Tokyo Psychic

"Hey, listen, we're going to have dinner together after school. Let's go together then. It's my treat."

Kurusu Akatsuki still declined, "I have club activities to attend after school. Let's talk about volleyball next time we have a chance."

Having said this, he walked towards the school gate in a cool manner, leaving behind a lonely and unruly figure to the school team members.

The Phantom Thief is now preparing to take a bus to Chiyoda to return the 110,000 yen he borrowed from Momoka Kawahara that day.

After all, these things are really not easy to explain during band training.

During class time, there was no one to be seen on the long and narrow path outside the school.

He bought a can of MAX coffee flavored with condensed milk from the vending machine.

Still as sickly sweet as ever.

However, compared to when he first arrived, the Phantom Thief now has 700,000 yen in his pocket for operations.

I'm finally starting to feel the familiar rhythm of life.

Kurusu Aki thought that when he was the richest in his previous life, he only had about 200,000 or 300,000 yuan in cash on him.

After all, the Mind Thief is a secret operation, and during the day, he has to find some less conspicuous work as a freelancer.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that Shoko Toyokawa is quite similar to him to some extent.

After all, her colleagues who worked with her probably couldn't imagine that this girl once ran a fairly well-known band at Tsukinomori Academy.

Walked out of the Cangshan 1-chome station platform.

At this time, clear sunlight flows down from the surface of prism-like high-rise buildings, like the Danube River gently wrapping the pedestrians in the streets and alleys, coming from the steel forest, rushing to the sky where the sun is hanging high, and white flowers blooming in the blue sea.

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(5k/1 words. Actually, I've already written over words. I'm going to take a shower, go out for a midnight snack with my roommate, and then go back to the dorm to add another chapter. I'll probably post it around AM when I have words.)

(By the way, I'd like to recommend this group friend's book, the Collapse of Iron fanfiction.)

"If I could go back five years, I, Liuying, would definitely choose to speedrun through Tribulation and complete it with one life!!"

Looking at everything that was familiar yet unfamiliar, Liuying suddenly wanted to howl.

Isn't this a quick run to get the perfect ending?

But why is there a girl in front of me who looks similar to me?

Liuying: "You said your name is also Liuying? Your teammate is also a Star Core Hunter? Then who am I?"

Firefly: "You said you were the only Grammer Iron Knight to survive the war? Then who am I?"

Not only that, why is there a favorability system?

Why is it full while we are chatting!

"I recalled my old memories, my earliest dreams, and you were in them."

—Email from Kafka.

No, don’t create a new account.

"I don't care about your nonsense, just follow me into the house."

——Text message from the stars.

Didn't you go to the Black Tower to work? How did you get on the Starry Sky Train?

The more Liuying looked, the more wrong she felt this world line was.

But when I reacted, even the firefly from the beginning came over.

"Can't I?"

Liuying: I have never felt happy about being reborn.

ip: Pinocchio basement.

062. The Lonely Guitarist and the Idol-like Drummer ( words)

(1 words/1 characters.)

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Kurusu Akatsuki checked the time on his phone, it was 3:20 in the afternoon. He took the elevator to the top floor of the department store. Under Kawahara Momoka's increasingly astonished gaze, he easily opened the fire door on the rooftop with the small lock-picking tool he carried with him.

The two of them walked up to the rooftop, standing behind the safety net and gazing out at the neat streets and rows of tall buildings. The shadows cast by the sun were like the black blood coursing through the city, seeping into flesh, corroding organs, and rotting the bone marrow.

"It's just a matter of paying back the money. There's no need to go to such a high place."

Momoka Kawahara stood behind Kurusu Akatsuki with her hands behind her back.

The sunlight shone on the boy's body, casting a golden halo on the outline of his figure.

Kurusu Akatsuki turned around, leaned against the safety net, and looked up at the clear blue sky above his head.

"I just wanted to talk to Ms. Kawahara about the future."

"Don't speak in such an ambiguous tone on purpose."

"Because 'future' is indeed the right word." Kurusu Akatsuki looked at Kawaharaki Momoka's beautiful face. "After all, everyone in the band seems to aspire to play music for the rest of their lives...except for you, Kawaharaki-san, and Toyokawa-san."

Kurusu Akatsuki put her hands in her pockets, her eyes drifting like clouds across the sky. "Toyokawa-san is very rational. She knew early on that her studies were more important than this impromptu band. She's probably already prepared to cut ties with all her new friends. As soon as the time for her senior year arrives, she'll swiftly cancel the band schedule and devote the rest of her campus life to studying and improving her academic abilities."

"If it's Ms. Kawaharaki who's experienced 'giving up studies for rock music', I'm sure you can understand her choice, right?"

Kawahara Momoka turned her face away in a noncommittal manner. "You're clearly a minor, but you're speaking with such a high tone. So, our first roadshow is about to begin this weekend, and you're talking about this specifically?"

"Because both Ijichi-san and Yamada-san attend regular high schools, they will definitely put their bands aside in favor of their studies for various reasons."

Kurusu Akatsuki looked Momoka Kawahara in the eye and said, "So, our band can only last a year at most. We might have to disband at any time starting next spring."

"You're so realistic, underage kid." Kawahara Momoka turned her face away and clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.

"It's strange that you're adults, yet you still have these inexplicable expectations of a group of high school students," Kurusu Akatsuki said, walking closer to her. "Is it because most of us in the band are very talented and capable, which gives you misplaced expectations?"

"Are you saying this now because you hope I won't get too emotionally invested in my current band?"

Kurusu Akatsuki walked up behind her and said, "After all, a professional singer can't take a year-long hiatus."

"Then I will definitely carry my guitar and speakers and find a smaller city to continue living..."

The corners of Kawahara Ki Momoka's mouth twitched a few times. "Let your future self think about the future, you're a minor... So, you took me out of my workplace, took the elevator to the top floor, and even pried open the security lock on the rooftop fire door, just to tell me this?"

Kurusu Akatsuki now revealed a somewhat troubled expression. "Actually, I had something more important to say, but I suddenly felt the timing wasn't right, so I hastily changed the subject."

Kawahara Momoka subconsciously took a few steps away from him, "If you want a girlfriend... go find one at school. If that doesn't work, the girls in the band are also good options."

The Phantom Thief thought her reaction was a little strange. She had never been so extreme before. It seemed that she became like this after he carried her all the way home that day.

Unable to resist teasing her, he simply played on her misunderstanding and said, "It can't be helped. Dating a high school girl isn't nearly as satisfying as dating the 'former lead singer of a rising rock band'."

Kawahara Momoka's reaction was exaggerated. Her beautiful eyebrows immediately knitted together as she stared at Kurusu Akatsuki nervously. "If this is just a joke, forget it!"

"It was Miss Kawahara herself who brought up the topic of love."

"I just want to gossip about the love story between high school students, not to make myself the protagonist of this story!"

"Hasn't Miss Kawaharaki, who has been single for twenty years, ever considered dating a young, handsome high school boy like me?"

Kawahara Momoka stared at Kurusu Akatsuki's incredibly handsome face after he took off his glasses. She couldn't find any sarcastic words to say, and could only say angrily, "Minors are getting more and more arrogant. Wait until you pay off your debts before discussing realistic topics like love with adults!"

"So, as long as I pay off my debts, Ms. Kawaharaki will be eager to date me?"

"Read less romance comics!"

Momoka Kawahara has completely lost the cool and handsome image she had when Kurusu Akatsuki first met her.

Kurusu Akatsuki didn't continue to provoke her.

He had indeed wanted to take the opportunity to educate this girl who was working outside about the dangers of "navigating to another world", and even went to the rooftop to prepare to sneak into the impression space.

However, considering that Toyokawa Shoko's mental state has been getting worse recently, and thinking of the terrible consequences that might result from letting more ordinary people know that "Amamiya Ren is a mind thief", he gave up the decision.

He closed the fire door, picked up the security lock with the lock pick still stuck in it, went around the door handle, and quickly screwed it back into place. "It's almost time to go home from school. Anyway, I'll ask Ms. Kawaharaki to drive me to STARRY. I borrowed some sound cards and speakers from the store manager for rehearsal."

Although she lost her part-time job at the courier company, Momoka Kawahara still rented an old van as a means of transportation.

After living in such a small apartment for a few months, she now has enough savings to move to nearby cities, such as Kawasaki or Yokohama, and enjoy better living conditions there.

However, instead of moving to a city outside of Tokyo, she is now more looking forward to the band's future.

Even if the situation is just as Amamiya Ren said, and this band only lasts for her a year, she will definitely be happy.

Momoka Kawahara couldn't explain clearly what kind of emotions and ideals she placed on these "amateur" high school students.

"But why are you so skilled at picking locks?"

She looked at the lock-picking tools that Kurusu Akatsuki had carefully put into her pocket, and finally couldn't help but complain.

"High school students are bound to encounter the embarrassment of forgetting their keys when they go out. It's normal to carry a set of lock picking tools with you, right?"

"Then who did you learn this lock-picking skill from?"

"I learned it while traveling to Hawaii with my family before our family fell on hard times."

The thief got into the elevator with her and pressed the floor button. As the elevator door closed and opened again, unlike the quiet and relaxed time they had alone on the rooftop, the intense, fast-paced life of the city suddenly hit them, like boiling hot oil, burning away all disguises, turning the thief into a high school student with heavy debts, and the former rock singer into a miserable laborer.

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PM4:31.

"Hey, look over there!" Hearing someone shouting, the boys who walked out of the beautiful porch and were about to go home together immediately stretched their necks to look towards the school gate.

A group of beautiful girls with different styles were pushing a small cart towards the club building, talking and laughing. On the cart was a protective plastic box, which contained musical instruments and some digital equipment needed for the performance.

"Who are they? I've never heard of them in school before."

"A newly debuted girl idol group?"

"Xinwei, do you dare to ask for the contact information of that girl with short blue hair?"

"Then let me ask you, do you dare to ask for the contact information of that yellow-haired girl?"

In the porch, two high school boys who pride themselves on their good looks are suffering from the turmoil of adolescence.

They looked at each other, and the sunlight reflected gorgeous spots of light in their eyes like a peacock spreading its tail.

"Haha, I dare."

"Then I dare too."

"How about this, you go ask the blue-haired, cool-looking girl for her contact information, and I'll ask the blond-haired, gentle-looking girl for hers. Then we can swap!"

"You're dreaming! The one with blue hair looks like it's really hard to communicate with!"

The two were arguing when they heard some unwilling and regretful cries from behind them.

At this time, I looked up and found that the girls were surrounding a black-haired boy who was carrying two guitar cases. He naturally joined in their conversation.

"It's Amamiya Ren!"

"Damn it, this damned real-life guy... How many resources does he have to hog before he'll stop? Isn't having Jing Qin Rencai enough? Damn it, that first-year girl Fang Ze has a lot of ambiguous relationships with him too!"

"Hasn't he even reached out beyond the school? Such pure skill, it's... it's Kaiou Amamiya!"

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Shoko Toyokawa turned her head with some surprise and looked at the group of boys who started making noise for no reason.

"Amamiya-san, you're really popular in school."

"Maybe you're more popular now." Kurusu Akatsuki pushed up his glasses. "Adolescent boys are like that. They get so excited when they see beautiful girls walking by in groups."

Ijichi Hongka curiously leaned over to look at his face, "So, when Amamiya-san saw us, was he 'overwhelmed with excitement'?"

Hearing this, Yamada Ryo cooperated by pinching his cheek with one hand and forcing a smile, "I am a beautiful girl."

Toyokawa Shoko thought seriously for a moment, then hesitantly said, "I...should I also be considered a 'beautiful girl'?"

Momoka Kawahara, who was walking beside them, was fiddling with the "temporary pass" hanging on her chest. When she heard their conversation, she suddenly felt a little creepy. She quickly quickened her pace and pretended that she didn't know these high school students.

Twenty years old is a very delicate age. You have just left the immaturity and ignorance of adolescence. All the unrealistic ideals and visions are gradually losing their fantasy color under the pressure of life and society, and you begin to understand the seriousness of reality.

But at the same time, I haven't completely lost those innocent longings, they are always faintly throbbing, so I always have to look back at the childish declarations and ridiculous behaviors made by the simple and idealistic self in the past, and then I feel so embarrassed that I want to bang my forehead against the corner of the table.