Tokyo Trickster

Shinjima sighed, "I'm the organizer."

Yoshizawa Kasumi listened to them calmly, "Really? Sumire and I will join in, too."

"Senior fan club," Tomori Nao said earnestly, "My two juniors, you must understand the weight of the word 'senior'."

Sumire Yoshizawa didn't say anything. She opened her mobile phone and showed the group photo on the lock screen to several leaders of the "Kurisu Akatsuki's Senior Fan Club" for their appreciation.

The cadres' faces became uncertain.

The carriage suddenly became so quiet that only a few noises came through the gaps between the windows and doors.

Really... this person has bad intentions. Tomori Nao lamented, as expected, high returns are often accompanied by high risks.

Shinjima wanted to go back to school. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would need her sister, who was the investigator at the time, to bail her out of the detention room.

Okumura Haru clenched her fists tightly. She stared at the photo on the screen, wishing she could replace the two girls and then lean against Amamiya Ren intimately.

The car suddenly braked to a stop.

There was a cry of surprise from the front.

Everyone looked up and looked through the front window of the car.

It was a bookstore on Shibuya Central Street. Amamiya Ren, who had taken off her disguise, was "hugging" a girl "intimately", with their cheeks close together, as if they were "kissing" each other.

At least, that was the case from their perspective, and the exclamations of others further confirmed this.

Yoshizawa Kasumi, Yoshizawa Sumire, and Okumura Haru were so angry that they felt cold all over.

Click. With the sound of shutter clicks, Tomori Nao put down the camera in a huff under the angry gaze of her companions, "Um... my occupational disease is acting up, hehe?"

(PS: I will be visiting the author of "The Villain's Path to Taming the Protagonist" at his home from the 20th to the 22nd. I will try my best to update twice a day. I will continue the debt repayment mode after the trip.)

Dry weather: 110. Let Amamiya Ren be ruined (2.5K words)

"Thank you, Mr. Kurusu Akatsuki!"

"You're welcome," Amamiya Ren gave a businesslike smile, and then signed the three Chinese characters "Kurisu Akatsuki" on the title page of "The Execution of King William".

"Next." This is the staff maintaining order at the scene. The fans who got the autograph left with satisfaction.

"Teacher Kurusu Akatsuki, I..." The little girl held the book, her face flushed, and stammered, "I like you..."

"Okay, thank you for your love of "The Execution of King William," Amamiya Lian winked at her, her smile adding a little warmth, "Please support me in the future~"

"Hmm..." The girl's face became redder and redder, and the little ears hidden in her hair turned red. She tightly grasped the signed book, and suddenly stood up, her heels stomping on the ground with a thumping sound, as if she could not withstand the lethality of Amamiya Ren's smile, and ran away in a hurry.

"Next person."

The fans waiting in line are already eager to try it out and can't wait to get close to their idol.

Amemiya Ren was wearing a casual plaid shirt, slim black trousers, a dark woolen vest, and plain square-frame glasses, looking very scholarly. He turned the pages of the book, and the pen in his hand moved as fast as a dragon. Under his sharp pen strokes, the three words "Kurisu Akatsuki" had already taken shape.

Repeating mechanical work over and over again is a very exhausting task. Amamiya Ren's hands felt a little sore, so she opened the porcelain cup on the table and took a sip of the hot barley tea.

"Next." The staff member kindly handed him a pen full of ink.

A brand new, freshly unsealed copy of The Execution of King William was placed on the table.

This was the first time that Amamiya Ren saw such a new book today...probably she had just bought it in the bookstore next door.

Good fellow, let me see who is being so perfunctory... No, maybe he just forgot to bring his book? Amamiya Ren raised her head and saw Shinjima Makoto, who was pursing his lips and looking away.

"Ah, do you want an autograph too?"

"Yes, yes... yes! Please, please!" Shinjima said stumblingly. She had heard about the novels written by Amamiya Ren a long time ago. These two books were considered "household names" among young people. Unfortunately, she was entangled in trivial matters and only read them for the first time today.

Okumura Haru poked her lower back impatiently, "Please hurry up."

Shin Niijima left with the signed book, without any verbal conflict with Okumura Haru. She was in a surprisingly good mood. Was it because of Amamiya Ren's signature? She didn't understand, and suddenly she wanted to find a quiet corner to read this novel adapted from the "Komeshida Incident".

The daughter of the Okumura family sat down cautiously opposite Amamiya Ren. Her face was as rosy as a peach, her bright eyes were full of water, and her long, fluffy reddish brown hair fluttered on her shoulders like clouds. The hair on top of her head was a little messy, like a princess who had sneaked out of the palace to meet her boyfriend. She did not have the calmness of dressing up, but only the urgency and desire for love.

Amamiya Ren subconsciously moved his chair back to distance himself from Okumura Haru. He felt that this girl was troublesome. Troublesome in every sense of the word.

Okumura Haru's eyes flickered as if they could speak, and it was easy to guess what the girl was thinking. It was burning, scalding, like a ball of fire stuffed into the bottom of her heart, warm and cozy.

Amamiya Ren thought that the benefits of this gigolo job were far from proportional to the risks, so she didn't dare to accept it and could only pretend not to know, "Do you want an autograph too?"

"Yeah!" Without any sign of loss or frustration, Okumura Haru took out the novel that he had read many times and looked at Amamiya Ren with anticipation.

This feeling is too heavy... The hands of the thief are shaking. How can I deserve the love of the eldest daughter of the Okumura Group? Please let me go. It is not easy to make money by writing books. I have to get up early and work late, take time out of my busy schedule, deal with editors and publishers, serve fans, and run a personal blog.

Sister, to be honest, we are not afraid of our idol image being torn apart by unscrupulous paparazzi.

What I am afraid of is that, my junior, my more than 100 pounds of flesh and bones will be torn into pieces by your family.

In addition, Amamiya Ren likes Lavenda very much. Although her parents and relatives may not be able to accept it, her feelings are completely there... Subjectively, it is difficult for her to accept the feelings of another girl.

unless......

Okumura Haru spoke clearly, "Teacher Kurusu Akatsuki, I like you."

Amamiya Ren fell into deep thought and answered without hesitation, "Okay, this reader, thank you for your support. I hope we can make progress together in the future..."

"Okay!" Okumura Haru nodded repeatedly, "Then let's make progress together!"

She didn't know what kind of courage and thoughts she had to say these words today.

Behind her, Nao Tomori was desperately making small gestures towards her, and a reporter was taking pictures secretly a little further away.

Amamiya Ren also noticed it, but he couldn't do anything, otherwise the next day there would be news like "The famous young writer Kurusu Akatsuki and the eldest daughter of the Okumura Group had an affair..." Those guys were employees of a newspaper affiliated with the "Kochu Bunkasha". They were the most notorious paparazzi in Tokyo, and they were known to dare anyone to mess with them.

Then, we can see the Daidoji Group, one of the backers, fighting against the Okumura Group, which will cause a stir among the powerful circles in Tokyo...

He has to save himself.

So his eyes fell on the girls behind Okumura Haru.

Nao Tomori, Kasumi Yoshizawa, Sumire Yoshizawa.

"Next." The staff member did not speak, but his voice was indeed heard in the conference hall.

The other party looked at Amamiya Ren in astonishment, but was met with a pair of eyes as deep as a black hole.

Amamiya Ren calmly pointed at several reporters in the distance.

Those damn hyenas, the camera actually has a live broadcast function. This is a well-prepared conspiracy.

He didn't understand when he had offended Mr. Xiaozhong, who had sent someone to the autograph session to stake out the event. This was to drag him into the vortex of power between the chaebol and the parliament.

It was too late to use hypnosis or ask Sakura Futaba for help.

We must find a way to make some big news, some more eye-catching news... Since Mr. "Xiao Zhong" is determined to ruin his reputation, give him this opportunity.

The Yoshizawa sisters are still young and are actively training in gymnastics. They will definitely participate in major competitions in the future.

Amamiya Ren and Tomori Nao locked eyes. This guy didn't have a good reputation in school to begin with, and maybe this experience could provide her with a layer of protection.

The young reporter of the same age was equally keen on grasping the news hot spots. She shook her head slightly, indicating that the result might be good, but she did not want to be famous.

Amamiya Ren stretched out a finger, but the other party still shook his head.

Three fingers. Tomori Nao took a deep breath, looked around, and did not agree.

5 fingers.

Amamiya Ren could no longer gesture any more, he was distracted by typing on his cell phone, calling Gao Cai for help.

Nao Tomori's family is very poor, and she has to find a way to pay for her tuition on her own.

In the end, she felt that she was not at a great disadvantage, so she glared at him with gritted teeth and acquiesced.

Snapped.

Amemiya Ren slapped Nao Tomori on the face, making a crisp sound.

The girl's eyes were blurred with tears, and she stared at him stubbornly.

"Now that things have come to this, you still want to see me?"

"Is our relationship really going to end here?!" Tomori Nao wiped her tears, "Amamiya Ren, you damn scumbag!"

"Shut up!"

"You're a pervert who plays with the bodies and feelings of your fans!"

She cried hysterically and started thinking about what fancy food to eat tonight.

Reporters from Xiaozhong Culture Press approached quickly, their cameras almost pointing between the two men.

Gao Cai arrived in time and brought a large number of security guards to drive away the paparazzi.

They were ecstatic, thinking that the incident was probably true, and without saying anything harsh, they hurried back to the company to report to their boss.

There was an uproar at the scene.

"Japan's new idol and young writer Kurusu Akatsuki had an improper relationship with a female fan" and "Kurusu Akatsuki's private life is disordered" made headlines the next day.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the building, a man in a flashy pink suit held up a red wine glass and smiled smugly.

(PS: I have been running around outside all day, so there is only one chapter today)

Dry weather: 111. [Small, Medium, Large]

At the Madarame Ichiryusai manor party last week, a man in a flashy pink suit, with his short purple hair slicked back and oiled, and covered in jewels, clapped quietly.

His name is "Xiao Zhong Da".

The president of "Xiaozhong Culture Society".

The organizer of Tokyo's most notorious paparazzi team also runs a newspaper and book publishing business. It is said that he is recently transitioning to the entertainment industry, perhaps because he has set his sights on the huge red ocean market in the idol industry - struggles always go hand in hand with interests. And it just so happens that Xiaozhongda has no enemies in the entertainment industry.

The paparazzi of Xiaozhong Culture have no bottom line. They greedily dig up the dirty laundry of the powerful from all walks of life, and then hand it over to their own presidents, earning a high salary and the pleasure and comfort of trampling on the class.

There were enough and diverse negative information to restrain the powerful people who were seeking revenge. They always had disputes, which in turn became a solid protective umbrella for the small, medium and big ones. Everyone hated him to the core, but was afraid that he would die in some corner of the city.

Recently, he accepted the secret solicitation and promises from the popular congressman Shido Zhengyi, which further fueled his ambition.

Mr. Kozhongda has been trying to uncover the dark side behind Madarame Ikryusai's fame, so he is ready to agree to the other party's request at the party and start investigating the "Phantom Thieves of the Mind". During this period, he has released many reports to guide the public's thinking.

Attacking Amamiya Ren was a plan that had been made long ago.

Because the newspapers and periodicals of Xiaozhong Culture Publishing House have been constantly suppressed and excluded by the Xiangying Publishing House next door recently, the reason is that they have found a veritable cash cow.

I tried to poach people, but that failed, so I just cut down the tree and everyone “competed fairly.”

Cultural Festival, what a wonderful day.

Tokyo's human-shaped self-propelled bomb stands in front of the French window of his office, overlooking this bloated and huge city, drinking red wine and then carefully cutting the silver casing of a cigar.

Snap. The obsidian and diamond-studded lighter lit the cigar.

He reveled in his growing influence.

Not participating in politics can make the members of parliament give in.

By not building a gate, you can keep the rich away.

Puffing out white smoke rings, Mr. Xiaozhong wanted more money, wanted to step into the public spotlight and enjoy the attention of the public.

He put his hands behind his back, groped for the gold call bell on the desk and rang it gently. The respectable secretary pushed open the door and handed him a stack of newspapers respectfully like a servant.

Through an intricate network of relationships and at a considerable cost, the results that Xiaozhongda wanted have been successfully serialized in major newspapers and magazines.

"Japan's new idol, young writer Kurusu Akatsuki has an improper relationship with a female fan", "Kurusu Akatsuki's private life is disordered", "Kurusu Akatsuki has a tryst with young girls", "Kurusu Akatsuki enters and leaves a hotel with several female fans"... A large number of fabricated news successfully took advantage of Amamiya Ren's popularity to explode the Internet. Just one picture can make up dozens of vicious incidents. Hundreds of thousands of words of reports.

The tide of public opinion flows at your fingertips.

Xiaozhongda put out the cigar, just like putting out the reputation of Amamiya Ren.

He really enjoyed the joy of being able to do anything.

So I wanted to share it with others.

He looked at his secretary, "What is the internet saying about the young writer from Xiangying Society?"

Every vanity and achievement is built on the comparison of others.

The secretary respectfully opened the tablet and searched through social media.

The pretty girl was silent, without saying a word, and swiped the screen faster and faster.

Xiaozhongda frowned, but still maintained his composure and superiority, "What do the people think of that writer?"

The secretary pondered for a long time, and finally managed to utter a word.

"Feng...Feng Shuai?"