Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"Three...three million?"

"Huh? That girl isn't worth that much money. Besides, a taxi ride wouldn't cost that much!"

The voice on the other end rose in pitch, completely incredulous.

"I'm not a taxi driver."

"...A gigolo? She actually went to a place like that! I haven't been there in ages, what a despicable guy."

"I am her classmate."

"Where did she get her classmates from?"

That seems to be true, since she doesn't even have a class.

At this moment, the person on the other end seemed to have thought of something and asked uncertainly, "From Hibiya Higher School?"

"Yes."

"call."

She could hear a sigh of relief on the other end of the line, and she asked softly, "How is Takikawa now?"

She glanced at the unconscious Anna Takikawa.

"not bad."

"That's fine then. Your name is Ito Yuujin, right?"

Although it was amazing that the other person could call out his name, Yuujin Ito had no choice but to admit it at that moment.

"Correct."

"Please take care of Anna Takikawa. Also, when she wakes up, tell her that you've given her a three-day holiday and that she doesn't need to worry about anything at the company. I've already deducted the money from her card for the things she took."

Before Ito Yujin could reply, the other end of the phone hung up.

The three million hasn't been paid yet, and I still have to take care of this guy.

"Well."

"Stop her! Quick, don't let her throw up!"

Chapter 43 Sandwiches and Secondhand Textbooks

In March, cherry blossoms and plum blossoms intertwine and sway on the branches, their pink and white petals falling like snowflakes onto the campus.

A few sparrows also came to the shrine in the corner of the campus.

In the classroom at the end of the corridor, the student on duty was tiptoeing to wipe the blackboard, chalk dust falling onto the collar of his dark green school uniform.

Yujin Ito placed his canvas bag on the table. Not far away, girls with white ribbons tied around their necks were chatting and laughing, their skirts swaying gently with their steps.

He sat in his seat, his eyes vacant and lifeless.

What did agreeing to Takikawa Anna's request to stay at her place bring her?

Is it vomit that needs to be cleaned up, or clothes that need to be washed for one more person, or meals that need to be prepared for one more person?

They clearly wanted her to teach Asada Sakura, but she ended up becoming sworn brothers with Hayakawa Miki.

If we had been any later, we probably would have become sworn brothers.

So it's all Hayakawa Miki's fault.

Meeting Miki Hayakawa was the biggest regret of Yuujin Ito's life.

The table was cluttered with things, so I couldn't lie down and rest immediately.

Love letters were inevitable; they were hidden under breakfast.

Today I actually made a tomato and chicken sandwich myself, and it tasted pretty good.

As is customary, food is readily accepted, but love letters are not even worth opening.

But when Yuujin Ito picked up the love letter, he saw the signature next to the pink heart—Chinatsu Morikami.

"Ito, what were you doing in such a hurry yesterday?"

The one who asked this question was Fujikawa Kaze. He came to Ito Yuujin's desk, placed both hands on the desk, and clearly had just rushed over from the school gate, still wearing his white gloves.

Yuujin Ito didn't reply, but instead curiously opened the love letter that Chinatsu Morikami had placed on the table.

No, it's precisely because it couldn't be a love letter that made Yuuhito Ito curious.

Fujikawa Kazami noticed that Ito Yuuji hadn't responded to him. Instead, he opened the envelope and couldn't help but ask:

"Why did you open it? Don't you usually just throw it away?"

The envelope was opened, and a theater ticket slipped into Fujikawa Kaze's hand.

With just a casual glance, Fujikawa Kaze was incredibly excited, clutching the Tokyo Grand Theatre ticket in his trembling hand.

After seeing the showtimes, even my breathing became rapid.

"Rich woman! Ito, do you know how expensive these tickets are?"

Looking at the letter written by Morikami Chinatsu, Ito Yujin, judging from Fujikawa Kaze's reaction, knew it must be expensive. He uncertainly stated a number.

"3000 yen."

Fujikawa Kaze shook his head, looking quite serious, which made Ito Yuujin take it seriously as well.

"6000 yen."

"This is just the price, but there's no way you can get this ticket for 6000 yen."

"2 million yen."

Fujikawa Kaze nodded slowly, and solemnly placed the ticket in Ito Yuujin's hand with his two gloved hands.

The scene was solemn and sacred.

Let's look back at the contents of Morikami Chinatsu's letter:

"Senior, did you think it was a love letter? Haha, are you feeling disappointed? Because I sent you a message yesterday and you didn't reply, so this is your punishment."

Don't worry about Kurokawa Ori's matter, senpai. She's already agreed, haven't I done a great job?

So, to celebrate, and also as compensation, could you come with me to see a stage play this weekend? Please, senior.

Finally, I made the tomato and chicken sandwich myself, so you absolutely have to finish it.

After reading the entire letter, Yuji Ito felt a bit hot in his hand holding the theater ticket.

It wasn't because of Chinatsu Mori's letter that he felt embarrassed or anything else.

I'm simply thinking about what price would be appropriate to sell it for.

He didn't care what Moriue Chika thought of him; the fact that she could produce a 5000 yen shopping voucher last time showed that she wasn't short of money at all.

For example, the discounted items, and all her recent actions, are all for ulterior motives.

He didn't know why. He only knew that he absolutely couldn't get involved, so there was no way he could go see the play on the weekend.

The ticket won't be returned.

"Fujikawa, do you know anyone who needs this ticket? I can sell it to them cheaply."

These words earned him only a disdainful look from Fujikawa Kaze.

"Ito, you're a real scoundrel."

"Don't talk about anything else, just tell me if it can be sold."

Fujikawa Kaze took the ticket from Ito Yujin with a skeptical expression.

“It can definitely be sold, after all, it’s the last performance written by Master Yoshida. But if you really want to sell it, it’s because of his good intentions.”

"Sell."

Yujin Ito ate the tomato and chicken sandwich, which was still warm and tasted good.

"Okay, but you'll regret it."

"no way."

After saying that, Fujikawa Kaze left with the ticket.

After finishing his sandwich, Yujin Ito lay down on the table to rest, because he was too tired and needed to make room for Anna Takikawa to rest.

......

I don't know how long I slept, but in my hazy state, I only felt that it was very noisy around me.

Yuujin Ito opened his sleepy eyes, and what he could see were snow-white legs under the pleated skirt, with a light brown mole on the inner thigh.

The owner of the mole sat down next to him. Seemingly noticing Ito Yujin's puzzled and shocked gaze, Takikawa Anna swept one side of her hair up and smiled sweetly at him.

Good morning, Ito-san.

It must be a dream.

Yuji Ito changed his position while lying down, intending to take another nap.

The bespectacled, suit-wearing teacher on the podium wouldn't give Yuji Ito another chance.

Hope? Smash it immediately.

"Takikawa-san, why don't you share the same textbook with Ito-san for now?"

"Ok."

The wooden desk made a soft creak as it was dragged across the floor. She carefully moved the desk to Ito Yuuhito's side, the corners of the desk clattering together with a soft "click".

The familiar scent of cedarwood suddenly wafted into Yujin Ito's nostrils.

He turned his head and stared intently at Anna Takikawa, trying to discern a clue from her flawless face.

"What's wrong, Ito-kun?"

Not wanting to attract the teacher's attention, Yuujin Ito took his books out of his desk and placed them next to Anna Takikawa.

He doesn't need that kind of thing.

The book was crammed with dense notes, including content that hadn't yet been covered.