Tokyo's Most Affectionate - Chapter 147

Master, I’ve Achieved Enlightenment

Monday, for almost everyone, is not a day to look forward to—except for workaholics or when something special happens.

Kurosawa, however, was indifferent and went to school as usual.

“Good morning.”

On his way, some classmates greeted him.

“Good morning.”

In response, Kurosawa smiled and greeted them back.

During this period, there were some slight changes in his school life. For example, the kouhai who used to greet him on the way disappeared.

After Itsuragi took over the duty of meeting him at the school gate once, that kouhai was nowhere to be found.

Tokyo University is vast, and without intentionally seeking someone out, it’s not easy to encounter people from different grades and social circles.

It was like the case with Miki, whom he had only seen once at the freshman assembly and never encountered again in school.

After all, they were in different disciplines and different grades, and hadn’t been at the university for long—she just started this year.

“Kurosawa.”

Before long, he arrived at the classroom and was greeted by Miyazaki Yuta, who waved at him.

“Morning.”

Kurosawa walked over and sat down beside him, smiling.

“To be honest, can you teach me how you managed to win over that older girl?”

As soon as he sat down, Miyazaki couldn’t help but ask.

Last Friday, Kurosawa was once again taken away by a wealthy woman. People talked about it, but it didn’t cause widespread discussion this time.

After all, unexpected events are only noteworthy when they happen for the first time. If they become a regular occurrence, people get used to them.

Nowadays, for alumni of the University of Tokyo, most of them already knew that Kurosawa had a girlfriend.

Some people, who enjoyed gossip, knew about his girlfriend with silver-gray short hair, fashionable style, cheerful personality, stunning appearance, and the fact that she drove a luxury car worth millions.

Others, completely focused on their studies, might not even be aware of Kurosawa’s existence, let alone his relationship status.

Regardless, Miyazaki genuinely yearned for, felt urgency, and envied such a romantic relationship.

“First, you have to get to know her, be proactive, and finally, if the girl finds you appealing and has feelings for you, it basically works.”

Kurosawa glanced at him, pondered for a moment, and then said.

“That’s it?” Miyazaki looked a bit surprised.

“That’s it.” Kurosawa nodded.

During this period, this was his realization.

Although there weren’t many steps, it was actually quite challenging to meet the conditions.

To engage with a girl, getting to know her is the foundation. However, whether the girl finds you appealing and has feelings for you is a very difficult matter.

Unlike boys, who can usually succeed if they’re good-looking and take the initiative, for girls, whether they find the other person appealing is a crucial factor.

Sometimes, pursuing a girl for a long time doesn’t guarantee that feelings will develop naturally. If there’s no mutual attraction, it just won’t happen.

“No secrets?”

“Where would the secrets come from? In this world, every woman may seem similar, but they have fundamental differences.”

Kurosawa couldn’t provide any tricks or secrets.

In fact, Itsuragi wasn’t his girlfriend at all. It just wasn’t easy to clarify this matter, and Ninomiya didn’t care, so he let it go.

Thinking about this, he suddenly realized.

He needed to find out whether Ninomiya actually cared or not.

“What differences?”

“It depends on the person you encounter… Anyway, if you want to be in a relationship with a girl, you need to be outstanding first. Only then is there a possibility of mutual attraction. In such a situation, taking the initiative to get closer can lead to a connection.”

“Outstanding? My appearance is average, and it seems quite difficult.”

“Actually, your appearance is pretty good. It’s just that you don’t know how to dress well, don’t know how to groom yourself, and, most importantly, you have bad posture, a bookish look, and the appearance of a straightforward person. You need to boost your confidence.”

Kurosawa looked at him and said.

This wasn’t just consolation or kind words; it was the truth.

As a student at the University of Tokyo, Miyazaki was already more outstanding than many men. Although he might not be considered handsome, he was not ugly either.

With a bit more confidence, proper grooming, and a clean appearance, he would actually look pretty good.

“Even if you talk about dressing up, I can’t do it.”

Miyazaki couldn’t help but worry. Reading books was fine for him, but asking him to dress up? He couldn’t do such girlish things.

“Dressing up doesn’t necessarily mean putting on makeup. Even styling your hair is a form of dressing up. After school tonight, I’ll take you to buy a few sets of clothes.”

Kurosawa could sense his bias and decided to suggest.

Today was Monday, with no special plans. Going out with him to shop wouldn’t be a bad idea. Besides, he could also buy a few new outfits for his date on Saturday.

Relationships needed maintenance.

Even between parents and children, it required time and effort to maintain, let alone between friends or lovers.

“Really? Then it’s a deal!”

Miyazaki was surprised and delighted.

Before long, it was time for class.

As usual, the first class on Monday was with Ninomiya. She didn’t have many classes each week.

Upon entering the classroom, she scanned the people inside. When her eyes met Kurosawa, they exchanged a glance. 

She looked at others and didn’t need to call attendance directly, starting the class.

At school, Kurosawa was very serious. After all, twenty years of academic life had instilled in him good study habits.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and Kurosawa went to the cafeteria with Miyazaki.

At school, he and Ninomiya barely spoke to each other, maintaining a certain distance.

“You really like rice bowl dishes, huh?”

Miyazaki noticed Kurosawa carrying a plate of oyakodon and couldn’t help commenting.

“I’m used to it. Aren’t you quite fond of noodles?” Kurosawa smiled.

The taste of Japanese cuisine was too light. If rice wasn’t soaked in broth and meat juices, it didn’t taste right. Besides, rice bowls were convenient to eat.

Carrying their trays, the two of them walked together, looking for an empty seat.

On the way, many students had already sat down and started eating. It was rare to see someone eating alone.

After all, in a prestigious university like the University of Tokyo, being a solitary individual seemed like a waste. Perhaps an inconspicuous student could become an elite after entering society, and socializing was crucial.

“Did you watch the video I sent you last night?”

“I did. Zero Hour is really good, and the rate at which his data is rising is quite astonishing. Many celebrities are retweeting on Twitter and actively helping with his promotion.”

“Those who understand know. Such data is often fake. It looks ridiculous, but behind it, there’s a long chain of funds and promotion costs.”

On the way, Kurosawa overheard a conversation and couldn’t help but eavesdrop.

Was the power of the Croatian Rhapsody really that strong? 

Even in a prestigious academic institution like the University of Tokyo, there were people who knew about it.

Soon, they sat down nearby.

“Who is Zero Hour?”

Miyazaki also heard the conversation and became curious.

“I don’t know.”

Not surprised to find out he didn’t know, Kurosawa responded calmly.

Presumably, among those people, there might be someone who liked the piano or enjoyed browsing YouTube, which is why they knew about it.

“Oh, where should we go to buy clothes after school?”

Miyazaki wasn’t too concerned about it and asked instead.

He was already looking forward to after-school activities with Kurosawa. They had spent time together after school before, but going shopping for clothes together was a new experience.

“Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, Shibuya, Akihabara—anywhere you like. You pick one?”

Kurosawa glanced at him and presented several options.

“You choose; I rarely go to these places.”

“Let’s go to Shibuya.”

“May I ask why you chose that?”

“Because Shibuya is the fashion center of Asia, and it’s the best place for young people to buy clothes.”

“Oh, I see.”

Miyazaki found it a bit intriguing. In fact, he had never been to Shibuya before. 

Tokyo was quite large, and in his pursuit of entering the University of Tokyo, he had been focused on studying, leaving no time for leisure.

……

Around 5 PM, Kurosawa and Miyazaki arrived together in Shibuya.

Their purpose was clear: to buy clothes. They strolled along the street, checking out fashion stores with men’s clothing.

Thanks to his entry-level skills as a stylist, Kurosawa had an epiphany, making shopping for clothes a breeze for him. He knew how to coordinate outfits, even for women’s clothing, let alone men’s.

“I buy such stylish clothes, and you choose a shirt? It’s so simple.”

Not long after, Miyazaki bought four sets of clothes. When he saw Kurosawa holding a white shirt and contemplating, he couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

“Don’t underestimate shirts. Although it’s one style, the fabric, design, and different colors give different impressions.”

Kurosawa shrugged and explained.

Shirts might be simple, but since Ninomiya liked this particular style, he had to put effort into this direction.

Before long, they finished shopping for clothes, and Miyazaki even directly put on his new outfit.

Next, Kurosawa found a hair salon.

“Is the hair salon going to be expensive?”

Before entering the store, Miyazaki hesitated.

“Hairstyle is even more important than clothing. Even if you wear something nice, if your hairstyle is messy, it will give people a sloppy feeling. On the contrary, if your hairstyle is clean, neat, and well-designed, it gives a clean and sunny impression.”

Seeing him hesitate, Kurosawa explained.

Men don’t need to be too refined, but they also shouldn’t neglect their appearance.

“I see.”

“Is your hairstyle just cutting it short every time and letting it grow wild?”

“I cut it myself. Hair salons are too expensive.”

“In the future, don’t skimp on this. If you need a styled haircut, get it. It’s best to do it once a month.”

“Wouldn’t that be expensive?”

“Invest in yourself, and it won’t be wasted. Even after you graduate, having a better appearance will earn you extra points.”

Kurosawa patted his shoulder and then walked into the salon.

Not long after, they walked out of the hair salon.

“Master, I’ve achieved enlightenment!”

With the change in hairstyle, Miyazaki, feeling handsome after looking in the mirror, even straightened up, gaining a bit more confidence.