Tokyo Trickster

Punishment is a reward, and reward is also a reward.

Amamiya Ren silently suppressed the throbbing of her adolescent body.

Work is important. He opened a Word document and took a break from his busy schedule to start writing a book.

It was not until noon that Ryuji Sakamoto, who had a very poor sleep quality, was awakened by the Internet cafe waiter. He then walked to Shibuya Station in a daze and called Amamiya Ren.

"Amamiya, are you out?"

"It's noon now," the Phantom Thief was working, enjoying the food fed by Lavenda.

The secretary made tempura and some simple sushi today, dipped them in the sauce and carefully put them into Amamiya Ren's mouth, trying not to disturb his creation as much as possible.

The girl was very considerate and sensible. She never cast her curious eyes towards the computer screen from beginning to end.

Ongoing writing and reading are both very personal matters. The gaze or prying of others is like a sharp knife at the throat. It is difficult to bring any "joy of sharing", only strong discomfort and disgust.

Lavenda just looked at Amamiya Ren's profile gently and quietly.

Until his contractor stopped moving, he turned an inspiration into reality and reveled in his self-satisfaction. The girl spoke at this time. "Mr. Amamiya, today's schedule is to 'help Sakamoto Ryuji find a suitable residence' and 'complete the transaction with Dr. Takemi Tadashi'."

"Thank you," Amemiya Lian touched her head. Her long, bright silver hair was combed meticulously, and it felt like silk, light as a feather and soft as water.

Lavenda rubbed Amamiya Ren's palm with great enjoyment, closed her eyes, and felt this pure love without any mixture of lust.

She wanted to rush up to him and dive into his arms to act like a spoiled child, but in the end she tried hard to restrain herself, "Mr. Amamiya, please be careful when you go out."

The two of them came to the entrance, and Lavenda stood on tiptoe to straighten his collar.

"I'm going out," Amamiya Ren pushed open the door.

The tenant of the Velvet Room stood there prettily, smiling happily and joyfully, "I'm glad to see you (a common prayer for safety in Japanese families)."

......

Every morning, Sakura Motojiro would prepare breakfast, cover it with plastic wrap and put it in an incubator, and then change clothes and wash up in the cold room.

He would ride his bike to the nearby vegetable market to buy affordable ingredients, put them in a plastic basket, and take it back to LeBron near his home, unlock the store door, carefully clean the floor, counter and dining table, and boil a pot of hot water in the kitchen.

At this time, when the sun first rose, it did not bring up a cloud of fire, but was surrounded by a light rose-colored glow.

Mr. Sakura turned over the wooden sign hanging on the door of LeBlanc's store, which read "Open".

The coffee shop business is very quiet, sometimes there are only a few customers all day.

At least, the first customer today gave him a pleasant surprise.

Amemiya Ren, who hadn't been in touch for a long time, pushed the door open and walked in, bowed politely, and said, "Sorry to bother you."

Sakura Motojiro was grinding coffee beans. "Amamiya, it's rare to see you here. Is there anything?"

He has been paying attention to Amamiya Ren's life and studies.

He was very surprised. He never thought that this boy with a criminal record could be so outstanding.

He is the top student in the grade with almost perfect scores in all subjects, a best-selling author, and recently made his debut as a star, even appearing on "Moonlit Night".

Sakura was surprised to see Amamiya Ren while watching TV at home.

"First of all, I want to thank Mr. Sakura for his help," Amamiya Ren scratched his head awkwardly. During this period, Sakura Motojiro had been running to the Metropolitan Police Department quite often, and had been busy filling out observation records about him.

"This is my duty as a guardian," Sakura Motojiro said, happy to see the boy from Naoetsu shine in Tokyo, and his tone softened.

"I'm here this time because I want to trouble you with something," Amamiya Ren walked into the corner of the coffee shop very familiarly, took out a rag, dipped it in water, and wiped the dining table opposite the counter.

Sakura Motojiro made a cup of classic American coffee and placed it on a plate. "Would you like to try it?"

Amamiya Ren took the rag back to the bathroom, washed her hands, and sat on the high chair next to the counter. "Thank you very much."

The aroma of coffee beans permeates the steam. In the afternoon, sit in the Catherine-style shop and enjoy a quiet leisure time.

Amamiya Ren likes LeBron's atmosphere very much.

"American coffee" (Italian: Caffè Americano, English: Americano). It is usually made by adding hot water to espresso, or by using an espresso machine. After the espresso is extracted, the machine continues to supply water to make a complete cup of coffee.

It usually has a lighter taste and is a drink that is almost like tea. Its not-so-strong bitterness reveals its "purity and truth" without any sugar or milk.

Seeing that the atmosphere and timing were right, he described Sakamoto Ryuji's family problems to Sakura Monojiro.

"Is that so? It's a serious conflict," the coffee shop owner resonated strongly with this.

Mr. Sakura said, "The upper floor of LeBron's is a storage loft. If your classmate still can't go home today, let him stay here."

Dry weather: 074. Takemiya's steel wool (4.2K)

Sakamoto Ryuji sat upright, with a plate of hot beef tongue curry in front of him. This was given to him for free by Sakura Jiawei out of pity.

Across the table, Amamiya Ren was devouring two plates of beef sandwiches.

"It's the weekend today," the thief wiped his mouth, "Have you finished your homework?"

Sakamoto Ryuji's expression froze, "You run away from home and still have to do homework?!"

"You're arguing with your family, not with the principal."

"......" Ryuji Sakamoto silently put his schoolbag beside him and took out his math textbook.

He's going back to school tomorrow and he hasn't said a word.

The pen rustled on the white paper. Sakamoto Ryuji suddenly looked up at Amamiya Ren who was refilling her coffee across from him, "Why aren't you doing your homework?"

"I used to finish it during class," Amamiya Ren said, mixing milk with sugar cubes in a ceramic cup, "but after the midterm exam, I don't need to do homework anymore."

The stubborn Ryuji Sakamoto still didn't understand what it meant.

The thief laughed sinisterly. "Teachers don't like to mark an assignment that is guaranteed to be correct, but the way it is described is very different from the reference answer. It is tantamount to forcing their heads to think extra when they are busy and tired."

"Hey, this is a bit too foul!"

“This is the bonus of hard work.”

"Damn it!" Sakamoto Ryuji threw away his pen without hesitation and started to eat the curry rice on the plate. He gave up thinking and chose to satisfy his appetite first.

Amamiya Ren went to play with Sakura Jiawei Shanji and ordered another iced mocha. The base is brewed in a mocha pot, and the production process is as follows: put ice cubes in a glass, add fresh milk to 60% full, and then add a little fructose and stir evenly. Take another cup, pour coffee in, add a little chocolate sauce and stir evenly. Pour the coffee into the glass, add fresh cream on top. Sprinkle with chocolate cookie crumbs, and then insert chocolate chips and chocolate cookies diagonally on the edge of the cup.

While the dessert is the main component, it also retains a bit of the bitter and mellow aroma of coffee, and adds milk as a seasoning to bring a soft taste.

Lavenda likes sweet or cold food very much. In fact, she has no preference in food. It's just because Amamiya Ren likes it, so she tries hard to like it.

"Remember to behave yourself, bad boy," Amamiya Ren patted Sakamoto Ryuji's shoulder, "You will be driven away if you are too naughty."

"I'm not a delinquent, you bastard!" Sakamoto Ryuji looked at this "the devil who is the most supreme, the strongest, the most benevolent, and the only delinquent in the school" and yelled in a cowardly manner.

"Okay, it's a good thing for a bad student who claims he is not a bad student to admit his mistakes and correct them."

In fact, at Shujin High School, students all regard Sakamoto Ryuji as the "first general" under the "king". If a faction is established, he will be the left shoulder and right arm.

If Amamiya Ren must be called a bad student, Sakamoto Ryuji must also be labeled accordingly.

Sakura Jiawei wiped the cleaned moka pot in his pocket and looked at the boy who was keeping accounts, "2000 揖涂梢粤恕!

"Four cups of coffee, a portion of curry, a portion of toast, and two beef sandwiches, only two thousand yuan." Amamiya Ren paid according to the price on the menu.

The store manager scratched the back of his head helplessly, "Young people are really stubborn."

"Adults really like to show off," Amamiya Lian took out a 5000 lottery ticket and put it on the counter. "A coffee shop in a place like this is already a loss-making business. There's no need to offer special discounts."

"So you are the child," Sakura Jiawei gave him the change, "seeing your current performance, it makes people feel relieved."

The man with a dangerous hairline looked at Amamiya Ren gently and said, "Besides your career, you also need to learn how to live, Amamiya."

"I understand, I understand," Amamiya Ren seemed helpless. He nodded repeatedly in agreement and slipped away from LeBron as if escaping.

I was a little shy to accept other people's straightforward kindness. Oh, what a nice boy, why did I think he was such a terrible trouble? Sakura Jiawei couldn't help but feel happy when he saw Pang Lalian hurriedly leaving.

If it's this guy, he should be able to make Futaba... Oops! The store manager slapped his forehead, he forgot to ask for Futaba's autograph.

My daughter has been obsessed with chasing stars lately, and the target happens to be this talented boy.

I wanted to try to make them friends. Oh, Amamiya Ren is one year older than Futaba, so she should be her "brother"? I hope I can help Futaba become more cheerful...

Well, there's still a lot of time anyway. Sakura Jiawei Sand Patrol Food Deleted the broken card pot on the counter. He looked at Sakamoto Ryuji, "Boy, the broom and mop are in the bathroom, go clean the attic yourself."

"Yes!" Ryuji Sakamoto's math homework was left on the table and he hadn't started writing for a long time.

A little further away at the Sakura family, a genius hacker girl was typing frantically on the keyboard, fighting against the "Amamiya Ren anti-fans" who had inexplicably sprung up like mushrooms after a rain on the Internet. At the same time, she did not forget to operate the surveillance camera in LeBron to take screenshots of Amamiya Ren at a high frequency.

"That guy Monojiro actually forgot to ask for my autograph again!" Sakura Futaba puffed her cheeks and tapped her fingers quickly on the keyboard.

Ever since Amamiya Ren removed most of the cameras along the street last time, her control over the neighborhood outside her home was limited to the stores of her guardian.

"Forget it!" She thought, let's help the boss optimize the front-end code of the website first. This is a long-term meal ticket, and it can't be neglected.

The leader of the Phantom Thieves had an appointment with Dr. Takemi today.

A highly skilled health consultant is extremely important for the Phantom Thieves who are always in danger.

Plus...Amamiya Ren thought of the expensive intelligence that recorded: Dr. Takemi and her team developed a "drug that can rejuvenate people", and they arbitrarily joined the clinical treatment for experiments, causing a major accident.

It is not known whether it actually caused the patient's death.

But that drug is definitely real.

According to the description, the effects are far more powerful than an "epinephrine pen" and the side effects are extremely mild, with a short onset and long duration of action.

After delivering the iced mocha coffee to the secret base, he moved to the "Takemi Internal Medicine Hospital" across the street.

There was no one behind the counter.

A faint quarrel could be heard from the half-open door of the clinic. Apparently someone had just forced the door open and entered, apparently to cause trouble.

"We received a 'report' today. I heard that medical practice here is illegal," a steady voice said.

"Is this the instruction from the medical director?" A cold female voice came from Wu Jianmiao.

As expected of the Metropolitan Police Department, different factions are acting as lackeys for different big shots. Amamiya Ren stood by the door and eavesdropped openly.

"No matter what excuses you make, they are useless. There is no such thing as being instructed by others here," the police officer pretended to be confused. "That's called a medical income statement, right? Show me your business license and a complete set of medical records."

There was the rustling sound of boxes and cabinets being rummaged through. Wu Jianmiao slammed the thick documents on the table and said, "Please, it's all here."

"Also, there are no patients today. Officer, do you have any stubborn illness that you need me to treat?" Wu Jianmiao said, "If it is a secret illness, don't worry, it's okay to tell me. I have a lot of folk remedies that can treat male OO problems."

"Haha, I dare not see a quack who has killed people before," the police officer sneered.

"It seems like you really have something to hide," Wu Jianmiao nodded, "I hope that after you register at a large hospital, the details won't leak out to the system and be laughed at by your colleagues."

"Shut up!" The police officer tapped the medical record book in his hand, "Are you going to hinder the public security officers from enforcing the law?!"

"Ah!!!" A shrill scream suddenly broke out outside the door.

Amamiya Ren pushed open the door, showing an expression of extreme pain. He collapsed to the ground holding onto the wall, "Doctor, is there a doctor?!"

The police officer who was looking for trouble quickly stood up and asked, "What happened?"

"Um...I just fell down from the building, and now..."

The police officer hurriedly left the room, not even daring to help Amamiya Ren to the bed, fearing that she would get hurt and ruin her future in this "clinic run by a quack doctor." He stood outside the door and asked, "Do you need my help to contact an ambulance?"

"No need, the floors here are very low," said Wu Jianmiao, "The community hospital is enough to solve his problem, don't waste public resources."

"Tsk," the police officer clicked his lips, "It's great that you are willing to take the corresponding responsibilities. Remember, I spared you this time because of the patients. You won't be so lucky next time!"

Wu Jianmiao raised the medical record and shook it, "No, remember to close the door."

Creak. The clinic's security door closed.

Amamiya Ren, who was lying against the wall, had a smile on his face. He stood up, his cries of pain still mixed with realistic sobs.

Only after the police officers walked away did Amamiya Ren close her mouth leisurely, pull out a chair and sit opposite Takemiya Miao.

The young and beautiful female doctor nodded, "Thank you."

"I think you should call me captain," Amamiya Ren spread out her right hand, with a deck of neatly stacked playing cards in her palm, "Come and draw one."

Wu Jian Miao raised an eyebrow, "Magic show?"

"Are you willing to cooperate?" Amamiya Ren took off her glasses and bowed gracefully. Her dark grey pupils attracted Takemiya's attention like a whirlpool. "This is a simple welcome ceremony."

"Okay," she leaned forward in her chair, picked a random card from the other person's pile, and turned it over on the table.

Black Plum A.

Amamiya Ren reached out and slapped the "Black Plum Ace" and snapped her fingers.

The playing cards disappeared, replaced by a formal contract with strict formatting, wording, compensation arrangements, and a confidentiality agreement.

At the top of the contract it says “Psychic Thieves/Support Team/Formal Member/Employment Contract”.