the glass windows of the corridor, spreading evenly on the floor. It then bent and stood up at the base of the wall. The wall was the light blue of the early spring sky, and the sunlight there turned into a hazy green, and then turned into a light purple-red at the moment of disappearance.

Two figures, one tall and one short, flashed by in the sunlight.

Kurusu Xiao lowered his head and fiddled with his phone, intensively searching for forum posts about himself.

Jing Qin Renna, holding the school uniform and textbooks she had just received, followed behind Kurusu Akatsuki somewhat stiffly.

The school uniform at Soojin High School is the same suit jacket as most middle schools, but the buttons are bright red, and there's a handkerchief pocket on the left chest with the school emblem printed on it. The uniform is red and black plaid trousers.

The girls' uniforms replaced the trousers with a mesh skirt.

She was assigned to the same class as Kurusu Akatsuki.

When Jing Qinrencai heard the news, she felt inexplicably happy.

But the emotion that arose immediately afterwards was more of uneasiness and shyness.

She has a considerable psychological trauma towards Kurusu Akatsuki, who seems to be the "most popular of the popular" who stands at the top of the campus class.

After all, it was because she had a dispute with a "super-live" friend last year that the conflict escalated step by step, and she eventually left her hometown and came to Tokyo alone.

Kurusu Akatsuki, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped at the door of a classroom.

That's what the plastic sign outside the "2-D" classroom door reads.

Jing Serina hesitated for a moment, then followed Kurusu Akatsuki into the classroom.

After all, it was "registration day", and the classroom was completely empty during the period before and after lunch.

Kurusu Akatsuki pointed to the empty seat next to hers and asked, "Do you want to sit at the same table with me?"

She nodded almost without thinking, and by the time Jing Qin Renai reacted, Kurusu Akatsuki had already sat down and waved at her.

Jing Qinrencai instinctively took a step forward and walked over obediently.

When she reacted again, she was already standing next to Kurusu Akatsuki's desk.

She was always like this, her body reacting faster than she could think.

"Try sitting here... How about it? Can you see the blackboard clearly?"

"I can see clearly. But it seems like we've only known each other for a short time." Jing Qin Renna was confused by Kurusu Akatsuki's enthusiasm.

In fact, she didn't object to the kindness of Kurusu Akatsuki, and could even be said to be happy that someone cared about her.

She was just... a little uneasy.

Kurusu Akatsuki dug out some textbooks from the drawer and said, "Mr. Sakura asked me to take good care of you."

After saying that, he stood up with his textbook. "I'm going to the office to ask the teacher about the scope of the additional entrance exam next Wednesday. Do you want to come with me?"

Jing Qinrencai nodded quickly, then imitated her and stood up holding a few textbooks.

She is not good at dealing with completely unfamiliar environments.

If this high school is compared to a bottomless pool, then Jing Qinrencai feels that she is a poor victim who accidentally fell into the middle of the pool and is in danger of being drowned by the undercurrent at any time.

And Lai Qixiao is the only life-saving straw she can see and grasp now.

In her eyes, Kurusu Akatsuki should be a "kind of person" similar to herself, a poor person who was forced to walk into this completely unfamiliar pool of water.

After leaving the classroom, Jing Qinrencai felt that the two of them walking side by side without saying a word was too awkward, so she couldn't help but ask him, "If it's just the opening exam, there's nothing to take seriously, right?"

Kurusu Akatsuki explained without hesitation, "Shujin has a scholarship, and to apply, you must get an 'A' in all exams within one semester of enrollment. Coincidentally, as 'transfer students,' we meet this 'admission' criteria."

"scholarship?"

"Yeah, that's a full 100,000 yen."

"But school is about to start, and this is our first time attending classes in Tokyo. I guess we won't be able to pass the entrance exam smoothly, right?"

"No way to pass?" Kurusu Akatsuki looked at her with some dissatisfaction. Because of the height difference, this action seemed "condescending".

“Since this is my first time taking classes in Tokyo, I can just take supplementary classes during the holidays and get used to the teaching style of Tokyo High School in the shortest possible time.

There won't be much homework in the first week of school, and there's plenty of spare time. The clubs haven't started recruiting new members yet, so I just need to make use of every break between classes and squeeze in as much entertainment and rest time as possible. It's best to just cut down on sleep..."

As he kept on talking, there seemed to be a burning, nameless fire in the boy's eyes.

Jing Qinrencai found that she was extremely wrong.

Kurusu Akatsuki and she were not of the same kind at all, nor was he the "life-saving straw" that she could grab in the pond.

He is a crocodile that migrated from far away to hunt in this pool.

This kind of learning attitude and planning, which is like fighting for survival, is something Jing Qinrencai has never seen before.

With four days left until the first exam, a transfer student from a rural high school in Tokyo confesses his determination to achieve an "A" in all his subjects...

Is this really not just a daydream?

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011. Where’s My Money? ( words)

【August 2022, 4. 】

【PM.2:05】

【There are still four days left until the start of the semester.】

Kurusu Akatsuki strode down the streets of Shibuya, cell phone in hand. A trailer for a girl idol group's concert at the Budokan was playing on the building's advertising screen.

He felt that the girls looked familiar, so he looked down at the wallpaper on his phone.

Oh, I have indeed seen it.

Kurusu Akatsuki heard people talking next to him.

"It's a group called 'Morfonica'..."

"What a striking bass!" said a passerby who also stopped under the advertising screen.

"That bassist's name is Hiromachi Nanami, right? What a beautiful bass solo."

"Should I say it's worthy of being a band from Tsuki no Mori Academy?"

What was the Moon Forest? Kurusu Akatsuki only remembered that his alma mater was called Gekkoukan Academy.

He wanted to turn around and leave, and change the wallpaper on his phone at the same time.

But that intense bass solo lingered around him like a ghost, impossible to dispel.

Kurusu Akatsuki couldn't move his finger down from the settings page, and finally stopped.

This was the first time he heard such an amazing bass solo.

After the prominent bass sound, the orderly drum beats and guitar melody gradually became the theme of the performance.

Gradually, I could no longer hear the girls' singing. My right hand, which was hanging naturally, trembled suddenly, and my fingers bent unconsciously, as if I was holding a pick and moving it on an invisible string.

Kurusu Akatsuki raised his right hand, and the feeling of squeezing the pick was so clear, but there was nothing between his fingers.

He raised his head and looked at the stage on the screen of the building. In the darkness, the cheering sticks became a brilliant galaxy surrounding the boundless and deep universe, and the girls in the center of the stage were the infinitely dazzling stars in this boundless depth.

The stars are too far away from the earth, and the light they emit always arrives late, but even so, it is enough to warm those who inadvertently bathe in this light and heat.

Despite the distance of time and space, one can still be infected by the fiery atmosphere.

The clamor of the crowd passed by Laiqi Xiao, leaving no impression on his mind. In fact, the music on the radio was also blurry; he couldn't hear a word. His mind was now filled with random fragments of guitar strumming, like intricate lines stretching freely in the blank space of memory. They formed a fantastical imaginary score, as if paving a path to the universe.

Kurusu Xiao vaguely felt that there was a pair of hands behind him pushing him forward, climbing up the lofty temple step by step.

But when he came to his senses, he just stood there in a daze, looking up at the advertising screen on the building, watching the concert preview replay again and again.

He clearly felt that the remaining "heart" in this body was extremely eager to reach that place.