Tokyo: Becoming the Perfect Male God Starting with a Rented Boyfriend

Faced with this question, he was speechless for a moment.

No, even if my appearance and that of my rented boyfriend share the same surname, you can't make that connection.

While not as prevalent as Suzuki, Sato, and Tanaka, [Miyazawa] still has a certain number of works.

Naomi is being far too naive to think she could find a kinship relationship by using surnames and then locate [Miyazawa Teru].

Miyazawa Itsuki shook his head and said.

"I only have one younger sister, and no older brothers."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I said something strange."

Naomi Asahina showed an expression of expectation, with a hint of regret.

Afterwards, Emi Kobayashi entered the classroom and presided over the morning meeting.

Naomi Asahina didn't try to talk to him again, but sat in her seat, looking absent-minded and lost in thought.

……

The three classes in the morning passed quickly.

Aside from Naomi frequently daydreaming in class and being called out by the teacher, nothing particularly noteworthy happened during that time.

The fourth period is physical education class.

The students of Group C in the second year set off for the changing rooms in the school gymnasium.

After most of the people had left, Miyazawa Itsuki quietly went to a secluded spot, removed the bandage from his body, and carefully disposed of it.

Perhaps it was because Her Highness the Holy Maiden healed so well, but after a night's rest, the ankle injury no longer significantly hindered my movement.

But it's too early to say that he can jump around in PE class.

and so.

To eliminate any possible suspicious elements, Miyazawa Itsuki plans to put on a show.

"I just drew the [Acting] category yesterday, it really is fate."

Miyazawa Itsuki went to the gymnasium's locker room and changed into his gymnastics uniform.

Inside the locker room, some boys were even comparing their physiques.

"Haha, my muscles are definitely better built up, aren't they?!"

"Ugh, with Fukuda's exaggerated muscles, no girl would like him."

"Yeah, right?! You're just jealous, absolutely jealous!"

"It's true, isn't Fukuda's crush the Saintess of the academy? She definitely wouldn't like someone like you. You idiot muscle gorilla."

Someone whispered, "I heard that Her Highness's ideal type is [a gentle boy who makes people feel relaxed when they're around]."

"Where did this come from? Could it be another fake news story like before?"

"The Holy Maiden would reveal her preferred type? I don't really think it's true."

"It was top-secret information that someone was selling on an anonymous forum. I spent five thousand yen to buy it. It's said to have been obtained from a girl in the same class and group as Her Highness the Saint. Of course, Her Highness's original words might not have been exactly that, but the meaning should be pretty much the same."

"That's too broad."

"What's wrong with being gentle? I can be gentle too."

Teenage boys are making a fuss again over a beautiful girl they can't touch.

Miyazawa Itsuki changed into his gymnastics outfit, a classic white short-sleeved shirt and navy blue shorts.

After leaving the locker room, I went to the school's indoor gymnasium.

The students in the class had already started moving around.

Two gloomy-looking boys huddled in the corner; they were Takato Tanaka and Yuta Nakamura.

He came over to the two of them and greeted them.

"Hi, you guys are here."

"Oh? Oh, it's Miyazawa."

The two of them warmly made room for him, and Miyazawa Itsuki also sat with them in a corner.

Yuta Nakamura asked him curiously, "Is Miyazawa good at sports?"

"Me? Just an ordinary person."

Based on past life experiences.

Over the past decade or so, Miyazawa Itsuki has never slacked off in his training.

Therefore, his physical condition is considered quite good among his peers.

In addition, the [Basketball (LV1)] and [Street Fighting (LV1)] skills enhance physical control.

I can draw inferences from one instance to another; my motor skills must be pretty strong.

But it's not good enough to make a living off of it, so I simply stopped showing off.

Tanaka Takato said with a bitter face, "Yuta and I are both terrible at sports, and we always want to skip PE class."

"After all, that's basically a stage for the outward-facing corner to show off, leaving no room for the indoors."

Today's PE class focused on ball sports. The boys were almost all playing basketball, while the girls played volleyball.

This is a very troublesome matter for the two of them.

"It's okay, indoor games have their own way of playing," Miyazawa said. "They're challenging themselves with competitive matches, we can just play a game of catch and toss."

Yuta Nakamura nodded, and said with emotion, "With Miyazawa here, we don't have to throw the ball at each other like idiots anymore."

"Ah, look, look!"

Tanaka Takato suddenly widened his eyes and pointed to a spot.

From the direction he indicated, another class could be seen.

Group A is the same group that has physical education class as Group C.

Miyazawa Itsuki glanced at it.

Then, in the crowd, a girl with unparalleled beauty stood prominently in the center.

"Wow, it's Her Highness the Saintess!"

"How lucky I am to have a PE class with Her Highness the Saintess."

"Suddenly, exercising doesn't seem so difficult after all."

The two suddenly felt an inexplicable surge of energy.

Putting them aside, the boys in Group C also started to stir, seemingly wanting to make a good impression on the super pretty girl.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; we absolutely cannot let Sato-kun steal all the limelight."

"Maybe I can get Her Highness's attention."

Miyazawa Itsuki simply watched calmly.

Suddenly, Tsukimi Sakura looked over in their direction.

He met my gaze.

The girl blinked, seemingly somewhat surprised.

Then, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face.

Her smile was so beautiful it seemed to distort light and shadow.

……

During physical education class.

Sato He and a group of boys made a pact to play against the second-year A group.

The other party readily agreed.

Miyazawa Itsuki played catch with the two of them in a fixed position.

Because he doesn't need to run around frequently, the injury is currently well hidden.

But the play still has to be performed.

Miyazawa Itsuki focused his attention on the group of boys playing basketball.

Because two star students, Asahina Omi and Tsukimi Sakuna, were present.

The students in both groups A and C were much more excited than usual.

They were playing with the same intensity they would in a national tournament.

But in the fierce competition, some people quickly fell behind.

"I can't go on anymore, I'm out of energy, I really need to rest."

"Idiot, why are you so weak so quickly today?"

"This is not the intensity of our usual training at all, there's nothing I can do about it. Besides, I already have a girlfriend, so even if I performed well, it wouldn't have any effect."

Players from both sides were substituted.

But in Group C, there are fewer people who can play basketball than in Group A.

They quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

During another halftime break, students from Group C who were less physically fit frequently asked to leave the field.

Sato He was somewhat irritated.

Even though I know I have no chance of competing with [Miyazawa Teru].

But instinctively, he still didn't want to appear too inferior in front of the girl he had a crush on for so long.

At least in the areas you excel at, you should maintain your brilliance.

This is the only area where he can beat [Miyazawa Teru] on his own.

Unfortunately, basketball is a team sport. No matter how outstanding Sato He is individually, it's difficult to reverse the decline.

Not to mention that Group A also has other skilled players who are also basketball club members and are not much worse than him.

"Hey, is anyone else in Group C who can play basketball?"

He was trying to find a teammate who was still usable.

Among the crowd, only subtle expressions responded to him.

Also.

The best basketball players are all in the basketball club; everyone knows them.

Even those who are slightly less skilled are on the field.

As for the even more novice...

His gaze fell on Yuta Nakamura and Takato Tanaka.

Going on the field would only be a hindrance, it would be pointless.

Sato He was somewhat disappointed.

But just as he was about to turn back, a voice reached his ears.

"Can I try?"

It's Miyazawa Itsuki.

……

The news that Miyazawa Itsuki was going to play surprised his two friends.

"Miyazawa, there's no need for that. If we went up there, we'd just get bullied."

"It might hurt a lot, basketball."

Miyazawa Itsuki smiled.

"It's okay, I'm just going to make up the numbers. The real fighting isn't my business."

He discussed his intention to play with Sato He, and under Sato He's suspicious gaze, he simply performed a few dribbling moves of moderate difficulty.

Sato He's eyes lit up.

"Miyazawa... no, Itsuki, I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve."

He patted Miyazawa Itsuki on the shoulder hard, "If you had told me you could play, we could have practiced together."

"There's not much fun in playing with those two. It's only interesting in a real competition."

Miyazawa ignored his offer of help and gave him a brief, perfunctory reply.

After halftime, he stood inside the penalty area.

My gaze drifted slightly into the distance. Naomi was holding a volleyball, lost in thought, while Tsukimi Sakuna, surrounded by her female companions, didn't notice what was happening here.

It's good that no one noticed, otherwise Her Highness would definitely be angry if she found out that I was exercising while injured.

Although he hadn't expected to be in the same PE class as Tsukimi Sakuna, he still had to keep up the act.

Otherwise, it would be really hard to explain the highly similar injuries I had.

The whistle blew.

The players on both sides began to move.

Miyazawa moved slightly to the sidelines.

The ball moved among the crowd.

Soon, Sato found an opportunity and won possession of the ball.

However, he was closely marked by the top players in Group A, preventing him from getting close to the backboard.

"Hey, tree, catch!"

Sato He shouted, throwing the ball in an arc that landed above Miyazawa Itsuki.

Several tall, strong men nearby tried to stop him.

But Miyazawa Itsuki simply shifted his body slightly, broke through the encirclement, and easily caught the attack.

Then, with a high toss, the ball was sent out before it even had a moment to rest in my hand.

It drew a beautiful arc over everyone's heads.

Two-point shot.

The whistle blew. Miyazawa Itsuki scored.

"Wow, that tree is amazing!"

"Just lucky."

Sato He was thrilled; he never expected to actually find such a treasure.

Both have the surname Miyazawa, but this one is much more pleasing to the eye than the one from yesterday.

Miyazawa Itsuki received enthusiastic congratulations from the boys in his class. The commotion was so great that even Asahina Omi noticed and showed a slightly surprised expression.

The game then continued.

Miyazawa Itsuki's previous positive performance quickly made him a key figure, and he also enjoyed being watched closely by others.

But that suited him perfectly.

Ownership of the ball changes hands intensely on the field.

During the match, Group A scored another point.

"Don't rush to shoot when you get the ball, let the tree try it out first."

Sato He is correcting his teammates' decisions.

The boys nodded vigorously.

The match resumed, and the players in Group C fought desperately for possession of the ball.

Finally, once again, a boy named Fukuda got the ball.

After glancing hastily between Miyazawa Itsuki and Sato He, he passed the ball to Miyazawa Itsuki, who was closer.

"Stop him!"

Miyazawa dribbled past two players with a spin move.

It quickly approached the basket.

In a moment of desperation, the players in Group A tried to intercept the ball. Miyazawa jumped, and they jumped as well.

"Hey, isn't that too dangerous?"

Sato He shouted from behind.

Miyazawa Itsuki revealed a barely perceptible smile.

The ball slipped from my hands, touched the rim, rolled around the rim twice, but didn't go in.

This was within his expectations.

Another goal would be too conspicuous.

I felt pain in my ankle as I jumped.

A player from Group A collided with him in mid-air.

Miyazawa Itsuki pretended to be knocked to the ground.

"Are you alright, Miyazawa?"

Teammates rushed over to check on the situation.

Miyazawa Itsuki clutched his right foot, his face convincingly showing a pained expression.

It wasn't entirely a disguise; the jump really hurt.

I think I... twisted my ankle.

Both teams' players stopped what they were doing and quickly surrounded the area.

Several teammates were sending messages to the sidelines about the break.

"There are people injured!"

The sound was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire stadium.

"Who is injured?"

"It seems to be called... Miyazawa Itsuki."

The name resounded throughout the venue.

Tsukimi Sakuna and Asahina Naomi suddenly turned their heads at the same time!