Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 39 Thief
To achieve success quickly, the system and Mio Takahashi's efforts alone are not enough.

Those professional books on performance must be read, and books on psychological counseling should also be carefully and repeatedly read.

The purpose was to understand as much as possible the difficulties that Mio Takahashi faced on her path forward so that she could make timely adjustments and plan ahead.

While training Saori, I learned and developed a love for kendo. Although I'm not an expert, I'm at a fairly high level. While I can't achieve Saori's level of 1v10 against my peers, I'm still considered one of the best, all thanks to my hard work.

When training Hojo Shione, she tried her best to learn music-related knowledge, but unfortunately, she only stayed at the theoretical stage.

As for practical application, I'm really not good at it, since I'm tone-deaf and there's nothing I can do about it.

In addition to understanding this professional knowledge, it's also important to understand the current state of the relevant industry and what kind of works are more likely to become popular in the current market...

We need to plan a reasonable path for them that leads to the fastest promotion.

This was true when I trained Saori Hasegawa, and it was also true when I trained Shione Hojo; these are all lessons learned from experience.

Cultivating a star is far more complex than it seems; it requires almost all of one's energy and passion...

"If I don't watch, how can I walk forward with you?"

Hearing the boy's voice in her ear, Takahashi Mio was stunned.

After realizing what had happened, she felt a bit conflicted and couldn't help but look away, unable to meet Shiratori Seiya's eyes.

Oh, I see. No wonder they all like you so much.

I suppose that's how you treated them back then?

Her hands, resting on her thighs, were clenched tightly, her nails digging into her fingertips.

Damn it!
I clearly wanted to win him over, but how did it end up like this...?

Instead, I was moved by him?

Picking up her cup, Mio Takahashi took a sip of coffee, suppressing the turmoil in her mind, and asked the question she had prepared before coming today:

"By the way... what do you usually do?"

"Huh? Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"Well, I've realized I don't know you at all. I don't even know your hobbies or habits. When my friends ask me, all I can say is that you're a freshman, a management major, and you don't like green peppers or scallions..."

Mio Takahashi sighed, biting her lip lightly, looking troubled.

"Isn't this a bit too weak? It feels like I'm in a fake relationship."

"..."

Hearing her say that, Shiratori Seiya thought for a moment and said:
"My daily life is pretty boring."

"You only think it's meaningless, right? Maybe I find it very interesting. I heard you're in the kendo club?"

"Ah."

Shiratori Seiya nodded, and was about to explain in detail when his cell phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

'Buzzing.'

The screen lit up, attracting the attention of both of them.

[Kendo Club President]

These words were displayed on the caller ID.

Mio Takahashi's eyes lit up.

Shiratori Seiya was a little puzzled. Why was he being called?
As I pressed the answer button, a gruff voice came from the other end:

"Shiratori-kun, you didn't come to the club today?"

"Something came up unexpectedly today."

"Uh."

Seemingly surprised by his response, Fujiyama Keio hesitated for a moment before saying:

Is it something extremely important?

Hearing this emphasis, Shiratori Seiya frowned and asked:

"what happened?"

"Isn't it the Kendo Club from University C coming to give us some pointers today? They've selected you for the demonstration and coaching competition here..."

"Huh? I wasn't even here, how did I get picked?"

Upon hearing this, Fujiyama Keio scratched his head, his face contorted in pain, clearly feeling a headache coming on.

"Even if you ask me that, I still don't know. Your name wasn't on the lot, so logically you shouldn't have been drawn..."

"..."

Hearing him say such strange things, Shiratori Seiya couldn't help but ask:
"Are you kidding me, Minister? If that's the case, why not just draw new lots?"

"How could I joke about something like this!" Fujiyama Keio's voice suddenly turned serious, then he sighed and said:

"I tried drawing a different lot, and I still got your name drawn..."

After a pause, Fujiyama Keio couldn't help but ask in confusion:

"Shiratori-kun, do you know anyone in the C University kendo club? Someone said they saw you here. Where are you now?"

Shiratori Seiya glanced at Takahashi Mio and said:

"A date at a coffee shop."

"Don't rush into a date yet. I'm fine with going on a date with you later, whether it's coffee or flammable oolong tea, it's all good..."

Who wants to go on a date with you?

Just as Shiratori Seiya was about to retort, he heard Fujiyama Keio say again:
"Which coffee shop? Is it in Tokyo? Please, I'm begging you, I'll call right now... and come pick you up on my bike!"

"I don't need to ride a bike, I'm at the school's."

Hearing this, Takao Fujiyama was overjoyed and said:

"Great! I'll schedule your show later, come on over!"

He hung up the phone immediately after speaking, not giving Shiratori Seiya a chance to refuse.

Mio Takahashi, who had been tilting her head and prickling up her ears, immediately sat up straight and looked at Seiya Shiratori tentatively:
"About the club?"

Shiratori Seiya nodded and said:
"Hmm, they said they drew me in today's coaching match... It feels a bit strange."

"Aren't you going?"

Mio Takahashi pursed her lips and continued:
"I recently watched a drama where the female lead practices kendo. Could you take me to see it?"
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Even with traffic jams, the journey from C University to H University by bus takes only about half an hour.

However, with the image of the boy constantly on her mind, the thought of seeing him made Hasegawa Saori feel as if each second was an eternity.

Even when facing the danger of having bamboo swords smeared in her face during battle, she had never been so excited.

She felt as if her heart was being gripped by someone, struggling and pounding so hard that a blush crept onto her fair face.

She kept pressing her face against the car window, almost touching it completely.

'squeak!'

As the bus pulled into H University, Saori Hasegawa was jolted by the sudden braking.

She came to her senses and was about to rush off the bus, but seeing the crowded people in front of her, she hesitated.

After a moment's thought, Saori Hasegawa had a sudden inspiration. She reached out, opened the car window, grabbed her bamboo sword, and jumped out.

"Huh?! Saori?"

"Minister! Someone jumped out of the car!"

"what?!"

The bus suddenly erupted in chaos. Minister Yokoyama Miyu's hand, which was holding equipment, froze in mid-air, completely stunned.

Why would someone jump out of a parked car?!
This is to provide guidance, not to fight. Why are you making such a show of force?

Hearing the chaotic exclamations from inside the car, Yokoyama Miyu realized what was happening and quickly ran out of the car to check if the other person was injured.

However, upon seeing Saori Hasegawa standing under the car, Miyu Yokoyama couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but still walked up to her with a serious expression and reprimanded her:
"Saori, why did you jump out of the car?"

Immediately afterward, Yokoyama Miyu glanced at Saori's blushing face and opened her mouth in surprise, saying:
"Saori, why is your face so red? Are you so excited?"

"Excited?"

Saori Hasegawa tilted her head, a look of understanding flashing in her clear eyes. She placed her hand on her chest and muttered to herself:
"So that's why it was so excited..."

Thirty-seven days.

Thirty-seven days had passed since I last saw him.

But it had been 178 days since he last saw him.

So if you count it, it's been 215 days since I last saw him.

Such a relationship is rather inappropriate for both of them.
The assassin wasn't a vampire; after more than two hundred days without sunlight, the energy he had built up inside was completely insufficient, and even his chest felt deflated...

Hasegawa Saori clutched her chest, unconsciously thinking of Hojo Shione, a look of regret flashing in her eyes.

It's all her fault.

It absorbed all the energy that originally belonged to Kiyoya.

Thief!

If she hadn't broken up with Kiyoya, as an assassin, I would have had to eliminate her...

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(End of this chapter)