Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 602 - 600: Aozawa’s Reception, Transformation, and Release

The inside of the Aquarium Restaurant was different from the outside, the air conditioning was always on.

But Aozawa didn't feel the slightest chill; he only felt the temperature in the air soar to a boil, like a furnace, with each word from Phoenix Academy Maggie.

What's the most awkward thing between a man and a woman?

It's when you've forgotten something that the other person remembers clearly.

Aozawa was a bit helpless, why didn't he have the ability to turn back time?

If he had, he could jump back to that day in April at this very moment to see what exactly he did back then.

In his memory, he had only done hypnosis experiments on people like Ono, and he had almost forgotten what those experiments specifically were.

He was also reminded by Frans that he had saved Phoenix Academy Maggie.

But how did he save her, did he use hypnosis? And how did he use it?

As for the details, he really couldn't remember clearly; he could only say that time had simply passed too long, especially on that day when there was the more impressive memory of the hypnosis experiment, making all other memories seem even more blurred.

It's like people can remember how tense the day of the college entrance exam was, and they can remember the questions that made them scratch their heads, but they definitely won't remember the questions whose answers they could get at a glance. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Phoenix Academy Maggie was glaring at him, not hiding the anger in her heart at all.

Aozawa was sweating profusely, the pressure was stronger than facing a whole army, "Maggie."

He cautiously called her name, probing, "I'm really sorry, I'm not that good at remembering things, not as clever and witty as you. Did something happen that day?"

To his cautious attitude of inquiry, Phoenix Academy Maggie didn't let him keep guessing but instead put on a straight face and directly stated the point that mattered to her, "Nothing much, just you holding my hand and running out into the street."

This sentence let Aozawa understand the reason for her anger, which was forgetting the anniversary of their first hand-holding.

Although he didn't understand why the first hand-holding was something worth remembering, he still nodded and took out his phone, saying, "Then I'll make a note of it."

Trying to remember such things by memory is obviously difficult.

But times are progressing, and science has long made the best choice for men, which is to use the memo function on their phones.

It's okay if he can't remember, the phone can remember for him, and remind him what day it is when the time comes.

Aozawa's action made Phoenix Academy Maggie burst into laughter, rolling her eyes and saying, "Ew, gross, why do you remember it so clearly?"

"We are friends, after all."

Aozawa answered like that, but he really wanted to complain, that using his phone to remember things is better than someone remembering it directly in their mind.

It's terrifying to remember such details across more than four months; if Aozawa wiped his back with his hand, he might wipe off sweat.

To avoid encountering such things again, he could only make a memo, noting down that the day was the first time he held hands with Phoenix Academy Maggie, and he saved Phoenix Academy Maggie in the warehouse.

As the two chatted idly, the dishes they ordered also arrived, along with complimentary toast. Under the air conditioning, the faint rising heat proved these loaves had just been baked not long ago.

Aozawa watched how Phoenix Academy Maggie did it, learned from her to spread sauce on the toast, took a bite, and the soft toast paired with the roe and avocado sauce tasted exceptionally delicious.

"Delicious, it was right to follow your choice."

"Naturally."

Phoenix Academy Maggie replied with her head held high, her inner sweetness already covering the previous anger.

Such a change in demeanor wasn't because Phoenix Academy Maggie was capricious, but because she believed that when two people are together, they should speak frankly, rather than secretly noting down the other's faults and letting them accumulate in the heart little by little.

When one can no longer bear it, it erupts dramatically.

If it really reached that point, a conflict would mean it couldn't be resolved.

Of course, some issues Phoenix Academy Maggie couldn't bring up now.

Complaining to Aozawa about dating multiple people at the same time as a friend was obviously inappropriate, and impossible.

The earlier outburst was somewhat beyond the boundaries of friendship, but as long as she pretended not to know, it still remained within the scope of friendship.

Phoenix Academy Maggie bit into the bread, glanced over at Aozawa in front of her, and a smile subtly appeared at the corners of her mouth.

At least at this moment, there's no so-called third party between him and her.

Aozawa saw her smile and also said, "Maggie, you look really nice when you smile."

The sudden compliment made Phoenix Academy Maggie squeeze the toast in her hand flat, immediately stopping eating, afraid of choking herself.

She paused for a moment, swallowed the bread, and said angrily, "So, are you saying I don't look nice when I'm not smiling?"

Aozawa was stumped by this question, not knowing how to answer.

Phoenix Academy Maggie laughed again, playfully saying, "Remember to add next time, very nice."

"More than very nice, number one in the world!"

Aozawa added this.

Even though Phoenix Academy Maggie knew that he was speaking lies to make her happy, she was happy still.

She just didn't show it, giving a light snort through her nose, expressing a bit of protest against this slick talker.

...

As lunch was coming to an end, the restaurant suddenly played a beautiful light music, waiters quickly emerged, moving the empty tables around them to reveal a spacious area.

Phoenix Academy Maggie finished her dessert, wiped her mouth with a napkin, stood up, and extended her right hand forward, "According to socialite etiquette, it's time to dance now."

"No problem."

Aozawa nodded, not taking her hand, stood up, walked around the table, then took her right hand, and suddenly pulled her into his arms.

In the rush, the unguarded girl, wrapped like a Steel Fortress, collided with Aozawa's solid chest, her breath slipping along his neck into his school uniform collar.

Aozawa's left hand naturally wrapped around her thin waist, his spread fingers pressed against her short skirt, seemingly wanting to grab hold of both sides.

The result was that he couldn't hold either side.

"Hiss!"

Phoenix Academy Maggie took a sharp breath, her soft body suddenly tensed up, her psychological defenses completely shattered, and all the expression management and thoughts she learned in the past were thrown out the window.

Almost instinctively, she pushed Aozawa away, her pale cheeks flushed like the cherry blossom wine she had drank before.

A pair of eyes seemed to be constantly turning in circles.

"You, what are you doing?!"

The young lady stammered, her heart beating wildly at a speed faster than a high-speed train, as if it were about to leap out of her chest the next moment, escaping from any restraint.

Aozawa continued to maintain an innocent expression and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to dance?

I saw on TV, everyone dances so close like this."

"Who, who said to dance that kind of shameless dance."

"Maggie, dance is an art, don't look at it with that perspective."

Seeing Aozawa's serious expression, Phoenix Academy Maggie could figure out his plan with just her toes.

He just wanted to take advantage of her.

Phoenix Academy Maggie didn't mind, but couldn't accept such a thrill; she felt like she was going to develop heart disease. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Let's dance properly, put your hand on my waist, not lower!

Follow my instructions, understand?"

Phoenix Academy Maggie placed one hand on her waist, the other nearly poking Aozawa's nose, warning him not to take advantage.

Aozawa nodded.

Phoenix Academy Maggie sighed in relief, beginning to teach him how to dance.

Along with the rhythm of the music, Aozawa was like a puppet on strings, following Phoenix Academy Maggie's movements, starting to dance.

After the dance, Phoenix Academy Maggie was somewhat surprised and said, "Aozawa, you were quite cooperative."

"Of course."

Aozawa smiled, his hand still holding tightly onto Phoenix Academy Maggie's right hand, feeling the pulse between them.

He only needed to lower his eyes to see the girl's full curves and fair neck.

Phoenix Academy Maggie sensed his gaze, her face slightly red, reluctantly pulling her hand away, saying, "Alright, let's go out for a walk."

As she spoke, she turned around, her cheeks burning.

So hot.

She stepped outside, hoping the cool air would cool down her cheeks.

...

Leaving the aquarium restaurant, they strolled around Shinjuku.

Coming to, it was already half past five in the afternoon.

Phoenix Academy Maggie had to separate from Aozawa, boarding the train to Chiyoda.

In the female-only carriage, she no longer thought about Aozawa, starting to ponder how to respond to her mother's concerns.

Should she reduce suspicion towards Aozawa?

Or continue maintaining suspicion, creating opportunities for herself?

Between the two ideas, Phoenix Academy Maggie chose the former.

She didn't want any abnormality in Aozawa's life because of her.

The relationship between her mother and Aozawa, it's best to ease.

The conflict between Morimoto Chiyoda and her mother, Phoenix Academy Maggie could only say she was helpless.

As long as her mother wanted to control the country's power, the conflict with Morimoto Chiyoda is inevitable.

Because Morimoto Chiyoda would never yield to a dictator.

Such a contradiction is something Phoenix Academy Maggie can't mediate; nor does she want to, she just hopes to ease the tension between Aozawa and her mother.

Phoenix Academy Maggie thought about words to appease her mother all the way to the Prime Minister's residence, finally coming up with a reasonable explanation, lifted her foot into the residence, and walked into the Prime Minister's office.

The Prime Minister's aide stepped forward to stop her, whispering, "Young lady, please wait a moment, the Prime Minister is still in a meeting."

"Okay."

Phoenix Academy Maggie nodded, patiently waiting outside.

After a while, the office door opened, and a person walked out angrily, ignoring Phoenix Academy Maggie waiting outside, striding away.

Phoenix Academy Maggie entered the office and asked, "Mother, what happened?"

"Nothing, just some old guards resistant to change."

Kochou shrugged.

Having been rebuffed at the Metropolitan Police Department, naturally her focus shifted to the Self-Defense Forces.

Through the United States Department of Defense, Kochou received support from the U.S. Forces Japan, preparing to initiate a major overhaul of the Self-Defense Forces, kicking out those useless guys and replacing them with young, talented individuals.

By then, even if the Metropolitan Police Department was under Morimoto Chiyoda's control, Kochou would still have the Self-Defense Forces at her disposal, unafraid of any mishaps.

"Let's not talk about him, tell me about your day's experiences."

Kochou walked towards the sofa, and the butler timely pushed in dinner.

Phoenix Academy Maggie stepped forward, ready to present the excuse she had prepared.