Tokyo Agent: Starting with Picking Up a Problem Girl

Chapter 57 Warmth

"Splash—!"

Kuroda chose to use the most direct method to quell Kenjiro Endo's arrogance.

As large wads of banknotes rained down, the drunken biological father couldn't even hold onto his knife, which clattered to the ground.

"Gulp."

He swallowed.

This, this is...

His eyes were fixed on the last banknote, and then, bit by bit, he squatted down...

Reach out...

"Click".

A leather boot stepped on his banknotes.

He placed his foot very carelessly, even crushing his fingers underneath.

But just moments ago he was so aggressive, but now he raised his hand, looking down at Kuroda Karito with a fawning expression.

Kuroda Karihito chuckled inwardly.

I thought we'd need to put up a fight, but it turns out these social outcasts are incredibly spineless.

"Mr. Endo, we have a small matter that requires your cooperation."

He moved his foot away.

"Well done, there's still money to be made later."

"More."

From evening until late at night.

Then, whether in the chaotic Akabane or in the bustling Ikebukuro, the sun rose as usual.

"Nakajima, I'm sorry..."

Inside the apartment, Nakajima Hiro held Asuka's small feet and carefully applied medicine to her feet.

This kid is a man of his word; he said he would catch up on his training, and now he's actually secretly practicing.

Then, unsurprisingly, I sprained my ankle.

He pressed on the girl's ankle.

"Does it hurt here?"

"hiss."

Asuka instinctively gasped, but tried to remain defiant.

"It's alright."

"Nakajima, I can still train, I'm fine."

"Why."

Nakajima Hiro sighed softly, put away the ointment, and patted Asuka's little face: "You're not allowed to be stubborn here."

"Feel sorry……"

"No, I also bear responsibility for not teaching you the key points of practicing alone."

Asuka bit her lip; she could tell that these words were meant to comfort her.

Even though I promised Nakajima Hiroshi not to practice dancing alone, I should unconditionally obey his orders...

"Tomorrow's Flower Honoka: Obedience score 19/20"

This child...

Well, it's good that there was some reflection.

Anyway, Asuka's progress is pretty much complete, at least we can stick to singing and dancing for this one song.

The first section was explosive...

Well, it's so-so, but it does have its merits.

Although the talent is average, the results achieved in just over ten days are already quite excellent.

Let's make up for the rest with our image.

Hopefully, this sprain won't affect the performance; I should still go to the hospital to get it checked out.

"Asuka, I'm sorry."

Without saying a word, he picked him up around the waist.

"Huh?"

Tomorrow Flower had no expectations.

But when she realized what was happening, her arms naturally wrapped around the man's neck, and she even unconsciously snuggled closer to him.

Forget about being reserved!

The princess carry was so short...

Asuka pouted, looking at the taxi that was about to arrive, feeling somewhat annoyed.

That despicable driver.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Um."

She nodded slightly and moved closer to Nakajima Hiroshi.

The car was driving erratically.

"It's not too serious, but I still recommend that it rest for a few days and avoid putting any stress on it."

The nurse looked at the two of them.

Yes, they are a perfect match.

That's wonderful! I want a life with such good looks too.

"Thank you very much, we will be careful."

Hiroshi Nakajima bowed slightly in greeting.

"so……"

He turned to Asuka: "Why don't we take a few days off? We can put aside the matter of revealing our purpose for now."

I have a little money now, so even if I overstay my visa, I won't be homeless immediately. I can rent a room with partitions.

Otherwise, sharing a tatami mat with Asuka, separated only by a tea table, would be a bit...

Speaking of which...

Nakajima Hiroshi himself even lives in Bengbu.

People who have been in this world for so long should have stopped eating beef by now, but this agent system of his...

Well, it even got to the point of considering whether to postpone the task.

After all, the room borrowed by the system is not very big, and in comparison, only the ability to share artists is relatively useful.

Although legal status is important to me, it is still necessary to be cautious about letting Asuka force herself to perform.

I can't disregard her health for my own sake.

Oh, system.

In this situation, shouldn't they provide me with some kind of panacea or magical treasure to instantly restore Asuka, and incidentally shock the doctors and nurses?

no respond.

"Oh, it's nothing, just a sprain. I've sprained my ankle a lot before."

Asuka stretched out her arms, making a gesture as if she wanted a hug.

"Nakajima, take me to get some meat, I'll recover soon."

...It's not impossible.

"Eat something light first, and we'll talk about it after 72 hours."

The nurse reminded her while cursing under her breath.

It's so annoying to be bombarded with PDA at work.

"Yes, thank you for your trouble."

In fact, Hiroshi Nakajima has some knowledge about injury recovery.

In my past life, when I was a live streamer, scrapes, sprains, and even dizziness and headaches were common occurrences during the show.

For external injuries like those caused by Asuka jasmine, you can eat easily digestible, high-quality protein, such as chicken breast, for three days.

Yes, steamed fish is also an option.

Once the inflammation has subsided, you can eat meat, eggs, and dairy products freely to provide the raw materials for recovery.

The logic is roughly like this; although I'm not a professional, I'm not completely ignorant either.

So, I'll just cook something for the kid today and let him relax a bit.

Purchasing, purchasing...

Asuka carried the groceries and lay on Nakajima Hiro's back.

I know many people say you can put it in your shopping cart, but in relatively conservative Tokyo, that won't work.

The shop assistants will politely but firmly stop you, and the surrounding customers will also cast disapproving glances. The sense of rules there is much stricter than in China.

There's no problem carrying it on your back.

After all, the child sprained his ankle, which is a real predicament.

Asuka insisted on carrying the groceries to help relieve some of Nakajima Hiro's burden.

But she didn't seem to realize that the weight, including herself, would still fall on Nakajima Hiroshi's body.

Sigh, he really is an idiot.

Nakajima Hiroshi was somewhat helpless.

Although the nurse clearly stated that there was no ligament tear or fracture, Asuka still cried out in pain as soon as she touched the ground.

It can only be this way.

Even through the clothes, I could feel the rounded softness of her back as I rubbed against it.

"Sixteen thousand yen, Seunghye."

"Sixteen thousand!?"

Asuka exclaimed, "Nakajima, how about we go get beef bowl instead!"

This child already has the money-saving awareness of a housewife.

Of course, similarly, with her intelligence, she could only judge the size of the numbers and didn't even look at what she bought.

Silly boy.

Most of the time, she would press her face against Nakajima Hiro's hair, as if she were resting.

Multivitamins, zinc, calcium, fatty acids...

These are the real big issues.

Of course, meat and vegetables are not cheap either; only fish is cheap here, which is quite different from the shopping environment in China.

"It's okay, I made some money recently."

As for how he earned it, don't ask.

Dinner was light but nutritious.

"Nakajima, just participate in the disclosure program as usual tomorrow..."

The girl's eyes were resolute; no matter what, she didn't want to give up.

"I will definitely do well."

Nakajima Hiro looked at her, swallowed back the words "Don't force yourself if your feet hurt," and simply nodded, picking up a piece of chicken breast for her.

"Yes, then you should get a good rest tonight."

The two had a very warm and loving relationship the day before.