Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!

Opening a café, Haruka Yuzan also had his own considerations.

The villa was located in an upscale and bustling district, surrounded mostly by high-end communities.

However, there were only two coffee shops, both situated about three to four kilometers away.

There was a consumer base, and the market was not saturated, which was indeed quite favorable; what remained was the most critical issue.

Capital.

The breeze outside the window, carrying a touch of coolness, awakened the young man's business dreams as the Chinese language teacher recited Tagore's romantic poetry in the classroom.

It was uncertain how many people could grasp that level of depth; perhaps, the girl in front could?

Compared to romance, Haruka Yuzan preferred something more realistic, like money.

He took out his phone and quietly checked the balance on his account,

867,832 yen.

It was a combination of Haruka's savings and the accumulated wishes of tenants over this period.

Among them, Misaki Saki alone had provided Haruka with an astonishing amount of income.

The second source of income came from Reiko Onodera; she went out to work every day, and he could receive twenty percent of Mrs. Onodera's income.

But... although the number seemed intimidatingly huge, if the currency unit after it were not yen, Haruka Yuzan might feel proud of himself.

Unfortunately...

That amount of money was far from enough to do anything... He needed to figure out a way to get more...

His fingers gently rubbed the Lucky Coin in his hand, and his gaze drifted toward the window, where the graceful cherry trees scattered their blossoms in a beautiful disarray.

Having the Golden Finger yet still being concerned about finances felt somewhat ironic, as if the landlord System was not living up to its name...

However, Haruka was not in a rush. Long-term tasks required much preparation.

These days, he would see if he could skim something good from the wish list.

As long as he could get a few more tasks like those from Misaki Saki, he wouldn't have to worry about finances.

There were many ways to make money; it only depended on whether Haruka Yuzan was willing to do them.

Renting, refurbishing, hiring people, buying equipment... there was a lot to do, and Haruka Yuzan always felt like he needed an assistant to help...

An assistant... an assistant... Calm, composed, and with a discerning eye, a female assistant...

If possible, it would be best if she could work for free, which would also save a significant portion of the costs...

The breeze passed by,

Silver strands of hair cascading down her waist, and the air seemed to carry a faint, refreshing scent.

The pretty girl, focused on the blackboard, had a serious look on her fair face, the only one in the class who could truly appreciate Tagore's poetry collection.

.....

"Classmate Haruka, if you really have nothing else to do, you could read more meaningful books to refresh that junk in your head."

Lunch break, in the activity classroom.

Bright sunlight streamed through the windows,

Shining on the lady, making her silver hair glitter in the air.

"Chiba, I'm serious!"

His eyes, like clear autumn waters, held a chill that could make one recoil, but Haruka Yuzan knew that the girl before him was the best choice.

Responsible, attractive, rational, and as a daughter of a distinguished family, she had insights and perspectives that were a cut above the average.

"Why should I become your assistant?"

"Hmm? Did I ever say that?"

Haruka Yuzan brought over a stool and sat beside the lady, although they used the same bottle of detergent, she somehow carried a subtle, clear scent of jasmine flowers.

By the heavens above, he had never told the lady to become his assistant, even though he indeed had that intention at the start.

"You simply didn't say the word 'assistant.'," said Chiba Shimizu as she looked at the boy next to her, and for some reason, she felt the urge to hit someone for the first time,

"Choosing the location, negotiating prices, buying equipment, producing design drawings, and planning—and if I were to do all these, please tell me, Classmate Haruka, what would you do?"

The cold look in her eyes seemed filled with an expression that said you're beyond redemption, like a disgruntled little penguin dissatisfied with the work tasks assigned by its boss.

Just... unfairly cute, truly difficult not to be moved...

"Me? I was there to assist you, strictly speaking, I'm actually your assistant, helping you with errands, serving tea, and pouring water."

"Don't twist the concept; the café isn't mine."

Darn it, a genius beauty is difficult to fool, Misaki, I miss you, wuwuwu...

"Strictly speaking, the coffee shop isn't mine either; I'm doing this to provide a platform for Sister Reiko to showcase herself. Do you really want to watch Sister Reiko and little Rika live separately forever?"

It's shameful to resort to moral blackmail, but if it's used by me, then pretend I never said anything.

Chiba Shimizu didn't speak, her pretty eyes flickering with different emotions, as if contemplating something.

Haruka Yuzan continued to strike while the iron was hot, "Working at a convenience store alone won't cover the living expenses of a student in Tokyo."

Speaking of this, it seemed as though he thought of something else and he couldn't help but let out a sigh,

"Ah, just thinking about how Sister Reiko can't take a second part-time job to earn more money because she has to do laundry, cook, and clean after work makes me feel very sorry for her."

Chiba Shimizu lifted her head and quietly watched the young man, while Haruka Yuzan closed his mouth.

As their eyes met, his own reflection seemed visible within her clear, lake-like gaze.

The breeze stirred the white curtains,

The bright and gentle sunlight shined between the two, and the pretty girl finally opened her mouth slowly,

"You can't expect me to do everything by myself, you have to help me by my side."

[Ding, caught one free genius beauty!!!]

This was the background music Haruka Yuzan composed in her own heart,

"Don't talk about me, you can boss around Misaki, Roast Meat, whomever you want. Just say who and I'll use them?"

The boy casually gave his guarantee, creating the illusion of having plenty of helping hands.

"Smooth-talker."

...

"Achoo!"

Inside the villa,

The girl who had just woken up sat on the sofa in a daze, and the big orange cat she was holding was also squinting its eyes, yawning and zoning out.

The expressions in the eyes of the person and cat were strangely in sync.

"Why do I always feel like someone is cursing me?"

Rubbing her little nose, Misaki Saki found it odd, having just sneezed and now sneezing again.

"Meow?" Roast Meat also meowed appropriately in response.

"Forget it, never mind, let's eat first!!"

With that, she put the chubby cat on the sofa and with her short legs, clomped towards the kitchen, ready to grab today's breakfast!

Hearing about food, Roast Meat's recently dozy Bean Eyes also shone brightly. With a pouncing leap, its massive orange body stretched out in the air, before crashing heavily to the ground.

Without time for self-pity, it rolled and scrambled towards the kitchen.

Only the girl inside would pour cat food and open canned food for it.

.....

In the activity classroom,

The attractive girl bowed her head, pencils scribbling on white paper,

"How much budget do you have?" a cool voice asked. The young lady in a JK pleated skirt school uniform seemed more like a capable little secretary?

A professional person always asks the most critical question right off the bat.

Haruka Yuzan thought for a bit, then said slowly, "How much do you need?"

Chiba Shimizu stopped writing, looked up at the boy,

"Wait for me to make a plan tomorrow, and then you can have a look."

"Okay."

Haruka Yuzan acted like a boss waiting for a subordinate to present a plan, where his job was only to review it and provide the funding.

Unfortunately, this boss was broke.

"Class President, I'm really grateful for your help. Otherwise, I'd still be clueless right now!"

Haruka Yuzan leaned back in his chair, casually picking up "The Great Gatsby" from the desk and began to read.

"The two of them also walked downstairs together, the last rays of sunset tinged with romance, illuminating her face vividly, and her lovely voice drew me to listen closely with bated breath."

Romantic and beautiful sentences, really suited for this season.

One afternoon,

The girl stayed busy writing and drawing at the table while the boy quietly read about Gatsby's rise to wealth beside her.

Neither of them disturbed the other. Employing a genius beauty to work for free? Hmm… definitely a wise decision.

Afternoon

During P.E. class,

The girls, changed into shorts, became an exceptionally striking sight in this lesson.

The volleyball was flying back and forth, alongside the white T-shirts bouncing in tune.

How vexing. Seeing dust settle on the pale thighs of the girls, Haruka Yuzan felt an urge to help clean it off.

"Haruka, the sports festival is coming up, are you interested in signing up to participate?"

Heisuke Yonchu squatted beside Haruka, looking at the frolicking young girls in the center of the field and said with a grin,

"The sports festival is just too important if you want to make a name for yourself in school!!!"

Boys in the throes of adolescence always have a bit of fantasy about these events, dreaming they can stand out and become the school's coolest figure.

Haruka unenthusiastically yawned, as during lunch break, to show that he was on the same team as Class President Chiba,

he too stayed up without napping all afternoon. He had virtually memorized "The Great Gatsby," and ever since he received Quick Thinking, Haruka Yuzan found that no matter what book it was, everything seemed much easier to understand.

This reflected clearly in the speed with which he memorized English vocabulary. Of course, the dimwitted Mizutani Nozomi-sensei hadn't noticed the boy's pace, because he was always fast.

"Eyy! It's time to clock out. Haruka, I don't want to work overtime!"

That day during lunch break, while eating with Mizutani Nozomi on the rooftop and asking her to practice vocabulary, that lazy fish just wouldn't listen at all.

"No way, as a teacher, how can you slack off like that?"

"Ahhh... it's after school hours, we're friends now. Calling me 'teacher' is too formal, just call me Sister Mizutani."

Once they became more familiar, this guy started to show his true colors, a salted fish flaking out on the job.

A very ordinary OL (Office Lady) suit, but worn on this mature little woman, it had a unique and mature charm.

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