Tokyo: Love Begins with Controlling the Rich Girl

"then you……"

"I have a way."

Shimada Sho interrupted him and quickened his pace.

Kenta Takada and Yosuke Murakami exchanged a glance and remained silent.

The three of them walked into the teaching building together and parted ways at the stairwell.

Shimada Sho returned to the classroom and sat back in his seat.

The bell rang just as the first class of the afternoon began.

He took out his textbook and placed it on the table, but his mind was still on Ayase Yuki.

Chapter 83 Underworld Headquarters

Do I know her?

Shimada Sho searched through his memories.

He absorbed a lot of the original owner's memories, although they were not complete, they contained all the necessary information.

I went through all the memories from elementary school, middle school, and high school.

No.

There is no such person as Yuki Ayase.

"Then why did she do that?"

Shimada Sho couldn't understand it.

If the two of them don't know each other, then Ayase Yuki's behavior makes no sense at all.

A woman who usually speaks coldly to you secretly touches your face and ruffles your hair while you are unconscious, and even makes you call her "sister"...

This doesn't make any sense.

unless……

"Shimada-kun".

On the podium, the teacher's voice interrupted Shimada Sho's thoughts.

He looked up and found that all his classmates were looking at him.

"Shimada-kun, you answer this question."

Shimada Sho glanced at the problem on the blackboard; it was a math problem.

He stood up, walked to the blackboard, and picked up the chalk.

The topic isn't difficult; it's something we just covered today.

He recalled the points the teacher had just covered and then began to write.

After the student finished writing, the teacher glanced at it, nodded, and said, "Correct. Go back and sit down."

Shimada Sho returned to his seat and continued to stare blankly.

He barely paid attention in the next few classes.

My mind is filled with thoughts of Yuki Ayase.

He couldn't figure it out.

I really can't understand it.

He didn't come to his senses until the school bell rang.

"Forget it, I don't want to."

Shimada Sho packed his schoolbag and glanced at his phone.

There are two unread messages on Line, sent by Reina Takikawa:

【Shinjuku Gyoen no Hana: Genji-kun~ I have something to do this afternoon, so the shop will be closed for half a day. You don't need to come~】

[Shinjuku Gyoen no Hana: Genji-kun, remember to check your account, there's a surprise~]

Shimada Sho replied with "Received" and then turned off his phone.

Just right.

He was originally thinking about how to ask for leave, but now he doesn't need to.

This afternoon, he has important business to attend to.

I packed my books, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and walked out of the school gate, just as the orange-red sunset was casting its golden rays.

It bathed everything around it in warm colors.

Shimada Sho glanced at the time: 5:23 PM.

After standing there for a moment to think, Shimada Sho followed the direction he remembered and walked towards the bus stop.

He was going to find those gangsters and pay back the debt.

On the way, Shimada Sho couldn't help but think of Ayase Yuki again.

Why did she do that?

He spent the whole afternoon pondering this question, but still couldn't find an answer.

She has absolutely no memory of me.

Perhaps the only point of contact between the two was that encounter in the club activity room.

She called him a pervert back then, and Shimada Shoya developed a sharp tongue towards her.

After that, we only had daily interactions, nothing more.

"Is it because I'm handsome?"

Shimada Sho touched his face.

After gaining +5 to his charm, his facial features did indeed change.

But to say that he's so handsome that women would throw themselves at him is an exaggeration.

"Or... does she have some kind of unusual fetish?"

Shimada Sho recalled Ayase Yuki's behavior in his memory.

Touch his face, ruffle his hair, and make him call her "sister".

She didn't resist when she was hugged; instead, her face flushed red, and she looked incredibly beautiful.

This doesn't seem like a normal girl's reaction at all.

"never mind."

Shimada Sho shook his head, trying to clear these distracting thoughts from his mind.

If you can't figure it out, then stop thinking about it.

Anyway, I can just go to the club activity room less often in the future.

If you can't afford to offend them, can't you at least avoid them?

Shimada Sho walked to the bus stop and glanced at the sign.

He was heading west, to the edge of Shinjuku.

The gang's hideout was in an old office building; the address was in the original owner's memory.

Last month, the original owner signed the guarantee contract there.

It was there that the group threatened to kidnap someone and take them to international waters next Wednesday.

"Let's settle this today."

Shimada Sho took out his phone and glanced at his bank balance.

Current account balance: ¥2,518,423

Two million five hundred and eighty thousand four hundred and twenty-three yen.

The two million was a reward for completing the task.

The 500,000 yuan just arrived this morning; it's likely the payment from Tianhai Qianhe for performing on her behalf.

As for the remaining 18,000, that's probably the surprise the store manager mentioned.

He worked part-time for six days last week, and his salary came to just over 11,000 yuan.

Rena Takikawa immediately transferred 18,000 yen.

Shimada Sho took out his phone and replied to her message, saying that he had received his salary.

Just as they finished distributing the gifts, the bus came to a stop.

The stop is called Hyakunincho Shopping Street Station, which is right in the center of Hyakunincho.

Located in southern Shinjuku, adjacent to JR Okubo Station and Shin-Okubo Station, this area is part of a foreign community.

There are many foreigners with expired visas, as well as local gangsters, so it's a mixed bag.

In the evening, the people coming and going in this area are mostly delinquents with exaggerated appearances.

Ignoring these people, Shimada Sho went straight to the ATM to withdraw money, and then followed the route he remembered to a street that was not very wide.

This street, named Dongxing, is lined with old-style shops and office buildings on both sides.

Because the streetlights hadn't been turned on yet, it looked rather deserted at first glance.

Shimada Sho followed the street to a gray building.

The building is six or seven stories high, with dark brown tiles on the exterior walls and dusty windows.

The sign on the first floor looked like an izakaya (Japanese pub), but it had already closed down.

A "For Rent" sign was still hanging on the pulled-down roller shutter.

There was an iron gate next to the entrance of the izakaya, and two young men in black suits were standing at the door.

"This is it."

Shimada Sho checked the original owner's memories.

Last month, the original owner was brought to this building by that distant relative and signed a guarantee contract in the office on the third floor.

He walked over, and the two people at the door immediately looked over.

"What are you doing here?" One of the young men with a buzz cut looked him up and down, his eyes wary.

Shimada Sho was wearing a school uniform and carrying a backpack; he looked like an ordinary high school student.

But the other person's gaze did not relax; instead, it intensified.

"Give me my money back." Shimada Sho got straight to the point.

The man with the buzz cut was taken aback. "What money?"

"Sho Shimada, two million."

He gave his name and the amount, showing no sign of panic.

The man with the buzz cut was clearly taken aback.

"Wait."

He thought of something, turned around, and walked through the iron gate.

About a minute later, he came out again, the wariness on his face gone, replaced by curiosity in his eyes.

He sized up Shimada Sho for a while before saying, "Let's go upstairs, to the third floor."

"Thank you." Shimada Sho nodded and pushed the door open to go inside.

The hallway was dimly lit and quiet, with only the sound of Shimada Sho's footsteps on the stairs to be heard.

The doors on the second and third floors were tightly closed.

It wasn't until the fourth floor that Shimada Sho saw a middle-aged man with a gold chain and full-arm tattoos at the emergency exit.

This man, Shimada Sho, was no stranger to him; he was the same crew-cut man who had been brutally beaten by him using his sister's body last time.