Tokyo Trickster

Amamiya Ren looked around with a pale face, and all her classmates looked at her with envy or indignation.

Until Shiomi Kotone sat at the table next to him which had been vacant for two whole months.

"The above is all a joke~" The new transfer student put his backpack in the drawer and playfully gestured "yeah" to the people around him.

"Amamiya and I are not engaged in any kind of relationship - hehe, thank you all for your welcome and encouragement, I will try my best to turn the lies I just told into reality!" She said with a smile, "I am just trying hard to pursue Amamiya!"

At this moment, the hatred of the first-year girls in Class D poured down on Shiomi Kotone like a whirlpool. She remained calm and confessed to Amamiya Ren beside her, "Senior! I like you!"

This form of confession has been carried out many times, overtly or covertly, in games or daily interactions, and every time, Amamiya Ren refused without hesitation or found other excuses to fool her.

But this time… “Okay, I agree.”

Amamiya Ren smiled somewhat grimly.

Xijian Qinyin's smile froze. She could clearly feel that the hostility around her suddenly became as sharp and cold as a blade.

My school life seems to be over before it even begins, she thought desperately.

The thief held her shoulders and tried to revive her.

Failed to revive. Shiomi Kotone's mind went blank. She realized that she might become famous, just like the public school next door.

You have to be careful about the risks when you go out in the future...

Maybe you don’t have to go out.

Everyone has a cell phone, and some breaking news has spread throughout Shujin High School in the short break before class.

On the second grade floor, the eldest daughter who was returning a book in the library looked down at her phone. It was her classmate who was trying to please her and was reporting big news from the lower grades.

"Um...Okumura-san?" the library manager asked timidly.

"What's wrong?" Okumura Haru's voice was gentle.

"You're about to crush the cover of the book..."

"Ah."

Okumura Haru ignored her and just looked at the content on his phone, his mind full of thoughts.

Dry weather: 120. General Sakamoto was killed first

"Well, when it comes to indeterminate equations..." The bald math teacher put down the textbook, turned around and wanted to write on the blackboard to show off his profound knowledge.

"Teacher, I have a question."

"Teacher, about this question--"

They said in unison. The math teacher was shocked and turned around to glare at him, "What's the matter?"

Seeing that it was Amamiya Ren, the middle-aged man's momentum suddenly dropped. He didn't dare to let this guy speak because his words were too sharp, so his eyes fell on his deskmate, the new transfer student.

Hey, it can’t be another super-successful student coming out of some unknown school, right?

"Then... please let this Shiomi-san speak first."

Kotone Shiomi put down the textbook full of notes in her hand, which was lent to her by Amamiya Ren. She carefully chose her words and gave an answer that made the math teacher tremble all over. This strong sense of déjà vu...the pressure of teaching in this school is really getting greater and greater.

"I think there's something wrong here." Amamiya Ren held up the draft paper and showed it to Shiomi Kotone. This was the result of the calculation based on the derivative formula she just described. "Convert ax + by = cxy to (x - a)(cy -b) = ab, and then introduce..."

How did these two people get from indefinite equations to indefinite integrals? The math teacher was sweating and trying to regain order in the class. "Well... today's class is not finished yet. Why don't you two discuss it after class?"

"So, according to Gauss's congruence theory..." Amamiya Ren stopped talking in time and pulled Shiomi Kotone, who was checking the calculations, to sit down.

"That's too much." The girl was interrupted from thinking and felt a little annoyed.

"Is your Gekkoukan Academy so introverted?" It has been a long time since Amamiya Ren met a peer who could follow his thinking. To be precise, before Shiomi Kotone, only Hanekawa Tsubasa could compete with him academically.

No, I’m not sure if this guy is the same kind of person as me. What if he just happens to be talented in math?

When it comes to mathematics, even Araragi Koyomi can occasionally come up with solutions to problems that will earn you praise.

I guess Hanekawa Tsubasa won't be able to catch up with me. Amamiya Ren thought that after mastering the Velvet Room, he could have an extra 6 to 8 hours of study time every night. Even if he had to study cooking skills all night occasionally, his efficiency would always be much higher than those ordinary people who didn't have any cheats. This is the confidence that the extra 8 hours of effective time gave me.

Tsubasa Hanekawa, who was helping her homeroom teacher sort out test papers in the library of Naoetsu Private High School, suddenly covered her mouth and looked around vigilantly. The sudden subtle malice made her feel a little uneasy.

Amamiya Ren and his new deskmate attracted everyone's attention. His Majesty the King glanced at them one by one, and immediately all the ministers gave way.

"You have such a high status in the class?" Xi Jianqinyin asked in a low voice, "They all seem to be afraid of you."

"Of course," Amamiya Ren said in a chuunibyou tone, "I am the 'king' of this school."

"Which game did you copy this sentence from?" Xi Jianqinyin blinked, "Okay, then I am the princess."

"Bah! I treat you as my prime minister, my left shoulder and my right arm, and you actually want to commit treason?!" His Majesty the King was shocked.

"What's wrong, Princess?" Xi Jianqinyin rolled up a piece of draft paper into a small stick and poked his waist, "You can't stop me from liking you."

"This is too straightforward—" Amamiya Ren pulled out a copy of "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure" from the textbook and stuffed it into her hand with some distress, "Why don't you read the comics? The JoJo series has been accumulated for six years, and it's enough for you to enjoy."

"Hmph," Xi Jianqin took the comic book away, "The lousy senior is really lousy. He just said he agreed to date me, but now he's turned his back on me."

"Okay, then I break up with you." Amamiya Ren looked sincere.

"I'm going to bite you!"

"Can we break up after biting?"

"poor!"

"I don't think we are suitable."

"Terrible!" Xijian Qinyin gritted her teeth. This was the first time in her life that she met such a terrible guy. He was obviously tempted by her and was moved by her confession, but he never agreed. He didn't distance himself from her either. It was really infuriating.

Amamiya Lian patted her head and said, "Be good, study hard and make progress every day."

"Asshole, I've already learned these lessons." The girl who claimed to be a princess bit Amamiya Ren's wrist, but with very little force, for fear of hurting him.

"Oh, that's right, you're in the second year of high school," Amamiya Ren thought with a complicated expression. He would rather see Qin Yin bite him and bleed. If things continue like this, it will sooner or later turn into a situation where he will be sentenced for bigamy.

Wait, it seems that Lavenda can't marry him. A bold and illegal idea popped into his mind, but it was quickly rejected.

It's a bit too much to have just one secretary, and adding a girl who is as good as me in every aspect...

"Amamiya!" Sakamoto Ryuji stood up as soon as the bell rang and called out to Amamiya Ren impatiently, "There's a new video game store that's opened near Inokashira. It's offering a 40% discount. Do you want to go there after school?"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because the girl sitting next to Amamiya Ren was full of murderous intent, and it seemed that she was ready to rush forward and skin him alive at any time.

Click, click, click, with the sound of crisp footsteps, Okumura Haru and Niijima Shin had a fateful meeting at the stairs of the first-year floor.

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So you are also looking for Amamiya Ren――√

The Phantom Thief at the center of the vortex stood up calmly, put away his desk, and put his arm around the shoulders of Ryuji Sakamoto who was trying to escape. "Let's go. Didn't we say we were going to the game store? What are you still doing here?"

The ace of the track and field club turned green in the face. He looked around and saw that all the girls in the class had unfriendly expressions. For a moment, it seemed that the whole world was his enemy. In fact, the jealous emotion was directed at Amamiya Ren's deskmate, but the seats overlapped too much, so Sakamoto Ryuji misunderstood.

Shiomi Kotone did not stop her, but just made a shooting gesture towards Sakamoto Ryuji.

"Amemiya, how about we just..." He tried to save himself.

Amamiya Lian smiled and blocked the man's last escape route, "I remember you mentioned before, some maid service phone number? It's a good opportunity for us to go and try it together tonight."

The sound is loud enough for the students around to hear.

Sakamoto Ryuji was desperate, "Amamiya, I have something urgent to do today, or..."

"It's my treat." The thief lowered his voice, "Cooperate."

"No, I'm scared..." Ryuji Sakamoto's legs were trembling.

"I'll take you to eat high-end cuisine tonight."

"Then what are you waiting for?! No, no, no, I mean, I have something to do and I should leave!" When he began to resist consciously, he found that Amamiya Ren had disappeared.

Just as Sakamoto Ryuji was about to chase him, two senior girls were already blocking the door, "Maid service?"

Shinjima crossed his arms and said, "As the president of the student council, I can't ignore things that are harmful to the school's morale."

Okumura Haru covered his mouth and chuckled, his eyes cold, "I heard that Sakamoto-san had experience dressing up as a maid before, maybe he has a strange hobby?"

Ryuji Sakamoto staggered two steps and fell to the ground. As a general who came to rescue the king, he blocked the fatal attack for His Majesty the King.

Dry weather: 121. Bring a woman home

The cold wind whistled in the streets, the sky was dotted with red sun, but there was no warmth at all, and the fallen leaves under the bushes gradually changed from yellow to pale. A skinny old man pushed a ramen stall through the streets of Shigenjaya. In a half-open drawer, the radio played songs from the last era, and boiling water rolled in an iron bucket. A colander scooped up a handful of noodles and poured them into a porcelain bowl.

"Okay, your buckwheat." A tall figure was reflected in the turbid pupils.

"Thank you very much." Amamiya Lian took out her chopsticks, stirred the noodles and soup, and made a simple ritual declaration of cherishing food, "Then, I'll start."

The long-unrenovated signboard of Takemi Internal Medicine Hospital swayed behind him, and the rusty screws loosened with the cold winter current, making sharp noises. A staggering boy walked out of the clinic and sat down next to Amamiya Ren.

"Ha, how does it feel to be used as a guinea pig?" The leader of the Phantom Thieves took a sip of soba noodles and then gave a full cup of miso soup to Kitagawa Vsuke beside him.

"Nausea, dizziness, weakness in the limbs." Kitagawa Vsuke drank miso soup with lingering fear, "Everything I saw at that time looked like Sayuri."

Amamiya Ren handed over a receipt sheet, "Faber-Castell's 120 colored pencils. I heard you say earlier that you didn't have enough colored pencils."

"If Dr. Takemi wants to try the medicine again next time, please be sure to come to me." Kitagawa Vsuke's tone became firm, and he felt the receipt form in his hand was heavy.

Even in Banmu's studio, he had never been so extravagant. Whenever the colored pencils became too short or uncomfortable to hold, he would replace the whole set with new ones.

"Don't worry," Amamiya Ren patted Kitagawa Vsuke's shoulder, "Do you feel energetic now?"

"Ah, it's really true..."

"This medicine is still a semi-finished product, but it may play a decisive role at a critical moment in the impression space," Amamiya Lian took out a small plastic bottle filled with compressed pills from somewhere, "but it may occasionally cause symptoms such as diarrhea and nausea."

He glanced at the old man smoking in the distance, "We are a conscientious company, and human experiments are also well-intentioned... Have you heard of Crawford Eden disease? The research and development of this drug is to solve the horror caused by it."

The last fallen leaves fell off the bare tree trunks, and Amamiya Ren had nothing to do, so she told Kitagawa Vsuke about the past of Dr. Takemi Tae.

"Boy, are you done talking?" The old man, who had waited for more than ten minutes, knocked on the iron pot with a soup spoon in dissatisfaction.

"Another bowl, please," Amamiya Ren slapped out a banknote.

The owner of the ramen stall took the money silently, then turned around and found a place to sit down and smoke.

It's time to go home from school.

In fact, Amamiya Ren left school directly after the first class in the morning and no one cared about him.

However, Ryuji Sakamoto looked a little embarrassed. He did not participate in any club activities and ran back to Lebron in dejection to work for the store manager.

After nearly a month of learning, this guy can already make pretty good coffee.

When I pushed open the door of LeBron's shop, the wind chimes made a clear sound.

"Hey, Amamiya, aren't you attending club activities today?" Mr. Sakura handed him a cup of mocha, "You ordered it, less sugar."

Amamiya Ren looked at Sakamoto Ryuji who was wiping the wooden shelves in the storage room, "By the way, how is Sakura Futaba doing lately?"

"Thanks to your help, she has become more cheerful than before." Sakura Jiawei Shangna 楸浜魅瞬春佈 "This drink is on me."

Amamiya Ren turned around suddenly, but didn't see Shiomi Kotone outside the cafe, "Then I'm very grateful."

"Manager! Can you make caramel macchiato here?" A familiar voice.

Amamiya Ren, who was drinking coffee, paused.

He lamented, how did this girl get here? The time difference is nearly nine hours.

Xijian Qinyin sat down next to him intimately, "Hey, you didn't expect it, did you?"

"I can't believe it," Amamiya Lian said with a serious expression.

"Girlfriend?" Sakura Jiawei asked.

"No." Amamiya Ren said without hesitation.

"Of course." Xijian Qinyin answered freely.

"You two are dating after all." Ryuji Sakamoto poked his head out of the cupboard.

Amamiya Ren had a blank expression on her face. "Ah, yes, that's right."

"Then I'll treat you to this cup as well, as a small gift from your guardian," Sakura Jiawei said to Amamiya Ren and winked. He took the cup of mocha on the table that she had not had time to drink yet.

A minute later, two porcelain cups were brought to the table.

Caramel Macchiato and Mocha, with a white heart-shaped pattern drawn with cream. The fatal point is that the heart is divided into two halves, left and right.

Shiomi Kotone's face flushed and she gave Amamiya Ren a sly smile.