Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 718 - 716: Aozawa Is Very Busy

Four morning classes flew by, and the teacher left the doorway.

The classroom of Year 2 Class C bustled with energy, different from the usual calm, as familiar students searched for lunch buddies or pulled desks together.

Maggie stuffed her textbooks into her bag and glanced around as if making a secretive deal.

She quickly took out her prepared bento, slipped it under the desk onto Aozawa's lap, and urgently said, "Here, take it."

Aozawa took the bento box from her, tempted to tease her about this act—is this what they call delivering a bento?

But seeing Maggie's expression that screamed she'd give him a hard time if he dared to comment, he shrugged and swallowed back his remark, saying, "I will definitely savor Maggie's braised pork with preserved vegetables~"

"No need to be so serious; I'm just bored and made a few extra portions."

Maggie felt her cheeks heat up; even she knew that such an excuse was flimsy, especially once that thin veneer was pierced. Claiming to accidentally make extra portions was like covering one's ears and pretending not to hear.

But if she didn't say that, Maggie felt too shy, as if she was too eager for Aozawa to enjoy her braised pork with preserved vegetables.

The thought reminded her of the time she got tackled at the door.

Stay cool, stay calm!

Maggie repeated these words in her mind.

What was usually easy to do became difficult when facing Aozawa at times.

Especially when doing things akin to what couples would do.

Her heart pounded wildly, as Nomura True Wave would say, are you a grade schooler?

Curse that grade schooler mentality; she truly felt sorry for it.

Maggie self-mockingly thought as she walked towards Nomura True Wave and the others.

Naturally, lunchtime was spent enjoying bentos with her friends in the Manga Club.

Aozawa put away his bento, and next to him, Hojo Tetsuji whispered, "Can you handle it?"

"No problem."

Aozawa answered honestly, adding, "Maggie doesn't make bento for me every day either."

"You've got it tough too."

Hojo Tetsuji said nothing more.

With Aozawa's appetite, he should be able to handle bentos from both the young lady and Shouko.

"I'm heading off."

Hojo Tetsuji also took out a bento from his drawer.

This was a bento made by Hojo Shouko.

After the trial, some things seemed unchanged, yet others had shifted.

Hojo Tetsuji became boldly open, going to the Manga Club to dine with Yoshikawa Sayuri, flaunting his affection, and then heading to the Guzheng Club for manga duties.

Thus, he had Hojo Shouko make him a bento.

As for the cute bento, Yoshikawa Sayuri liked it, and Hojo Tetsuji had no objection.

Originally, he thought to bring Aozawa's bento along too, saving him the trip to the club building each time; however, Shouko wasn't too pleased with this suggestion.

She said something about the soul of the dish being infused by the chef, and only when handed by the chef to the intended diner could the dish's soul come to life.

Those words left Hojo Tetsuji perplexed, and he dared not speak further about the soul's presence in cuisine.

Being clueless about cooking, he had no standing to speak.

...

Leaving the teaching building, the scent of osmanthus clustered around Aozawa as he made his way to the side of the club building.

From the window of the Guzheng Club, came the sounds of playful yells.

Aozawa deliberately made heavier footsteps and called out ahead, "Summer Flower, are you playing aerial acrobatics again?"

If he didn't announce his presence first, like last Friday, where he accidentally witnessed Natsuka Yanagimachi being tossed, explaining would be tricky.

In that instance, he was blackmailed for a premium milk tea and even labeled a "pervy senpai."

Clearly, it was her lack of anti-gravity skirt and still playing those high-altitude throwing games; unaware, stepping up he was bound to glimpse the scenery beneath the skirt.

But when Natsuka Yanagimachi wants to act up, she never plays fair.

He learned his lesson this time, preemptively announcing his arrival.

The noise inside stopped, and only then did he step forward for a peek inside.

Natsuka Yanagimachi's face was flushed, her eyes sparkling like stars in the sky, "Good afternoon, Aozawa-senpai.

Hehe, today you didn't get a chance to take advantage of me; do you feel disappointed?"

"I never wanted to see anything."

Aozawa retorted and joked, "You're so grown up yet still playing such childish games."

"What are you saying? I'm still young, quite little!"

"A hundred pounds of innocence, huh?"

"That's slander; I'm nowhere near a hundred pounds!"

Natsuka Yanagimachi immediately rebutted with a blushing face.

Aozawa glanced her up and down, genuinely unable to tell if she was lying.

He never really understood girls' weights.

Natsuka Yanagimachi crossed her arms over her chest and said, "Senpai, why is your gaze so sleazy?"

"This is my speechless look towards you."

Aozawa rolled his eyes, then turned to Hojo Shouko, whose neatly combed hair covered the ears, having just tossed Natsuka Yanagimachi skyward without breaking a sweat.

Now her physical fitness had surpassed that previously frail junior, and beneath that serene exterior lay muscles as strong as a Tyrannosaurus.

Yet her character and demeanor remained unchanged, as she presented a bento with gentle words, "Aozawa-senpai, today it's a fried pork cutlet and eel bento."

"Looks like I have something to look forward to eating."

Aozawa accepted the bento.

Natsuka Yanagimachi was like a restless monkey, turning and running to the table, grabbing a walnut from the plate and returning, "Shouko, you squeeze it."

"Okay."

Hojo Shouko's fair little hand gripped the walnut, squeezing it hard. The tough shell cracked immediately, and she shook it, handing the walnut kernel inside to Natsuka Yanagimachi, "Here you go."

Her face lit up with excitement, "Aozawa-senpai, did you see that? Isn't it convenient to eat walnuts like this?"

"Shouko, you shouldn't spoil her too much. If she wants to eat walnuts, let her squeeze them herself."

"Hehe, you're just jealous that Shouko squeezed the walnuts for me."

Natsuka Yanagimachi beamed as she tossed the walnut kernel into her mouth and started crunching it in front of him.

Aozawa raised his bento, pretending to want to knock her on the head.

Natsuka Yanagimachi quickly hid behind Hojo Shouko, popping her head out again, "If you dare bully me again, watch out, I'll have Shouko beat you up."

Hojo Shouko said gently, "Summer Flower, I can't beat Aozawa-senpai."

"Aren't you all participants in the trials?"

Natsuka Yanagimachi looked surprised.

Hojo Shouko explained seriously, "Even though we're both in the fourth round of the trials, there's still a gap between Aozawa-senpai and me."

"Oh."

Natsuka Yanagimachi looked enlightened, but she didn't intend to apologize. Asking Hojo Shouko to beat Aozawa was just a joke.

Aozawa didn't take it seriously, either.

Natsuka Yanagimachi was like a hyper Husky, unable to expend her energy without wreaking havoc at home. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"I'm off now."

"Goodbye~"

Natsuka Yanagimachi grabbed Hojo Shouko's hand and waved it.

Seeing Aozawa walk away, she laughed and squeezed Hojo Shouko's shoulders, pleading, "Shouko, can we play 'flying' a few more times?"

"Sure."

Hojo Shouko nodded.

After all, such things weren't difficult for her. Grabbing Natsuka Yanagimachi's shoulders, she tossed her toward the wall, then sped forward to catch her by the waist and prevent her from actually hitting it.

The Guzheng Club was once again filled with Natsuka Yanagimachi's continuous screams of surprise.

She was both clumsy and playful.

...

Aozawa didn't head to the rooftop of the teaching building.

Hojo Tetsuji, lovesick and forgetting friends, chose to have lunch with Yoshikawa Sayuri, leaving Aozawa to dine alone and find his next lunchmate.

His choice was naturally Arakawa Reina, who had already escaped her financial troubles.

The Phoenix Academy Group had upheld its previous promise to her.

Even though she wasn't a disciple of the Qionghua Sect, Arakawa Reina's physical prowess had surpassed 99% of martial artists on Earth.

Despite the fuss about different worlds and monsters,

No one in the world could hire an angel envoy or superpower user as a bodyguard; martial artists were still in demand and sought after.

Arakawa Reina sat on the lawn near the teaching building, taking off her non-prescription black-framed glasses and loosening her braided hair, allowing her slightly curly black hair to fall over her shoulders.

She intentionally pulled down her collar, highlighting her curves.

Aozawa approached.

Arakawa Reina turned her head, "Mr. Aozawa, are you having two bento boxes today?"

"One is Maggie's stewed pork with preserved vegetables."

Aozawa didn't hide the source of his bento and glanced at hers, "Class Representative, is that bento made by you?"

"Yes, I've moved out of my family home and now live alone in a three-bedroom apartment with a kitchen and separate bathroom and shower."

Arakawa Reina smiled as she described her situation, sighing, "Living alone is nice, or rather, not having to worry about money is nice!"

Then, she raised her right hand, "Before the trials, I never thought I could rely on my body to make a living."

"Class Representative, that's ambiguous."

Aozawa opened his bento box to reveal neatly arranged stewed pork with preserved vegetables over rice.

With a lady of means providing the ingredients, the quality of the meat and vegetables was assured.

Arakawa Reina blushed and teased, "Mr. Aozawa, I meant relying on physical strength. Look how strong I am now."

She seemed eager to prove herself and immediately jumped in place, easily bouncing to the height of the second floor.

Her navy-blue short skirt flared up during the descent, while black stockings hugged her lower body, highlighting her creamy white thighs.

The originally black patterns appeared even darker.

Arakawa Reina landed, pressing her skirt with both hands, her cheeks turning red, "Did, did you see?" she stammered.

"Yes."

Aozawa nodded; claiming not to have seen it wouldn't be believable at such a moment.

Arakawa Reina's face flushed even redder, her eyes seeming to mist over, "H."

The sound was soft; if anything, it felt more like a reward than a reprimand.

Arakawa Reina's heart raced; her behavior wasn't unintentional but rather a deliberate act.

This act of seeming unintentional exposure thrilled her immensely.

Mr. Aozawa's eyes are on me.

Ahh, I can't~

Arakawa Reina's breathing intensified, feeling a surge after surge of excitement without any signs of abating.

"The stewed pork with preserved vegetables is delicious."

Aozawa had to use another topic to break the silence.