Becoming a Yakuza Boss from Tokyo

The girl in front of him looked so familiar, he felt like he had seen her somewhere before, but he couldn't call out her name for a moment, so he subconsciously asked, "Who are you..."

Faced with Long Yan's doubts, the girl seemed a little unresponsive, but the good education she received since childhood allowed her to adjust herself quickly.

"My name is Fujiwara Chika, and I'm the monitor of our class.

The teacher asked me to confirm with everyone which clubs you have chosen. You are the only one missing from our class."

The girl had a sweet smile and a soft and cute appearance. Even Long Yan, who was used to seeing all kinds of beauties in the entertainment industry in his previous life, couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "This is the breath of youth", not to mention the boys in the class who were still in adolescence. Their eyes even followed the girl and came to Long Yan.

Suddenly, the girl and Long Yan became the focus of the class.

However, Long Yan was a veteran after all. He was well-informed and quickly came to his senses. He maintained a polite smile and responded softly.

"Senior Rengoku should have handed in my application to the instructor. If nothing unexpected happens, I should be a formal member of the Kendo Club now."

Upon hearing this, not only Fujiwara Chika, but also the other students in the class subconsciously made a series of low discussions.

"Is he talking about... Rengoku Momojuro-senpai from the Kendo Club?

Is that the one who killed him?"

“Who else but him?

The last name Purgatory is not common!"

"That was the genius swordsman who killed fourteen people in a row in the Jade Dragon Banner last year and led our Xinghai to win the Jade Dragon Banner as a freshman. Uesugi actually knew such a monster and personally submitted an application for him to join the club?"

Listening to the low cry next to his ear, Long Yan had some understanding of Momojuro's prestige in Xinghai High School. Even the first-year students who had just enrolled were spreading his legend. Even the boys who had gathered in a corner of the class and looked at him with ill intent couldn't help but retract their teasing eyes, which made him more eager for the breath of fire.

After all, whether it was his status as a formal member of the sports club or Rengoku Momojuro, they were obviously not people they could easily provoke.

Fujiwara Chika also seemed to have heard of the name of Rengoku Momojuro. Out of responsibility, she still opened her mouth to confirm: "Rengoku-senpai... are you referring to the head of the Kendo Club, Rengoku?"

Long Yan: "Yes, it's him."

After receiving a positive answer, Fujiwara Chika gently tucked the hair that fell on her forehead, and then smiled softly with a bright face: "Then I feel relieved. After all, Uesugi-san doesn't seem to like to talk much. I was worried that you might... Anyway, it's great that you can participate in club activities."

Obviously, although Fujiwara Chika was hesitant to speak, the meaning behind her words was similar to that of Suzuki Sonoko a few days ago. They were both worried that Ryuhiko would be bullied by his classmates because of his "introverted" personality and "weak" physique.

Perhaps the reason why she came to ask during the lunch break when everyone was in the class was because she wanted to help Long Yan find a suitable club to join.

Looking at the cute and kind-hearted monitor in front of him, Long Yan rarely smiled in front of the class: "Sorry to bother you, monitor Fujiwara."

After saying that, Long Yan turned his attention to his lunch box again.

Due to time constraints, the soup stock was skipped. He bought the seasoning at the shopping street yesterday afternoon after he was "beaten" by Busujima Saeko.

Fortunately, there is Lao Gan Ma in this world!

However, due to the shortage of seasonings, he only made two dishes, but these two dishes burst out with the ultimate aroma the moment he opened the thermal lunch box!

"Gulu!"

The sound of swallowing saliva kept ringing in the classroom, and some students who were shoveling rice into their mouths raised their heads in confusion.

Smelling the faint fragrance wafting towards their noses, they suddenly felt that the food in their lunch boxes no longer smelled good.

Yangzhou fried rice and secret recipe of Mapo tofu are just that powerful!

However, just as Long Yan was about to pick up his chopsticks, he discovered that Fujiwara Chika, who had just been standing next to his desk, was staring at the secret mapo tofu in his lunch box with starry eyes and a look of "desire" in her eyes.

Long Yan even suspected that if her "master" was not around, she would have pounced on her lunch box without hesitation.

Maybe it was out of gratitude for Fujiwara Chika's kindness, or maybe he just wanted to tease this cute girl.

Looking at Fujiwara Chika in front of him, Ryuhiko scooped up a spoonful of his carefully prepared secret mapo tofu with his spoon and said softly.

"Want to eat?"

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PS. I feel like it has suddenly become a lot colder today. My head is frozen and I feel a little nauseous. I’m going to take a shower and go to bed after finishing writing this chapter!

Chapter 36 This Damn Charm

The square-cut gypsum tofu is thickened with a bright red sauce. The red of the chili, the white of the tofu and the green of the garlic sprouts form a "color" that increases your appetite.

Looking at the mapo tofu in the spoon, Fujiwara Chika's stomach growled with hunger.

"Gulu!"

However, no one would laugh at her at this moment. The moment Long Yan opened the food box, the aroma compressed in the food box filled the air like an aroma bomb. Anyone who smelled the aroma, regardless of whether they had eaten or not, would subconsciously have their stomach growl like Fujiwara Chika.

"Can I...can I really eat?"

The education she received since childhood constantly taught her not to eat food handed to her by a strange man, even if the other party was her classmate.

Not to mention that the other party fed it to me by hand with a spoon!

but......

For some reason, looking at the crystal clear mapo tofu in the spoon and the bright red sauce sliding down from the tofu, it was as if there was a voice in her heart saying something.

Eat it!

Eat it!

The temptation in her heart gradually overcame her rationality. Facing the spoon handed to her by Long Yan, Fujiwara Chika hesitated for less than two seconds...

Ouch!

Instead of tasting it in small sips, Fujiwara Chika's cherry-like mouth almost took the spoon and the tofu into her mouth. The spiciness of the small yamazan pepper brought a huge numbing sensation the moment her tongue tip touched the sauce.

Ying...

As the delicate neck moved up and down due to swallowing, an incomprehensible sound came from the depths of Fujiwara Chika's throat. It was not known whether it was Ryuhiko's illusion, but he seemed to have seen the illusion of Fujiwara Chika's "clothes exploding".

Well, since there are the Ten Greatest Totsuki in this world, it is reasonable for their clothes to explode, right?

However, this was not the end. After trying the first bite, Fujiwara Chika seemed to have opened the door to a new world. She subconsciously took the spoon from Ryuhiko's hand and devoured the delicious food in the lunch box bite after bite, mumbling something incoherently while eating.

“Good times!

It’s really a great time!

The chewy tofu, crispy minced meat, spicy chili and fragrant garlic sprouts are a perfect combination. It feels like every bite explodes in your mouth.

How could...how could there be such good mapo tofu?

Compared with this one, the Huaxia restaurant in Chinatown is not even on the same level..."

Suddenly, the praise in her mouth stopped along with the spoon hovering in the air. Looking at the empty lunch box, there was an incredible look in Fujiwara Chika's eyes.

Gone?

I actually...

I actually finished eating Uesugi-san's lunch?

A blush instantly appeared on Fujiwara Chika's cheeks. She couldn't believe that she, who was brought up with strict parents, would actually do such a thing, and do it in public. A strong sense of shame arose spontaneously. The moment she put down the spoon, she didn't even dare to look directly at Long Yan who was sitting at the desk.

“That…that…”

She tried to say something to ease the embarrassment, but when the words came to her lips, she seemed unable to spit them out because of the heat on her face. In her panic, her face turned red like a cooked crab.

Fortunately, this was not the first time that Long Yan had seen this scene.

By the way, his secret recipe of Mapo Tofu actually has another name.

That is the magical Mapo Tofu!

That’s right, this Mapo Tofu that is enough to make Fujiwara Chika lose her mind and be unable to extricate herself from it is made by Chef Abe of Kikuxialou, who is known as the fairy of Sichuan cuisine.

After injuring his knee, Long Yan was once obsessed with reproducing the various dishes in the Cooking Master Boy. Although the dishes he made were not amazing, in terms of taste, they were in no way inferior to those of some state banquet chefs.

Fujiwara Chika's family etiquette was defeated by Chinese cuisine, which has thousands of years of cultural heritage, and it was not unfair for her to lose.

However, Long Yan would naturally not let this lovely and kind girl embarrass herself in public.

Faced with Fujiwara Chika who was so shy that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence, Ryuhiko simply took off his glasses slowly, gently wiped the lenses that were misted by the steam from the food box, and then smiled and whispered to help.

“Although I’m not a professional chef, it makes me happy that the dishes I cook are recognized by diners.

It's a pity, if the mapo tofu is eaten with my Yangzhou fried rice, it will taste different."

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Chika was shocked and the sound of exclamation came out of her mouth almost subconsciously.

"What!?

Did you cook this yourself, Uesugi-kun?

I thought it was your Chinese chef who cooked...”

However, she had just said half of her words when she stopped as if she had been hit by a Valudo.

She stared at Long Yan in front of her in a daze for a full five seconds, and then subconsciously looked around, as if she was looking for something.

"Cough cough..."

Long Yan obviously realized something. He was not used to wearing glasses yet, so he put his glasses back on his nose, which made Fujiwara Chika's eyes focus again.

"My family doesn't have the money to hire a Chinese chef, but my milk tea shop will open in a week. If Captain Fujiwara has time, you can bring your friends to taste it.

Grand opening promotion, buy one get one free."

As he spoke, Long Yan did not forget to promote his own business.

After all, someone like Fujiwara Chika speaks like a personal chef, so it seems that even if her family background is not as good as Suzuki Sonoko's, she must be from a wealthy family.

It seemed that the excuse given by Long Yan was quite effective. After hearing his words, or perhaps after seeing his handsome appearance that was hidden by his glasses, Fujiwara Chika was no longer nervous all of a sudden.

Not only did she accept Long Yan's invitation immediately, she also quickly returned to her desk, picked up her lunch box and ran back to Long Yan's desk. When she came back, she did not forget to drag a chair from Long Yan's neighboring table.

"I'm so... so sorry, Uesugi-san. I... I accidentally ate all your lunch. As compensation, I... let's eat together!"

Listening to Fujiwara Chika's guilty words, Long Yan immediately nodded and said, "Sure."

However, just as Long Yan agreed, Fujiwara Chika looked at him again with starry eyes, and said softly with a hint of request in her tone: "Then... can you give me some of your Yangzhou fried rice..."

The sound in his ears gradually became smaller and smaller, until it was as faint as a mosquito or fly. However, facing Fujiwara Chika's request, Long Yan still did not refuse and responded softly.

"all right."

However, for some reason, perhaps it was Long Yan's illusion, he felt that the moment he agreed to Fujiwara Chika, there seemed to be a sound of something breaking not far behind him.

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PS. I finally finished coding this chapter around the time when the Spring Festival Gala started. I went home to celebrate the New Year today and was busy for a long time during the day. Although I feel that the New Year atmosphere is getting weaker year by year, there is always an inexplicable sense of happiness when my family is together.

I also wish all my friends a happy New Year’s Eve and a happy family reunion!

Chapter 37: I can’t think of a chapter title, so I can only wish everyone a happy new year!

Schools in Japan finish very early, and even if the teacher stays a little longer than usual the class will hardly be later than 3:30 in the afternoon. When Long Yan arrived at the Kendo Club, the members had already started warming up in twos and threes.

However, today the Kendo Club did not seem to be in a hurry to start the daily basic training. Although some second and third year members who were doing warm-up exercises kept moving their hands, their eyes subconsciously drifted towards the gate of the Kendo Club's venue. Even Bando Ueto, who never slacked off on weekdays, was sitting aside with his eyes closed and resting very calmly today. This made every first year student who came in look trembling with fear, as if they had done something to anger their seniors and hurried to the side to maintain their protective gear.

In each club, first-year students are in most cases responsible for the maintenance and cleaning of club equipment and facilities, and even some rookie kings are no exception.

However, it is worth mentioning that although Long Yan is also a freshman in the Kendo Club, perhaps because he defeated the regular Bando Ueto before he even joined the club, and was highly appreciated by the president and vice president, everyone subconsciously did not regard him as a newcomer, and Long Yan was happy to have some free time.

After a while, perhaps because the atmosphere in the club was really a little weird, Long Yan poked Busujima Saeko, who was tying her hair, and asked softly, "What's wrong with everyone today? They all seem to be extra serious."

Busujima Saeko first glanced at Ryuhiko in surprise, then tied her hair tightly with a rubber band between her lips. Her long purple hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her head swayed, emitting a charming fragrance.

Seeing that Busujima Saeko did not answer him immediately, Long Yan was not in a hurry. He just looked at the girl next to him with an appreciative look.

And Busujima Saeko didn't seem to care about Long Yan's gaze. After smoothing her hair, she even smiled and asked Long Yan softly, "Does it look good?"

Hearing this, Long Yan didn't care whether there was any deeper meaning in Busujima Saeko's words. He just shrugged casually and replied casually with a nonchalant look on his face: "Science has shown that appreciating beautiful women for one minute every day can help men live longer. I'm just thinking about my life span."

"Pfft!"

Hearing this, Busujima Saeko couldn't help but burst out laughing, not sure whether it was because of Ryuhiko's humor or his lame excuse.

But soon, she put away the smile on her face, and just kept a faint smile and replied softly: "Today is the day to announce the Jade Dragon Flag and the finalists for the national competition. Except for the first-year students like you who are not in a good situation, the second and third year members are all trying their best to show their faces in the competition."

Upon hearing this, Long Yan couldn't help but reveal an expression of "I see."