However, Hayato faced a more serious problem than Yukino Fuyumi.
After putting his clothes and laptop in 405, he went to 404 for a look; that place was temporarily uninhabitable.
But this problem had little to do with 'being habitable' after all, even if there might still be a lingering scent of Mr. Hayashi, 405 could barely be used for a few days.
The main thing was, Mr. Hayashi was hungry.
Hayato had just been wondering if he had forgotten something important tonight, and only after a long period of thought did he finally realize.
Oh, he forgot to eat.
These days, he was used to eating dinner at Yayoi's house, so he hadn't prepared any instant food. But it was fine, given the current situation, even if he had prepared some, it would probably have been fed to the dogs by now.
He thought for a moment and decided to go to a nearby restaurant for a meal.
According to Hayato's memory, there was a restaurant called Leblanc Cafe not far from here. Besides coffee, their curry was also quite delicious.
It was just a pity that the price was a bit high. After Hayato went there once with Anshi Seiji, he never went back to eat.
And the owner was a grumpy old man with a strange temper.
Hayato tilted his head and thought.
Hayato's 'dates' in the past seemed to always be with Anshi Seiji, and ever since he came, he seemed to have never eaten a meal out with Mr. Hayashi.
Wasn't this a form of cuckolding?
Forget it, let's not think about this for now.
The curry at Leblanc Cafe was indeed slightly more expensive than the market price, but Hayato was no longer who he used to be; he was rich now, and all thanks to Mr. Hayashi.
It was no problem to go and have a good meal.
Hayato was about to go downstairs when he turned back to look at the folded bicycle quietly placed in the corner of the room.
Speaking of which, after drawing it, he didn't seem to have used it much.
The bicycle was quite small, even more so when folded, almost the size of a canvas schoolbag—Hayato even suspected it could fit in a bag, and with his arm strength, which was a bit stronger than ordinary people, he could easily lift it.
Let's try riding it today.
Leblanc Cafe was neither too close nor too far from the apartment.
Hayato took the bicycle downstairs and then unfolded it.
Even when fully assembled, this bicycle was of the 'miniature' type, with a single wheel smaller than Hayato's head.
To accommodate his long legs, Hayato had to raise the seat as high as possible to prevent his legs from cramping.
But even when raised to the highest position, he could still easily use the 'foot brake' miracle.
"Forget it… a bicycle drawn from a weak system is naturally weak."
Hayato complained, then stepped on the pedal, hoping it wouldn't be too difficult to ride.
Hayato pressed hard.
Then he tilted his head.
Something seemed wrong.
He pressed again.
He felt it again.
It was indeed wrong.
… … Well, I'm not going to Leblanc Cafe anymore, I'll go to Shibuya. I've wanted to eat a burger there for a long time.
… …
Shikenjaya was considered a remote corner of Tokyo. The more famous shops, besides a department store selling fresh vegetables, were only the scrap yard run by an old lady. Even the old cinema was in a state of bankruptcy.
Moreover, those shops had all closed early.
Aside from the flickering streetlights with bad connections, there was no other light on the road.
But once you reached Shibuya, it was completely different.
It was a place of dazzling lights and lavish extravagance. The nightlife at this hour was just beginning, and everywhere exuded an aura of fashion and internationalism.
It showed pedestrians why the gentlemen of Tokyo were indeed the gentlemen.
A beautiful woman swayed her hips, walking alluringly by the roadside. With a wave of her hand, a convertible Porsche sports car pulled over.
An elegant blond young man elegantly invited the beautiful woman, who looked good with both light and heavy makeup:
"Please."
The beautiful woman smiled sweetly and sat in the passenger seat of the young man's car.
The young man was handsome and spoke with extraordinary grace. Coupled with this luxurious sports car, one could roughly guess that he was from a good family, so rich he could rival a country, yet approachable.
As for the Porsche, it truly lived up to its name. The seat heating function was unbelievably good. Although it was a convertible, it made the beautiful woman, who had just sat down, repeatedly exclaim that it was too hot, and she began to take off her jacket, revealing her form-fitting camisole and the snowy white cleavage on her chest.
The young man smiled slightly, as if accustomed to such scenes.
Some people are born in Rome, while others are born Caesar.
The physiques of people are incomparable. He once, in a fit of anger, made his old man buy him this luxury car…
Suddenly, the young man noticed his female companion's gaze shifting.
Just then, the light turned red. He skillfully stepped on the brake, and while his hand moved to caress his companion's rounded thigh, he looked in the direction she was staring.
He thought his companion had discovered something fun and was about to pull out his phone to record a TikTok, but then he realized she was looking at…
Hmm? A man!?
A young man, or more precisely, a teenager.
His dark hair was slightly raised, and his black eyes were as clear as water. He stopped beside the Porsche, and the young man could clearly see the teenager's profile, his perfect jawline, and his tall nose bridge. His eyelashes were so thick they resembled two rolled blinds.
Seeing his female companion's infatuated gaze, the young man felt his head turn green.
He believed his appearance was already unrivaled. Whose subordinate was this!?
"Hey!" The blond young man roared rudely.
His female companion quickly snapped back to reality. Although the teenager was handsome, he lacked financial resources, and the young man beside her was the one with substantial wealth.
But even so, she couldn't help but glance again.
She saw that the teenager seemed to notice her gaze and smiled slightly at her.
Immediately after, she was stunned again.
What did wealth matter… He, he was smiling at her.
"Heh, riding a bicycle? No wonder he can only go out alone at night." The young man sneered, "When I was his age, I was already driving a BMW M3. And such a low-class bicycle…"
The young man glanced again, then twisted his mouth and laughed:
"My porsche 911 Dakar, 3.0t turbocharged, 480 horsepower, 8-speed wet dual-clutch, official 0-100km/h acceleration in just 3.4 seconds…"
And then he still saw his female companion looking at that handsome bicycle rider.
The Porsche was indeed cool, but… he was smiling at me.
The female companion thought, overjoyed.
Damn it!
The young man gritted his teeth, just as the red light turned green.
I'll show you the power of a luxury car! Eat my exhaust! And live your whole life riding your bicycle!!
Boom!
The roar of the Porsche engine, accompanied by the furious growl of the exhaust!
At the instant the light turned green, the young man released the handbrake, and the Porsche launched forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.
"Heh." The young man sneered.
He couldn't even see the teenager's figure in the rearview mirror.
Because the bicycle was leisurely riding in front of the Porsche.
"…Uh, uh? What's going on!? Holy crap—"
Due to his extreme surprise, the Porsche almost crashed into the guardrail.
It was then that the blond young man understood why someone riding a bicycle would be on… the motorized vehicle lane.
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