Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 540 - 538: The Eldest Miss Panics
With Maggie’s intelligence, she could naturally hear that the child Morimoto Chiyoda was talking about was Aozawa.
A girlfriend of the same age is most likely Ayatsuki Ayaka.
Aozawa and Ayatsuki Ayaka went out overnight and established their relationship, doesn’t that mean they’ve already done that kind of thing?
After Morimoto Chiyoda, Ayatsuki Ayaka became the second person to have her taste of the forbidden fruit.
If one could use the excuse of being together for a long time and being irresistible for the former, then as for the latter...
Phoenix Academy Maggie felt like buying discounted items at a supermarket, first come, first served.
How could this happen?
The thought flashed across Phoenix Academy Maggie’s mind, and she carefully put her coffee back on the table to avoid spilling it on herself.
The calm facade on her cheeks could not hide the storm in her heart.
She had long suspected that with Ayatsuki Ayaka’s personality, it would be hard for her to hold on, but she hadn’t expected her to fall so quickly.
At this moment, her mood was similar to the British and American leaders during World War II when they heard of France’s surrender.
Does Ayatsuki Ayaka have no sense of a girl’s modesty?
Phoenix Academy Maggie felt her brain buzzing, countless thoughts popping up like mushrooms after rain, only to be immediately suppressed.
Morimoto Chiyoda telling her these things was obviously not out of goodwill, probably harboring malicious intentions, trying to throw her off balance.
Ha, this also indirectly shows that Ayatsuki Ayaka’s matter was equally a shock to Morimoto Chiyoda; it’s just that she’s better at enduring it.
Such a vile character.
Phoenix Academy Maggie let out a deep breath.
She needed to stay calm; at a time like this, she couldn’t let herself be thrown off balance.
Having a relationship doesn’t count as anything major.
In this day and age, there are countless examples online of breaking up even after getting involved romantically.
Just a search could give her more than she could read in a day.
No problem, she still had a good chance of winning.
This self-consolation gradually restored Phoenix Academy Maggie’s composure. She took out her phone, unlocked it, intending to message Aozawa.
But after opening the chat interface, she paused, wondering if it was the right time to message Aozawa.
Was he available?
Phoenix Academy Maggie imagined the two of them being entwined and quickly shook her head to dispel the absurd image.
At this hour, they shouldn’t still be asleep.
But right now, sending a message indeed seemed inappropriate.
She found herself deep in thought.
Miwa Kazuki walked in with a blueberry cake and placed it on the table.
Phoenix Academy Maggie picked up a piece of blueberry cake with her right hand and brought it to her vibrant red lips for a bite.
As she slowly savored the soft cake mixed with the sweet and sour blueberries, she switched to Nomura True Wave’s chat interface.
She intended to tell him about Aozawa and Ayatsuki Ayaka to see if Makoto had any good ideas.
Phoenix Academy Maggie’s brain wasn’t much use at the moment, and she needed to seek external help.
...
The bright sunshine fell outside the window.
Inside the girl’s bedroom, the first big clean-up since the summer vacation was underway.
Apart from the owner of the bedroom, there was also a boy with glasses helping out, "Why do I have to help you with the cleaning?"
Furusawa Kyoichiro complained about Nomura True Wave’s behavior.
Who knows, staying home to relax but suddenly being dragged out by his childhood friend to clean her house was a tough spot for the childhood friend.
"No choice."
Nomura True Wave used this almost universal excuse, originally not planning to clean today, all thanks to her mother barging into her room, sharply criticizing the mess, "Are you really a girl?"
At this point, Nomura True Wave could still shrug it off; after all, it wasn’t the first time she was lectured.
Her one-step cleaning method was hard for the older generation to accept.
The critical point was when her mom added, "Whatever, since you have Kyoichiro."
What’s with this mother-in-law tone, already regarding Furusawa Kyoichiro as a son-in-law?
Nomura True Wave was mentally ranting; she hadn’t thought of doing that kind of thing with Furusawa Kyoichiro. They were just ordinary childhood friends.
Why did everyone assume her future was tied to Furusawa Kyoichiro on their own?
Thinking it over, Nomura True Wave concluded it was all Furusawa Kyoichiro’s fault, so it was only natural to call him over for help.
"What no choice? You should clean your own room."
As Furusawa Kyoichiro spoke, he found a pair of slightly black stockings under the desk and reached for them.
It wasn’t clear how long they’d been there, but they had a distinct sweaty smell.
"I told you many times not to carelessly take off your stockings. This pair must have been here for weeks."
"Are you a pervert? Sniffing a girl’s stockings."
Nomura True Wave yelled.
Furusawa Kyoichiro responded with disdain, "It’s not like I have to sniff them; just holding them, that smell drifts over."
Nomura True Wave blushed, quickly snatched the stockings from his hand, shoved them into a box, then shouted, "You don’t need to handle these kind of personal clothes; just clean up the trash."
Furusawa Kyoichiro sighed; living too close could be troublesome at times.
Ding ding, suddenly the phone on the desk lit up.
Nomura True Wave quickly dashed to unlock it, seeing it was a message from Maggie.
"Makoto, Ayatsuki Ayaka and Aozawa have established their relationship, what should I do?"
What an explosive topic!
Nomura Makoto’s eyes widened. She never expected Ayatsuki Ayaka to actually agree to such an outrageous request. It can only be said that the world is vast and full of all sorts of unusual people.
Wait, how did the young lady know about these things?
Nomura Makoto quickly sent a message to inquire.
"You should help with the cleaning too."
Furusawa Kyoichiro teased from the side.
Nomura Makoto replied directly, "Don’t rush, I’m in the middle of discussing a major life decision with the young lady. You go ahead and clean up first."
After saying this, a message came back, "It was all told to me by Morimoto Chiyoda. That woman is deliberately provoking!"
Seeing this message, Nomura Makoto remembered that Morimoto Chiyoda is now the Minister of State of the Public Security Commission.
Kochou is the Prime Minister.
The young lady now lives at the official residence every day and studying at the executive mansion, it’s normal to run into Morimoto Chiyoda.
Nomura Makoto sent a message, "So, are you planning to give up on Aozawa, or do you want to take him back with full force?"
"Take him back."
The response came as soon as the message was read, enough to prove the young lady’s determination.
Even though, in Nomura Makoto’s eyes, such determination is difficult to achieve.
To be honest, the situation had developed to a point that completely surpassed Nomura Makoto’s previous matchmaking experience.
Like allowing someone to have one foot in multiple boats.
Ayatsuki Ayaka and Morimoto Chiyoda both agreed, making it even more difficult to manipulate.
Because their agreement, to some extent, fuels Aozawa’s ambition, but one can’t say there’s no hope at all.
Nomura Makoto sighed. She was very puzzled. Aozawa, on the surface, didn’t seem like such a playboy. Why was he so ambitious?
A flicker of doubt crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it, saying, "In that case, why not use Kyoichiro’s birthday party to let you meet him more and create more opportunities to interact?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
After sending the message, Nomura Makoto turned her head and said, "Kyoichiro, August 23 is your birthday, right?"
"Uh, I think so."
Furusawa Kyoichiro wasn’t sure either; he never really cared much about his own birthday, so he didn’t specifically remember which day it was.
"It’s that day."
Nomura Makoto rolled her eyes and said seriously, "We’ll have a birthday party that day, inviting the young lady, Little Sayuri, Aozawa, Hojo, and the others over."
"I’m not that familiar with Aozawa or Hojo, and I’m even less familiar with Little Sayuri and the young lady. Why invite them?"
Furusawa Kyoichiro instinctively shook his head, not wanting to throw a birthday party at all.
He had never had one before.
Nomura Makoto sighed and asked, "Do you have any friends you’re close with?"
This question left Furusawa Kyoichiro stunned on the spot. He thought for a long time before he stammered, "Does Peter count?"
His words were met with a gaze from Nomura Makoto like she was watching a tragic Hamlet play.
Furusawa Kyoichiro felt awkward and didn’t know what to say.
Due to his serious nature, he didn’t have friends in the baseball club either.
It was only because of his exceptional skills that he was able to lead the baseball club to enter Koshien, allowing the members to endure his high-intensity training.
This summer, they worked up a sweat to win second place, but the baseball club secretly held a celebration party behind his back.
He only learned of this through Nomura Makoto.
"Friends will only affect my pitching speed."
Furusawa Kyoichiro’s explanation made Nomura Makoto sigh again and say, "It’s settled then, invite them over. I’ll find a way to notify them."
"Alright."
Furusawa Kyoichiro saw that having a birthday party was just an excuse; inviting them over was the real deal.
He wasn’t sure of Nomura Makoto’s motives nor was he curious, and he lowered his head to start dealing with the room’s garbage.
Nomura Makoto’s gaze shifted to the screen.
"It’s not urgent to say this. I’ll ask my mother at noon to see how she feels. When is Furusawa Kyoichiro’s birthday?"
"August 23rd."
Nomura Makoto sent it, and typed again, "If you have time, let me know, I’ll send you the address."
"No need, don’t you and he live next door?"
This sentence was followed by an ambiguous panda sticker.
Nomura Makoto’s mouth twitched a bit, here’s why she couldn’t stand these childhood friends.
Almost everyone had to mention it, as if something was going on between her and Furusawa Kyoichiro.
"Do you just throw your bras around too?"
Nomura Makoto exploded upon hearing this and roared, "Don’t touch my personal clothing!"
"Why are you angry, I’m just reminding you, don’t leave it under the bed."
Furusawa Kyoichiro blinked, not understanding; the style and color weren’t any different from before, so why was the reaction so big?
Thinking of this, he looked at Nomura Makoto’s fluctuating chest, as if about to tear open the neckline.
He suddenly had some understanding.
We’re not kids anymore.
"What are you looking at?!"
"No, not looking, just looking up, naturally catching your eyes."
Furusawa Kyoichiro answered, continuing to deal with the trash.
Nomura Makoto blushed and took her things away.
