Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard Chapter 197 - 177 Preparing the Visit and Being Visited2

"Starbucks is so cheap, that can’t be right..." the girl in the black dress mumbled to herself.

The price of a latte at Starbucks Japan—380 yen per cup.

Considering Tokyo’s prices, it’s really not expensive.

"Miss, you said the kaiseki in Ginza was cheap when you first arrived."

Kaiseki set at Tokyo Ginza Sasahara—29999 yen.

"But it really wasn’t expensive at the ti..." the girl in the black dress muttered softly.

That’s because you hadn’t yet spent all the money your dad and brother gave you!

Hanpe felt a twinge of helplessness, shook his head again, and stepped onto the entryway, reaching out to open the door.

"Wait!"

"..."

Hanpe turned his head, the roguish air he’d cultivated in Kabuki-cho totally ineffective against this naive Yakuza young lady. "Miss, please speak."

"What about the guy I asked you to investigate?"

"Are you sure you want to know, Miss?"

"Absolutely!" The girl in the black dress stretched her legs in black stockings and placed them under the coffee table.

Hanpe took out his phone, found the photo, walked over, and handed it to the girl in the black dress, saying: "This is him."

"Hmph hmph!"

The girl in the black dress looked at the guy in the photo with great annoyance, inspecting him back and forth due to the street cara’s poor resolution.

After a long while, she muttered with her bandaged face, "He’s kinda handso."

"Please don’t!"

Hanpe quickly extended his hand to refuse, saying, "I can’t just kidnap him; he’s from the Hanamaru family."

"Who asked you to abduct him!"

The girl in the black dress exclaid excitedly, then lowered her head again, "I’m not that kind of person..."

Hanpe hadn’t actually disclosed all the information he’d found, fearing this unpredictable young lady would run out to make more trouble.

"So what does Miss want to investigate him for?"

"You’re asking irrelevant questions! Of course, it’s for revenge. The jerk actually threw a pebble at ! My leg is still swollen."

"Oh? How does Miss plan on getting revenge?"

"Getting revenge how?"

The girl in the black dress supported her cheek, pondering over it before suddenly realizing, "Seems like... I don’t know!"

So dumb.

Hanpe didn’t want to say such things about a girl, but this young lady is just that naive.

"Miss, why don’t you just stay here and play on your phone? I’ll be back by lunchti."

"Take care~"

The girl in the black dress glanced at the narrow two-ter entryway from the living room, picked up her teacup, and took a refined sip.

However, the old teacup neither contained tea nor even plain water now.

Hanpe walked out of the cramped narrow corridor of his house. The bright sumr daylight outside was blinding, making it hard to keep one’s eyes open.

He answered the call that had just co in.

"Director."

"Need money?"

"No, I don’t."

"I think you should take so anyway, not for yourself, Sakisa... spends quite a bit."

"No need," Hanpe repeated.

The other end of the line didn’t press further.

"Sakisa still doesn’t want to co back?"

"Still upset."

"That girl watched too much TV, learning all sorts of useless things and running away from ho."

"Mhm," Hanpe acknowledged briefly.

"Please take care of her and let know if she needs money."

Just as he was about to hang up, the caller suddenly asked:

"By the way! Who is the guy Sakisa is looking for?"

Hanpe pondered, "Just an ordinary high schooler, nothing notable besides looking handso."

"Handso?"

The person on the other end burst into laughter, then continued, "The reason that girl ran away might just be because she has a crush but fears her family won’t approve."

"That’s not a problem; as long as he’s not completely useless, he can just marry into our family."

This was intentionally said for Hanpe to hear, so he could relay it to the girl in the black dress.

His sister never listens to what their brother says.

"What’s that guy’s na? I’ll review him for Sakisa. If he’s excellent, that’s fine; if he’s a playboy, well... haha..."

Hanpe didn’t originally want to ntion Uesugi Sakura’s na, as his uncle had been kind to him.

But with the Young Master’s capabilities, digging up soone’s information is a piece of cake.

"Not sure about the na, but he’s called Hanamaru Yugetsu’s uncle, probably from the Hanamaru family."

ntioning the Hanamaru family would at least give the Young Master so pause.

"A descendant of the Hanamaru family?"

The person laughed lightly over the phone, "Being interested in soone from the Hanamaru family, now that’s interesting."

——————

After lunch, while taking an afternoon nap, Uesugi Sakura was unaware soone was after him.

Even if he knew, it wouldn’t matter.

He’s just one physique short of being invincible.

After all, theoretically, the Accuracy skill can slash bullets.

Of course, that’s out of the question right now.

Currently, he can’t even fully wield Miyamoto Musashi’s Skill Card, as using traditional swordsmanship is challenging in a real fight.

But these matters are irrelevant to his calm daily life, and all he wants now is to spend intimate monts with Hanabi at night or during breaks.

Has it already been several days since they’ve been this close since after the Tanabata festival?

Leaning on the table with his hand supporting his cheek,

Uesugi Sakura idly flipped through the pages.

He’d already read this book twice and had no desire to suffer through a third ti.

Forget it, ti to borrow another one from the library.

His specially monitored Line chat group had new ssages.

———Hanabi Support Club (Reborn)———

Fujiwara Azumi: "Today, the cheer squad has practice again!"

I’ve Caught Up to Kato gumi: "Yay!"

The Truly Silent Master: "That’s really quick news."

I’m Just a Scientist, Not as Powerful as Them: "The cheer squad practices daily; what’s there to be excited about?"

Burning into a Snowflake: "Of course, we know! We’re just sharing in the joy together! With Hanabi-chan around, every day is delicate and fresh!"

A chain of responses followed: "Exactly!" "Hanabi-chan banzai!"

Are these guys ever going to stop!?

Uesugi Sakura shuddered at his phone screen, feeling like he was witnessing so kind of cult.

He imdiately gave up on visiting the library and turned to head to the fifth floor of the teaching building to seek out that headache of a fan club president.

To give a demonstration of a knife throwing trick.

In the group chat.

What’s Wrong With n Being Perverts: "Who’s the warrior brave enough to take photos today since there’s practice in the afternoon?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

The chat went dead silent.

Because the previous warriors were all caught by Uesugi Sakura, their chats were ordered to be disbanded.

Secretly taking photos of female classmates is a major offense.

Even if it’s just snaps of cheer squad mbers dancing, losing credits and a 2000-word apology is mandatory.

The Discipline Committee has been quite strict lately.

Hideyoshi’s Gender is Hideyoshi: "Actually, taking photos of people dancing... is not good, especially since she’s already engaged."

Burning into a Snowflake: "What engagent? We don’t know him! Hanabi-chan belongs to everyone!"

"Absolutely." "Exactly!" "I agree!"

Support spanned two full pages.

There are still normal people, though their loyalty seed divided.

But this reborn fan club can’t stay.

Uesugi Sakura rushed to the fifth floor, first-year class seven in one breath.

As soon as he appeared at the classroom door, soone in the group sounded the alarm.

Not a Lolicon, but a Feminist: "The main target is coming for the president, the main target is coming for the president!"

"Didn’t this group just get reborn? How did the main target find us so fast!?"

"Is he secretly watching?"

"There’s a traitor! There’s a traitor!"

Uesugi Sakura turned off his phone, surveyed the classroom calmly.

Everyone looked at him in bewildernt.

Suddenly, a guy with glasses dashed out through the back door.

Think you can escape?

Standing still, Uesugi Sakura felt too lazy to chase; besides, he’d already inford the Discipline Committee while they were chatting.

The newly appointed committee mbers love catching people in the act,

and they, along with two female classmates, blocked the corridor.

The glasses-wearing president halted, nodding and bowing to the single ponytail committee mber, "Ahem... Matsuna-san..."

"No need to explain!" Matsuna-san directly revoked his right to speak, "Co to the principal’s office with !"

"Ah...? Not to the student council?"

"Harassing female classmates, first offense, internal handling; second offense, sent to the teachers."

"But the previous president... wasn’t ..."

Matsuna gave him no chance to catch his breath: "You were in the group last ti too; accomplice also counts as a second offense! This ti it’s more serious than 2000 words!"

"Now! Disband the group chat imdiately, and co with to the principal’s office." Matsuna glanced at Uesugi Sakura, who was standing not far away.

"Can’t... I not go...?" Glasses boy pleaded.

"No!"