Tokyo Trickster

Recently, Kawakami Sadae's classes were like being in prison. She had to revise the syllabus repeatedly at night to check for any mistakes. Every time she spoke, she was afraid that Amamiya Ren, who was sitting in her seat and didn't know what she was doing, would suddenly look up. This situation probably meant that she had said something wrong. Amamiya Ren never pointed out her mistakes in class, but would submit a "class report on the teaching content of the Chinese class on September X, proposing several suggestions for improvement" after class.

However, this person had no intention of sarcasm or irony. Instead, he expressed his hope for a better teaching experience with a sincere face, expressing pure respect and curiosity, which fully demonstrated the moral cultivation and cultural heritage of the involutionary superman.

It wasn't just Sadayo Kawakami. A considerable number of teachers no longer adhered to the school's rigid curriculum because of Amamiya Ren's "torture" and tried to impart more practical knowledge in class.

Please, it's really embarrassing to have students complain about the low quality of the course with a look of disappointment on their faces.

The first-year staff generally believed that it would be unforgivable for such a freak to fail to be admitted to the University of Tokyo.

The principal, who was sitting in his office, couldn't help but feel both happy and worried when he heard this. He quickly called the student union president during the lunch break and asked her to find out about Amamiya Ren's performance both inside and outside the school.

Will he be able to get into the University of Tokyo? The spherical principal thought of the "protection observation" on Amamiya Ren and sighed, wishing she wasn't such a troublesome person.

Such a student might transfer back to another school next year. How can Xiujin keep him?

When he thought of this, the principal's stomach swelled even more with worry.

The school bell rang as expected, and Ryuji Sakamoto was going to participate in the track and field club's activities.

Amamiya Ren caught Morgana sleeping on the awning outside the school gate and took it to Shibuya to attend Madarame Ikryusai's painting exhibition.

At the sunset in Cangshan 1-chome, Amamiya Ren without glasses is the most eye-catching scenery. Just walking on the street, several scouts came to him to ask if he was interested in debuting. The words that used to fool young people who had not been tortured by society were no longer effective, because Amamiya Ren always took out the business card of ATLUS agency to divert the blame.

Sure enough, sometimes it’s better to wear glasses.

There seems to be a vacuum of resources for idol trainees recently, and agencies of all sizes are trying to recruit people. Amamiya Ren is tired of being asked these questions.

Taking the train to Shibuya, in the MSN group, there were video links of various new game trailers forwarded by the Blank siblings.

He tore open the toast he had just bought, leaving only a small piece for himself, and gave the rest to Morgana, letting it hold it and chew it slowly outside the exhibition.

When they had money, the cat would eat whatever Amamiya Ren ate.

When they had no money, Amamiya Ren would eat whatever the cat ate.

this is life.

A complete set of server units for running the website, a fully renovated secret base, and hiring "Alice" to provide network security support. In addition, the website is built and maintained.

Such high expenses have completely squandered Amamiya Ren's royalties.

I'm so short of money... The thief looked at the billboard outside the exhibition hall. It would be great if he could steal the famous "Sayuri" and sell it. Amamiya Ren thought for no reason. In fact, he is not so miserable that he needs to rely on stealing to make money.

He followed the crowd into the exhibition hall. The exhibition hall was decorated in an elegant Japanese classical style. Paintings of different styles were placed in glass cabinets. Every stroke of the painting revealed an inexplicable anxiety and anger. Whether the colors were rich or dark, one could feel the strong emotions of the painter. It was like the countless bright-bladed swords hanging in the back room of a daimyo's mansion, made by different craftsmen and collected from inside and outside the city. They hysterically revealed the pain of the swordsmiths under oppression and exploitation.

The daimyo did not sit on the tatami. He stood in the crowd and greeted the reporters' cameras with a gentle smile, fully demonstrating the elegance of a celebrity.

But Amamiya Ren only felt a strong sense of hypocrisy and absurdity from it.

"Mr. Amamiya, you actually came," Kitagawa Vsuke, who was introducing paintings to several female college students from the Art Academy, immediately left the people around him and walked quickly towards Amamiya Ren.

The girls looked over in confusion, and the anger that had just risen disappeared.

"Um, regarding the request for a painting model..."

Amamiya Ren looked at Madarame Ikryusai in the distance and suddenly revealed a wicked smile, causing the girls who were secretly watching this side to exclaim in excitement.

"If you can play this game to the end, I will agree to be your painting model."

He opened his shoulder bag and took out a game cartridge.

Kitagawa Vsuke naturally agreed readily. He took the cassette handed over by Amamiya Ren, which contained "Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice".

Kitagawa Vsuke nodded repeatedly, "You want to play a game, right? I get it, I will definitely pass it."

Amamiya Ren added, "When you encounter the enemy called 'adoptive father' by the players in the game, remember to memorize all the relevant plots about him. If you do that, I will promise to be your painting model again."

After saying that, he waved goodbye and walked around the gallery on his own, admiring paintings of different styles.

......

Kitagawa Vsuke's excitement continued until he returned home with the game cartridge given by Amamiya Ren.

He paced back and forth in the simple bedroom, looking at the old TV and the game cartridge in his hand, and fell into silence.

I see, I don't have a game console.

Kitagawa Vsuke suddenly realized, he clapped his hands vigorously, and rushed out of the room, "Mr. Madarame! Please lend me 3 clothes!"

(There are 2~3 chapters left)

Dry weather: 059. Ode to the Humble House

It's another peaceful and beautiful day on campus.

The best and strongest villain is arresting the Super Saiyan who is following him in the courtyard.

Ryuji Sakamoto's hairstyle today......

It really looked like the golden triangle in Dragon Ball. He was probably on duty cleaning the swimming pool, and his body was soaked with water, with a tuft of wet yellow hair sticking straight up to the sky.

Amamiya Ren couldn't bear to look at it. "What are you doing here today?"

Sakamoto Ryuji grinned and pulled out six baseball stadium vouchers. "I won these yesterday in a running event organized by the seniors in the club."

"I'm busy," he said, looking over at the yellow-haired boy with his hands in his pockets, "I'm going home to play games today."

"Huh? What game?!" Sakamoto Ryuji slapped his chest vigorously, "The girlfriend of the secretary of the game club is a senior of the track and field club. I can help you find a powerful person to teach you how to play."

"Apex."

"That's perfect. In the senior's club..."

"I'm hunting."

Ryuji Sakamoto has lost his ability to speak. Of course, he has come into contact with APEX, a phenomenal Japanese video game, and is even one of its avid fans.

I have been a veteran player for more than a thousand hours, and my highest rank is only Diamond 12 in Season 3.

Hunting, a terrifying rank that requires a total score ranking in the top 750 in the world to achieve, is simply a mythical existence for high school students, and is usually only seen in YouTube videos or live broadcasts.

"Are you kidding?" Ryuji Sakamoto asked timidly.

Amamiya Lian expressionlessly took out her phone and clicked on the latest tweet:

【Kurisu Akatsuki:

I went to school today and lost the hunting ranking. APEX season designer, you will not have a good death #roar#

(Picture ①: Has been promoted to hunting No.743)

(Picture ②: Downgraded to Master**

point)】

The tweet was filled with words of comfort and exclamation marks.

Sakamoto Ryuji stepped back suddenly, "Are you Kurusu Akatsuki?!"

The world-weary heart writes the postscript of the eagle's successor

Amamiya Ren almost dropped her phone, "You only know this now?!"

"No one in the school knows!" Sakamoto Ryuji shouted, "They all thought you were just a light novel writer. If they knew you were Kurusu Akatsuki, they would have already..."

"Kurisu Akatsuki?" "Kurisu Akatsuki is Amemiya?"

"Wow! It's really true! I remember that I thought he looked very similar during the last live broadcast... He is even more handsome in person than on the screen!"

This was probably the first time that the students of Shujin High School dared to look directly at Amamiya Ren after he took off his glasses.

Murderer? What murderer? Screw it. If you say that a talented novelist who is so handsome and well-paid is a violent person, I will be the first to use violence against you. Even if...even if he is really, then come and use violence against me! This is what the girls think.

I am better than Kurusu Akatsuki! I am better than Liesha! This is what the boys think. I must find a way to let Liesha take me to the top.

Surrounded by the crowd, Amamiya Ren looked as pale as death as public opinion suddenly reversed.

Thank you all for your love, so can you let me leave the school first?

He decided to start wearing glasses tomorrow.

If I don’t wear glasses, I’m afraid I won’t be able to go to school normally.

......

Kitagawa Vsuke went shopping in all the malls, and after buying the wrong consoles twice in a row, he finally returned to his shabby house with an outdated version of PS5.

At this moment, he was sitting on the white tatami.

Watching an old TV.

Then I looked down at the PS5 in front of the TV.

There was silence.

The data cable cannot be plugged in. He thought silently. What should I do?

Kitagawa Vsuke looked at the old ANT input interface on the cabinet.

A few seconds later, he stood up holding the PS5, opened the door and walked to the street under the blank gaze of Madarame Ikryusai.

Madarame, who was chewing a seaweed rice bowl, put down his bowl and chopsticks, threw off the hem of his kimono and followed.

Kitagawa Vsuke ran to the 24-hour convenience store next door and asked if he could borrow the TV for free...

"V-jie!" Madarame Ichiryusai blew his beard and glared, "Go home quickly and don't embarrass yourself here!"

"I'm sorry, Madarame-sensei, this..."

"Isn't it just a new TV? I'll buy it for you! Hurry back!"

"Thank you very much!"

Kitagawa Vsuke bowed deeply.

Madarame Ichiryusai pulled out a bulging gold-threaded crocodile leather wallet from the pocket of his washed-out kimono, which was filled with brand new 10,000-yuan bills.

After returning to the studio, Kitagawa Vsuke nodded slightly at the word "Kiyomasa" on the wall, then sat down at the drawing board and began today's sketching practice.

The autumn wind was blowing, lifting the corner of a piece of calligraphy in the thatched cottage. On it was written "Praise of the Humble Dwelling" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty of China in neat and majestic Chinese characters.

After a lot of hard work, Amamiya Ren finally broke free from the siege of her fans.

He rushed into the station, rushed into the tram, rushed out of the tram, and ran for his life on the streets of Shibuya. Pedestrians did not show any expressions of blame or disgust, but instead curiously looked for cameras that might be following Amamiya Ren. They thought it was a film crew using borrowed scenery to shoot.

Amamiya Ren slowed down her pace and confirmed again and again that there was no ace freshman from the track and field club following her before she breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat down on a bench in the park on the corner with a normal expression, took out his mobile phone and started playing "Granblue Files".

060. Street Magician Meets Tearful Girl

At some point, a girl with black hair came into the park. She was probably a high school student. She looked sweet and cute, with several boxes of cards in her pockets. She set up a table and chairs by the bushes.

"Want to play Yu-Gi-Oh?" she asked the only other visitor in the park.

"I didn't bring a deck."

"What deck are you best at?"

"Pendulum magician."

"Come and see if this box is exactly the same as your deck." The girl opened a plastic card box, put it on the table, and motioned for Amamiya Ren to flip through it at will.

"How can they be exactly the same? I picked every card from various decks..." Amamiya Ren sat opposite her, flipping through the deck, her voice getting lower and lower.

There are only two people in his life who can make him obey him from beginning to end.

One is Wo Yan Izu Lake. Although I will soon be immune to her.

One is Haruhi Suzumiya. It's better to stay away from this one.

This should be the third one right now.

"May I ask your name?" Amamiya Lian clasped her fists respectfully.

"Kinomoto Sakura."

"Never heard of it."

"Your name is Amamiya Ren."

"It was expected."

Ms. Sakura Kinomoto opened a leather pocket and poured out 22 major "Arcana" and 56 minor "Arcana", a total of 78 cartoon-style tarot cards.

"Want a divination?"

Amamiya Ren's breathing hitched, "Can we play Yu-Gi-Oh first?"