Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

"???"

Such a proactive and bold action not only made Shimizu Ai, but even Fujii Itsuki, the person involved, stunned for a few seconds.

"...You're sick." Fujii Itsuki couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"Indeed." Shimizu Ai nodded rapidly, agreeing in unison.

At the dining table, the atmosphere returned to silence, with only the slight sound of the two sisters chewing eggs.

……

In the afternoon, Arakawa-ku, Higashioku.

"call--"

Picking up a large box of Coke from the warehouse, Asada Ichiha took a deep breath and walked unsteadily towards the upright freezer in front of the convenience store.

"do you need my help?"

Seeing the strained expression on her pretty face, Fujii Itsuki, who was restocking the shelves, asked with concern.

"No need, Fujii-senpai."

"I can do it." Hearing his words, Asada Ichiha politely refused, and then walked slowly to the freezer step by step.

Knowing her character well, Fujii Itsuki had no intention of insisting and just helped her up when she put down the box.

"boom--"

After putting down the box, Asada Ichiyo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, Fujii-senpai!"

Turning her head, she found that Fujii Itsuki had approached her without her noticing. Asada Ichiha, who had something to hide, let out an "eh" sound and subconsciously moved to the other side as if magnets repelled each other.

"What's wrong?" After tearing off the plastic film of the box, Fujii Itsuki took a few bottles of Coke and stuffed them into the top shelf of the freezer, while whispering to Asada Ichiha.

"No...nothing..."

The moment he saw Fujii Itsuki, the morbid and crazy thoughts in Asada Ichiyo's mind popped up uncontrollably again.

An indescribable impulse surged in her heart, and an inexplicable emotion was constantly eroding her reason.

Fortunately, Asada Ichiyo was able to contain himself in time.

"Um, Fujii-senpai, that day you and Sakura-senpai..." She finally asked the question that had been lurking in her heart for a long time.

"Uh..." Fujii Itsuki paused and said, "Asking for support is just a joke between friends."

He gave Sakura Yuko some face and did not let her subvert her previous pure and enthusiastic image in front of her juniors.

"So it was just a joke." Asada Ichiba echoed softly in a breathy tone.

"Buzz-"

The cell phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated. Fujii Itsuki took it out and unlocked the screen, and a line suddenly popped up above the screen.

【So nervous! 】

One minute ago, from friend "Ye".

Ye: [What should I do? It will be my turn soon!]

As soon as Fujii Itsuki opened the chat interface, the other party sent another message like this.

Then, there is a clear photo of the scene.

In the photo, the girl is wearing a light pink dress, with a slim and graceful figure and a unique pure charm.

Even if the face is not shown, you can tell that the other person is probably not that ugly just by looking at the figure.

The background of the photo seems to be backstage of an auditorium. The girl is holding a thick stack of A4 paper in her arms and looks like she is anxiously preparing for a show.

"Fujii-senpai..." Asada Ichiha called softly, interrupting his thoughts.

"Was that a message from Sakura-senpai?"

"No." Fujii Itsuki shook his head and replied.

"That is……"

"Girlfriend?" Asada Ichiha felt strange again until he heard Fujii Itsuki say, "No, it's someone I don't know."

As he spoke, he typed a line in the chat box and sent it to the person on the other end of the phone.

【What's wrong? 】

Chapter 201 No Opinion

"Someone you don't know?"

"Is it a girl?"

The words came out of his mouth without thinking, and the next second, Asada Ichiyo suddenly realized that he seemed to be too nosy and had no sense of boundaries.

The two said they were good friends, but she and Fujii Itsuki were also seniors and juniors as well as subordinates.

It seems a bit impolite to ask this question rashly.

"Fujii-senpai, I..."

Clutching the cuffs of the employee's shirt, in order to hide his embarrassment, Asada Ichiha squatted down, picked up the Coke and stuffed it into the lower layer of the upright freezer, secretly observing Fujii Itsuki's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to mind, but replied casually while holding the phone: "Yes, it is indeed a girl, but we just met yesterday."

As he was speaking, a new message popped up in the Line chat box.

[Preparing for the speech contest backstage, it will be my turn soon. Trembling.jpg]

One minute ago, from friend "Ye".

"She sent a message saying that she will be giving a speech later."

"Tsk..." Fujii Itsuki sighed softly, "At this critical moment, he actually still has the energy to send a LINE message to chat with someone. It seems that he is confident and sure of success!"

"Ah?!"

Hearing this steely straight man's statement, Asada Ichiyo was slightly stunned, then raised his head and looked at Fujii Itsuki.

“Isn’t this right?”

"Um, Fujii-senpai..." She hesitated and squatted on the ground to close the door of the freezer in front of her.

"Is it possible that she is too nervous, so she sent you a message and wants to get some encouragement from you?" Asada Ichiye reminded weakly.

"is it?"

"Is that true?" Fujii Itsuki blinked and replied, deliberately saying, "I thought she was showing off to me that she was going to win the championship."

"Ugh——" Asada Kazuha's slender hand trembled, and the Coke bottle almost fell from her palm.

"Senior, he's a bit too straight..."

"...Stop joking." Seeing her stiff and reluctant expression, Fujii Itsuki's mouth corners slowly rose.

Of course, he could see what Asada Ichiha could see. He just didn't want to have too much to do with this woman with the ID "Ye".

【Well, then you should do your best. 】

After typing a line of words on the mobile phone keyboard and sending it to the other party, Fujii Itsuki put away the phone and looked down at the girl in front of him.

"Since you've spoken up, Asada, give her some encouragement and support."

"Hey, Fujii-senpai..." Hearing his voice, Asada Ichiha quickly stood up and explained, "Actually, you don't have to refer to my advice. I was just saying it casually."

"is it?"

"But I don't have my own opinions..." Fujii Itsuki shook his head and looked very embarrassed. "The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely I am to take her words as the truth."

"How can this be possible..." Asada Ichiha's pretty face was stern, and a hint of stubbornness and determination flashed in her beautiful eyes, "Senior Fujii, you should have your own opinion!"

"Yeah, Asada..." Looking at her small and delicate face, Fujii Itsuki nodded and smiled and agreed: "You are right, I should have my own opinion."

After saying this, he walked away, picked up the empty Coke box on the ground with one hand, and waved at Asada Ichiha with the other hand.

"Asada, I'm back in the manager's office. Call me if you need anything."

Witnessing the handsome back of Fujii Itsuki as he slowly walked past him towards the store manager's office, Asada Ichiyo always felt an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart.

"……wrong!"

The next second, she seemed to be teased, and her pretty face under her short hair turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blush passed over the eyebrows, climbed up to the ears, and even the teardrop mole under the left corner of the eye seemed to be stained with a thin layer of pink.

"Senior, he..."

"You were just praising me for being pretty, right?"

I was laughing at him in my heart just a minute ago for being a straight man who couldn't chat, but he just said a few words to me and I was so excited that I couldn't control myself.

"Boom--!"

Her heart couldn't help but beat faster, and the blush on her pretty face secretly spread to her neck.

As he watched Fujii Itsuki's back gradually disappear from his sight, the beautiful thoughts in Asada Ichiyo's mind were more intense than ever before.

"Fujii-senpai..." There was a different color in her eyes as she looked past the rows of shelves in the store and towards the direction of the manager's office.

"That woman..."

"That woman actually dared to send a line to Fujii-senpai seeking encouragement!"

"hateful!"

Obviously, as a colleague and friend, she doesn’t receive such treatment!

A morbid and extreme emotion grew in her heart. She stared for a full half minute before Asada Ichiyo's beautiful eyes gradually regained clarity.

"right……"

She slowly lowered her head.

Even a strange girl who she just met dared to chat with Fujii Itsuki, but she, who was with him day and night and saw him every day, rarely took the initiative to communicate with him.

It's not that I don't dare, but that I can't...

Her sister is in school, her family is in debt, she is busy at work, and she is exhausted.

It was as if huge mountains were pressing down on Asada Ichiyo, a girl of about 18 or 19, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

It seemed that such a beautiful thing as love was not meant for people like her.

"But if love is not the way, then how can we get Fujii-senpai?"

Asada Ichiyo's gaze wandered and he gradually became distracted.

……

Bunkyo District, private Seishi Women's University.

"As expected, you are kind enough to cheer me up!"

Looking at the text in the chat column, Asada Futaba couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. Just like a fisherman sitting on the fishing platform looking at the fish that has already taken the bait on the fishing line.

【Borrow your good words! Happy Kitten.jpg】

I added a happy cat emoji along with the message and clicked send.

When the message status changed to "read", Asada Futaba raised his head and glanced around the empty school auditorium.

There was no such thing as a speech contest. It was all just a lie she carefully fabricated.

Anyway, stealing someone's boyfriend is an immoral thing to do. Since it has been done, Asada Futaba doesn't mind being more shameless and using cheating and other means.

In short, as long as she can complete the task that Arina Matsumoto entrusted her with, it will be fine.

"Shh-"

Taking out a paperback-style notebook from the canvas bag, Futaba Asada took a pen and wrote a stroke on the word "sense of participation".

Now the only thing left is a sense of accomplishment.

"A rustling--"

In order to perform the whole act, she took out an A4-sized certificate of commendation from her canvas bag.