Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

He met the gaze of Nagano Sae, who was touching the waitress's hand with a lewd smile.

Chapter 70 The Reason for Choosing a Maid Cafe

The dolls on the table sat crookedly, and the gardenias in full bloom were placed in a vase. Ito looked at them listlessly.

Why is he here? He just came from a family restaurant, and the food on the table is still the same.

"Your extra-large fries are ready."

Even the energetic voices of the shop assistants were almost identical.

"By the way, why did you order another serving of fries?" Ito asked Mori, who was eating fries, with a puzzled look.

I ate there not long ago...

"It's the president. The president said that if we don't order food, he won't let us off the hook."

Sitting opposite Ito, Nagano Sae nodded slowly, her expression extremely cold.

Are they trying to bribe us with food so we'll forget everything that just happened?

Looking at Nagano Sae across from me, she was wearing a baseball cap and a long tracksuit, with a face mask on.

If you're this cautious in a family restaurant, then don't get carried away just now! You jerk!

Even if the waitresses in their heart-shaped aprons and miniskirts are cute, you can't make a creepy face!

Even if you're exposed, don't let it be noticed. You should put on your mask before leaving the maid cafe!

When we first saw it, Mori and I instinctively tried to pretend we hadn't seen it and turned to leave.

But Nagano Sae appeared right behind them like a ghost and dragged them into the restaurant.

The three of them are now sitting around the table in silence, with Mori eating his fries quietly.

The gardenia in the vase has three leaves. I'll heat up the curry for dinner when I get back. I wonder if Asada is home yet; should I ask her to heat up the food first? I hope Takikawa Anna won't sneak into my room and sleep in my bed? Is Hayakawa Miki home from get off work? Her clothes in the laundry basket haven't been washed yet; I need to split the cost of shampoo with her.

Ito thought about many things, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

The ice cubes in the glass on the table are slowly melting.

It's unclear what Nagano Sae's purpose was in keeping them; she already knew he had the photos.

That shouldn't have much to do with him; the only variable is Chinatsu Morikami.

She probably thinks that I'm the one who's tracking Morigami Chinatsu in real time.

The only person who would install GPS on someone else's phone is Anna Takikawa.

Thinking of this possibility, Ito suddenly felt that Nagano Sae's unchanging gaze had grown even colder.

There seemed to be a hint of ruthlessness in her gaze as she looked at him.

It must be an illusion.

"What were you doing before?" Inspector Nagano began interrogating criminals Ito and Mori.

“Before that, we were buying cakes; before that, we were just chatting at a family restaurant.” Ito pointed to the mousse cake on the table.

Nagano glanced at the cardboard box, then continued, "Don't be nervous. I just saw you on the street and wanted to chat with you."

They said they were just chatting, but there was hardly any emotion in their words.

"Chinatsu, what's your relationship with Ito-kun? Are you on a date?" Nagano Sae asked Morikami Chinatsu, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Ito.

"Yes, my senior and I are on a date." Mori said without changing his expression.

What was she talking about? Although, based on his experience reading light novels, dating was something that men and women could do without confirming a relationship.

But he and Mori...

Well, it's undeniable that it could be considered a date.

Seeing that Ito did not refute, Nagano Sae's eyes were filled with a strong sense of threat and contempt, as if she were saying "scumbag".

His wish has never changed; he has always wanted it to end as soon as possible, and now he wants it even more.

"You all saw it just now, right?" Nagano Sae didn't say it all, but they all knew perfectly well what was going on.

Both Ito and Mori demonstrated their acting skills.

"Huh? What? What are you saying, President Nagano?"

"Can't understand."

Nagano Sae looked at the two guys pretending to be stupid on the other side, but in the end, her gaze was fixed on Ito.

"Ito-kun, you don't need to pretend anymore."

"do not know."

“Actually, you’ve misunderstood.” Nagano Sae took a sip of the ice water in front of her. “You’ve all made a mistake, which can also be considered a stereotype.”

Here comes another stereotype error.

"A maid cafe isn't necessarily about experiencing meticulous and attentive service, nor is it necessarily about having a cute maid to keep you company. And the food at a maid cafe isn't necessarily bad or just average."

Ito nodded, agreeing with Nagano's point of view. He had once entered a maid café because of an advertisement that said drinks were free for 1000 yen.

“Take me for example, I was actually going to eat at that maid cafe just now,” Nagano Sae said calmly.

That's like going to the red-light district just to enjoy the Chinese food downstairs.

"Alright, I understand, Chairman. If there's nothing else, I'll head back now." Ito prepared to get up and leave.

"Don't move," Nagano Sae called out to Ito, "You still don't believe me."

"I believe you."

“No, you don’t believe me.” Nagano Sae shook her head. “That maid café is a treasure trove that I discovered by chance after asking around a lot.”

You must have searched around to find a maid who matches your sex appeal.

“A maid cafe is essentially a restaurant, so it’s perfectly reasonable for me to eat there,” Nagano Sae explained to herself. “Besides, it’s ranked ninth out of 7199 restaurants in Shibuya and has a 4.8 rating on TripAdvisor.”

This doesn't require extensive inquiries or coincidences, nor is it a treasure.

"Yes, Chairman."

Ito wanted to agree with Nagano Sae's point of view in order to leave sooner.

The more he agreed, the less Nagano Sae believed him. It wasn't until Mori-gami Chinatsu sat down next to Nagano Sae, who had been objectively stating the advantages of the maid café, that she stopped talking.

Moriue Chinatsu reached her hand under the table, and from Ito's angle, he couldn't see what was happening.

"President, my senior and I have some things to discuss. Can we talk about it back at school?" Mori asked gently.

“Okay.” Nagano Sae stood up and quickly left.

All of this happened so fast that Yuujin Ito hadn't even had time to react.

"Stop looking, senpai," Mori complained. "Isn't just looking at me enough?"

"Why did she leave so suddenly?" Ito wanted to figure out the reason.

"Because I didn't want my senior to be with other girls, I made a move on the student council president."

"Be normal."

“Alright.” Mori looked bored. “Actually, the card that the president had in his pocket fell to the ground and I found it.”

"So that's why she left?" Ito couldn't believe it was that simple.

“Of course not.” Mori picked up a French fry, but after feeling it get cold, he put it back. “When I picked up that card, I saw that it wasn’t just a picture of a girl, but also a message written in a marker.”

"It's like adding a heart to the end of a gift for your favorite person," Mori said casually. "I just put my hand on the name, and the president agreed to my request."

"Did I do a great job?"

Mori looked at Ito with her violet eyes, her pale purple hair gleaming softly under the restaurant lights.

She smiled and continued, "As a reward, could you take me home tonight, senior?"

Chapter 71: Accepting the Signboard Girl's Mission

Morning light streamed through the windows into the classroom, casting shadows on the wooden desks.

The course schedule is neatly written in hiragana on the left side of the blackboard under the "Today's Topic" column, while the "Weather Board" on the right side is decorated with tearful dark clouds.

The boy in the front row was showing off to his classmates the Master Jewel II he got from defeating the Thunder Wolf Dragon in Monster Hunter: World last night. On the bulletin board on the back wall, there were recruitment posters for clubs and an advertisement for the Light Music Club's performance at a livehouse next week.

Last night, Ito decisively rejected Moriue Chinatsu's request, preventing any potential accidents from happening.

Although there were some costs involved, such as having to accompany her to lunch at the fire escape stairwell today, it was nothing serious.

I was initially a little worried about Asada's lunch, but Takikawa stepped in and took care of it for him.

This is what she should do, and it's the price she has to pay.

Last night, when Ito got home, he planned to heat up the curry rice in the refrigerator, but when he opened the refrigerator, not only was the curry rice gone, but the bowl that held the curry rice was also missing.

All that remained were the used tableware and the bowls and chopsticks lying in the sink.

Fortunately, Asada returned relatively late, so I asked her to bring me a bento box.

According to the on-site investigation by famous detective Yuujin Ito and his assistant Sakura Asada, the curry rice murderer was not a single person, but a group of people.

The fact that two bowls and chopsticks were used, and the mysterious disappearance of edamame from the refrigerator, makes it easy to see who the murderer is.

Ito looked to his right and saw a girl intently doing her homework with a ballpoint pen.

The ends of her cherry-pink hair trembled gently with her movements. She wore a pink uniform, and her expression was serious.

The desks in the classroom were all individually placed, but two desks stood out from the rest, pressed tightly together, and students' eyes would occasionally sweep over them.

"You spent the entire holiday thinking about how to steal the curry rice I made, without even considering doing your homework?" Ito looked at Takikawa Anna with some confusion.

Takikawa stood ramrod straight, exuding an air of seasoned wisdom: "You only truly understand homework when you do it at school. Ito, you wouldn't understand."

“You haven’t even been to school for more than a few days.”

“Hey, Ito, you’re being really mean. I’ve at least gone to kindergarten and elementary school.”

“I remember that the homework in kindergarten and elementary school was to observe morning glories and also to draw stories.”