Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 819 - 807: The Eldest Miss and Aozawa Makoto Have the Look of a Married Couple (Part 2)

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Hojo Shouko's almond eyes widened as she stared at Aozawa in front of her.

Her hands gripped the broad shoulders of the young man tightly, subconsciously applying a little force, almost to the point where the clothes seemed about to tear.

But Aozawa's skilled experience took effect.

Letting Hojo Shouko understand what a couple's kiss means, it's not just a simple touch of lips to end it.

It requires exchanging each other's saliva, using that kind of castle-besieging aggression to prove the love in one's heart.

As a novice, Hojo Shouko felt that her usually powerful legs were now becoming weak.

The hands gripping the shoulders also felt a bit powerless.

Her eyes were misty like the spring fog rising over the river after the rain.

Aozawa chose to pull away; he looked into her watery eyes and said, "Shouko, I love you.

Will you go out with me?"

"Mm, I will."

Hojo Shouko nodded.

Shyness surged from her porcelain-like cheeks, and her heart pounded wildly. She didn't expect that her lines would be stolen by Aozawa-senpai. She had stayed up all night thinking of a bunch of words.

But those words couldn't actually compare to a simple 'I love you'.

"However, there are some things I need to clarify with you first."

Aozawa knew that Hojo Shouko was aware of these things, but he still wanted to clarify them in advance and couldn't pretend to be unaware.

Hojo Shouko smiled and said, "It's okay, Aozawa-senpai, I know what you want to say.

I don't mind your matters with Sister Iroha and the others.

Because Aozawa-senpai is a gentle and responsible person, I trust you."

She pressed against Aozawa's mouth, her expression gentle, believing that this person could take good care of them.

"Hmm, I will definitely make you all happy."

Aozawa promised, embracing Hojo Shouko in his arms.

Hojo Shouko's heart pounded, feeling a little nervous, but she still tried to rest her cheek against Aozawa's shoulder, her forehead touching his chin.

At this moment, she felt her heartbeat like a drum and seemed to be able to hear Aozawa-senpai's heartbeat.

Their rapidly beating hearts seemed to overlap.

...

In front of the teaching building, there were an array of stalls.

Natsuka Yanagimachi stood in front of a stall selling takoyaki, ordering two servings of hot takoyaki.

She handed one to the small boy next to her, holding the other to herself. She picked up a takoyaki with a toothpick and discontentedly said, "Hiroyasu, I told you not to come here to play; why don't you listen?"

"I was just curious if the beautiful friend you mentioned really exists.

Or are they just imagined friends in your mind?"

Hiroyasu Yanagimachi was in the sixth grade, with black hair and skilled in sports.

He participated in the basketball club during elementary school.

Unlike his sister's personality, Hiroyasu was the kind who easily struck up conversations, whether with familiar faces or strangers.

He was always worried about his sister's future.

Natsuka Yanagimachi raised an eyebrow, fiercely saying, "You brat, how dare you be rude to me?"

Hiroyasu pouted, picked up a takoyaki, and slowly said, "We are outside, so the sister who acts tough at home, will you dare to hit me here?"

Natsuka Yanagimachi was infuriated by his arrogant behavior, clenching her fist, but considering the many people around, she indeed couldn't act out and could only fiercely say, "Just wait, when we get home, see how I deal with you!"

"Sigh, Sis Summer Flower, you're making me worry. Back in middle school, you decided to date the handsome senior.

And now in high school, you still say such things.

Will you say the same in university and in society later?"

Hiroyasu's eyes showed a hint of pity as he said, "Even I have a girlfriend at school."

"Nani?!"

Natsuka Yanagimachi was shocked, looking at her sixth-grade brother, only feeling that in today's society, even boys were no longer trustworthy.

He's so young and already looking for a girlfriend.

And yet she, as his sister, hadn't been in a relationship.

Natsuka Yanagimachi stood there, her spirit hit hard, desperately wanting to curl up and recite, 'I'm an inconspicuous amoeba' a hundred times.

"Summer Flower."

A gentle voice pierced through the noisy crowd, and Hiroyasu slightly froze, turning his head to see a sister filled with scholarly aura.

She had elegant willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, an oval face, exuding a picturesque beauty.

Natsuka Yanagimachi tilted her head, puzzled, "Shouko, did you come down so soon? Didn't you want to spend more time with Aozawa-senpai?"

Hojo Shouko shook her head and said, "At this time, Phoenix Academy's Senior, Ayatsuki-senpai, Miss Morimoto, and the others need Aozawa-senpai more."

"I say, you, there's a limit to being a good person. Who pushes their boyfriend away right after confessing?"

Natsuka Yanagimachi couldn't help but complain about her behavior, feeling that Hojo Shouko's personality really put her at a disadvantage.

Hojo Shouko smiled, not wanting to trouble Aozawa-senpai and not caring if she was at a disadvantage.

She turned to the little boy beside Natsuka Yanagimachi, "Who is this?"

"Hello, I am Hiroyasu Yanagimachi."

The little boy quickly stood up straight, introducing his name, trying to show gentlemanly manners.

Natsuka Yanagimachi glanced at her brother's manner and knew what he was thinking, so she casually patted his head and said, "This is the womanizing brat, already looking for a girlfriend in sixth grade."

"She's not really a girlfriend, just a friend I chat with a lot."

Hiroyasu quickly shook his head, denying having a girlfriend.

Natsuka Yanagimachi angrily knocked on his head, "You little womanizer!"

Hiroyasu didn't mind, laughing, "Sister, are you the Shouko sister that Sister Summer Flower often mentions?

You're so pretty."

"Shouko, we don't need to pay attention to this brat, let's go, let's play on our own."

Natsuka Yanagimachi, bearing a grudge, directly pulled Hojo Shouko's hand and went outside.

She wanted to teach Hiroyasu a lesson, to make him understand the consequences of disrespecting his sister.

Hiroyasu felt helpless; why did he end up with such a childish sister?

However, to his surprise, Sister Summer Flower wasn't lying; she actually had a good friend, unlike in middle school, with imaginary and fictional friends.

Hiroyasu was somewhat reassured, believing his sister wouldn't end up in a mental hospital.

...

"Maggie, are you okay refusing Aozawa's company?"

"There's no way, if I were to be alone with Aozawa now, I might not be able to resist acting spoiled towards him."

Phoenix Academy Maggie shook her head, her gaze falling on the candy apple in her hand.

She didn't want to refuse, but just thinking of Aozawa's arrival seemed to be an act of goodwill released by Hojo Shouko.

She thought if there were only the two of them alone, she might not be able to control her emotions.

She might sneakily let down her guard, like a stray cat finding a home.

"Ah!"

Phoenix Academy Maggie stretched lazily, left and right hugging, saying, "For this rare cultural festival, let's enjoy ourselves.

I have you all, so I don't need Aozawa!"

"Yeah! We don't need boys!"

Nomura True Wave echoed.

Their eyes fell on Yoshikawa Sayuri, who hesitantly said, "But I do want one..."

"Traitor, you must be punished by heaven!"

Phoenix Academy Maggie squeezed her neck then let go with a smile, heading to the next stall.

...

Time passed, and this cultural festival ended.

Phoenix Academy Maggie bid farewell to her two friends but did not board the train home; instead, she got into Kamei Bunta's Mercedes.

She didn't have Mike follow her.

The current Phoenix Academy Maggie no longer needed a bodyguard.

Kamei Bunta parked the car in front of a mansion, softly saying, "Miss, this is the Yokogawa-kai's base, they are responsible for trafficking contraband drugs in the underworld."

"Is that so, you wait here."

Phoenix Academy Maggie opened the car door, no longer sporting the school smile, cold as the Arctic ice, enough to freeze one's blood.

When in a foul mood, bottling it up isn't good.

She needed to stretch her limbs and release her emotions.

This group of scum seemed just right.