Tokyo: Love Begins with Controlling the Rich Girl

But he quickly recovered and showed a look of anticipation on his face.

Even when Shimada Sho leaned forward, she moved her whole body closer.

He even raised his hand and grabbed Shimada Sho's clothes.

Her lips were slightly pursed, and she gently closed her eyes...

Shimada Sho's assertiveness could no longer be maintained.

He looked at the girl's face, which was so close to his.

The breeze blowing in through the crack in the bathroom window ruffled the stray hairs at her temples, and you could clearly see the fine downy hairs on the tip of her nose, the slightly twitching nostrils, and the trembling eyelashes along the edge of her tightly closed eyelids.

She was genuinely waiting for him to kiss her.

The scare tactic has completely failed.

Today's young idols are not afraid at all.

How to do?

Shimada Sho's lips parted slightly, unsure whether to let them fall or stop.

He was about to say something to break the deadlock when suddenly—

Suddenly, footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, and the soles of the shoes echoed clearly on the tiled floor.

The sound grew louder as it approached, heading towards the water room.

Tenkai Chizuru suddenly opened her eyes.

As if jolted awake from a trance, she took a half-step back, hastily releasing her grip on his clothes, and whispered, "I...I'm leaving...you can wake up after I'm gone!"

Before he could finish speaking, she had already slipped out from under his arm, opened the door to the washroom, and vanished in a flash.

The footsteps hurried away down the corridor and soon disappeared around the corner.

The water room quieted down.

Shimada Sho slowly straightened up, withdrew his hand from the door panel, and gently exhaled.

He glanced down at his collar, which had been pulled askew, straightened it, and then opened the door and went out.

The corridor was completely empty.

He composed himself and returned to the classroom.

Class was about to start, and the students had all returned to the classroom, creating a lively atmosphere.

Shimada Sho glanced at Amami Chizuru as if it were nothing.

The girl buried her head behind her textbook and acted like an ostrich.

His gaze shifted again, and he noticed that the young lady had also arrived, sitting quietly in her seat.

An open English textbook stood in front of Yukine Kamishiro, but her gaze didn't fall on the pages; instead, it traveled across the entire classroom and landed on him.

His gaze was utterly calm, like a deep pool.

Shimada Sho pretended not to see it and walked back to his seat.

"Shimada-kun."

As soon as I sat down, I heard the young lady's cold voice from behind me.

Shimada Sho turned around as if nothing had happened and asked, "What's wrong?"

"There seemed to be some noise in the hallway just now."

"Really?" He turned to look outside, then shook his head. "I didn't notice."

Yukine Kamishiro added, "When Amami came back just now, she ran quite fast, and her face was all red."

Shimada Sho's expression faltered for a moment, then he continued to give a perfunctory reply, "Maybe he ran too fast."

"Oh," the young lady responded, and after a couple of seconds, she added, "I thought it was because the washroom was too cold and she caught a cold."

"..."

Shimada Sho understood now.

The young lady is talking about what just happened.

She got it.

The footsteps that just passed by the washroom, those unhurried, even-paced steps, belonged to the young lady.

After Chizuru Amami went inside, she didn't close the door, and the young lady happened to pass by and saw it.

Recalling his interaction with Amami Chizuru just now, he had pinned his idol against the wall, with almost no distance between them. If this were seen by outsiders...

"I don't know." Shimada Sho shook his head, feigning ignorance.

Even if you actually saw it, you can't admit it.

Besides, the young lady might not actually have everything on display.

He pinned Tenkai Chizuru against the wall, close to the corridor wall, and only her profile could be seen through the crack in the door.

Not wanting to continue the topic, Shimada Sho simply changed the subject.

"Shimada's face is also a little red. If it's hot, you can open the window a little."

Shimada Sho: "...Understood."

……

The bell rang for the first class of the morning. The homeroom teacher, Natsumi Yonekura, walked into the classroom carrying a stack of forms.

She distributed the forms to each row: "Sports Festival event registration forms. This Thursday is the official deadline. Everyone must register for at least one event; there can be no exceptions."

A murmur of discussion arose in the classroom.

"They've finally arrived."

What projects are planned for this year?

"Do you have relay races? I'd like to sign up for the relay!"

"Can I not participate? I'm exhausted."

"Quiet." Natsumi Yonekura tapped on the podium. "Look at the table first, and ask if you don't understand anything."

The registration form was passed from front to back. Shimada Sho reached out and took it, glancing down at it.

The events are listed clearly: sprints, long-distance running, relays, high jump, long jump, throwing events, shot put, and javelin.

Today, martial arts demonstration matches and team obstacle courses have also been added.

A small note at the bottom of the form states: The martial arts performance competition is only open to students with a foundation in martial arts, and registration must be approved by their instructors.

Before he could finish reading, Hoshino Yuuki, who sat at the table in front of him, had already turned around.

Her gaze fell on the form in Shimada Sho's hand, and she gestured with her chin, asking, "What program did you apply for?"

“These two.” Shimada Sho placed the form on the table and tapped the columns for martial arts exhibition match and relay race with his fingertip.

Although the school has already made arrangements for him, he still needs to fill out the form.

Hoshino Yuuki glanced in the direction he was pointing, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Martial arts exhibition match? You know martial arts?"

“Your brother is an all-rounder,” Shimada Sho replied calmly.

"Tch!" Hoshino Yuuki thought he was showing off. "Don't get beaten to death."

"At least I have some faith in your brother."

"Wasn't the lesson last time severe enough?" Hoshino Yuuki bluntly exposed him.

The last time was at the club exchange meeting, when Shimada Sho was ambushed by Kobayashi Tsuyoshi.

Yuzuki Hoshino wasn't present at the time, but she found out about it afterwards.

Hearing her say that, Shimada Sho gave a helpless, bitter smile.

Last time, they were just desperate and resorted to desperate measures.

Besides, he didn't lose anything at all.

However, knowing that she was worried about him, Shimada Sho did not refute her, and only said, "I will do my best to make sure I don't get beaten to death."

Hoshino Yuuki: "..."

While the two were talking, the classmates started discussing it amongst themselves.

"Seriously, are we really going to participate in the relay race?"

"We can't possibly outrun Class B!"

"Yeah, Yamazaki from Class B ran the 100 meters in under 11 seconds last year. No one in our class can keep up with him."

"The martial arts exhibition match is another one. I heard that Morita High School from the neighboring district won third place in the national high school martial arts tournament team competition last year. How can we win?"

"I think we should all participate in the team competition."

"Class A's best result in previous years was only fifth place in the high jump; their other events were mostly in the middle to lower ranks. They're only holding on by their academic performance."

"If we come in last again this time, those guys in Class C will laugh at us again."

……

Discussions rose and fell, mostly filled with worry and self-deprecation, occasionally interspersed with a few words of resentment and complaint.

This situation arises because Class A's performance in previous years has been mediocre.

If it's a matter of exam scores, Class A is not afraid of any other class in the same grade.

But his sports skills are really terrible.

A group of scholars can't compare to the military officers in other classes.

However, Shimada Sho could not empathize with this.

The ranking was of no importance to him.

He wasn't keen on honors, nor did he have any obsession with being number one.

The only thing to do is to fulfill the promise I made to Yuki Ayase.

Representing the school in a martial arts performance competition, they defeated other schools.

He picked up a pen and filled in his name and student ID on the form.

The registration forms circulated around the classroom and were collected one after another.

After confirming that all the forms had been collected, the homeroom teacher gave a few more instructions on the assembly time and precautions for the day of the sports festival before ending the speech.

The rest of the time passed quietly in self-study.

The sunlight streaming into the classroom from the southwest cast a long, slanting shadow on the floor.

Shimada Sho flipped through his textbook, then closed it, his gaze falling on the playground outside the window.

The track and field team has already started marking lines on the track, and several figures wearing fluorescent vests are jogging along the curves to warm up.

Thursday is the official date of the sports festival; before that, classes will continue as usual.

The morning passed quickly.

When the lunch break bell rang, Shimada Sho snapped out of his focused study.

He took his lunchbox out of his desk and headed to the activity room.

This is something I promised Ayase Yuki before.

But before they could even move, Yukine Kamishiro's voice came from behind: "Shimada-san, let's go to the activity room together."

The young lady had already stood up, her long silver hair cascading down her back, her bright eyes quietly gazing at him.

Shimada Sho nodded, stood up, and said, "Let's go."

The young lady is now nominally the fifth-floor supervisor.

She had just said last week that supervisors must also be involved in the activities of club members.

Since Yuki Ayase, as the club president, did not refuse, he, as a club member, naturally had nothing to say.