Tokyo Psychic

"Rupa! Go get the spare key! Get this lazy sleeper out here right now!!"

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after awhile.

An He Subaru, with messy hair and disheveled clothes, was thrown out of the apartment along with her schoolbag.

At this time, there are still fifteen minutes before class starts.

Fortunately, the school uniform is completely black with a red grid pattern in the middle, which creates a somewhat depressing visual effect. So even if there are wrinkles everywhere, as long as all the buttons are buttoned, it will not look "sloppy" or "unkempt".

Kurusu Akatsuki is a very strange example. He is one of the few students in Shujin School who can successfully wear his school uniform to look sloppy in all the years since the school started... At least his teacher, Ms. Sadashiro Kawakami, is very sure of this... With messy hair, a hunched back, and always hunched shoulders, when you first meet him, you might even mistake him for a beggar dug out from some deep alley, or a moldy and rotten otaku dug out from a dark room.

An Hemai stood at the stairs, facing the sunlight, grabbed his long hair and tied it into a ponytail with a hairband, then ran downstairs in his square-toed leather shoes, got on the newly bought bicycle, pedaled hard, and rushed towards the direction of Xiujin.

At this moment, she felt like Don Quixote, wearing rusty armor, carrying a spear and an old shield, riding a skinny horse and charging head-on at the windmill that could not be conquered.

As expected, even after getting on her bike and riding it with the fastest strength of her life, she was still late.

The summer southerly wind blew the ends of his hair in his face. An Hesuba looked at the campus in front of him, the tall buildings on both sides, the stern-looking security guards, and the final line to prevent students from skipping classes... the intelligent facial recognition gate.

The past is like some old songs in a tape recorder. Although they are old and I am even tired of them, every time I listen to them, it seems like I am back in the past.

I remember that the day after reporting to junior high school, she was late because of playing games.

History always repeats itself in a surprising way. An and Subaru once again find themselves being "interrogated" alone by the dean.

"Anhe classmate."

The Dean of Students, Mr. Ito Sanshui, who was hailed as a "devil" by many students, stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from the crowd on campus. Suddenly, he turned around, looked at her with disdain, and said slowly, "You're late."

An He Subaru's hair stood on end. Just as she was about to use her years of schooling and the "acting skills" she'd cultivated at the arts academy to perform a powerful, impassioned bow and apology, like a samurai disemboweling or a general slashing his throat, the steady voice suddenly rose several decibels...

"Is it because your home is too far from school?"

"Uh, no."

"Is it because of illness or injury?" Ito Sanshui asked her.

"Not at all."

"Could it be... because you stayed up late to study and overslept?" He looked at the faint dark marks under An Hesuba's eyes.

The shame in An He Subaru's heart suddenly reached its peak, "Sorry, actually it was me who stayed up late..."

"Don't say anymore," Ito Sanshui immediately raised his hand, his face full of emotion and respect. "I understand what you mean. Let's go back to class."

Then, Ito Sanshui carefully pushed her out of the office. "You must study hard. If you have any questions about math, feel free to come to the office. We have a math group... Our math teaching and research group is very enthusiastic to help every student."

Thanks to Kurusu Akemi's example, every transfer student from now on will enjoy the respect of teachers in all subjects.

An and Subaru returned to the classroom in a daze, found their seats in a daze, and then fell asleep in a daze, feeling very sleepy.

The one who fell asleep at the same time as her was Akatsuki Kurusu from the next door 2-D class.

During the third class, Ito Sanshui walked into the classroom.

The girl who had a good personal relationship with An Hesuba was about to slap her to wake her up, but unexpectedly she was immediately focused on by Ito Sanshui's almost murderous gaze... There was a sudden booing in the classroom, and no one dared to remind An Hesuba anymore.

The second class of Class 2-D is mathematics. Ito Sanshui has already experienced how terrifying Kurusu Akatsuki is when he gets grumpy when waking up.

He didn't want to be completely crushed by a second transfer student on the math problems he was so proud of.

So, An and Subaru slept like this for the entire morning.

By the time Kurusu Akatsuki, who was yawning, brought Jingqin Rencai to the classroom door to look for her, there were no other students in the classroom.

"Let's go to the club room."

"Oh." An Hesuba covered his face with the red marks left by his arm and left his seat.

The three of them walked in the corridor and received admiring glances from countless students.

Black background with red grid, ignoring school rules and regulations, we also have our own "Xiao" organization.

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(I was ganked by a blocked word, a little late.)

(By the way, let me introduce a good friend's book, an original Tokyo youth daily novel, two million words completed, the annual best "Triple Crown", "Hedgehog Cat's Highest Mountain and Longest River":)

I am a social animal with a normal outlook on life, values, and love. My worldview was shattered after my soul traveled through time. By chance, by ...

Tenth update preview, 2024.12.4

December 2024.12.4, . Tenth update preview.

By the way, a few words of emotion:

The thing I regret most this year is that the day before yesterday, when I was teaching newbies in a book club about how to write a book and published the outrageous statement "The most important thing about writing is to abstain from sex", I didn't use the pen name "Dongnanxiwangyue" but the QQ name "BWY"... I didn't expect that this picture would break the circle within a day. It was not only circulated in the online literature circle, but also in the gaming circle. However, I didn't get any of this huge traffic.

If you think about it carefully, if you can't get this wave of traffic, then forget it. There's no need to go back and try to get it. It's better to write the book steadily and work hard on the writing style and plot. Traffic gained by luck will always backfire one day. Such false gains will always be rootless. Reputation and fame should be earned through one's own strength.

There is a line in "The Queen of Dante": "She was too young at that time and didn't know that all the gifts given by fate had already been secretly marked with a price"... Fate put a loan sharking contract in front of me, but I didn't sign it.

071. Comparable to Nuwa mending the sky (four in one)

（月初加更：1/10、2/10、3/10、4/10）

(This chapter hits the pay line, so I'm reducing the subscription amount as compensation.)

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"Why are you going to the club room again during lunch break?"

They were almost at the club building when An and Subaru finally came to their senses from their lingering sleep.

Kurusu Akatsuki flipped through a few pages of the exercise book in her hand and placed it on the pile of books in Jingqin Rencai's arms. "I'm giving Jingqin a tutoring class. You can just follow along."

"Eh? Make-up classes?" Miss An He Subaru from the Arts Academy showed a puzzled expression.

In her impression, the content of supplementary classes are basically "cultural course cram schools" that the school arranges near the end of the semester and that all students are required to attend.

Jing Qin Rencai looked at Kurusu Akatsuki with a very dissatisfied look, and then staggered with the test papers and exercise books piled up like a mountain in her arms and protested, "You are a 'tutor'!"

The "tutor" here of course refers to a private tutor who provides one-on-one lessons.

Kurusu Akatsuki is now employed by Iseriri Jinna, so in principle, there shouldn't be more students auditing her classes while she's tutoring... although the agreed tuition fees haven't been paid yet.

Sensing the awkwardness in Jing Qinren's heart, Kurusu Akatsuki tugged at his tie, looked out at the sunlit corridor, and expertly began to coax the child, "I'll definitely abide by the agreement. I just wanted to take this opportunity to advertise myself... You know, life is a bit tight for me. Since I'm starting a part-time tutoring job, I'd definitely like to have more clients."

Jing Qinrencai opened her eyes wide and glared at him for a long moment before turning her face away in a huff. "Then you're not allowed to let anyone else sit in on the class."

One-on-one teaching is a very personal matter in many ways, because students often want to "confide" in their teachers about their various academic shortcomings and some bad study habits... If there are auditors in such occasions, people will feel quite ashamed and embarrassed.

Kurusu Akatsuki checked the time on her phone. Yoshizawa Kasumi should already be waiting in the club room with her lunch. "Don't worry, Anhe won't understand what we're saying... literally."

An and Subaru, who were walking beside him, curled their lips and said, "Don't look down on me... My final grades are all A's!"

"Can the academic performance of an arts school be at the level of a third-year junior high school student?"

Kurusu Akatsuki's counter-question immediately killed all thoughts of An and Subaru to refute.

An He Subaru has gained a deep understanding of how simple the exam questions at the Arts Academy are through her class assignments in various subjects during this period. She couldn't even understand the questions, so she could only throw a tantrum on Line and beg the leader of the Phantom Thieves to have mercy and send her the answers.

Kurusu Akatsuki couldn't help but sigh, "Don't worry, Jingqin-san. Students like you who have successfully made it to the second year of high school are completely different from Anhe-san, who has completely lost himself in the inferior academic curriculum at the arts school. Even if she forced herself to listen to my teachings through boredom and confusion, it would probably be like playing the lute to a cow."

An He Subaru crossed his arms over his chest, looking unhappy and angry, but she couldn't even find a reason to be stubborn... "Just wait, I'll hire you as a tutor starting today. Let's see what you, the top student in the grade, can teach me."

Kurusu Akatsuki smiled gently, "Spend rationally."

"Why, are you expensive?"

"In Tokyo, a private tutor of my level would charge at least 6,000 yen per lesson."

"Huh? So expensive!" Jing Qinrencai on the side exclaimed in surprise.

An and Subaru were also in unprecedented turmoil.

Fortunately, her family was considered wealthy, and thanks to her artistic academy credentials and her exceptional looks, she had appeared in numerous commercials. She had ample funds at her disposal, and her horizons were far broader than those of Jing Qin Rencai... She forced herself to remain calm and asked Kurusu Akatsuki, "You don't even have a teaching certificate, so charging this much is completely unreasonable."

Hearing this, Kurusu Akatsuki quickly lifted her bangs and took off her glasses, skillfully using them to secure her hair in place. Facing the bright sunshine, she smiled even brighter. "Does that make sense now?"

If human charisma were rated, with "5" being the highest, then Kurusu Akatsuki would have a face that's a level five. The Velvet Room, a conscientious company operating across the globe, excels in this regard: while Philemon promises each contractor a personal secretary, they also don't intend to let their dedicated and loyal employees suffer. Therefore, the criteria for selecting contractors are "good character," "excellent potential," and "outstanding appearance."

Jing Qin Rencai almost lost her grip on the book in her arms, her voice trembling, "Narcissism!"

"Shameless." An Hesuba turned his eyes away somewhat stiffly.

The two girls reacted violently almost simultaneously.

If Kurusu Akatsuki was just an ordinary "Tokyo handsome guy", it would be unlikely to cause such an exaggerated effect... After all, it is the information age, and everyone has seen a lot of young idols with different styles in TV dramas.

But for Jing Serina and An He Subaru, he also has the identity of a "mind thief" and has saved their lives, so they have accumulated a lot of good impressions of him.

An He Subaru calmly rubbed his face with the back of his hand, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was not hot. "Amamiya-san, please don't be so frivolous. Saying things like that can easily lead to misunderstandings."

"That's right, that's right..." Jing Qinrencai agreed in a low voice.

Seeing them like this, Kurusu Akatsuki gave up on teasing them. He put his glasses back on and said lazily, "Jingqin's father is a professional teacher. He reviewed my test paper and suggested a salary of 3,000 yen an hour, with no limit on the number of classes... Of course, he'll only officially hire me if he sees significant progress on her monthly tests."

He glanced at An and Subaru, "Your foundation is too weak. You might even have to start from the first grade. It's a long way from catching up with the current second-grade curriculum. I guess you'll need remedial lessons."

An He Subaru's movements also seemed awkward. "I... I haven't decided yet whether to pursue further studies. Principal Xin Ma said he could contact an idol agency on my behalf and let me visit and study to further my acting skills."

Kurusu Akatsuki walked to the front, put his hands in his pockets, and looked back at the girls in the corridor. "From your words, I can only sense that you are bored and perfunctory about the profession of 'actor'."

An and Subaru looked frustrated. "You're really... shameless."

Kurusu Akatsuki placed his right hand against his forehead, making the gesture of a pistol. "According to my research on psychology, Anhe-san should have been actively and proactively seeking changes in his life trajectory during his time studying in Tokyo, right?"

"How come 'psychology' has appeared?" Jing Qinrencai complained while holding a book.

Kurusu Akatsuki glanced around. Seeing no pedestrians or cameras, he raised his right hand and waved it at her. "It's one of the required lessons for the Phantom Thief of the Mind."

An and Subaru stared at Kurusu Akatsuki nervously, "I'm suddenly a little scared of you."

"Are you afraid that I'll see through your secrets?"

"I'm afraid you'll become the king of gigolos in Shinjuku."

The thief's retreating steps came to a halt.

Under the protection of his elders at home, An He Subaru was able to frequently come into contact with the entertainment industry safely and undisturbed. He showed a sad look, "You are becoming more and more like a gigolo, Amamiya-san."

Kurusu Akatsuki stopped smiling and said, "So, Anhe-san, what are your intentions for taking extra classes now?"

"I need a lot of lessons, please give me a lower price."

Having had his sore spot touched, Kurusu Akatsuki's face was as ferocious as a ghost. "Think about it again?"

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been so stubborn and acted so superior..."

"If apologies worked, what would we need the police for?"

Kurusu Akatsuki's response was a credit card handed over by An He Subaru, which symbolized "premium customer" status, with a 90-degree bow. "Please give me your guidance in the future."

In Japan, minors aged 16 to 17 can apply for credit cards as long as they meet the bank's income and credit requirements and have a guardian's guarantee.

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at An Hesuba, who had just turned 17 a few days ago, and then looked at the high-end credit card in her hand. The anger burning in her body was extinguished in an instant.

He tried hard to look away, pretending to be nonchalant, and then slowly pushed the bank card back. "Call me 'Master' from now on."

"Yes, 'Master'!"

"Go have lunch first... I'll let you know the schedule for the make-up class on Line later."

"Yes!"

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After the dull lunch break, there were two consecutive science classes that were so boring that the whole classroom was sleepy.

Jing Qinrencai felt very angry.

Because Kurusu Akatsuki is not sleeping now, he is playing mobile games to pass the time while staring at Jing Qinren with a look of disappointment.

As long as Jing Qinrencai showed any sign of slacking off, an eraser would fly at her at an extremely fast speed like a ninja throwing a hidden weapon and hit her head.

In this regard, Jing Qinrencai dared not say anything, and she had to pick up the eraser and return it to the other party.

After half an hour of quizzes on various subjects in the club room, Kurusu Akatsuki had a certain understanding of Isen Jinna's academic ability.