I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 57 Going out

The day after the second round of the competition, coach Shen Jing took a rare day off to let the school team members take a good rest at home, considering their physical fitness.

Fujii leaned in front of the case and sketched out the outline of Miss Makima, tight suit trousers, and the hills on her chest. The single braid on her body was not old-fashioned. She was lifting the protagonist Denji's tie with one hand.

, while speaking.

"I hate country rats, Denji-kun."

Done.

This is the last one today. Chainsaw Man has been serialized for half a year, with two chapters published every month, and only twelve chapters have been broadcast. And the manuscript in his hand already has more than forty chapters, which is close to the first part of the original work.

Half the content.

"Painting: LV4/1%, gain 1 free attribute point."

His painting skills finally broke through to LV4. He first saved the free attribute points until he could directly fill up all attributes to 2.0. The reason why he refused to add points was because he was worried that too high a charm value would cause trouble.

The excessive attention I receive now is already very annoying.

Turning the paintbrush in his hand, when he was bored, there was a knock on the studio door.

"Please come in, the door is unlocked."

Even without listening to the footsteps, he knew it was Uncle Tianhai. He turned around and looked at someone who had changed into a windbreaker for going out.

"Well, Mr. Hatsai has an appointment to go to Akihabara today and open a new claw machine store. Do you want to go with him?"

Uncle Tianhai rarely invited him to go out to play. Fujii Shu thought for a while and agreed. In the weather in January, he still needed to keep warm. He went back to the bedroom and changed into a pair of thickened jeans and a bright yellow sweater on his upper body, which was light gray.

He put on a long windbreaker and an old scarf.

When he started the car that had been gathering dust for a long time at home, Uncle Tianhai's driving skills were average and he drove very carefully. He was obviously much different from the lady who drove him to school that day.

"By the way, you are old enough to learn to drive soon. Do you want to learn?"

Uncle Amami saw Fujii's attention on his driving movements and thought he wanted to drive the car.

Oh, let me see the skills panel.

"Driving: LV3/41%."

Fujii Shu opened the golden finger. The mid-to-early level of LV3 professional level is equivalent to the worse level among ordinary rally drivers, right?

"However, I will not allow you to buy a GTR. Don't touch such a dangerous car."

Uncle Amami told an old joke about Initial D, which made Fujii Shu twitch the corner of his mouth. He didn't go to Akina Mountain for a lap, so why did he drive GTR?

The drive was smooth all the way to Akihabara. It was originally just an old electronics store street. Because of the otaku culture of the island country, it has become a kind of holy place. There are small groups of touts standing on the street, handing out flyers to passers-by.

"Master, it's getting cold. Come to our Maid Cafe for a cup of hot tea."

The girl in maid uniform, whose legs were covered with black stockings, revealing a certain section of her territory, stepped forward and handed a leaflet to Fujii Shu. As for Uncle Amami next to him, who had long hair parted in the middle and wore glasses, he was gorgeously ignored.

"Thank you, we will consider it."

Fujii accepted the flyer. Although he didn't plan to go, he still had to do some superficial work.

“You must go!”

The maid girl took the initiative to rub her body against Fujii's tree. This was an extra special benefit. With such a good-looking customer, she was willing to entertain them for free.

After finally getting rid of the harassment of the maid girl, Fujii Shu and Uncle Tianhai found Teacher Hatsai waiting for them in front of the agreed upon electrical appliance store.

"Ah, Fujii is here too, let's come together."

Teacher Hatsai withdrew his eyes from the young woman with her legs exposed in the cold winter on the street. He was a little surprised to see Fujii Shu. It was rare to see him doing activities with them.

"This doll shop just opened on the 1st, and the purchase rate of props is much higher than that of those old shops."

Mr. Hatsai is a regular visitor to Akihabara. He took them to a claw machine shop with flower baskets in front of the door. The flow of people was quite large, and it was obvious that the business was good.

There is not much to say about the process of catching the claw machine, but when Fujii took out the money, the flyer for the maid cafe fell out, which caught the attention of Mr. Hatsai.

"How about we go to this store to have something to eat?"

It was already noon, and Teacher Bacai's LSP attribute was activated. After reading the portrait of the maid on the flyer, he suggested.

"Want to go?"

Uncle Amami asked Fujii Itsuki, and he didn't care. Although he is a famous artist of NTR comics, he is not very interested in women. This is also reflected in Fujii Itsuki. He and Fujii Itsuki's mother Amami Yuki have already

My biological sisters all have this characteristic.

"Let's go and have a look. Anyway, we need a place to eat."

Fujii Shu didn't have much objection. Maid cafes are much more formal than places like Rokimoto. Even if there are maids who do business, they are still in the minority. It can be regarded as the Garden of Eden for otakus, even if there is a fee.

Following the address on the flyer, the three of them arrived at a maid cafe on the second floor facing the street, climbed the long and narrow stairs, walked through the fluorescent corridor, and walked into a small shop.

"Yu An, master."

The waitress at the door was wearing a classic British maid dress. She raised her skirt and bowed her head gracefully. It turns out that this store is taking a hard-core retro route, so why is the maid handing out flyers dressed like an ordinary island country selling out its luster?

Are maids no different?

"Ah, it's a shop like this!"

Teacher Bacai was obviously a little disappointed. This is not distinctive enough. Shouldn’t the girls from our island country all wear ultra-short mini-dresses with lace leg rings on their thighs, and look like a dog-showing golden sama (owner)?

But since they had come, they couldn't just leave, so they found an empty seat to sit down. Unexpectedly, the business of such a nondescript shop was actually quite good, and more than a dozen round tables were almost filled with customers.

Does this one look familiar?

As soon as Fujii sat down, he noticed that there was a lone guest at the next table. He was extraordinarily tall among the islanders. He was wearing a mask that covered most of his face, but his eyes seemed familiar.

"Master, is this your first time here? Have I never seen a handsome guest like you before?"

The service maid stood at the table. She was different from squatting down in ordinary maid cafes. She really stood upright like a traditional British maid and asked with a smile.

"Hi, this is my first time here. Do you have any special dishes? Or do you only offer drinks like coffee?"

Uncle Amami next to him is a mild social phobia, and Teacher Hatsai is still trying to figure out how to peek at the good-looking maid. Fujii Shu can only answer her question and take the menu, which is all in cursive English. It is obviously a restaurant in an island country.

There is not a single katakana on the menu.

"Then three English lunches, plus three cups of Assam black tea, five cents of sugar."

Fujii knew English well and had passed Level 6 in his previous life. He pointed to a place on the menu and handed the menu to the maid.

"Please wait a moment, we will serve the food right away."

The tall maid held her head high and stepped back.

"No wonder the business here is so good. None of the girls' looks and figures are lower than 8 points!"

Teacher Hatsai, who had been studying for a long time, exclaimed in surprise. Fujii took a glance and realized that he was indeed right. Although the seven or eight maids in the shop were wearing traditional and conservative British maid skirts, they were all beautiful.

(End of chapter)