Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

"Besides, I don't have much use for money..."

"Just think of it as accommodation fee."

Miura Gensuke pushed her wallet away: "I don't want it."

"Forget it if you don't want it..." After being rejected, Asano Mio angrily pulled him into the bathroom: "I want to put on makeup."

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Chapter 25 No No No

Eight o'clock at night.

The number of people on the street gradually decreased.

After walking to a ramen shop three blocks away and sitting down, Asano Mio gently scratched Miura Gensuke's palm:

"Gensuke, have you finished writing your speech?"

Because they were holding hands and the store was warm, Gensuke Miura felt that holding hands was a little too hot, so he put his hand on the idol's knee.

It feels slightly cool and smooth to the touch, very comfortable.

"I haven't started writing the manuscript yet."

"But it's enough time for me to eat." Miura Gensuke picked up the menu and ordered a bowl of beef ramen.

But Asano Mio didn't move, just leaned slightly towards his shoulder.

"Asano, don't you want to eat?"

"I'm not very hungry." Asano Mio put her arms on the table, held her cheeks, and looked at him with her head tilted.

The eyes look very gentle.

During the few days they lived together, Miura Gensuke had never seen her eat.

Even if I eat, I eat very little.

Maybe it’s an occupational disease for idols.

"Asano, there's something I want to tell you."

Miura Gensuke opened DeepSeek on his phone and typed in the question: "I'm a high school student and will be speaking at the school anniversary ceremony. Can you help me write a long, empty speech? Ideally, one that's suitable for any school."

“…” Asano Mio waited obediently for him to speak.

After putting down the phone, Miura Gensuke pinched her soft cheeks and said, "Don't leave so suddenly again."

"Yesterday, in order to find you..."

"It's more tiring than working seven jobs in one day."

"And that will only make me more worried. If you want to consider my feelings, just stay by my side."

Asano Mio lowered her head and looked at his injured palm.

Is that considered as consent?

"Well..." After finishing his request, Miura Gensuke smiled and said, "Don't worry, even if I can't help you in the end, I won't be sad for long."

"It will probably only last for about ten years."

This joke made Asano Mio blush and cover her chest.

So cute... Miura Gensuke gently rubbed Asano Mio's head, and then inserted his fingers into the girl's cool black long hair and combed it several times.

Maybe it’s because he’s getting younger, but Asano is getting cuter the more you look at her…

After all, she was a beauty who debuted very early, and she was very beautiful even when she was a child.

"Gensuke, about the kissing..." In order to ease her shyness, Asano Mio abruptly changed the topic of conversation.

"Let's solve it tonight..."

"Otherwise, when my body gets smaller... kissing me will feel weird..."

Gensuke Miura also thought about this problem.

Regardless of whether it is strange or not, if someone saw it, they would definitely call the police.

Moreover, he really didn't want to say that kissing actually required three people, not three times.

Although he had kissed Asano Mio, he was sleeping at the time.

No feeling at all.

How can this be considered a kiss?

Looking at the silent Miura Gensuke, Asano Mio gently bit her cherry lips:

"Gensuke...don't you need it?"

"Need..." Miura Gensuke answered subconsciously.

There's no reason to refuse kissing an idol who's forbidden from dating.

"Then why are you so hesitant?" Asano Mio seemed a little disappointed.

"Ah... not hesitation."

Gensuke Miura decided to tell the story.

After listening to his explanation, Asano Mio tilted her head and looked out the window: "Is that so..."

"I've already kissed Tsukimiya-senpai..."

"twice……"

The other party's tone was calm, almost without any emotion, but it still made Miura Gensuke lower his head: "I..."

Fortunately, the waiter finally brought the beef ramen.

……

……

……

The wind was quite strong on Monday, causing the cherry blossoms, which had already passed their peak season, to almost fall.

Stepping on these small petals, Gensuke Miura arrived at the principal's office before the first class.

"oops……"

"Tsk tsk..."

"really not bad……"

While eating his breakfast rice balls, Principal Tachibana read over and over the printed speech manuscript of Miura Gensuke:

"Miura-san, you've truly surpassed my expectations. The previous student representatives weren't as outstanding as you."

"Haiku is used, and there are all kinds of short stories and so on..."

"You are truly the best student I have ever had."

"I'm ready for you to come back to visit me at school when you've achieved success in your career."

"There's an empty space for a portrait on the wall of the second-floor corridor. The school is saving it for you. It's right between Newton and Einstein. When the time comes, we'll take down Edison's and put you in his place."

Miura Gensuke waved his hands politely and said, "Principal, please don't say that. I will always be your student."

As a middle-aged person, Principal Tachibana is not very sensitive to technology.

Of course, I don’t know how far AI has developed now.

He sincerely admired Gensuke Miura for "writing" this gorgeous, profound and passionate speech in just a few days.

"Principal Tachibana." Miura Gensuke straightened his light-colored school uniform while chatting. "Or, I can write one for you."

"This..." Principal Tachibana raised her head and looked at the kind-hearted Miura with a smile on his face: "You have classes these days, how can you have time?"

"His literary talent has truly overflowed to this extent? His future is truly limitless."

"It's all thanks to you, the principal."

The old man and the young were praising each other when Tachibana Yukimi suddenly walked in with an unhappy look on her face.

No knocking on the door.

Upon seeing her, the loving smile on Principal Tachibana's face instantly disappeared.

The originally harmonious atmosphere in the office became solemn, making Gensuke Miura, who was caught between the two people, feel a little uncomfortable.

"Dad, what you arranged for me last time..."

"Dad?" Principal Tachibana frowned, his bald head radiating a solemn aura. "This is a school. There's no dad here, only Principal Tachibana."

"How many times have I told you? You should use your job title when you're working. Do you still see me as your father... no... principal?"

Tachibana Yukimi glared at the smirking Miura Gensuke: "Tachibana's position."

"you you--"

"You—uh—uh—cough—"

Principal Tachibana, choked by her words and the rice ball, flushed red, even a little purple. He widened his eyes and covered his neck with his hands: "Uh uh——"

Seeing this, Miura Gensuke immediately hugged the principal from behind, and then punched his round abdomen again and again.

“Cough—cough cough…”

"cough!"

After repeating this several times, Principal Tachibana finally coughed out a plum - of course, it was on the rice ball.

"Miura-san..."

After being saved by the Heimlich maneuver, the principal lay on the table to relax, waved his hands, and said that he was fine and asked his daughter not to worry.

After standing up, he patted Miura Gensuke's shoulder gratefully, looking at him as if he were his own son:

"It's a good thing you're here... Our school's safety education is really good."