Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 600 - 598: It’s Normal for Your Face to Flush After Running

"If it's the weekend, I have something going on. How about tomorrow afternoon?"

The message changed to read, and Aozawa replied with this sentence.

Maggie's eyes darkened, suspecting that the "something" Aozawa mentioned was either a date with Ayatsuki Ayaka or fooling around with Morimoto Chiyoda.

Thinking about how they could have the entire day while she could only have an afternoon with him felt a bit unfair.

But if she postponed it to next weekend, it might be too late and things could change.

After pondering, Maggie decided to compromise a bit and replied, "Afternoon it is."

She tapped send on her phone.

A reply quickly followed, "No problem, have you eaten yet?"

The evening breeze lifted Maggie's golden hair as she held her phone, her thumbs tapping the screen, "I just ate with my mother. We had foie gras, French escargot..."

Listing every dish from dinner, she hit send, not to show off, but simply hoping to let him into her daily life.

Maggie didn't have to wait long for the read receipt.

"I'm almost done eating too."

Reading this, Maggie realized he was dining with Morimoto, yet he replied to her message first.

Maggie felt an odd sense of pride. What did Morimoto matter?

Whenever she sent a message, Aozawa replied to her first, ignoring Morimoto.

Such thoughts made Maggie secretly pleased, and she understood that this move was certainly challenging for Aozawa.

"Well then, you go ahead and eat. Let's not chat now; I need to study later."

Maggie was quite considerate, not wanting Aozawa to chat with her under Morimoto's watchful eyes, facing the pressure of being caught.

Wait a minute, something seems off with this idea...

"Okay, see you at school tomorrow."

Aozawa used Time Stop to check his phone messages, then had a Shadow Soldier bring the phone back to his bedroom, sending this message for him.

He swallowed his mouthful of rice.

The dishes on the table were almost devoured in a wolfish manner.

Aozawa picked up the chicken soup, pouring it into a bowl, using chopsticks to mix the leftover rice with it, and slurped it all down, then wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "Chiyoda, aren't you finished eating?"

Morimoto Chiyoda continued to step on him with her right foot, leisurely saying, "No rush."

There was still half a bowl left for her.

Aozawa couldn't hold back, got up directly, walked to his bedroom, stopped at the bedside table, took out sixteen bottles of oil hidden in the drawer, and carried them outside.

Morimoto Chiyoda looked at the pile in his arms, her alluring eyes like silk, "I told you not to rush."

Though she said that, after teasing for so long, she too was stirred up.

Rather than a reprimand, this sentence was more like encouraging Aozawa to continue.

"Hey."

Aozawa, grinning, walked forward, placing the oil bottles on the table, picked one up, and ducked under the table.

Morimoto Chiyoda sensed her feet being lifted by him, starting to pour oil on them.

"You keep eating, don't mind me."

He grabbed her feet with his fingers, not missing even the gaps between her toes, spreading oil all over them.

Morimoto Chiyoda could no longer maintain her leisurely dining posture as she could feel the edges of her white apron being lifted.

Those eyes were watching the ebb and flow.

"Oof."

Morimoto Chiyoda's sitting position shifted dramatically as she quickly finished the remaining half bowl.

...

The next day, morning.

The morning wind slipped in through an improperly closed window, brushing against her cheek, her long eyelashes fluttering.

Morimoto Chiyoda awoke from a deep sleep, the feeling that her body was about to unravel was no doubt a testament to last night's frenzy.

"Oof."

She exhaled a breath, satisfied yet noticing the aches in her body, the dull sensation in her chest prompted her to pat Aozawa's face lightly.

"You brat, move your head."

"Nope."

Aozawa casually replied, using her chest as a towel to rinse his face.

Then Morimoto Chiyoda unceremoniously pushed Aozawa's head aside, kicked him to the edge of the bed with her foot, got up, stretched, and walked outside.

The soreness gradually eased with each activity, her first stop was the bathroom, where she needed to wash off the Snow White Armor.

Outside the bathroom, Aozawa shouted, "Chiyoda, we're out of oil, remember to order three boxes online."

"Don't use so much."

Morimoto Chiyoda retorted, while contemplating which store to order from. Ordering this stuff from one place might make the vendor mistake them for fellow traders buying stock.

After washing her body clean, then brushing her teeth and washing her face, she headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Aozawa continued sleeping, in a blissful slumber surrounded by Morimoto Chiyoda's lingering scent.

Lost in a haze, he heard Morimoto Chiyoda's call.

"Lazy pig, get up or you'll be late."

"Alright."

Aozawa got up from the bed, yawning, entered the bathroom to shower, brushed teeth, washed his face, and headed to the living room.

Morimoto Chiyoda gave him a look, "Hurry up and get dressed."

"How can I hide this muscle of mine?"

Aozawa answered with a cheeky grin, sitting in his seat.

Morimoto Chiyoda shot him a glance and said nothing more.

She now had a bit of the demeanor of a Grand Sage, unaffected by Aozawa's charms.

Lifting her skirt was an act of defiance.

...

Brilliant High School, Kendo club.

Aozawa stepped through the entrance, and the club members hadn't started training yet, standing in formation and chanting in unison, "Good morning, president."

He paused for a moment, utilizing the Allowing Anything ability, then announced the training plan, "Run twenty laps around the school as a warm-up exercise.

We'll do sparring when you return, until eight forty.

I'll take a break first."

Using this ability was to prevent the Kendo club's morale from dropping.

After all, as the president, if he slacked off from training, other members would see his laziness and naturally feel discouraged.

But given his current physical condition, the Kendo club's training wouldn't bring any improvement, he'd rather spend extra time with Ayatsuki Ayaka.

He turned sideways, letting the members go out for a run around the school while he trailed behind them, canceling the Allowing Anything ability, yet not impacting their perception of Aozawa's laziness.

He took out his phone and quickly sent a message to Ayatsuki Ayaka, "Ayaka, where are you?"

"Here~"

A head popped out from the corner of the stairs, a tan face displaying a smile.

She had been hiding in the shadows observing the Kendo club's activities, and only emerged when she saw they had all left, "Aozawa, aren't you training today?"

"It's okay, my current physical condition is strong enough not to need training."

Aozawa replied with a smile, then stepped forward and said, "Instead of doing that kind of thing, I'd rather spend more time with you."

Ayatsuki Ayaka's smile grew brighter, handing over the thermos cup, "This is today's vegetable juice."

"Let's drink together."

Aozawa's face showed a playful smirk.

Ayatsuki Ayaka naturally understood what he meant by drinking together and lightly tapped his shoulder saying, "No way, this is the club building, what if someone sees us."

"It's alright, our Kendo club is big, they have to run twenty laps, there's plenty of time."

Aozawa took her soft hand and led her inside the Kendo club.

Outside the window, tall cinnamon trees offered views of the courtyard and glimpses of the athletic field's edges.

The activity room was laid with clean tatami mats, with the members having cleaned up the place that morning.

Aozawa closed the door behind him with a smile, "Ayaka, now you're in my trap~"

"Ah."

Ayatsuki Ayaka instinctively took a step back, realizing she'd been caught, leaning against the door with a flushed face, "Aozawa, don't mess around, this is the activity room."

"It's alright, it's a good opportunity for us to move a bit."

Aozawa moved forward with a grin, intending to taste the delicious barley bread paired with fresh strawberry jam for a better flavor.

...

As class time approached, Phoenix Academy Maggie sat in her seat, casually holding a book, pretending to revise.

But as time wore on, she grew increasingly distracted.

She quickly glanced towards the back door, seeing Aozawa walk into the classroom with a lively spirit.

Phoenix Academy Maggie withdrew her gaze but couldn't help glancing towards the front door.

Under her watchful gaze, Ayatsuki Ayaka appeared with cherry-red cheeks, seemingly having run quickly, with a bit of sweat on her forehead.

The whole person was like a clean summer peach, exuding a delicious taste.

What's going on?

Phoenix Academy Maggie's eyes flashed with confusion, not believing the two came running, saying embarrassing things along the way?

Or were they exchanging saliva?

Phoenix Academy Maggie remained puzzled.

The battle-hardened Tama Chan had already seen through reality, resting her face on her hand with a sly smile, "Ayaka, you're really bold~"

This sentence made Ayatsuki Ayaka's cheeks turn redder, stammering, "No, no, Maru, don't misunderstand, this is just from running."

"Oh, I understand, you were running."

Tama Chan deliberately elongated her tone, displaying a smile that left everything unsaid.

Not far away, Miyahara Kaoru watched this scene, silently shedding tears, surely the running caused this.

It must be the running.

She clenched her hands, comforting herself.

Inside the small classroom, emotions surged, Aozawa walked to his seat, pulled out his chair, and said, "Good morning, Maggie."

"You shouldn't need me to say, your morning went very well."

Phoenix Academy Maggie shot him a side glance, with words laced in jealous tones spilling from her lips.

Aozawa chuckled, somewhat accustomed to her occasional bursts of jealousy, steering the conversation away, "Are we going straight outside to play, or going home to change clothes first?"

"It's not like a date, just casually going out to have fun. You can wear your school uniform."

Phoenix Academy Maggie gave him a sideways look, expression hinting a bit of playful flavor, "Oh, did you really think this was a date?"

The stiff lips of a dead duck probably weren't as tough as the young lady's.

Aozawa inwardly joked, shrugging, "Alright, I made assumptions."

"I forgive you."

Phoenix Academy Maggie seemed somewhat pleased.