Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 33: Sayuri is particularly jealous

I walked around and spent a long time in the mall.

Kitahara finally followed Sakura Reina's advice, chose a bottle of red wine and brought it to the old man. The old man was surprised by his arrival, but very happy.

After a long chat at the homeroom teacher's house, Kitahara gave his gift, but the other party refused to accept it.

But in the end, Kitahara still gave it away.

"Just a small token of my appreciation."

"It's nothing. If you don't accept it, I will come here every day in the future."

"I respect you very much."

After giving back to his former class teacher in this way, Kitahara set out on his journey home.

He sat down in a cafe in Shinjuku.

Although Shinjuku's crossroads cannot match the flow of people in Shibuya, it has one advantage, that is, there are coffee shops where high school students can go in and rest.

Beiyuan pushed open the door, and soothing warmth, accompanied by a clear light yellow light, fell on his shoulders. Most of the people inside were college students, and when they saw Beiyuan coming, several girls looked at him quietly.

Beiyuan found a seat by the window and looked out at the heavy rain.

Recently, it is the junction between spring and summer, and it rains more frequently. The magnificence of the city is also fully reflected at this moment. If you have money, you can sit in a coffee shop and enjoy life while the heater is on.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"A cup of black tea and strawberry mousse"

Kitahara flipped through a few pages and found that they were all desserts. He was not very interested, but the prices were quite high. Anything he bought would cost 1,000 yen.

From the perspective of cost-effectiveness, it is not that high and high school students cannot afford it.

It is also for this reason that those sitting here are all young women taking photos and urban beauties in bright clothes.

He took a photo of the dessert and uploaded it.

There were already messages on my phone, the earliest of which could be traced back to four in the afternoon.

Sayuri Sato: "Want to go out for dinner together?"

Sayuri Sato: "Talking.Angry.jpg"

Sayuri Sato: "Come to my office tomorrow."

Beiyuan glanced at the time. The most recent text message was from two hours ago.

At that time, I was still shopping in the mall with Sakura Reina.

The less a woman talks, the angrier she is.

Kitahara glanced at the favorability rating.

[Character: Sayuri Sato]

[Status: Because of your indifference, anger wells up within me. I'm currently using you as material to cast water magic.]

【Favourability: 67】

"?"

This female teacher kept talking about professional ethics, but she was not polite when using him as material.

Let's just maintain the relationship.

Sayuri Sato's masterful Mandarin is still very fragrant.

He called.

The phone rang for a while before it was hastily picked up. The teacher's angry voice came to my ears: "This is Sayuri, what can I do for you?"

Sayuri Sato was in the room with the lights only half on. On the computer screen in front of her was Kitahara's smiling face. She was angry at Kitahara's arrogance, but also addicted to his gentleness. At this moment, she was planning to have some fun, but she didn't expect that just as she started, someone with no eyes would call her.

"It's me, Yang Xi."

Kitahara's gentle voice made Sayuri Sato dazed for a moment. She pretended to be indifferent and said, "What do you want from me?"

"I was busy this afternoon and didn't see your message. Now that I remember you, I'll call you."

"I'm afraid there's someone nearby, so it might not be easy to go back." Sato Sayuri complained.

So jealous?
"How could that be? My sister is the only one in my heart."

Kitahara's lying skills have gradually improved: "If you don't believe us, watch the video."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the conversation, and the teacher's voice became guilty: "I'm working."

It's work. But it's a job that makes me happy.

Sayuri Sato spoke softly, afraid that he would hear her and ruin her righteous image in Kitahara's mind: "Anyway, it's not very convenient to video chat right now."

"Am I disturbing you now?"

"No, not if it's just a phone call."

The female teacher hesitated for a moment and swallowed her throat: "Call me sister a few times, and be sweet. I will treat you to dinner tomorrow."

"A new hot pot place opened in Shibuya."

"It's been cold lately, so you might want to eat. I'll take you there. I heard a lot of people have checked in."

Calling you sister in exchange for a meal, it’s worth it, right?

Sayuri Sato pursed her lips, ready to listen. She closed her eyes and listened quietly.

Hearing the words coming from the headphones, Kitahara was not in a very good mood. He was not interested in being someone else's toy. However, it did not stop him from teasing Sayuri: "You don't spend money on me, why should I call you sister?"

"I'll give it to you if you call me, hurry up."

Sayuri Sato's voice gradually changed from gentle to sharp.

She wanted to sprint.

Kitahara refused to give him face: "Then wait until you get the money, Mr. Sato."

"I remember that your brother took all the money you had with you and now you are penniless."

"I don't mind, but if you have to borrow money even for food, how can you support me?"

After making a series of declarations about being a scumbag, he quickly hung up the phone.

When Sayuri Sato heard the busy tone on the other end of the phone, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Afterwards, a feeling of dissatisfaction gradually surged up. The discomfort was like ants crawling all over the body. She was just one step away from success. A trace of pain flashed in Sato Sayuri's eyes, but when she tried again, it just didn't work.

She understood that the secretion of dopamine just now was due to the inner sense of guilt. The simple Kitahara did not know that he was her meal substitute. It was the guilt that made Sato Sayuri's excitement reach its extreme.

But now, Kitahara hung up the phone, which was equivalent to ending his sense of guilt.

"grass!"

The female teacher started to panic, "It was only a little bit short!"

She turned on her phone and wanted to call Kitahara, but found an extra message on the screen.

"My battery is out. Let's talk tomorrow when we have time. (cute.jpg)"

"Bastard!"

The busy tone on the phone indicated that he had indeed turned off his phone. As to whether it was due to lack of battery or some other reason, it was unknown.
Sayuri Sato threw her phone away angrily and went into the bathroom.

Tomorrow, I must call him to the office and give him a good scolding!
Don’t try to get away with it anymore!
Kitahara turned off his phone, stirred his black tea, and observed the system's tasks.

While he was chatting, many counterattack tasks flashed through the system.

[Bankrupt PR, needs a reward: Introduction to singing]

[Reward from a nearby civil servant: Funds Doubling Card]

[Reward for the syphilitic Goddess: Mastery of Cooking]

Although I can help, the cost seems a bit too much. The civil servant part is fine, but this syphilitic one, let alone mastery of cooking skills, even if it's master-level cooking, Kitahara is not interested.

He took a sip of black tea, and the faint tea fragrance flowed between his lips and teeth.

Under the light, Beiyuan was wearing branded clothes and had a cool temperament, like a nobleman.

Passersby looked on and whispered.

Soon, several women came over and started chatting: "Hello, are you alone?"

Kitahara looked up and saw that they were all adult women wearing earrings and lipstick. The protagonist of the counterattack mission was one of them, a woman wearing a suit and looking quite serious, with a sign of the Financial Services Agency Supervision Bureau hanging on her chest.

The Financial Services Department is affiliated with the national civil service and has a high status and income.

She seems to be a very capable woman.

There was an interest in Kitahara's eyes.

It’s good to be capable.

A copy ninja like him likes people with abilities the most.

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