Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 652 - 650: One Unique Move Conquers All

The crisp sound of the class dismissal bell echoed throughout the campus, and the teacher left the classroom.

The previously silent and tense atmosphere dissipated.

Aozawa extended his hand forward.

The blonde girl sitting in front turned around and, seeing his hand blocking the desk, immediately crossed her arms and used her elbows to push his hand aside with the force of a gust of wind sweeping away falling leaves, forcing him back.

Phoenix Academy Maggie took up most of the desk, glaring viciously, "What are you putting your hand here for?"

"This is my desk. I just want to defend my territory."

Aozawa continued to press against her elbow, white and smooth, with the warm body temperature of a young girl, like freshly steamed white bread that made one want to take a bite to see how it tasted.

Phoenix Academy Maggie raised an eyebrow without speaking, and stared at him with a sharp gaze.

Aozawa withdrew his hand.

Phoenix Academy Maggie won, but felt a slight disappointment in her heart, wishing that hand would continue to cover her elbow.

She lightly pressed her lips together, quickly putting away that feeling, and asked, "Did you watch the Sword Immortal video last night?"

Because Aozawa often didn't play by the rules, entering the classroom just as the bell rang, Phoenix Academy Maggie hadn't had a chance to chat with him before class.

What was it that caused the delay for this person?

Phoenix Academy Maggie didn't care to know, as she could already guess from Ayatsuki Iroha's blushing expression that they hadn't done anything good in private.

Damn, this is school.

Just thinking about Ayatsuki Iroha hurriedly running in before class made Phoenix Academy Maggie's gaze become particularly cold, her expression tinged with a bit of chilliness.

Without any restraint, exchanging saliva in the school was a severe violation of the school's regulations, and she truly wanted to report it to Discipline Committee Kyoichiro Furusawa to purge such undesirable trends.

Of course, for Phoenix Academy Maggie, who hadn't experienced such things, exchanging saliva on campus was considered the most daring act she could imagine, anything beyond that was beyond her imagination.

"Of course, I've watched it."

As Aozawa said this, he reached out and patted Hojo Tetsuji on the shoulder, "Tetsuji, your assignment is due."

Hojo Tetsuji, who was awoken, looked bewildered, his eyes clear but dumbfounded, "What assignment?"

"The assignment the national language teacher gave you, didn't you do it?"

Hojo Tetsuji slapped his forehead, remembering there was such a thing, and said, "Let me copy your assignment."

"My assignment isn't just any assignment."

Aozawa mocked, but still handed his assignment to Hojo Tetsuji.

This guy's future dream is to become a manga artist.

For him, studying had already become an excuse to be with Little Sayuri.

Aozawa wouldn't force him.

Although in this world ninety percent of people who claim they're not good at studying are just making excuses to be lazy, Hojo Tetsuji is definitely one of the very few who really has no aptitude for studying.

Aozawa was sure of this.

In Mike's English class, even though Hojo Tetsuji was not allowed to sleep in every class, his English grades still hadn't improved.

Natural idiots do exist too.

"Thanks."

Hojo Tetsuji took his assignment and started copying it.

Phoenix Academy Maggie narrowed her eyes, not continuing the previous topic and instead asking, "When did you become the class monitor?"

"The class monitor asked me to remind Hojo Tetsuji about his assignment."

"I see."

Phoenix Academy Maggie didn't turn her body, but looked back at the class monitor sitting in the front seat.

That person, wearing thick black-rimmed glasses, was also peeking over here. Seeing her gaze, he quickly turned his eyes forward, leaving only the back of his head for Phoenix Academy Maggie.

Such a guilty look made Phoenix Academy Maggie inwardly sneer.

Hojo Tetsuji had recently removed his sunglasses and got a very sunny buzzcut, looking like a handsome and spirited high school boy, not like the delinquent leader he used to be.

With such a positive image, the class monitor still refused to face him, making Phoenix Academy Maggie wonder if she just didn't want to face him, or was using this as an excuse to get close to Aozawa.

Existing rivals need attention, but potential rivals shouldn't be overlooked either.

Phoenix Academy Maggie didn't want to wait until potential rivals turned into real enemies before she started dealing with them.

This connection must be severed.

Phoenix Academy Maggie had an idea—to find a chance to talk to the class monitor later, taking the task of urging Hojo Tetsuji about his homework upon herself, preventing the monitor from using it as an excuse to contact Aozawa.

"Maggie, what are you looking at the class monitor for?"

"I just sensed someone looking from behind."

Phoenix Academy Maggie withdrew her eyes and continued the previous topic, "Do you think he's a Sword Immortal or an Envoy from the Different World?"

She wanted to hear this professional Angel Envoy's advice.

Aozawa spread his hands wide, "You can't judge anything just by watching the video."

"True."

Phoenix Academy Maggie just casually mentioned it, not really intending to get an accurate answer from Aozawa.

She smiled and said, "I hope he's unrelated to the Different World, that way the Eastern cultivation methods might be hidden in those artifacts.

Don't you think an immortal who cultivates step by step is more admirable than a natural-born envoy?"

"Given the choice between gaining power without any effort and working hard step by step to achieve the same strength, I'd choose the latter."

Aozawa shared his thoughts.

The same power can be easily obtained, so why choose to struggle step by step?

Phoenix Academy Maggie glared at him, "You have no spirit of hard work and struggle."

"That's slander. I'm a good guy who wants to bring happiness to everyone in modern times. Not every guy has this spirit of struggle."

"Oh, don't flatter yourself, you philanderer."

Phoenix Academy Maggie immediately showed a disgusted expression. Thinking of last night's dream, she patted Aozawa on the shoulder and coyly said, "Pervert."

Aozawa said righteously, "I'm just being responsible."

Phoenix Academy Maggie rolled her eyes at him, chose not to continue the topic, and instead shifted to discussing last night's meeting gains.

...

Time slowly passed.

Lian Cui Nan.

The negotiations about the Three Sacred Treasures haven't ended yet.

Rather than saying the two were negotiating, it was more like casual chatting.

Topics easily veered off path, sometimes jumping to philosophy, and from philosophy to Frans' views on the Different World and Dio.

Morimoto Chiyoda felt very bored, preferring time to pass in a busy state rather than sitting here listening to their chit-chat.

She was acting as Frans' assistant in this negotiation, or the one who pushed Frans to negotiate with Kochou.

As long as they hadn't finished talking, she, the assistant, couldn't leave, and had to pretend she was listening, her thoughts solely on the passing time.

At exactly eleven in the morning, Morimoto Chiyoda's previously lazy expression suddenly became serious.

This change made Kochou's heart skip a beat. Was this person finally going to apply pressure?

She maintained a smile on the surface, but her mind was already alert, ready to handle the opponent's rhetoric.

Morimoto Chiyoda said with full seriousness, "Professor Frans, it's already eleven, time to clock out for lunch."

Kochou almost couldn't keep her lips from twitching.

Professor Frans typed directly, "Miss Morimoto, you truly are a model civil servant, clocking out right on time without delay."

"That's certainly the case."

Morimoto Chiyoda shrugged, she didn't want to sit there listening to the idle chat beyond clock-out time, she just wanted to eat, relax, and choose to take a nap.

Kochou quickly adjusted her mindset, smiled slightly, and said, "Why don't you two stay here for lunch?

There's Chinese food and Western food, whatever you want."

"No need to trouble the Prime Minister; we'll eat outside."

Morimoto Chiyoda shook her head, stood up, and approached Frans' wheelchair, saying, "Prime Minister, you should know, the United States won't give up easily."

"Hmm."

Kochou replied with a smile, making it impossible to see what she was planning inside.

Morimoto Chiyoda glanced at her, not wanting to guess at her thoughts, and grasped Frans' wheelchair, turning it to push him outside.

...

Leaving Lian Cui Nan, the bright sunshine made the floor glitter, pine trees arranged neatly, forming curves as graceful as a hill in the shrubbery.

The surroundings were very spacious, making the air seem very quiet.

Morimoto Chiyoda pushed Frans towards the van parked not far away, its large space convenient for a wheelchair-bound injured person.

The car door closed, and the driver was a CIA employee.

Frans didn't need to mind anything, typing with both hands, "Getting Kochou to hand over the Three Sacred Treasures is no easy matter, that woman is very tricky."

"You should have a way to accomplish the task, right?"

Morimoto Chiyoda glanced at his computer screen.

Frans typed a reply, "There is a way, but the cost is too great, not worth it.

Better to let both parties cooperate to study whether the Three Sacred Treasures contain power."

Frans was against the cultural artifacts research plan, but didn't mind Japan spending money to research them, with the United States making no contribution yet ready to reap the benefits.

But this requires the United States to pretend to have proprietary desires, putting on this front, then letting Kochou negotiate, creating an illusion of the United States conceding.

The old trick of bluffing, but it's effective.

"I will write a plan to submit later."

His fingers paused, Frans continued typing, saying aloud, "I am writing a national strategy plan while recovering, could you deliver it to the President?"

"Such thankless tasks, don't ask me to do them."

"If I send privately, it might be intercepted, I need to use CIA's network."

Frans seemed aware Morimoto Chiyoda was looking at his screen, even deliberately sending a pitiful sticker, very vivid.

Morimoto Chiyoda saw his earnest expression and almost laughed.

The renowned professor actually sent such a cute sticker.

Morimoto Chiyoda shrugged and said, "Alright, send the plan to my account first.

I'll take a look, then forward it to the President."

"Never mind."

Frans immediately refused, his plan could be shown to Jack, but not to Japanese people.

Morimoto Chiyoda squinted slightly, this guy is up to no good.