Tokyo Psychic

"The genius transfer student who won the second place in the explosive grade with nearly 200 points is actually a hidden super handsome guy?!" These words caught my eye.

When Fang Zexia opened the post, she felt a little overwhelmed by the overwhelming exaggeration and boasting.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you're a freshman...it's normal that you're not used to using the forum."

"Senior, wait a minute! Amamiya-senpai! Can I add your contact information?!"

Seeing that Kurusu Aki was about to leave, Yoshizawa Kasumi didn't know where she got the courage and guts to shout behind him like that. She felt that her face was probably red.

"Ah, contact information...?"

"I want to repay the kindness of my predecessor!"

"There's no need to ask for anything in return; it's just a small favor. But I can give you my contact information."

Kurusu Akatsuki approached with his phone in hand. He looked at the pitiful number of contacts in the phone book and his eyes twitched. "Send me your number."

Yoshizawa Kasumi felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her throat at any time. She tremblingly dialed her own phone number, half bowed, then raised the phone above her head with both hands and handed it to Kurusu Aki.

Where did this white-collar worker come from?

Kurusu Akatsuki took Yoshizawa Kasumi's phone with some helplessness and started operating it.

He has a very clear understanding of his appearance. He is at a stage where he is a sure-win for both the "older" and "younger" types, even those of the same age, and he is an all-round killer.

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With more experience, he became very good at dealing with all types of women.

After entering the phone number and email address, Kurusu Akatsuki returned the phone to Yoshizawa Kasumi.

"Okay, this way we can save each other."

Yoshizawa Kasumi blushed, held her phone against her chest, and bowed deeply to Kurusu Akatsuki.

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In the health room, a woman in a white coat took a sip of her teacup and heard everything going on outside clearly through the open door.

Youth...is so good.

She looked at the dark brown liquid in the teacup and couldn't help but sigh.

Working here every day makes me feel younger.

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021. Phantom Thief, Your Vacation Is Over (Two-in-One)

"Department of Mental Health Education, are you sure this is the name?"

"determine."

In the dean's office, Ito Sanshui looked at the application written in the memo on his mobile phone in front of him, forcing himself to ignore the overly perfunctory attitude.

In the past, every student who wanted to create a club would be polite and respectful, nodding and bowing, serving tea and water in the hope that the seniors and teachers would relax their review. The most important thing was that the application form had to be made in at least two copies, two printed paper copies and two original electronic copies.

But, is Ito Sanshui a person who doesn't understand reason?

Lord Fengxian, you have worked hard in your studies every day. The application for establishing the club is a bit sloppy... No problem!

At worst, he could rewrite it for Amamiya Ren and hand it in later.

Ito Sanshui briefly explained a few things to Kurusu Akatsuki, such as finding all the club members within the stipulated timeframe and preparing a few feasible club activity plans in advance...

About half an hour later.

Kurusu Akatsuki walked into a spacious music classroom. The surrounding walls were covered with a layer of white sound-absorbing panels, and there was no other decoration.

He looked at the student union secretary in front of him with a strange expression.

"Is this my club room?"

The secretary nodded somewhat nervously, "This used to be the activity room for the light music club."

"Where's the original Light Music Club?"

Kurusu Akatsuki glanced around. There were no bulky musical instruments, no classroom computers, not even the most basic radio or speakers. The classroom was empty, the curtains drawn, the lights casting a pale, pale light. With the door closed, it truly had a prison-like atmosphere.

"The light music club disbanded last year. The seniors took their instruments and left school after graduation. Until now, no one has applied to form a new 'light music club'... After all, learning an instrument is very expensive."

The student council secretary, also a second-year student, quietly asked Kurusu Akatsuki, "You're assigned to this classroom. I guess they're going to start a 'Rock Club,' right?"

"It's the Mental Health Education/// Department." Kurusu Akatsuki corrected.

I have to say, the name of this club is really intimidating.

The secretary hesitated for a few seconds, "Mental health education...what does this club usually do?"

Her work as a student union cadre included registering and reviewing the activities of clubs. Although she was repeatedly told to relax the standards, the necessary procedures still had to be followed.

Kurusu Akatsuki thought, as expected, he asked the question.

Then he took out his mobile phone and began to recite the lyrics he had adapted from the Internet.

"The recent frequent occurrence of 'out-of-control incidents' has once again brought the dangers of mental illness to the public's attention. However, students still lack a clear understanding of the various harmful effects and potential risks of mental illness. To enable them to take adequate preventative measures and respond to 'out-of-control incidents' before they occur, our Mental Health Education Department was established."

It was clearly read in a gentle tone, but somehow one could hear a sense of passion in it.

The secretary suddenly felt helpless and took two steps back, as if she was truly overwhelmed by Kurusu Akatsuki's awe-inspiring aura...

In fact, she was almost driven to "heart arrhythmia" by the sudden contrast with this "star student" of the same grade. She had never seen such a handsome boy with such a nice voice before. She had the illusion that her teenage idol was reading her love letter to her in person.

After finally recovering from the shock, the secretary finally remembered his job.

"But this should only be considered as a recommendation for the club's external publicity, right? Please be more specific about the content of the club's activities!"

"...helping students resolve psychological issues that may arise from accumulated pressure from studies, further education, and daily life."

The secretary did not continue to ask for more details, after all, it was a special matter.

"Can you add Amamiya-san's contact information?"

Before leaving, the secretary suddenly said this.

Kurusu Akatsuki thought of her status as a student council member and did not refuse.

Soon, only the lone thief was left in the huge music classroom. He suddenly walked towards the windowsill which was covered with a thin layer of dust.

He opened the curtains. The deep red sunset had sunk behind the tall buildings. Half of the sky was covered with thick black fog. A faint ray of bright moonlight could be seen, emitting a hazy glow.

I asked Mr. Sakura for leave today, so I have plenty of time in the evening and night.

The club's affairs have come to an end. The next step is to find some people who won't meddle in other people's business to help make up the number of people.

Kurusu Akatsuki was in a good mood.

I still have about 14,000 yen in cash.

Let’s go to the Internet cafe and play some games.

After playing "Valorant" for a few days in a row, his account level finally met the requirements of the ranked mode. He would finish the qualifying match tonight and see what rank he would be ranked in the end.

Just as he was thinking this, his cell phone rang.

First there was a melodious violin sound, and then a soft female voice began to sing "The sun is closed, the night is an inferior feeling..." This is the representative work of the Morfonica group, "fly with the night".

Who is calling me late at night?

Kurusu Akatsuki took out his cell phone.

【"Toyokawa" requests you to answer the call. 】

Oh, it’s the creditor.

Half a month later, trouble came knocking again.

Kurusu Akatsuki glanced back at the closed classroom door and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, this is the Amemiya family."

There was a loud noise coming from the receiver.

Then a rather rude male voice began to say, "Let me see the IOU... Um, the eldest son of the Amamiya family, you are Amamiya Ren, right?"

"I'm."

The sound in the receiver suddenly became quieter, probably because the person who was speaking walked away for a distance. I could hear him complaining to others.

"Oh, this is really troublesome. It doesn't look like a lonely high school student can pay you back. So, what are you going to do next, Mr. Toyokawa?"

"Why can't you use those methods..."

Before he could finish his words, "Mr. Toyokawa" was suddenly punched, and his cry of pain could be heard through the phone.

"Don't speak to me in such a commanding tone, you idiot gambler who abandoned his family and daughter."

The male voice on the receiver gradually grew louder, and the speaker moved closer to the phone. "Hello, Amemiya kid, we're going to take over your debt soon. No matter what method you use, we must see you transfer 2.36 million yen to Toyokawa's account within a month. Do you understand?"

"What if I don't have the ability to repay?" Kurusu Akatsuki looked at the night outside the window.

"Who cares whether you have the ability to repay or not? We will use our own methods to make you pay off your debt."

"I recorded the call." Kurusu Akatsuki still spoke in a nonchalant tone.

The person speaking on the other end of the phone wasn't angry at all, but just emphasized the threat.

"Kid, don't threaten us with those tricks from school. Trying to be clever will only make your fate worse."

"Really? I understand."

"As long as you know......"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Kurusu Akatsuki hung up the phone without warning and skillfully blocked the number of "Toyokawa family".

He looked at the blurry reflection in the window glass. It was himself in his thief costume.

Gambling... Kurusu Akatsuki muttered the key words he had just heard on the phone.

Maybe this time I will really be involved in various disputes in the underworld.

First, find a place to meet up, and then use the power of "Dioscuri" to secretly eliminate all their thugs.

As long as all the thugs are in the hospital, those guys should be more obedient for a while... This is the worst way of dealing with it that Kurusu Akatsuki can think of.

After all, he didn't want to work hard to pay off the debts of a guy who was addicted to gambling.

The best solution to this problem is of course to send them a warning letter in the name of "Mind Thief", and then steal the sins in the hearts of the entire gang, including the creditor, and let them confess spontaneously.

So the question is, when will the Velvet Room sign a contract with me and give me the benefits that a gold medal employee deserves?

Just as he was thinking this.

The melodious sound of violin rang out from the phone again.

Kurusu Akatsuki picked up the phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

He still chose to answer the call, but this time he did not take the initiative to speak.

He wanted to hear what methods the underworld debt collectors would use to threaten him——

"Is this Mr. Amamiya?!" A trembling female voice came from the receiver.

This development seemed a little different from what he expected.

"I'm Amamiya, what's wrong?"

"My father hasn't been home for many days, but I just received text messages and calls from those people. They said that Mr. Amemiya is..." The voice in the receiver gradually became tearful, making the whole conversation become an emotional mess.

"So, if I can't pay the money back, you, as the daughter of the Toyokawa family, will also be implicated. Is that what you mean?"

"No, no! Mr. Amamiya's debt is only a small part of our family's current difficulties. I just want to..."

"Because I'm about to become one of the victims, so you want to ask me for help?"

"I... I'm sorry, I really don't know what to do." The crying voice in the receiver was more shaken than ever before, but as if she realized her own immaturity, the crying gradually became softer, and then the girl choked and said.

"Father wasn't like this before, but..."

"It gets weird all of a sudden, doesn't it?"