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His thumb traced the edge of the "Lovers" card. "Love luck... you need to draw the card yourself."

Just as Ito's fingertips touched the cards, Mori-gami Chinatsu suddenly pressed down on the back of his hand.

"Senior, you need to think about your questions first! For example—'Will I be with the person I like in the future?'"

The music behind the bar switched to a soothing English love song, the languid rhythm adding a unique atmosphere to the divination session.

Kitajima nodded slightly, indicating that Ito could begin drawing cards.

Ito's gaze slowly swept over the row of tarot cards, and he casually drew three cards, placing them one by one in front of Kitajima.

Bei Dao leaned down slightly and gently picked up the leftmost card.

A woman in elegant attire attempted to tame a ferocious lion, but at that moment, a hint of panic appeared in her eyes, and the lion broke free from her control.

"The reversed Strength card means that some of your past experiences make you prone to doubt or insecurity when you get close to her or spend time with her, causing you to miss opportunities to get closer to her."

Then, Bei Dao picked up the middle card.

When the card was turned over, a young man was seen with his back to the cliff. The road ahead was shrouded in mist, but he was oblivious and continued to walk recklessly forward. Some items in his bag had fallen out, and the lily he held, a symbol of hope, had begun to wither.

"The reversed 'Fool' card suggests that you haven't fully considered the consequences or have a clear direction, and you're acting recklessly. This not only puts you in a passive position but also causes trouble for the other person. It also means that you may be too reliant on the advice of others."

Ito frowned slightly. The only time he ever listened to advice was when he agreed to apologize.

Perhaps he shouldn't apologize.

Finally, Bei Dao turned over the third card.

Chapter 65 Slow-witted? Scumbag!

The three people, who were usually so cheerful, now had their glasses overturned and their drinks spilled. The joyful atmosphere was gone, replaced by a subtle sense of loss and alienation.

Kitajima sighed softly, his gaze towards Ito filled with complex emotions.

"Another reversed card, your luck is not good. The reversed Three of Cups in the realm of relationships usually means that there are disharmonious factors in the relationship."

"For example, misunderstandings in communication, or differing opinions from friends or family. This can lead you into a state of fighting your own battles. Moreover, some small conflicts that have accumulated in the past may erupt at this time, and if they are not handled properly, they will drift further and further apart."

Hearing this, Ito frowned even more. This kind of thing shouldn't happen. The question he had just been thinking about was the future development of the team.

According to Beidao, Asada will then separate from him, leave the team, and may even go further and betray him.

This situation is terrifying.

Fortunately, it is highly unlikely to happen. He is so considerate and attentive to Asada, and Asada Sakura's personality doesn't seem like that of someone who would betray others.

Judging from the fact that I sometimes stutter when I talk to myself, even if I wanted to quit, I wouldn't be able to open my mouth because of guilt.

She's not like Miki Hayakawa or Anna Takikawa.

"Senior, there's really no need to worry too much."

Mori seemed afraid that Ito might have something in mind, so she held the fries to Ito's mouth.

"Uncle Beidao doesn't know anything about divination. He's just a fraud, so don't take him to heart."

A soft cough came from behind the bar. Just moments ago, he had said that Bei Dao's divination was quite accurate.

He poured a plate of freshly baked cookies into a basket of fries, saying, "Fortune telling gives people the courage to face the truth, not an excuse to escape."

“If you’re really worried—” Bei Dao took a talisman out of his pocket, “then put it in your purse, and things might get better.”

"Thank you." Ito reached out and took it; the talisman had symbols on it that he couldn't understand.

Upon seeing this, Chinatsu Mori immediately spread her hands towards Kitajima, "Where's mine?"

"What?" Bei Dao raised an eyebrow as if feigning ignorance, then turned to wipe the bar. "Don't believe in these things."

“You clearly still have one in your pocket.” She tiptoed to reach Beidao’s pocket. “Anyway, Uncle’s life is already terrible, so you might as well give it to me.”

"I'm quite content with my life." Bei Dao helplessly handed over the talisman. "Actually, it won't work on you."

"At the very least, it will have a psychological effect." Mori examined it carefully.

Bei Dao shook his head, pointing to the purple marks on the talisman, "I added lavender flakes to it, hopefully it will really grant your wish, so you won't have to come over every month."

"What is your wish?" Ito asked, turning his head.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to know if I can do well on the exam," Mori explained, his tone filled with fear of the exam.

Ito nodded thoughtfully.

All he knew was that he had a lot of academic pressure in his previous life and cared a lot about his grades in every exam.

It turns out that even in Japan, there are students who care about grades; to be precise, it turns out that Mori is a student who cares about grades.

The main problem is that he's surrounded by blond-haired guys like Fujikawa Kaze, so he's not a good reference.

"Alright, you can leave once you've finished your cookies." Bei Dao impatiently gave them the order to leave and prepared to put away the tarot cards.

"Don't put it away yet, you haven't done my divination yet."

"What do you want to divine?" Bei Dao looked at her questioningly. "The same as before?"

"Yes." Mori nodded solemnly.

She ran back to her original seat, picked up the two small eight-shaped dolls and the white beret that were lying on the table, and stuffed them into Ito's arms.

"Senior, please go outside and wait for me."

"Why?" Ito asked, puzzled.

“Girls need privacy too.” Chinatsu Mori’s fingertips slid across the tablecloth.

"For example?" Ito placed the beret on Hachi's head. "Are you afraid of losing face because your grades are too bad?"

"No way!" Moriue Chinatsu angrily swung her fist at Ito, but the blow didn't hurt her at all. "Anyway... Senpai, just go out!"

Ito turned and walked out the door with no choice. Only after the sound of the door closing did Mori's expression return to its coldness.

She reached out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and gently fiddled with the tarot cards, finally drawing out three and placing them in front of Bei Dao.

"It's the same problem as before."

Although her tone didn't change much, Bei Dao still noticed that her gaze remained fixed on the tarot cards.

He sighed and flipped over the first card, from left to right...

Ito stood outside for a while; Uncle Kitajima's shop was located in a small alley.

Although the alley leads directly to a bustling main street and the location isn't bad, with pedestrians always passing by, the strange decor and the fact that it's impossible to tell whether it's open for business or not makes it a problem.

Basically, no one would choose to come in, otherwise, with Uncle Beidao's culinary skills, it would definitely be overcrowded.

If he were to run this shop, the first thing he would do is remove all the curtains, as the lighting was already poor.

Just as he was pondering how to build a business empire from a restaurant, he heard the sound of wind chimes.

"Senior, what are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed." Mori skipped over to her.

She removed the beret from Xiao Ba's head and poked the doll's face with her hand.

"It's nothing." Ito pulled his wandering thoughts back, his gaze landing on her slightly upturned lips. "How did the divination go?"

"Sigh..." Upon hearing Ito's question, Mori's face immediately fell. "Senpai, it's all because of you!"

"What does this have to do with me?" Ito looked at her deliberately furrowed brows.

"It's because I kept thinking about my senior that I got distracted and my exam results weren't very good."

As Mori spoke, he walked out of the alley.

Ito followed behind and realized that Morikami Chinatsu was teasing him, so he didn't intend to respond.

"Is the senior not responding because he doesn't intend to take responsibility? That's really cunning."

"So?" Ito looked at the ribbon in her bun hairstyle. "How do you plan to make me take responsibility?"

"You're throwing the problem at me again, that's a cunning move." Mori's tone sounded somewhat coquettish.

"You have to tell me so I'll know."

"Senior, are you just a clueless straight man, or a promiscuous scumbag playing hard to get?"

Chinatsu Mori looked up at the scenery outside the street.

Ito, who was standing behind her, watched her slowly walk into the sunlight and emerge from the dimly lit alley.

The light first spilled over her shoes, then her light blue dress, and finally the stray strands of hair around her ears.

A beverage bottle rolled off a vending machine in the distance with a click.

Chapter 66 The Edo Yokai of the Theater

The Tokyo Grand Theatre is located in a relatively bustling area of ​​Shibuya.

Ito has never been here before, and he doesn't have much of a social need, so he doesn't go out often.

Standing on the street corner, Ito looked up at the building and couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

On the building's exterior wall, posters covering the entire wall are being gilded by the sunlight.

The poster features a young girl in a black dress in the center, with the people behind her clearly dressed in Edo-period style clothing.

"Anime style? That's quite rare."

Yoshida's last work before his retirement was surprisingly related to animation.

"This is called 2.5D, it's different from animation."

Isn't it the same? Looking back, Ito once treated 2.5D as role-playing and was met with indifference.

However, the poster features both modern and ancient clothing, as well as creatures that are clearly monsters.

"I heard it was because of Yoshida's daughter. She really likes this kind of culture, so he gave it a try."

Seeing the confusion on Ito's face, Mori explained.

"Let's go, senior, it's time to start checking tickets."

They arrived at the ticket gate, where there was a long queue, mostly young people, or more accurately, a lot of people who stayed at home.

Most of them wore glasses, were either obese or excessively thin, and behaved somewhat awkwardly, only daring to speak to their accompanying relatives and friends.