Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 743 - 741: The Sports Festival Promise

"Everyone, go for it! Come on!"

The loud cheering floated out through the Guzheng Club's window, even the scent of osmanthus seemed to have been scared away.

Aozawa stepped into the soft sunlight, came to the window, and looked inside, unsurprisingly finding Natsuka Yanagimachi being exuberant.

She gripped the pompoms with her hands, her two snowy white legs kicked up freely, the motion was so large that it caused a heaving at her chest.

Aozawa's presence was noticed by Natsuka Yanagimachi, she swiftly stopped dancing, covered her chest with her hands, and pretended to be coy, saying, "Oh dear, Aozawa-senpai, why didn't you make a sound when you came over? You actually watched my enchanting dance~"

"Don't be like that, I'm going to puke."

Aozawa made a vomiting gesture, then asked curiously, "You're actually joining the cheerleading?"

"Hehe, Ayatsuki-senpai begged a dance genius like me to join the cheerleading. I saw her genuine sincerity, so I reluctantly agreed."

Natsuka Yanagimachi placed her hands on her hips, looking quite proud.

Hojo Shouko didn't give her face, dismantling her words, "Aozawa-senpai, actually I joined the cheerleading, Summer Flower didn't."

"I thought so."

Aozawa wasn't too surprised by this fact.

Don't be fooled by Natsuka Yanagimachi's lively and cheerful appearance, that's only in front of acquaintances.

In front of strangers, she's the type to speak softly and even walk timidly.

How could someone like that have the guts to join cheerleading, dancing in front of a crowd?

"Shouko, don't expose me."

Natsuka Yanagimachi pouted in complaint, her eyes spinning, a plan hatched in her mind, she tossed the pompoms to Hojo Shouko, smiling, "You dance a bit for Aozawa-senpai to see."

Hojo Shouko was about to refuse.

Aozawa's eyes lit up, encouraging her, "Shouko, I'd like to see how your dancing is."

"Eh, alright then."

Hojo Shouko swallowed her refusal, her fair cheeks blushing slightly.

It wasn't her first time performing a cheerleading dance, but thinking about dancing in front of Aozawa, she felt a kind of inexplicable shyness, as if she was exposing her most intimate side to him.

Hojo Shouko took a deep breath, pushed all those thoughts to the bottom of her heart, telling herself not to think about nonsense, just focus on the dancing.

Her mood turned calm, waving the pompoms, her feet kicked up appropriately, her movements weren't fancy but naturally had a flowing artistic feel.

At this moment, even time seemed to become gentle.

Beautiful, indeed beautiful.

But if it's a cheerleading dance, it felt somewhat incongruous.

Aozawa watched this scene, thinking if Hojo Shouko performed this dance on a literary stage, she would surely get top marks.

For cheerleading, it seemed too refined, lacking in enthusiasm and wildness, not really conveying the energetic spirit to cheer others.

When Hojo Shouko finished, Aozawa clapped, saying, "Good dance, definitely different from someone!"

"Aozawa-senpai, is it necessary to praise Shouko by stepping on me?"

Natsuka Yanagimachi felt quite dejected but understood the huge gap between herself and Shouko.

Hojo Shouko's scallion-white cheeks blushed deeper, joy overflowed from her heart, she said warmly, "Senpai, today's lunch is pork cutlet meatball bento."

Feeling shy, she chose to change the topic, put the pompoms on the table, and bent over to pick up the pork cutlet meatball bento.

Natsuka Yanagimachi saw Aozawa's gaze on Hojo Shouko and pretended to casually raise her hand.

The skirt that originally covered her thighs suddenly got lifted by her hand, blue and white stripes entered Aozawa's view.

Beneath the stripes were thighs that weren't too thin or too fat, just perfectly like five-spice pork.

The cool breeze brushed across the warm skin surface, seeming to raise goosebumps.

Hojo Shouko, out of instinct, tightened her body, quickly straightened up, and turned to glance outside the window.

Aozawa shifted his gaze, pretending not to see the scenery.

But the attempt to cover up only made Hojo Shouko more certain that he had seen her...

"Summer Flower!"

Hojo Shouko's gentle tone showed anger for the first time.

Natsuka Yanagimachi hastily raised her hands, saying, "It wasn't me, it was the wind. If you don't believe me, ask Aozawa-senpai."

Hojo Shouko turned towards Aozawa, her fair cheeks turning bright red like a rosy jade.

Those watery eyes searched for an answer.

Aozawa feared Natsuka Yanagimachi would get beaten, yet didn't want to lie against his conscience.

Mainly, Natsuka Yanagimachi's excuse was really lame, today's wind wasn't strong enough to lift a skirt.

Hojo Shouko's thighs spoke the truth.

Such a breeze wouldn't realistically lift the skirt.

"I'll testify, it was her who lifted it."

"Aozawa-senpai, you savor the view but betray me?!"

Natsuka Yanagimachi's face was filled with shock.

She finally realized what betrayal meant, she offered benefits but got sold out instead.

Hojo Shouko quickly handed the bento to Aozawa, saying softly, "Aozawa-senpai, you should go eat now."

"Hmm."

Aozawa nodded, ignoring Natsuka Yanagimachi's pleading eyes, took the bento, and left; it's not as if he made Natsuka Yanagimachi do such a thing, so it wasn't really betrayal.

From behind the Guzheng Club came Natsuka Yanagimachi's cries to the heavens.

"Help, murder!"

...

Far from the club building, Aozawa arrived at the side of the teaching building, where there were no windows.

The shadows of the trees were mottled.

Arakawa Reina sat against the wall, her braided pigtails from earlier in class loosened, and her slightly curled black hair draped over her shoulders.

Her glasses were placed beside her.

She knelt on the lawn, her clear eyes looking at Aozawa and said, "Two lunches again today, huh."

"Yeah."

Aozawa nodded, smiling, "Maggie made braised pork with preserved vegetables for me again today."

"Mr. Aozawa, how is your relationship with her progressing?"

Arakawa Reina looked curious, having thought over and developed a complete set of responses.

Just by following these responses, she could demonstrate her strong motivation to advance the relationship between Aozawa and the lady.

Next, she waited for Aozawa to complain.

"I feel the progress is going well."

Huh?!

Arakawa Reina's words, which she had been brewing in her heart, suddenly got stuck in her throat.

Without any complaints, how could she smoothly steer the conversation to guide Aozawa out of his troubles, offering advice, and express her support for his juggling multiple relationships?

This wasn't part of the plan!

Arakawa Reina felt secretly frustrated; indeed, plans cannot keep up with changes.

But when it came to adapting quickly, Arakawa Reina wasn't very skilled.

The main issue was the difference in mindset. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Initially, she could quickly join the conversation because she hadn't developed any romantic feelings for Aozawa, taking the role of a spectator; naturally, she could say anything.

Now as part of the situation, Arakawa Reina must consider the consequences of her words, avoiding topics that Mr. Aozawa might dislike.

As a result, her speech became less natural than before.

I am truly useless.

Visible frustration lingered on Arakawa Reina's face as Aozawa noticed her expression and changed his words: "Actually, the progress isn't that smooth, does the class leader have any good advice for me?"

Upon hearing this, Arakawa Reina's dismay vanished, her energy shining bright as she said, "Mr. Aozawa, I think you can..."

After a long set of clearly painstakingly thought-out responses, Aozawa gained nothing.

Arakawa Reina knew well that trying to gain favor and offering genuine strategy advice were entirely different; she dared not suggest any strategy for Aozawa to execute.

If things went wrong, it would be quite bad.

At times like these, she only needed to reference lines from ministers or parliamentarians running for Prime Minister in TV speeches.

It appeared they spoke a lot, but in reality, the content was extremely empty.

But unlike those parliamentary politicians, Arakawa Reina's words didn't make Aozawa feel bored or uninterested.

...

Time passed quietly, and nightfall arrived.

One by one, lights lit up in Tokyo; inside the spacious two-story villa, Morimoto Chiyoda wore a white apron, turned off the induction cooker, and placed the final dish of stir-fried pork with green peppers onto a plate before delivering it through the serving window.

She removed her white apron and walked out of the kitchen.

The door clicked open, and Aozawa stepped into the entrance, calling out, "I'm back, Chitose."

With that, he took off his shoes and stepped onto the entryway, barefoot without the plush slippers, and the cool feeling underfoot was quite pleasant.

Morimoto Chiyoda approached and said, "Wash your hands, time to eat."

"Okay."

Aozawa approached with a grin, and as they passed each other, he quickly swiped his hand back.

Morimoto Chiyoda blocked his hand without even looking, leisurely saying, "If you want to sneak attack me, you need a few more years."

"Hehe."

Aozawa chuckled, grabbed her hand, and suddenly pulled her into his arms, hugging her slender waist, burying his face in her chest, saying, "Chitose, I haven't tasted any soft food in a while."

His actions already made Morimoto Chiyoda sense the dangerous approach, with another hand flicking his forehead, "You brat, tomorrow's the sports festival, save your energy for competing with others."

"Chitose, if I win the sports festival, can I do as I please?"

Aozawa looked at Morimoto Chiyoda with puppy eyes.

Faced with this gaze, Morimoto Chiyoda felt a bit overwhelmed but pretended to ponder aloud.

Soon, the natural reaction between men and women made Morimoto Chiyoda feel a bit uncontrollable too, her voice lightly trembling as she said: "If you can win the championship, I'll indeed listen to you, but just for one night."

"That's great!"

Aozawa's face lit up with excitement, saying, "Because of those words, I must win all the events at the sports festival."

"Don't be so cocky, Hojo Tetsuji isn't someone easily beaten."

"Haha, it's fine."

Aozawa laughed, his expression lively as he said, "You just clean yourself inside and out, I'll savor your abalone rice bowl tomorrow~"

He hummed a tune as he turned and entered the washroom.

Seeing him so excited, Morimoto Chiyoda slightly curled her lips in a smile, feeling a bit of anticipation, wondering what kind of surprising game this brat intends to play.

Aozawa washed his hands clean, dried them with a towel, planning to find Kikuta after dinner.

The things that need resolving tonight shouldn't be left for tomorrow night; it's his habit.