Tokyo Agent: Starting with Picking Up a Problem Girl

Chapter 30 A Money-Losing Goods

Watanabe Yukino is far too simplistic.

Nakajima Hiro didn't even need to guess her route; he simply got ahead of her by one stop and boarded the train to Ikebukuro.

Carrying so many things, there's no doubt they're bringing them home.

He even had extra time to change into some light sportswear and then went to a nearby supermarket to buy some snacks, making it look like a chance encounter.

Of course, it has to be a chance encounter; intercepting someone halfway would be too deliberate.

Although it's uncertain whether Yukino's intelligence would arouse suspicion, Nakajima Hiroshi wouldn't do such a shoddy job.

He has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Nakajima-kun?"

Yukino spotted Zhongyi's figure from afar.

Nakajima Hiroshi looked up at the sound, pretended to be stunned for a moment, and looked the other person up and down repeatedly before answering.

"Miss Yukino, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"You look especially adorable today. Are you going to see someone very important?"

He asked the question he already knew the answer to.

When it comes to deceiving women, male prostitutes are no different.

This is a professional skill, even for someone like Nakajima Hiroshi.

"Um……"

Yukino clearly enjoyed the subtle compliment.

"Guess who I went to see?"

"I won't guess."

Nakajima Hiroshi deliberately kept a straight face: "I'll be jealous."

As he spoke, he naturally took the things from Yukino's hands.

"Hehehe."

Yukino was completely unaware that she had fallen into a trap, and became even more smug and pleased.

She seemed to have gained a slight understanding, yet also seemed even more confused.

"Going home? I'll take you upstairs."

"Okay, come with me!"

Yukino grabbed Nakajima Hiro's arm, completely forgetting that she was trying to salvage her image and maintain her composure.

What's with the pretense of being reserved? We're not even that close!

The house had clearly been tidied up; it seemed this woman really intended to bring him home and was prepared.

Nakajima Hiroshi understood everything at a glance.

"Okay, Nakajima, don't be jealous. I came to find you."

Yukino didn't dare to keep Nakajima Hiroshi hanging for too long, and she couldn't wait to explain as soon as she entered the room.

For a fleeting moment, she felt somewhat inferior.

But soon, I felt indifferent.

The most important thing is for Nakajima Hiroshi not to misunderstand!

"But you didn't go to the store today?"

Nakajima Hiro helped Yukino put her things away and answered casually.

I took the day off today.

"Okay, Yukino, I'll leave you my phone number."

"If you want to contact me in the future, you can ask in advance to avoid making a wasted trip."

Kato gave him the wrong phone number; he definitely had ulterior motives.

If left unchecked, Yukino will likely cause more trouble when she makes that call.

"No need, I already have your number!"

Yukino's tone was quite proud, without a trace of guile.

Normally, one should pretend not to know Nakajima Hiroshi's phone number to avoid looking like a loser who's putting money away for no reason.

But she was completely unaware of this.

Honestly...

That's quite endearing.

While being brainless isn't a virtue for her personally, it's actually quite relaxing for those who are around her.

As long as we don't live together.

"Oh?"

Nakajima Hiroshi waved his phone.

"Then tell me your number, I'll save it."

Soon, Yukino's phone screen lit up.

"Huh? Did I memorize it wrong? I've seen it several times on the street."

She made no attempt to hide her increasingly cheap attitude, pulling out a phone number from her pocket.

"Let me see."

Nakajima Hiroshi took the card and glanced at it: "This number is wrong, it was probably copied incorrectly."

He then casually put it in his pocket, without any intention of returning it to Yukino.

He didn't attack Kato in front of the other person, as it wouldn't make much sense and would only pointlessly disrupt the atmosphere.

Right now, the only one in the shop who can handle Kato is Tachibana Misaki. Just leave the evidence and let the boss make his own decision.

Besides, Yukino is just a client, why put on this show of rivalry in front of her?

I'm just doing this as a temporary job at the host club; I can't keep doing it forever.

"Nakajima-kun, you have no idea, today I dressed up and so many people treated me to food and drinks!"

"Here, that's all. I brought them all back."

"Come on, have some with us, these are all the best things in the shop."

Hiroshi Nakajima now knows a little about part of the reason for Yukino's divorce.

This guy really doesn't know what to say in front of men.

While it may not have the same testing intent as those reckless women, innocently boasting about how popular you are with the opposite sex is undoubtedly a minefield.

She lacks this awareness.

This is a disaster in a marital context.

Of course, Nakajima Hiro didn't care; to him, Yukino was just a guest.

"You really suit this style."

Nakajima Hiroshi straightened the woman's collar, adopting a very serious and scrutinizing attitude, which fully satisfied Yukino's desire for attention.

"You designed it yourself?"

"no."

Yukino answered honestly, "I went to the stylist shop, you wouldn't believe how expensive this outfit is..."

twitter.

The food at the restaurant is pretty good; considering the high price, the quality has to be guaranteed.

Nakajima Hiroshi did not plan to stay for too long; after working day and night for the past few days, he wanted to get some rest.

Honestly, all he wanted was a pillow and a good night's sleep.

"Well, Yukino..."

You know, things don't always go as planned.

"Nakajima-kun! Try this, it's really good!"

Yukino is drunk.

The liquor she brought back wasn't the cheap stuff from convenience stores; it had a higher alcohol content and a wider variety of types.

Some of them are fast-acting and have a strong aftereffect...

Mixing them together would undoubtedly be a disaster.

She succumbed to alcohol once again, and this time even more completely.

"Nakajima!"

Yukino started clinging to Nakajima Hiro's body: "Since I took the day off anyway, I might as well stay a little longer!"

She lifted Nakajima Hiroshi's chin.

"How much money do you have? Name your price, name your price..."

As he spoke, he buried his head in Nakajima Hiroshi's chest and began to snore rather unevenly.

Hey.

Nakajima Hiro sighed, ultimately unable to bear leaving her there alone.

Mixing different types of alcohol together is too dangerous; who knows how drunk we'll end up?

What if I hurt myself again...

Sudden.

"Hehehehe, I'm not asleep, I'm not drunk..."

The woman murmured indistinctly, her voice growing fainter and fainter...

Yeah, she's asleep...

"I'm not drunk!"

Yukino, reeking of alcohol, wrapped her arms around Nakajima Hiroshi's neck.

Under the influence of alcohol, my whole body felt extremely hot.

"Nakajima-kun~"

"Do you know what? Yukino, my whole life is over!"

Yukino felt her mouth was dry and kept tugging at the hem of her clothes, not knowing whether it was hers or Nakajima Hiro's.

Hehehe, actually I can tell the difference.

This needs to be torn off.

That needs to be torn off too~

It's all the same whether the fabric is in the way or not!

That clueless guy deserves to have no luck selling!

Money-losing product...

It's a money-losing business!

"My marriage is a complete mess, my work is utterly lacking, absolutely nothing, hahaha..."

"Hey, did you hear me? I said, there's not even the slightest improvement!"

"Hehehehe... I guess I have no hope for this lifetime. I'll just rot in this host club!"

"Only when I spend money at your place do I feel like a human being..."

She moved closer and closer.

It's as if she wants to meld herself into Nakajima Hiro's arms.

"That's what I've always thought, always..."

"But today is different, right? Today must be different, right?"

"We just, we just..."

Yukino's voice was muffled and tinged with sobs.

"Yukino..."

"hiss--!"

Just as Nakajima Hiro was about to offer some words of comfort, he couldn't help but gasp.

pain!

The woman bit his shoulder, and I don't know...

"call……"

But soon, her flushed face sank into his chest, sliding down softly and weakly with a sticky feel.

Completely drunk...?

Nakajima Hiroshi sighed and supported the woman's waist.

Misaki Tachibana's products are still too pure.