Tokyo Trickster

Haruhi Suzumiya and her friends, who are already cosmic creatures, do not count.

[Kurisu Akira: @Tokyo ATLUS Office, please give me more advice in the future. 】

[Tokyo ATLUS Agency: @Kurisu Akatsuki, thank you very much for joining us. I believe that with your talent and appearance, you will be able to make new breakthroughs in your new career. ]

[Tokyo Shoei Publishing: @Kurisu Akatsuki, even if you debut as an idol, don’t forget your job... (Picture: A small mountain of physical copies of White Album)]

The comments below the three official interactions were full of enthusiasm and generosity, with a hint of giving advice.

Of course, there are some weird things mixed in as well.

[Missing Yuuki Riki Day 1988: Not doing my job! ]

[Full-Sister-Con Fan: Can you publish your new book before becoming an idol? 】

[Kamen Rider Yue Yukari: @Miss Yukiri Day 1988, what the hell is this nickname of yours?! ]

[Just a Y-boy: The Y-boy members of the home security team salute you! 】

[Ayashi is also looking at the moon today: Aren’t any of you working? ]

[Don't call me Detective Prince: I'm working. ]

[Tiger Wolf Pill, wait for me: So everyone is reading Qi Xiao's book? ]

【...】

【Alibaba: I think debuting is also good. 】

[Fullmetal Sister Control Director: @Alibaba, I think... forget it. 】

[Fullmetal Sister Control Chief: (withdrawn a message)]

In the back kitchen of a tofu shop somewhere in Inaba City, Japan, a stern-faced blond man pushed his sunglasses on his nose, and a girl with long copper-red hair stood closely beside him.

"Big star, what do you think?" The man was unexpectedly unhappy. "It's rare to meet an author who can write a story that I can relate to, but this guy said he wanted to be an idol halfway through writing. He really doesn't understand his own value!"

The girl leaning on his shoulder smiled slightly, "I will be returning to Tokyo in a few days. I will help you torture this 'junior' then?"

"Ha, that's great," the man laughed. "We can make him repent and concentrate on writing books."

If someone walked into this kitchen, they would be surprised at the girl's identity.

Her name is Kujikawa Rize, a super beautiful girl who reached the end of the idol industry in high school. She has retired from the entertainment industry and made a comeback, and has experienced the lowest point in her career.

Now 20-year-old Miss Kujigawa is already the hottest star in Japan. Her posters can be seen everywhere in Tokyo, whether at train stations or major shopping malls.

Her blog account "@久慈川理世" has accumulated more than 400 million fans on major social platforms.

"Speaking of which, this junior is really lucky." Kujigawa Risa flipped through the blog, "He was found by a great program on his first day of debut."

""The Moonlight Night is Young"?"

"Well, the latest sponsor to take over is the Daidoji Group, a prominent family in Tokyo."

After the three official announcements, an account with very few followers but filled with various certifications was pushed to the homepage.

【Dadaiji Group: @Kurosu Akatsuki, (reposted from Japanese TV station). 】

"This is too..." Facing the stares of the bodyguards, Amamiya Ren fell into deep thought.

This is the "Kinomoto Sakura Building" located in Kita-ku, Tokyo.

The quiet girl with long black hair sat in the main seat of the chairman's office. She crossed her hands under her chin and asked, "Are you surprised, Amamiya-san?"

"I just didn't expect that the senior sister is actually Miss Kinomoto's best friend."

"Now you know," the daughter of the Daidoji Group said with a smile, "Sakura has arrived in Hong Kong, and she posted a group of photos on Line yesterday. I plan to leave for a trip to China this afternoon, and I have been planning for a long time. I don't manage much of the things here, so I can't provide decisive help, but it's still a piece of cake to find some connections to help you manage your reputation."

"Thank you very much," Amamiya Ren bowed deeply. This was like timely help.

"Amamiya-san, you must make good use of that extraordinary power~" Daidoji Tomoyo said with a hint of meaning.

Although she knew that they each had different ideas about "power", Amamiya Ren still nodded seriously, adhering to her new persona of a model student.

"Well, goodbye!" Tomoyo Daidoji stood up and ran out with a suitcase.

Has she always been like this? Amamiya Ren looked around with a blank look.

If the target is that Sakura Kinomoto, then it can only be said that it is true. The security guards responded with a firm look.

Was it really just a meeting and a few casual words? Was there no mission or commission? The thief pinched his chin, so what was the purpose of calling him to the North District?

What a hassle. I have to rush back to Shibuya to attend the press conference. Amamiya Ren felt a little regretful. But when he thought about the news of the animation of "Sack River Town", the fatigue of his body and mind was completely washed away by the smell of money.

He had already thought about how he would introduce himself on the show in the next few days, imitating the lines of a male idol with huge traffic in a neighboring country:

"Hello everyone, I'm Kurusu Akatsuki, a trainee idol who has been training for two and a half years..."

(The "Question about joining the Phantom Thieves" has been explained in a separate chapter in [Work Related]. Readers who have questions about this can go and have a look.)

Dry weather: 071. Golden sister control chief (4.4K words)

"Why did you send all the transcripts home..."

Ryuji Sakamoto was lying on the sofa, watching the live football match on TV, and was caught in a long self-confrontation in his heart.

【The Chinese Shaolin team's offensive was too fierce after they got the ball. Ryuji Saeki could block the opponent's shot once, twice, but he couldn't stop the opponent from always shooting.】

[Wait, it's Jie Shiyi! Jie Shiyi started charging! Beautiful! What a great counterattack, powerfully blocking this fatal ball from the goal――]

[No!!! (The host wails in pain)]

[The star from the Chinese Shaolin team used his signature "overhead hook" to turn Jie Shiyi's counterattack into his own aerial shot in a posture similar to Klose's somersault. No one could react. This was truly a spiritual and tricky shot...]

[What a shame! The Japanese national team lost to the Chinese Shaolin team by one goal. Let us give applause to the athletes who worked hard on the field...]

The athlete sitting on the sofa turned off the TV. He was already depressed when he thought about his transcripts that were below the passing line. Now seeing that the Japanese team lost again, he was so angry that he almost fainted.

In fact, there was someone else who was about to faint from anger.

"Long Si." A deep voice.

The TV volume was turned up too loud, and Ryuji Sakamoto, who was lying on the sofa, didn't notice anyone entering the room.

A woman with a lot of gray hair stood by the dining table. The corners of her long-used briefcase were torn, revealing the white cotton layer inside. In her hands were several test papers covered with marks on them, and her face was as gloomy as water.

"Ah, mom, you're back... Welcome back." In fact, the other party had already said "I'm back" for a few minutes. Sakamoto Ryuji's current reaction would only help the nervous middle-aged woman to increase her anger level more effectively.

"It seems that you don't want me to go home." The guardian of the Sakamoto family suppressed his anger.

Sakamoto Ryuji swallowed his saliva and said, "Absolutely not."

"33 points in math, 50 points in Chinese, 36 points in English... Long Si, you have been studying very hard recently. This is really the 'best result' ever. I believe you are also among the best in the entire grade," the head of the family sat on the sofa, and the yellow-haired man was so scared that he quickly got up and sat up straight.

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds.

Sakamoto Ryuji thought he would hear words of scolding.

But all he got in response was a sigh and a pair of tired eyes.

"Work hard, Ryuji. I just want to see you get into college."

As a woman with a long career, she knew better than anyone the importance of a good education in finding a job. She didn't have the energy to discipline her children, as she was exhausted just dealing with her boss's project inspections and the endless business disputes.

Shujin is a well-known key high school in Tokyo, and the annual tuition fee is quite high for this single-parent family.

Sakamoto Ryuji's Adam's apple moved. He wanted to say that he could get the qualification for university admission through track and field, but this year Ryuji was only in the second semester of the first year of high school and had never participated in any formal competitions. Even the club had been banned.

He has no way to guarantee that he is "correct".

No one can be sure that he will achieve "victory".

I'm clearly working hard, I have talent, I... Sakamoto Ryuji lowered his eyes and said nothing. He thought his future plan was mature, but it was not understood and recognized by the people closest to him, which only brought him inexplicable anger and grievance.

My brain was congested and my eyes were trembling. I couldn't say a single word of the lines and reasons I had prepared. The confidence I had gained from the words of my seniors in the club, as a track and field genius praised by countless people, was shattered by just one sentence.

Ryuji Sakamoto really wanted to grab her collar, glare at her, and yell at her to express his anger, but he couldn't do it because this woman was his only family.

In the end, in silence, Ryuji Sakamoto did not respond as if he was angry. He took the initiative to refuse to communicate with his mother.

The mother and son looked at each other in silence. Ryuji Sakamoto returned to his bedroom and closed the wooden door heavily.

Perhaps he was expecting the other party to treat him with more patience and expecting her to take the initiative to start the conversation again.

But this woman was too tired, too tired to guess what her child was thinking. She could only see the immature temper and aversion to learning.

Obviously I have grown up... Ryuji Sakamoto was lying on the bed, strong regret and dissatisfaction with himself running through his heart after he calmed down, like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. It enjoyed a brief moment of freedom, but facing the wilderness full of dangers, it began to miss the warm shed again.

An empty bookshelf caught his eye. Originally, it was filled with treasured game discs and light novels, but they had all been sold to repay the medical expenses that Amamiya Ren had paid for her.

Why is it that they can't communicate? Sakamoto Ryuji felt a little depressed. He knew that his mother was having a hard time, but all his concerns and thoughts were blocked in the moment of the conversation.

That woman always shattered the confidence and courage that Ryuji Sakamoto had spent a long time building up with just one sentence.

Ryuji Sakamoto, who dared to throw a punch at Kamoshida and venture into Madarame's maze, acted timid and embarrassed in front of her.

His life now depends entirely on this woman who is becoming increasingly thinner and heavier.

He had witnessed with his own eyes a woman's growth from youthful beauty to staggering with gray hair, and witnessed her burning like a torch in the dark valley, with the burning ashes falling off bit by bit.

It was as if he was living in her shadow, like a maggot, eating the gradually decaying parts to grow. Of course, Sakamoto Ryuji would not think of such a literary metaphor, he just felt an indescribable sense of suffocation, this not-so-spacious room seemed to be shrinking, wantonly squeezing the area where he could survive.

Boom. He punched the bed hard, as if this could relieve the feeling of powerlessness lingering in his heart.

Forget it. Anyway... I don't have anything valuable. Sakamoto Ryuji mumbled a bunch of random words, and he didn't understand what he was saying.

Tens of minutes later.

The sound of OO@@ woke up the woman who was taking a nap on the sofa.

She screamed in fear and anger, "Ryuji! Where are you going?!"

"It's none of your business, just have a good rest," the boy's pupils seemed to be filled with a ball of fire, and he walked out of the room carrying his suitcase.

I just feel refreshed and relaxed both physically and mentally.

......

Late at night, after finishing rehearsal of the show, Amamiya Ren saw Sakamoto Ryuji suddenly getting down from his seat in front of him outside Shibuya Station on his way home.

Amamiya Ren was so frightened that her pupils trembled violently.

"Um...Amamiya-san, although it's extremely rude, please help me!"

"Hey, what's going on?" He almost called out Orion.

"Ah--" Huang Mao held his head in embarrassment, "I accidentally got into a fight with my family and ran away from home."

"Then go back and apologize!" Amamiya Ren's face turned pale. His family couldn't entertain other people. Lavenda might be making final preparations before baking the dessert.

Sakamoto Ryuji lowered his eyebrows and smiled, "If I could go back, I would have gone back a long time ago."

Should we throw this guy into a secret base to spend the night? Amamiya Ren fell into deep thought.

People coming and going outside the station all avoided the two people who were talking for fear of trouble.

The Coser hired by the model shop saw such a strange scene at the station opposite as soon as he got off work. He immediately quickened his pace and didn't dare to take another look.

"Have you eaten?" Amamiya Ren suddenly thought of a bad idea.

"Not yet..." Sakamoto Ryuji emptied his waist bag and only had two thousand dollars left.

"Come on, come on, I'll take you to eat the newly opened Sumo Wrestler Katsudon nearby," the new city idol said proudly, offering to treat him.

He was also very hungry. The work on the set was very tight and he didn't have much time to eat.

The hungry king and his top general took to the streets of Shibuya.

at the same time.

Inaba City is approximately three hours away from Tokyo by train.

A handsome man with silver-gray eyes stood in the dim street.

With a stern expression and the samurai sword in his hand unsheathed, his temperament immediately rose from the ace gigolo in the nightclub to a man as rugged and sharp as the blade in his hand, which could kill anyone who touched him.

The only flaw is probably the short bright golden hair which is quite out of place.

The person who had caused this strange hair color was lying at his feet, struggling hysterically.

"This is a strange story born in a beauty salon," the man announced its fate with compassion, "You must pay the price for the innocent people you persecuted."

The true appearance of the freak is a "woman" with stitches all over her body, cube-shaped bumps on her abdomen, and pits on her face.

"She" struggled with all her might, not for survival, but to touch the man's face.

The pale hand, like a corpse, stretched the bones and flesh, and with the sound of tearing silk, it slowly reached towards the sun in her eyes.