Tokyo Trickster

Okumura Haru shook his head.

"Really?" Okumura Kuniwa smiled warmly, which was unusual for him. He lowered his head and continued to flip through the book.

When Okumura Haru entered the study, the book "The Wizard's Tower" was almost finished.

Another five minutes passed.

After finishing the whole book, Kunikazu Okumura closed it and placed it on the table, feeling somewhat unsatisfied. “Young people today are really amazing.”

He paced on the spot, rubbing his palm on the cover of the book several times, looked at Okumura Haru, shook his head, and pulled out a brand new, unopened copy of "The Wizard's Tower" from the bookshelf. "The author is Kurusu Akatsuki, whose real name is Amamiya Ren. Have you ever heard of this junior from your school?"

"Yes," Okumura Haru frowned and then relaxed. She didn't want to show any personal emotions in front of this man, because it would only make things... uncontrollable. This is what he taught her: the interest disputes of large companies are no different from wars between countries, and intelligence is one of the most important strategic resources. Even at the negotiating table of leaders, a perfect expression management can sometimes be a matter of life and death.

Kunikazu Okumura took off his square-framed glasses, and his smile became gentler, even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out. He seemed like a kind and caring father who loved his family. With a family affection that was not mixed with any interests or snobbery, he said to Haru Okumura, "You did a great job, very good. I have been hesitating about making Amamiya Ren the spokesperson for the Okumura Group's fast food chain for a while because I was not sure, but you did it. This is a surprising result."

This unconditional praise made Okumura Haru subconsciously take a half step back. She felt a little disgusted and frightened, and suddenly didn't understand what the man in front of her wanted to do.

His purpose? His thoughts? In an instant, they were shrouded in the dark clouds of winter.

Okumura Haru was worried that this man who had acquired enormous wealth and was trying to seize power would do something that would make her regret for the rest of her life.

"Mr. Amemiya and I met because of a study tour, and our relationship is just a business partnership," Okumura Haru said without leaving a trace.

"Yeah. It's good that we've had contact." Okumura Kuniwa nodded, signaling her not to continue. "Let's have dinner at home tonight. The chef of Ichifumen is in the kitchen."

"I understand." Okumura Haru put on a businesslike smile.

The crows outside the window started to crow again.

......

"Teacher Kurusu Akatsuki."

"Teacher Kurusu Akatsuki?"

"Teacher Kurusu Akatsuki!"

Please analyze the different emotions represented by the three sentences here.

The dark world was torn apart by the sword-like sunlight. The sky was clear and the light was bright. Amamiya Ren was awakened from his nap by the editor. He thought he should pretend to be grumpy and blackmail her for a cup of coffee, but he thought that she had not paid him the manuscript fee, so he gave up and got out of bed to wash up.

This is a luxurious single room on the 19th floor of the express hotel located at Teikyu Building Station.

Amamiya Ren's small dark room.

He hadn't written a book in two months, and no matter who urged him, he would say he was "out of inspiration." He couldn't write a single word.

But the sections of the various magazines and websites that he had confidently asked the publishing house to help him reserve could not just remain empty, so the group of investors gleefully used the breach of contract as a weapon to scrape off a large, bloody piece of flesh from Xiangying Publishing House.

The salary of Ms. Gao Cai, the editor-in-chief of Amamiya Ren, has been deducted to the lowest level.

She was probably really desperate, and she knocked on Ren Amamiya's door the day after he returned to Tokyo, saying that she was following orders and that they had to go to the publishing house together to handle some promotional activities. Then she tricked the great writer into her hotel.

He walked in, locked the door, and looked as if he would not leave until he finished the manuscript - in fact, Gao Cai's psychological expectation was to finish 2,000 words, which would be enough to satisfy those newspapers and websites.

He analyzed the other party's intentions when they first met, but he was willing to be "cheated".

Perhaps Amamiya Ren had a change of heart, and felt that she had failed the publisher and editor, so she stayed in her hotel room and wrote a whole book in a week.

In fact, there have always been a lot of fragments written during the study tour stored in the laptop computer. All I have to do when I am locked in the small dark room is to integrate and polish them.

Gao Cai took the manuscript and fled from the hotel.

She had never expected that what was originally just a desperate attempt to urge the manuscript to be submitted would develop into such a bizarre situation.

I lived with a young writer who was three years younger than me for seven whole days.

After leaving the room, the assistant who was in charge of blocking the door looked at Gao Cai with a strange expression on his face until she got into the elevator with a red face. "Is this really the relationship?"

Gao Cai certainly thought about escaping, but the boss of the publishing house was ruthless and sent people to take turns blocking the door outside the room, making his attitude clear: "If Amamiya Ren doesn't come out, you can't come out either."

The only things that can enter and leave the room every day are plates containing food and various daily necessities.

The editor squeezed the shoulder strap of her bag. Every time they delivered supplies, they would always see some small props to avoid risks, all of which were carefully hidden by her. This was too easy to be misunderstood, right? No, maybe the big bosses didn't expect her to come out intact... After all, she was locked in the same room with a teenager for a week.

But Amamiya Ren really did nothing. Just kidding, he was addicted to games.

The thing I look forward to most every day is falling asleep at night and playing in the game room outside the Velvet Room.

I start typing as soon as I wake up.

At this moment, her prison life was finally over. Amamiya Ren went to the video game arcade next door to grab a basket of game coins, wrapped herself in a scarf, found a random arcade machine to sit down, and began to wait for the junior high school students who were finishing school to sit down.

I was in a bad mood, so I started playing Street Fighter and beat up some junior high school students.

At this time the sun was setting.

Even the crows are tired of calling.

The dining table in the Okumura family was so quiet that you could hear the faint sounds of chewing.

"Haru," Kuniwa Okumura suddenly put down his chopsticks.

"I am listening, Father."

"You are almost an adult, it's time to think about getting married."

"I do not want to get married."

"Just think of it as for the family."

"...Marrying the councillor's son?"

"Of course not, my daughter," Okumura Kuniwa thought about lighting a cigarette, but raised the lighter and put it down again, "Go and marry Amamiya Ren."

Okumura Haru's pupils trembled violently.

Her father said seriously, "First try to sleep with him. It would be best if you could have a child soon, and then..."

"I'm sorry, father," Okumura Haru suddenly stood up, covered his face and hurried downstairs.

She could hardly imagine that the man in front of her who could say such words was actually her father.

Putting her daughter on the scale to measure her value, and even happily calling friends to show off what a treasure she is and how much she should be worth. This is something she has already experienced this year.

She no longer had the childhood expectations and admiration for Okumura Kuniwa, but at this moment, the undisguised attitude of treating her completely as a tool or a commodity still left a deep trauma in Okumura Haru's heart.

Okumura Haru admits that he likes Amamiya Ren.

But it is definitely not achieved by...such despicable means and attitudes.

This would make her feel extremely disgusted.

Without any emotion, can Amamiya Ren be tied to the Okumura Group with just unconditional gifts of body and money? I am afraid there will be even more excessive and evil means in the future.

Okumura Haru felt very upset. The crows began to call outside the window again.

She pushed open the window, picked up the vase on the table and smashed it at the noisy crows on the branches.

(PS; I originally planned to finish it in four volumes. They are: Dry Weather, 17-Year-Old Ace, Tokyo Is Extremely Hot, Daytime Does Not Know the Color of Night. But the unlimited bounty has overwhelmed my memory, so I have been forced to come up with the outline of the fifth volume in the past few days. The volume is titled "And Now This Winter", and I plan to write the story after the Phantom Thieves graduate from high school. I have been busy refining the outline in the past two days, so the update has been a bit slow.)

17-year-old Ace: 173. Ryuji Sakamoto's Good Friday (5.3K)

"Oh, you are lost, right? As the saying goes, only those who have a way to go will get lost. This is proof that you are a hero..."

Amamiya Ren was standing beside Ryuji Sakamoto's desk, reciting the lines from Dark Souls 3.

Ryuji Sakamoto is writing furiously. If the challenge he faces is likened to the King of Fire, then he is probably the fire bearer who starts out penniless and has his pants stripped off and his stick stolen.

This table full of math problems is like the wandering spirits of broken swords blocking his way forward. He has to perform perfect bare-handed counter-attacks time and time again to defeat them one by one.

Wandering along the way, collecting props, weapons, and equipment, from being naked to fully armed, you will finally be able to face the power of the Fire King in the final exam five days later.

Yes, final exams. As December draws to a close, it is approaching quietly.

As the ultimate boss standing between students and the long vacation, whether or not you can defeat it determines the quality of life and level of pleasure during the entire vacation.

I heard that the spring break homework at Shujin High School is distributed according to the results of the final exam.

Amamiya Ren never does his homework because no one cares about him anyway.

Ryuji Sakamoto doesn't have the courage to do so. He is the type of person who wants to write seriously but can't.

Dislike for studying often erupts after a large accumulation of inferiority and negative feedback. Any student ranked last in the learning atmosphere of a key middle school will always have the idea and goal of "I also want to become an excellent student", fantasizing about making a big splash after a certain exam, feeling the praise from the teacher and the surprise of classmates... When Ryuji Sakamoto first entered school, he did not put in the corresponding effort, nor did he have enough money to sign up for cram school. Repeated failures and setbacks were a kind of helpless sorrow, like overwhelming snowflakes until an avalanche came.

When he fell completely behind, he could no longer find the motivation to study, and his efforts were in vain. When he faced the exercises in the textbook, he felt that they were as obscure and difficult to understand as the spells in the medieval picture books. He couldn't even read the questions, let alone solve them.

So Ryuji Sakamoto got used to the cold eyes of others and was numb to the label of a poor student. He only felt annoyed occasionally because of his mother's scolding, and then he would defend his scratched self-esteem through verbal fightback.

I thought of the woman who was still in the hospital recovering from her injuries. Multiple burns, fractures, muscle damage, a slight concussion...

He began to try to study hard again.

Ryuji Sakamoto wants to be a person that she can be proud of and introduce to her friends with a smile.

It would be difficult to achieve this by relying solely on athletic achievements. Sakamoto Ryuji was not sure how high he could go with the mediocre track and field club of Shujin High School.

So, he chose to find himself a jail term.

In the empty apartment, Amamiya Ren and Shiomi Kotone sat together, each holding textbooks of mathematics, Chinese, English, geography, social studies and other subjects. They were as solemn and dignified as prosecutors in a court, and as dignified as the Great Buddha of Paradise who judged Sun Wukong.

"You can't even solve a linear equation with two variables! Sakamoto Ryuji, do you admit your guilt?!" Amamiya Ren gathered his energy in his dantian and shouted loudly, shocking Sakamoto Ryuji so much that he shrank his head and shrugged his shoulders.

"Your English is shockingly poor," Shiomi Kotone put down her textbook with a sad face, "I'm afraid any junior high school student in Shimokitazawa will know more words than you."

"Are you belittling the average quality of compulsory education?" Amamiya Ren glanced at her. "The vocabulary of sixth graders is probably better than his."

"Sixth grade is too high, let's say fifth grade." Xijian Qinyin admitted her mistake.

"How's fourth grade?"

"Hey! You guys are going too far!" Ryuji Sakamoto covered his forehead.

"Okay, let's get back to the point. First of all, you made a grammatical mistake when using the imperative sentence..."

"Or else just continue to tease me." Sakamoto Ryuji begged for mercy.

There was a cheerful atmosphere on the table.

It's review week as well.

Kitagawa Vsuke was practicing sketching on Morgana in the base.

"Hey, you must draw me to look handsome!"

"Don't worry," Kitagawa Vsuke adjusted his anti-myopia glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I guarantee you'll be handsome. I'm a professional."

"Hahahaha, it's you as expected, FOX!"

"Hehe," Kitagawa Vsuke looked at the muscular Morgana in the canvas, and his smile became increasingly exaggerated.

A sneeze.

Naoetsu is a three-hour drive from Tokyo.

Araragi Koyomi grabbed a napkin and wiped his face, kicked open his chair, sat down and started solving the problem.

When he thought about the man going back to Naoetsu during the spring break, he felt uncomfortable all over, fearing that he would do poorly on the final exam and be criticized by his two sisters:

"Brother is so bad. Even though Amemiya-niang taught him so carefully, he still did terribly on the test. He really brought shame to the Araragi family!"

Even his parents didn't stand on his side: "Li, while you were slacking off, Amemiya-san has already outlined the key points of the review materials for you, bound them and placed them on your bedroom table. Oh, by the way, there was a cardboard box under your bed that he took away. He said it would seriously affect your studies, so it's confiscated for the time being."

He began to reminisce about the time when he would lie on his bed with his Switch playing Mario Kart right after school, play Little Yellow Pages late at night, read R-rated comics before bed, and doze off during the day.

Ever since I started sitting next to Ren Amamiya in the second year of junior high school, my life has suddenly changed.

His grades soared from "excellent in math, poor in other subjects" to "occasionally among the best in his grade."

He even took the initiative to ask his parents for extra lessons, and his weekends and holidays were all filled with cram school classes...Araragi Koyomi circled the schedule hanging on the wall.

Projects completed today: recitation of "22 Stories from the Analects of Confucius", general knowledge of Egyptian geography, three sets of special exercises in plane geometry, three sets of review questions for the second semester of the first year of high school, and recitation of notes from humanities classes.

Well, there are only special exercises left on quadratic equations with two variables and solid geometry.

Araragi Koyomi encouraged himself and sat back in his seat.

His sad reflection has naturally turned into immersive learning, and he can even reach the state where he keeps complaining in his heart and writing in his hands.

Amamiya Ren, ah Amamiya Ren, you are really causing so much harm to others!

Ding ding ding, the phone rang.

@The stray cat of Hanekawa's house: [Review questions for December 12], [Summary of the second semester final exam]

@羽川家偷猫: The final review points before the exam are all here, Araragi-kun, keep going~

She is the class monitor, a girl named Hanekawa Tsubasa. She is said to be a super monster who can compete with "Amamiya Ren" and the ultimate barrier that all students in the school cannot overcome. She is rumored to be "a learning machine rarely seen in a hundred years", "the all-knowing Hanekawa Tsubasa", and "the queen of Naoetsu under one person". She has good conduct, excellent grades, and a serious personality. She is the class monitor among class monitors.