Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

It's not easy to get into the Japanese entertainment industry. Not only are your economic lifelines and business contracts controlled by your agents, but not only are beautiful female artists unsafe, but good-looking male artists are also helpless.

This can be seen by referring to the well-known Johnny & Associates scandal.

The male artists were basically scolded from top to bottom by the president.

Looking past the "Basic Music Composition" and "Basic Lyrics Writing", Fujii Itsuki turned his attention to the "Intermediate Professional Knowledge Mastery".

There is no need to say much about this skill. He has redeemed a basic one once before and the effect is powerful. It saved him a lot of learning time and it has been put on his must-redeem list.

As for the props refreshed in the mall this week...

Fujii Itsuki frowned slightly.

He could understand immunity to negative physical conditions, as it came with a built-in purification technique.

But what does it mean to be immune to moral condemnation, suppression of public opinion, etc.?

Fujii Itsuki emptied his mind and thought for a while.

He suddenly had an idea, and couldn't wait to ask the system: "System, since the Invulnerable Card is immune to moral and public condemnation, does it mean that it is immune to a single crime?"

【Ding! 】

[The Invulnerable Card can be immune to negative effects once, including but not limited to negative states such as physical illness, fatigue, poisoning, and moral condemnation and public opinion suppression of the spirit.]

[Including criminal acts! ]

"I see, this is just like removing stars in GTA!"

Fujii Itsuki's eyes lit up slightly.

In the GTA (Grand Theft Auto) series of games, yellow police tracking stars are a punishment mechanism for players.

The more crimes you commit and the higher the charges, the more stars you accumulate, and the more intense the police pursuit will naturally be.

Players can avoid police pursuit, disappear for a period of time without being discovered, or call specific NPCs and spend money to eliminate their star levels.

When the stars clear, you'll be transformed into a law-abiding citizen of Los Santos again!

There is no doubt that the "Invulnerable Card" can eliminate a star level!

Even if it's only once, it's a precious opportunity to start over!

I didn’t have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person.

"System, redeem the Invulnerable Card!"

Faced with such a magical item, Fujii Itsuki chose to redeem it without hesitation.

【Ding! 】

[The Invulnerable Card (Tips Card) has been successfully redeemed! ]

Along with the deduction of 1000 revenge points, a golden card similar to the one in the Three Kingdoms board game appeared in Fujii Itsuki's hand.

With this "invulnerable card" in hand, Fujii Itsuki will undoubtedly have more confidence when facing upper-class people like Matsumoto Yuriko in the future.

No matter how rich and powerful you are.

I am invulnerable!

After putting away the golden card and calming down his excitement, Fujii Itsuki turned his attention to "Mastery of Intermediate Professional Knowledge".

This is an intermediate skill, also worth 1000 revenge points.

However, there are only 600 revenge points left on Fujii Itsuki's current panel, which is too much to redeem.

Those 5 evil points can be converted into 500 revenge points, but Fujii Itsuki was reluctant to give them up, as he felt that the evil points would be of great use later.

"never mind……"

Definitely next time!

It's the middle of the night now, where can he get revenge points!

You can't sneak into Shimizu Ai's room next door and corrupt her, right?

Although the female ghost was a little annoying, her crime was not serious enough.

Besides, this week has just begun, and there will be many opportunities to get revenge points later, so there is no need to rush for now.

Thinking of this, Fujii Itsuki closed the system panel, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It was already eight o'clock on Monday morning when I woke up. The house was deserted with only Fujii Itsuki left.

On the living room dining table was a packed lunch box, a peeled hard-boiled egg, and a vegetarian sandwich.

If things go as expected, it should have been prepared by that brat Shimizu Ai.

Ever since he was recruited as an undercover agent, this kid has probably fallen into the so-called "convert frenzy" and has become more and more obedient to him.

At least the surface work is done well enough, but it is unknown what he is thinking in his heart, Fujii Itsuki.

After a simple breakfast, Fujii Itsuki put the lunch box into his schoolbag, changed his shoes at the entrance, and left Fujii's house.

The girl waiting on a bicycle did not appear at the door as usual, and Fujii Itsuki felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

"That girl Ogiwara..."

"It really is."

If she didn't want to kiss me, she could have just refused, but she just made up an excuse and ran away shyly.

A helpless smile appeared on Fujii Itsuki's face.

"I have to tease her when I get to school!"

……

Meanwhile, at Ogiwara House.

Unlike Fujii Itsuki who slept until eight o'clock, Ogiwara Sakuten got up at dawn.

"call--"

The sound of the range hood was heard in the kitchen. Ogihara Saki turned off the stove and put a plate of stir-fried chicken and carrots into the lunch box.

Since her mother Ayako Ogihara was busy with work and most of the time she worked night shifts, Saki Ogihara had to take care of herself from a very young age.

"Click."

There was the sound of the doorknob turning.

Ogihara Saki came out with fried eggs and miso soup and looked at the woman standing at the entrance changing into slippers.

Her mother, Ayako Ogiwara.

She has fashionable big wavy black curls, a pair of bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and slightly pursed red lips.

Her makeup is delicate and beautiful, and she seems to be on a different level from Ogihara Saki, who is wearing pigtails and round-frame glasses in the living room.

A slender waist, plump buttocks, long, round and straight legs... She doesn't look like a mother at all.

When Tingting stood in front of Ogihara Saki, they looked more like a pair of sisters than mother and daughter.

Chapter 72 Probably, Maybe, Possibly

"Mom, breakfast is ready, do you want to eat?"

Ogiwara Saki was like a lowly maidservant of an ancient daimyo, carrying the miso soup and placing it on the dining table.

"No, you can eat it yourself..."

Ayako Ogiwara hooked her slender legs, held the wall of the entrance with one hand, and took off her high heels with the other hand.

She rubbed her sore calves and then slipped her black-stockinged feet into her cotton slippers.

"Saki, why did you get up so early today?"

"Um... I went to the bathroom this morning and couldn't fall asleep anymore..."

"Well, then mom will go to rest first. You should go to school early after dinner."

A trace of fatigue was visible on Ayako Ogiwara's pretty face, and she walked towards the bedroom while yawning.

"Okay, Mom..." Ogihara Saki nervously clenched the sleeves of her clothes. When she saw her mother Ogihara Ayako walk into the bedroom and close the door, her tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

She absentmindedly sipped her miso soup, and after finishing her breakfast, she put the dishes in the sink to wash.

After doing all this, Ogihara Saki carefully pushed open the door of her mother Ogihara Ayako's room.

"call--"

There was the sound of even breathing coming from the bedside.

Seeing her mother fall into a deep sleep with her own eyes, Ogihara Saki quietly retreated to her bedroom with the thought that "I must not be discovered".

"Click."

Open your makeup box and apply an even layer of foundation on your face.

After two days of practice on Saturday and Sunday, Ogihara Saki was already familiar with the routine.

She carefully put on some light makeup, then untied her pigtails, took off her thick round-frame glasses, and finally put on the pure white dress she had just bought.

"Done!"

After turning around in front of the mirror, Ogihara Saki's pretty face portrayed a pure and lovely smile, and she left the Ogihara house carrying a canvas bag.

……

Arakawa School.

"Have you seen that girl?"

"Which class are you from? So cute!"

"Isn't she a transfer student or an exchange student?"

"..."

Walking on the way to school, her pure and sweet appearance unsurprisingly attracted the attention of many passers-by.

The closer we got to the school, the louder the discussions became.

Especially when Ogihara Saki walked into Class B, the originally lazy class became lively like a pot of boiling water that suddenly boiled.

"Hey, did she go to the wrong class? Why have I never seen her before?" A boy with a shaved head nudged his companion with his elbow.

"I don't know, why don't you ask yourself!" The boy who was traveling with her blocked the door and looked in the direction of Ogihara Saki without blinking.

"She's so pretty, I don't dare to disturb her..."

"I will definitely be considered a pervert!" The boy with a crew cut began to back off.

In the classroom, the girls also gathered together and talked.

"Where did this guy come from? He has such a strong aura!"

"I don't know, maybe I went to the wrong place. There is no such cute girl in our class."

Like other girls, Mizuhara Moko also sat in the middle and discussed in a low voice.

She looked at Ogihara Saki's delicate and handsome face and felt that it looked inexplicably familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere not long ago.

"That's right!"

"I met a pretty girl at the mall on Saturday and it looked like she was me!"

"Hey, why did she sit in Ogiwara's seat?" someone in the crowd suddenly spoke up.

"Why don't you go over and remind her that it's impolite to sit in someone else's seat." A kind-hearted person suggested in a friendly manner.

"How hypocritical! If you want to go, go by yourself. Waiting for Ogihara to come will embarrass this guy!"

There are also people who are eager for her to make a fool of herself.

The two gangs immediately started quarreling.

When she heard the name "Ogihara Saki", Mizuhara Moko's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She instantly recalled that on Saturday afternoon at Uniqlo, the "beautiful girl" seemed to wave her hand to say hello to her.

Maybe, perhaps, possibly...

Shouldn't it?