Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 37. "Tokyo Scumbag"

May 5st, starry sky, evening of business day.

The guest seats were sparsely filled to two-fifths. Masumi sat behind the bar, reading a book nonchalantly, while paying attention to the noise around him.

"...Then she said something like, 'I'm sorry Yang Kui, I didn't tell you because I was worried you might mind... Really, does she think she knows me so well?'"

"Eh? You're really bad at reading the air."

Two office ladies were chattering away about workplace gossip, and Masumi was so engrossed she'd lost focus on the book she was reading. Where had she been reading? It seemed to be the section about "Bamboo Cage Eyes."

He simply closed the book and planned to listen attentively, but his voice was drowned out by the laughter of several high school boys at another table.

"Did you guys watch yesterday's baseball game? That home-base stealing move was so cool, it was even more outrageous than a cartoon."

"No, I didn't. I joined the Going Home Club because I watched TV. I think Shohei is the only one in the entire first grade."

"If you like baseball so much, why didn't you join the baseball club?"

"Of course, the baseball club's advisor is a complete freak. I have a childhood friend in the club who's tortured to death by him every day."

"But the baseball club's manager, Mizushima-san, is really pretty, and she's thoughtful and caring. She's simply an angel." Another friend showed an admiring expression.

"Obviously, Hasegawa-san from the broadcasting club is better. She usually looks inconspicuous with a pair of old-fashioned black-framed glasses, but when she appeared as the host at the school festival, she took off her glasses and I was shocked!"

From yesterday's baseball game, the topic shifted to the beautiful girls in school.

Ordinary conversations about mundane daily matters naturally take place in the cafe.

Masumi has no interest in high school girls, but the two female office workers who were gossiping leave at this moment, so he opens the novel again.

After reading for a while, the snow-white pages were suddenly swallowed by shadows.

He raised his head and saw a young female office worker with light makeup on her face, staring at Masumi with the eyes of a carnivore.

"Mr. Miyamura, you really love reading."

"Just killing time." Masumi said casually: "Also, my last name is Miyazawa."

"Sorry, that's so rude." The female office worker's smile didn't fade at all, as if she said it on purpose. "The coffee shop is open until seven, right? After get off work, do you want to go to the izakaya for a drink together?"

"Sorry, I don't drink."

"It's okay, just chatting is fine."

The female office worker pursed her lips, and perhaps because she was wearing contact lenses, there was a faint gleam in her eyes.

Masumi felt like she was about to be grabbed by a predator, and subconsciously shuddered. She firmly refused, "Really, no need. I have other things to do after get off work."

"Okay, see you next time, Mr. Miyazawa."

She left with a regretful tone, but I always felt that she would not give up so easily.

"Ugh--"

Masumi let out a long sigh, rested his chin on the table, and slowly raised his eyelids.

"Masumi-kun, you're really popular."

Asami teased him as she came out of the kitchen.

"Did you hear everything?"

"Which part are you talking about? The one about Yumi's cheating on her with a married man, or the one about "Mr. Miyamura" in the back?"

"A little bit of both."

Masumi sat up straight again, and Asami walked towards him with a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Your herbivore, artistic temperament is quite appealing to girls. You must have had many girlfriends in Tokyo, right?"

"Why do you think so?"

"Intuition. I have a feeling you, Ito-kun, and Hyoudou-kun are the same type of people. Maybe you'll have a huge harem and have four or five girlfriends at the same time."

Who are Ito-kun and Hyoudou-kun?

"You think too badly of me. I thought I would be the type to be loyal in relationships." Masumi said sincerely.

should.

"Nonsense! Tokyo people are always lying. How annoying!"

"Even if I quote the words of a great writer, it won't enhance my persuasiveness," Masumi said calmly.

"Also, I'm from Kobe." "Oh? What's that famous saying? No wonder it sounds familiar." Mami raised an eyebrow and then asked, "Don't change the subject secretly, so...how many girlfriends have you had?"

"not even one."

"Really?" She obviously didn't believe it.

"Well... if I really have to say, there might be one."

"Why are you so ambiguous?"

“Because the situation is quite complicated.”

Masumi chose her words carefully and said, "How should I put it... we should be considered as lovers, but our relationship is not that close. We haven't even held hands or anything like that. Um... I don't have any romantic feelings for her either."

After he finished speaking haltingly, Masumi saw Asami looking at him with stunned eyes.

"Tokyo, it's scary."

"That's nothing."

"Does that girl like you?"

"Yeah." Masumi nodded in affirmation without hesitation, "and it seems too heavy." He felt a little nervous just thinking about it.

Memories surfaced from the deep sea, like light golden hair swaying at the end of my sight.

Mami had only been asking casually, but she hadn't expected to uncover such a stimulating topic. With eyes alight with excitement, she asked, "When did this happen? Do you mind telling me? Are you still in touch?"

"There's nothing much to say. We were dating for less than a month and it ended before I returned to Kobe."

"Who broke up with me?"

After a brief silence, Masumi replied, "It's me."

"So what was her reaction?"

"do not know."

Asami blinked her beautiful brown eyes curiously and repeated, "I don't know?"

"Ah."

“Because I mentioned it on LINE, and I blocked him right after I sent it.”

Macheng still clearly remembers the two sentences he edited -

"Kurokawa, the band has disbanded, and I don't want to continue living this meaningless life anymore. Let's break up."

"Don't come looking for me. Just treat me as dead."

...Only a man who is drunk in a pub would have the courage to send this message, and after sobering up would be too cowardly to face her reaction.

Masumi wasn't surprised at all by Asami's reaction.

"Masumi-kun, you're definitely a really weird scumbag, aren't you?"

"There's a hidden story behind all this, and I can't explain it to you in a few words." Masumi sighed. He didn't want to tell Asami about his experience directly.

"Oh oh oh, it appears, the classic quote of the scumbag."

"You'd better never go to Tokyo again, and pray that she doesn't chase you all the way to Kobe, otherwise, this shop will be hiring a new barista."

She spoke in a strange voice that was as dark and vague as dusk.

"Don't make it sound so scary."

"You underestimate girls. I want to recommend you some classic animations to make you realize how dangerous your current situation is."

"By the way, what does that girl do? If she's a surgeon, she could probably stab you dozens of times while still accurately avoiding vital points."

That sounds really creepy.

"It's not that scary. She's in a band like me."

"Bass player?"

“No, it’s the keyboard player.”

"Alas—it's the girls in bands who we shouldn't let our guard down the most."

Asami sighed deeply.

　I'd like to recommend a song called "Holiday∞Holiday". Hatsuna is so cute. Why didn't I write an idol story? If Hanamiya Hatsuna graduates, I don't mind destroying the world (elementary school student version)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)