Tokyo Psychic

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The waiter could only smile wryly as he led Yamada Ryo to the restaurant. After Lai Xixiao released Jingqin Rencai and went to the front desk alone to check her account information, the cool and aloof girl from the band had already returned to the lobby. Her mouth was full of desserts and she was holding two egg tarts in her hand.

This is probably what is meant by "eating and taking" at the same time.

"He looks like a starving ghost reincarnated," Akira Kurusu complained about Ryo Yamada's rude eating habits.

Yamada Ryo swallowed the dessert in his mouth with difficulty. "Same to you."

Her gaze subtly swept over Inori Rina, Toyokawa Shoko, Wakaba Mutsumi, Anwa Subaru... and then she added, "Your eating manners, you lecherous ghost reincarnated, are quite unsightly."

"That's a bit of a slander."

"Hmph, slander, huh..." Yamada Ryo stuffed an egg tart into his mouth and chewed, saying indistinctly, "If you're so capable, then don't go visiting other people's houses tonight."

"What's wrong with me sleeping in the same room as my girlfriend?"

"You have too many girlfriends, which makes me feel insecure."

"They actually said it outright."

“It’s not really that strange… guys in bands are usually like that.” Yamada Ryo said with a nonchalant expression, then casually patted Kurusu Akira on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. “But you haven’t made a move on Nijika yet, which is really commendable.”

"What are you saying?"

"Huh? Don't you know that Hongxia is actually a very easy girl to win over?"

Tell me more.

"Haha, you've revealed your true colors, haven't you?!"

"What are you two whispering about over there?" Ijichi Nijika walked over, clenching her fists, and looked at Yamada Ryo. "Ryo, at least be careful when you're out... ugh?"

Before Ichika Nijika could finish speaking, Yamada Ryo stuffed the egg tart into her mouth and then gave Akira Kurusu a smug look.

Lai Xixiao pretended not to see her and was too lazy to pay attention to this overly rock-and-roll girl. She found Jing Qinrencai, who was staring at the goldfish next to the water tank in the corner of the lobby, and picked her up to go upstairs.

An and Subaru were engrossed in playing a mobile game, and slowly followed along.

The waiter waited for a long time in the stairwell, and bowed deeply when he saw Akira Kurusu.

"Everyone, let me show you to your rooms for tonight."

“Thank you,” Ichiki Natsumi bowed to her. “My friend has caused you trouble!”

Yamada Ryoya bowed lazily to the waiter and said, "Thanks."

The waiter smiled without saying anything, and then when Toyokawa Shoko and Wakaba Mutsu passed by, she bowed deeply again.

Momoka Kawahara, who was at the back of the group, noticed this "differential treatment" very keenly, and her eyes subtly changed.

......

By the time everyone participating in the training camp had put their luggage in their respective rooms, it was already completely dark.

In the Japanese-style courtyard, Akira Kurusu looked out at the dim twilight. Shoko Toyokawa and Mutsu Wakaba were taking a bath in the bathroom. Someone opened the bathroom door, and the sound of hot water splashing on the floor could be heard.

Turning her head slightly, one could see that Wakaba Mutsu's damp back appeared even smoother and whiter under the warm light, like a piece of mutton fat jade soaked in water.

Wakaba Mutsu sat on a bamboo chair with his back to Kurusu Akira, seemingly without any hesitation, scooping up some hot water with a wooden spoon and pouring it over his head.

*Thud.* It was the sound of hot water hitting the floor again. It was hard to tell whether the blush on the girl's face was from the heat of the bath or from the reserve and shyness of a virgin.

After washing her hair, Toyokawa Shoko wrapped her long hair in a towel. At that moment, she finally noticed the open doorway from the slight chill in the air. She stared in disbelief at Kurusu Akira, who was far away from the bathroom, and then looked down at "Wakaba Mutsumi," who had a sly smile on her face. Her heart was pounding like a drum.

"Hurry up, I need to take a shower too." Lai Qixiao turned around, facing the sea outside the window, with the tranquility of an old monk in meditation. "We've arranged to have barbecue outside tonight."

Just then, I heard the dull thud of wet feet hitting the tatami floor behind me.

Akira Kurusu suddenly felt a damp, scalding heat...

He looked down at his side and saw a series of very narrow and small footprints, like the traces left by seashells dragging on the beach after the tide receded. At the end of the footprints, he could see the smooth and delicate skin of his knees, which were slightly pink.

Below the knees, a pair of slender, delicate feet are visible, with rounded, pinkish-white toenails adorning pearly toes, and faint blue veins peeking through the snow-white skin. They are flawless, exquisite works of art.

Without realizing it, his hand was already on the girl's thigh, and then he slowly made a turning motion.

Motomu Wakaba, whose every move had seemed to carry a provocative undertone, suddenly became nervous.

Then, as if making a desperate gamble, Wakaba Mutsu suddenly bent his knees and knelt on Kurusu Akira's lap, hugging his shoulders.

Shoko Toyokawa, who was in the bathroom, was completely dumbfounded when she saw this scene.

She never imagined that her childhood sweetheart would be so bold.

Little did anyone know that when Wakaba Mutsu learned that this friend she met in kindergarten was the heir of the Toyokawa family, she still tried her best to maintain their friendship. That was already incredibly audacious of her.

Lai Xixiao held the naked girl in his arms, and following her flushed cheeks upwards, he met her misty, light golden eyes. Suddenly, a raging fire seemed to burn in his heart, stirring up countless sinful emotions.

In the end, he put the girl down, saying, "Stop fooling around, we're going out for dinner later."

Ruoye Mu gave a weak "Oh," then ran back to the bathroom. This time she closed the door and snuggled into Toyokawa Shoko's arms, rubbing against her as if she were annoyed.

......

"Miscalculation."

After taking a shower, Akira Kurusu confidently displayed her well-defined abs on the sofa, under the stares of the two girls, while squatting next to her open suitcase and rummaging through it.

Although I brought a swimsuit, I didn't pack any warm sportswear for going out at night in my suitcase.

Akira picked up her phone to check the current temperature, then simply opened the wardrobe, found the included yukata, and casually draped it over her shoulders. Too lazy to even wear sneakers, she put on the included wooden clogs, called to the two girls, and prepared to go out.

Having moved away from the bustling city center, there's no need to constantly wear non-prescription glasses to maintain a low profile.

Although he still hasn't styled his hair, occasionally when the sea breeze blows his bangs aside, you can see his breathtakingly handsome face.

With his loose-fitting clothes, relaxed demeanor, and steady gait, and if he were to carry a long sword at his waist, he would resemble a young nobleman warrior strolling through a market late at night.

If you were to look him in the eye, you would feel a sense of impending doom from those sharp eyes, as if you were about to be sliced ​​open by a blade.

An and Subaru met them in the hallway and looked at their boyfriends with some surprise, "Why are you wearing a yukata out?"

"Isn't it pretty?"

Anwa Subaru brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, his gaze darting away for a moment before settling on Kurusu Akira's face with a warm look. "You look beautiful."

Lai Xixiao nodded and then shook his head, then sighed dramatically, “I remember there is an article in the Chinese ‘Strategies of the Warring States’ titled ‘Zou Ji Advises King Qi to Accept Criticism’. The protagonist in the article asked his wife, concubine, and guest about his appearance, but without exception, he received praise that was contrary to the truth.”

An and Subaru blinked. "You mean..." But it was too late to speak up and dissuade them.

Akira Kurusu snapped her fingers, then stepped forward and blocked a newly opened door. "Nina, do you think I'm handsome?"

Izanagi felt her face flush, looked around nervously, and stammered, "Um... Amamiya-san is of course..."

Before she could finish speaking, Akira Kurusu walked away with little interest, then changed the subject and asked Ryo Yamada and Nijika Ijichi.

"Hongxia, Liang, do you think I'm handsome?"

Yamada Ryo gave Kurusu Akira the middle finger without hesitation.

Ijichi Nigatsu awkwardly covered Yamada Ryo's impolite gesture with both hands, saying, "Amamiya-kun is undoubtedly a handsome guy."

Akira Kurusu was very disappointed. "It's pointless. We're all band members who spend every day together, so we're all 'one of us.' Let's leave this topic here."

Toyokawa Shoko felt really ashamed and wanted to dissuade him, but Anwa Subaru stopped her with a smile.

“He’s just taking the opportunity to test the waters with girls who might have feelings for him,” Anwa Subaru whispered in Toyokawa Shoko’s ear.

Toyokawa Shoko's face was grim. "This is truly outrageous..."

"Lian has no intention of flirting; she's just maintaining appropriate distance when interacting with other girls in the future," An and Subaru said with great trust.

Toyokawa Shoko clenched her fist and then relaxed it. "Only you would believe him like this."

Anhe Mao patted her on the back, "You are clearly the one with the best chance of winning to the end, you should show more composure."

No sooner had she finished speaking than, in full view of everyone, Lai Xixiao actually took out her phone, tugged at her clothes several times and lifted her bangs, and opened the camera and pressed the shutter button repeatedly.

Akira Kurishi opened her social media app and posted her photo in the "Red Ginger" band chat room.

[The Attic Thinker uploaded four photos.]

【Ebitsuka Satoshi:? 】

[Ebizuka Satoshi: Why are you posting this so late at night?]

[Attic Thinker: No offense, just curious...do you guys think I'm handsome?]

[Ebizuka Satoshi: It's hideous! Take the photo back right now.]

[Rupa: (like emoji)]

[Kita Ikuyo: How come I never realized you were such a handsome guy?]

[The Thinker in the Attic: Kita-kun, you are the kindred spirit I've been waiting for... Actually, I've always thought you were a super beautiful girl, one in a billion in the galaxy.]

[Kita Ikuyo: Amamiya-senpai! Actually, I've always thought you were one of the most handsome guys in the entire universe!]

[Ebizuka Satoshi: These two are beyond saving.]

......

"Sister, why aren't you eating dinner?"

In the living room of the Goto family, Goto Ichiri's five-year-old sister watched her older sister kneeling on the sofa, gazing longingly at the rapidly scrolling chat history on the screen.

Goto Ichiri clenched her fists, her eyes seemingly burning with an invisible flame. "I also want to become a super beautiful girl, one in a billion in the galaxy."

Goto Natsumi's expression froze for a moment, then she pointed at her and burst into laughter, running to the dining table as she laughed, "Mom! My sister says she's going to become a super beautiful girl, one in a billion in the galaxy."

“Ichiri is already a beautiful girl, come and eat quickly,” the middle-aged man who looked like the male protagonist of a visual novel said gently. Then his wife across from him picked up her chopsticks and tapped the back of his hand, “You eat too.”

The man then reluctantly turned off the live football match broadcast on his phone screen, which was lit up on the side of the bowl.

......

"I thought we were going to try that 'kaiseki cuisine'."

Stepping out of the hot spring inn, Yamada Ryo looked back at the sign next to him, pointed to the picture filled with various exquisite dishes that looked high-end, and sighed.

Ichi Nigatsu kicked her heel. "That's super expensive!"

“There really is,” Akira Kurusu said, bragging to Ikuyo Kita on his phone while looking up to answer Ryo Yamada’s question.

"Huh? I didn't expect Amamiya to be so rich," Yamada Ryo said, looking at Kurusu Akira in surprise.

Akira Lai asked her in return, "Do you know how much it costs to charter this place for a four-day study tour?"

Yamada Ryo shook his head.

"Six million three hundred thousand yen."

"Oh... writing light novels is really lucrative."

Just as Akira Kurusu was anticipating whether her next sentence would be, "I also want to learn how to write light novels, please teach me," Ryo Yamada lived up to expectations and said, "Can I borrow some?"

Nijika Iji, standing next to Yamada Ryo, covered her face in anguish, feeling numb. "Ryo, don't go too far. Amamiya-san still has debts to pay off."

"How much are you planning to borrow?" To everyone's surprise, this time, Lai Xixiao actually agreed to Yamada Ryo's request.

Yamada Ryo said smugly to Ijichi Nigatsu, "I knew he would pay it all back."

Then she turned to Akira Kurusu and gave him a thumbs up, "One million."

"You can borrow it."

"Hey! How are you going to pay back a million?!" Ichiji Nijika exclaimed anxiously.

Yamada Ryo belatedly realized, "Yeah, how am I going to pay back a million..." She bit her thumb and thought for a moment, several unorthodox ideas popping into her head, but she finally managed to reject them all.

"Sigh, I think I'll pass." Yamada Ryo sighed. "Anyway, there's nothing I particularly want to buy."

"Where did you get your allowance this month?"

"I returned them all to Nina and Nijika as soon as they were handed out." Yamada Ryo put his hands in his pockets, his long, white legs standing out against the night sky beneath his denim shorts.

"So how much money do you still owe them?"

Thirty thousand.

"You're really amazing, Yamada Ryo."

"You flatter me, you flatter me," Yamada Ryo actually accepted Kurusu Akira's sarcasm with genuine pride, and he was actually quite proud of it.

Could it be that she thinks that being able to borrow money from friends so easily is proof of being "popular"?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be true.

Akira Kurusu shook his head and walked past Ryo Yamada toward his girlfriend.