Tokyo Psychic

“Even songs that we are very familiar with can be played in a clumsy and out-of-tune manner. It’s not an exaggeration to say that everyone plays their own songs.”

"Ok?"

"In other words, Hongxia can have more confidence in herself. Well, that's actually what your sister meant." At some point, a ghostly sound engineer appeared from behind Ijichi Xingge and quietly patted his best friend's shoulder.

"Hey, PA, you guy..." Ijichi Xingge pushed the sound engineer back to her seat with some dissatisfaction, and asked her to continue making posters instead of herself. Then she stood up and walked to the counter on the other side to arrange today's work for the two high school students who had changed into work clothes.

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When I got off work, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.

Recently, Kurusu Akatsuki has become very famous among the female customers of STARRY. In order to take care of the physical and mental health of minors, Ijichi Seika strictly requires him to get off work before 8 o'clock.

The Phantom Thief counted the operating funds in his pocket, a total of 143,400 yen, and his mood suddenly became particularly bright.

I only wish I could work two more hours, sell a few more bottles of champagne, and make a fortune.

He rented a bicycle at the intersection near STARRY and planned to ride directly to Shibuya for dinner tonight.

Treat yourself to a good meal.

After all, the publication of the novel is progressing in an orderly manner. Editor Woyan reports to him on the progress every day on Line. It is said that the employees in charge of distribution at DB are very optimistic about the prospects of this book.

Kurusu Akatsuki will probably become rich soon.

......

A bicycle sped through Cherry Blossom Avenue, its rear end kicking up waves of cherry blossoms that flew towards the bustling Shibuya. A high school girl, carrying her shopping bags and returning home, grabbed her companion's sleeve, gazing at the fleeting and impressively gloomy boy on the bicycle. Beside him was Tokyo's colorful rain at the end of the cherry blossom season. A few cherry blossom petals fell into the open canal, and were swept by the rushing water into the vast ocean in the distance.

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[The Phantom Thief broke into the "Wada Beef Donburi"]

The Phantom Thief purchased the "Supreme Deluxe Gyudon Set Meal"

[Phantom Thief's Emotion, +20]

[Phantom Thief's Mental State, +10]

【Assets - 3200?】

【At this time, the remaining assets are 140200 yen】

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As soon as you walk out of "Gyudonya", you will find that there are really more urban men and women on the streets of Shibuya at night. You can often see refreshing fashion gurus wearing the most trendy outfits of the season from "VOGUE" and a pair of stylish jewelry. Occasionally, they appear at the door of a high-end restaurant or next to the display cabinet of a luxury store, and then suddenly disappear in the crowd in the blink of an eye.

The overall style and rhythm of a city ultimately depends on the people living in the city. As a city that has experienced many cultural shocks, Shibuya still retains a complex sense of the times after war and change in terms of both living conditions and culture.

Grind sushi, cherry blossoms, capital, bushido, and high-rise buildings into colorful crumbs, and sprinkle the glare of neon lights as seasoning into a goblet in the dim night to make a glass of sweet and sour red wine that symbolizes prosperity. This is probably Shibuya in Tokyo.

The Phantom Thief put his hands in his pockets and moved aimlessly with the crowd.

The advertisement playing on the screen of the business building suddenly caught his attention.

[The talented young painter, Kitagawa Yusuke, has released a new work, "Fox Masked Takejuro" after his masterpiece "Sayuri"! ]

These two paintings...are truly beautiful, with such strong tension and color contrast. Even an outsider like Kurusu Akatsuki could sigh in admiration at the work of this high school student, his own age.

That guy, is his name "Kitagawa Yusuke"? He seems to be a very pure guy who is devoted to painting.

Kurusu Akatsuki felt a little annoyed as he felt the intense gazes from all around him.

Although he was still wearing a showy school uniform, he had unconsciously straightened his back because he had just worked part-time in a livehouse. His messy hair was carefully combed, revealing an overly gentle and handsome face. However, combined with his sharp eyes, he immediately had the chic and neat temperament of "Okita Souji", and at the same time possessed an indescribable sense of fragility. But compared to the sickly swordsman like "Okita Souji" who actually existed in reality, he should be more like the "Kenshin Himura" in "Rurouni Kenshin", an "imaginary" swordsman who has been artistically processed and beautified!

It is hard for such a beautiful boy who suddenly appears to fail to attract the attention of passers-by.

Under the frequent gazes of tourists, this young man is like a flash of ephemeral flower blooming on the street. Everyone knows that its lifespan is short and fragile, but its gorgeous beauty is like the fireworks blooming in the sky at the night of the summer festival every year. People subconsciously approach it, wanting to retain this fleeting beauty.

Many loves died in the unspeakable pick-up. Maybe there was a chance of success, but they gave up the pursuit because of inferiority and shyness. After the girls left, they suddenly realized that the strong regret was like a sword that wanted to dig out their hearts.

But it doesn't matter.

Some people are already taking action.

On the road outside the pedestrian path, a luxury car slowly slowed down.

The car window opened, and a hand suddenly stretched out, as if trying to grab Kurusu Akatsuki's figure, and held it tightly.

It was a thin, powerful hand, with long fingers, distinct joints, and an almost morbid paleness. Calluses appeared all over its body, traces left only by countless streams of sweat; by countless experiences with paint, erasers, and charcoal; by countless relapses of inflammation; and by holding a paintbrush tightly for years.

His palm was pressed on the car door, five fingers clasped the handle, and his pair of deep blue pupils were fixed on Amamiya Ren who was walking slowly outside the car window.

Finally, the owner of the eyes called out, "Mr. Madarame, please stop the car."

"Is there something urgent?"

"Yes. Please hurry up." This was a sense of urgency that Madarame had never heard from him before, as if there were flames burning in all directions, and if he was a little slower, it would turn into pale ashes and drift away.

"I understand." Madarame told the driver to stop the car on the side of the road. The car door was opened and closed, and with the sound of hurried footsteps, the skinny-looking boy ran wildly on the street.

......

After experiencing the hustle and bustle of Shibuya, Kurusu Akatsuki is ready to go home and study how to turn his songs into music scores using software.

Suddenly, I heard a boy's voice behind me.

“Please, please wait a moment!”

The panting boy supported his knees with his hands and stopped behind Kurusu Akatsuki.

Kurusu Akatsuki could tell at the first sight that this was a very troublesome guy.

He was a tall, thin high school student with short dark blue hair and eyes, wearing expensive luxury brand casual clothes. After staring at Kurusu Akatsuki for a second, he swallowed awkwardly, then bowed politely and said, "My name is..."

"I know you, Kitagawa Yusuke, a talented painter." Kurusu Akatsuki put his hands in his pockets, leaving only a lonely back to the other person.

"I'm sorry to bother you!" Kitagawa Yusuke took a deep breath, his stuttering words filled with enthusiasm and obsession, "You must be me, the one I've been dreaming of and looking for... In short, please be mine..."

At that moment, Kitagawa Yusuke thought of painting this young man as his model, and immediately a tingling sensation like an electric current spread from within, climbing up his spine and rushing to his brain. His muscles cramped, his vision swam, and his heart raced. It was an indescribable anticipation, as if he had stepped onto the steps that would knock on the door of the temple of art. Every step forward and upward was a breakthrough that abandoned all that was stale and dull.

The strong throbbing made him a little incoherent, and finally turned into a dance. The 1.8-meter-tall art student posed on the street in a posture similar to the appearance of the Ginyu Force in "Dragon Ball".

"Be your painting model?" Kurusu Akatsuki's eyes trembled, and suddenly he didn't dare to turn his back to this guy. He quickly turned around and looked at him with a surprised and doubtful look.

"That's right!" Kitagawa Yusuke took a step forward, his eyes burning with fire. "I've never created a work that truly satisfies me... but from you, I sense a passion that no one else has. No, perfection!"

He was like trying to understand a perfect work of art, a miracle that a master craftsman had painstakingly carved.

Then, Kurusu Akatsuki took two steps back with some disgust.

"You'd better calm down. I'm a high school student. I have club activities after school and I have to work part-time. I don't have time to be your model."

"Part-time job?" Hearing this, Kitagawa Yusuke's voice became even more excited. He opened his hands and gestured to Kurusu Akatsuki, "No problem! I can give you this number... Please be my painting model!"

The Phantom Thief was stunned for a moment, "Are you artists so rich?"

"My master and my senior brothers and sisters are very rich. They should be happy to give me a sponsorship fee to entrust you to be a model - Aieeee! ~ Master, why?!"

Behind Kitagawa Yusuke stood an elegant old man, "I'm sorry that my incompetent disciple has caused you trouble."

As he spoke, the old man grasped Kitagawa Yusuke's neck and pulled him back, then handed a gold-stamped business card to Kurusu Akatsuki. "Regarding the model's matter, you can carefully consider it before responding. There's no need to make a hasty decision just because of his recklessness."

Then he glared at the talented painter in his hands, "Yusuke! Aren't you embarrassed enough?!"

"In front of art... uh uh uh..." Kitagawa Yusuke was dragged away by the old man.

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at the gold-embossed business card in his hand. It had the words "Madame Dojo" written on it, and a phone number at the bottom.

He really encountered the "dojo".

Kurusu Akatsuki found his bicycle locked on the side of the road and rode it back to Shigenjaya.

*

PM9:45.

The busy workday ended just like that.

After washing up, Kurusu Xiao sat on the bed, looking at the laptop startup animation, and began to recall the experiences of the past week.

After finishing band training tomorrow, we will prepare to leave for Kawasaki.

Thinking of this, he took out Line and found Jing Qinrencai.

Kurusu Akatsuki: [Jingqin, we have a club activity this weekend, so let's put band practice on hold for now.]

Jing Qinrencai responded with three huge exclamation mark emojis.

Jing Qin Renna: [Club activities... that again? ]

Kurusu Akatsuki: [You'd better get used to it sooner rather than later.]

Jing Serina: [Um...are we going to Chiyoda again this time?]

Kurusu Akatsuki: [No, this time we're going to Kawasaki.]

Kawasaki? Two people?!

In the bedroom on the first floor of the Sakura family's house, Jing Qinrencai, who had just taken a sip of cold medicine, almost choked herself to death.

She covered her neck, beat her chest desperately, and even rolled over and over on the bed, and finally she recovered.

The noise was a bit too loud, so Sakura Sojiro couldn't help but come over and knock on the door to remind them.

"sleep earlier."

Jing Qinrencai reluctantly agreed, then turned off the light and rolled around on the bed, coughing.

The phone was plugged in and placed on the bedside table. The timestamp on the lit lock screen page jumped little by little.

......

At 4:00 AM, all the street lights outside Shigenjaya were turned off.

Nina, the neighbor's Siamese cat, sat by the windowsill in LeBlanc's attic, flapping at the window tirelessly.

After a while, the window opened, and Kurusu Akatsuki, with dark circles under his eyes, angrily grabbed the dog's scruff, took it down from the attic, and put it back on the dark street.

......

The street lights will go out after four in the morning, and the bakery will open for breakfast at seven. It turns out that life is probably like this, sleep well, wake up well, the days pass quickly, time peels off layer by layer, unknowingly.

After a dull Saturday, the band still needed time to get used to each other and decided to schedule their first roadshow for the following weekend.

*

【August 2022, 4. 】

【0 days left until the Kawasaki trip begins. 】

The TV in the store was playing the behind-the-scenes footage of the last episode of "Kamen Rider Levis". The host's deliberately relaxed voice echoed in the store, and one could vaguely hear the audience's abuse through the screen.

Jing Qin Renna and Kurusu Akatsuki relaxed in their seats, drinking steaming hot coffee. The warmth rising from their stomachs and spreading to their limbs made them want to stretch their muscles and then -

Stretching and yawning are indeed contagious.

The two of them walked one after the other, expressing their tiredness and comfort in the early morning. The former was like a lazy cat stretching, while the latter's joints made a tiny rustling sound like a dagger being pressed against a whetstone.

Today, Ichi Serina wore a white T-shirt, a blue-gray plaid skirt, and an open-necked dark blue wool sweater. Her makeup-free face looked childishly adorable, her eyes, as innocent and clear as a lake's blue, shone with a naive innocence. A dark gray beret rested on the chair next to her. From her outfit to her makeup and demeanor, she exuded a feline-like agility and lightness.

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Kurusu Akatsuki couldn't help but sigh that if this girl could calm down, she would be a beauty.

Sakura Sojiro was clearly working; the faint sound of a coffee grinder grinding coffee beans could be heard from the other side of the phone. He waited a moment before asking, "You guys said... where are you going on a trip with your classmates today?"

“Kawasaki City.”

"Well, Kawasaki is a good place."

He looked at Kurusu Akatsuki with a gentle gaze and said, "Be careful on the road."

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(Because we have to rush to the top of the list, the release is slow. Each chapter can be stuck at the limit of the billing standard, so that everyone can read the chapter with the most words less coins, which is considered as compensation.)

(The weekly rankings are refreshed around 2:00 AM. So today's final wave of "four-in-one" will be sent out at 2:00 AM. Those who can't wait can go to bed first.)

(Don't worry, it will not affect tomorrow's normal update.)

(I recommend this book without any responsibility. This is a Pokémon fanfiction written by a friend in the group:)

[You participated in the King Challenge for the seventh time, and even though you played your best, you still failed to reach the quarterfinals.]