Tokyo, Ikebukuro.
At a live performance of an unnamed band, a lead singer with short grey hair was singing that song that became a human anthem.
Whether she was putting her life on the line was hard to tell for now, but she was definitely putting her heart and soul into it.
“To be honest, the live version of Haruhikage does sound a bit better.”
Below the stage, Makoto thought to himself.
Of course, besides enjoying the girl band’s performance, there were things at the scene that interested him, a transmigrator, even more.
Just a few meters away, Toyokawa Sakiko was staring fixedly at the stage, her petite body trembling uncontrollably.
Tears welled in her eyes, impossible to hold back, as if she were looking at the enemy who killed her father.
Finally, at the moment the climax of “Haruhikage” hit, the eldest daughter of the Toyokawa family could no longer hold back.
She burst into tears and fled in panic like a stray dog, looking utterly pathetic.
“The 2D world really is great; you can see all sorts of rare things.”
Makoto finally couldn’t hold it in and let out a short laugh.
He wasn’t gloating over Toyokawa Sakiko’s misfortune; he simply found it interesting to witness a famous scene from MyGO with his own eyes.
As a transmigrator, he was always keen on satisfying that bit of dark humor at times like this.
He watched as ‘Saki-sensei’ ran away in tears, then silently withdrew his gaze.
He looked toward Wakaba Mutsumi not far away, a flash of admiration in his eyes.
Pale green hair, delicate features, and cool-toned porcelain skin—this childhood friend of Toyokawa Sakiko was just as some people online described her: like a meticulously protected yet also constrained doll, making one want to cherish and hug her upon seeing her.
Mutsumi-chan is really beautiful.
Thinking this, Makoto walked up to her side.
“Miss Wakaba?”
“…”
Having been immersed in her worry for Saki, Wakaba Mutsumi snapped out of it upon hearing the stranger’s approach.
A faint look of surprise appeared in her pale gold eyes.
It wasn’t a boy her age, but a young man of about twenty.
He had a mature temperament, black hair, and black eyes—something quite rare in this world where hair and eye colors were generally colorful.
“Are you Miss Wakaba Mutsumi?”
“…I am.”
The young man maintained a perfectly polite social smile.
“It really is you.
I’ve been a fan since you debuted as a child star.
As a fan, I wonder if I might have the chance to have dinner with you.”
“…”
“Miss Wakaba, how about we just consider it making a friend?”
That was a lie.
Being a fan was just an excuse.
He just thought Mutsumi-chan had a pretty face and wanted to hit on her.
Whether it worked or not was another matter; he wouldn’t lose anything by trying.
He wasn’t some green sixteen or seventeen-year-old virgin; he wasn’t so thin-skinned that he couldn’t take the initiative to talk to a beautiful girl.
Wakaba Mutsumi looked at him in silence.
Just as Makoto’s patience was about to run out, she finally shook her head slowly.
It was a very blunt rejection.
“What a pity.”
He didn’t feel embarrassed or annoyed.
After giving her a polite nod, Makoto left the live house.
Wakaba Mutsumi refused.
But that didn’t mean her parents would refuse.
There would be plenty of opportunities in the future.
Leaving the lively atmosphere of the live house, he stepped into the bustling twilight of Tokyo’s Ikebukuro.
The neon lights of theme stores and game centers were already lit.
Beneath giant posters of idol groups, many girls carrying instruments had gathered.
The excited chatter in the air mixed with the aroma from fast-food restaurants.
The spring sunlight was gradually sinking into the shadows of the night.
Makoto looked up at the sky, feeling the beauty of being alive.
He had transmigrated to this world over three months ago.
He couldn’t remember how he transmigrated; he only remembered that as soon as he arrived in this world, it was a perilous start in outer space!
In space, life or death is decided in a single minute.
Body swelling, body fluids boiling, brain lacking oxygen…
Recalling those incredibly thrilling dozens of seconds, Makoto still felt a lingering fear.
Fortunately, his Golden Finger activated in time; otherwise, he really would have died in space.
After coming to this world’s Earth, Makoto discovered it was actually a slice-of-life crossover world, a mix of many slice-of-life anime he had watched.
Not only were there girl bands full of talented individuals, but also Sobu High School, Toyonosaki, Shuchiin Academy…
What else was there to say?
He decisively settled in Tokyo, Japan!
He was going to pick up 2D beautiful girls!
As for the issue of identity and household registration, Makoto found a Yakuza path through the Chiba Hiratsuka Group.
Such things are easy to handle if you give enough money.
His current identity was an ethnic Chinese whose parents were both deceased.
He had inherited a large legacy from relatives in his hometown and bought a floor in a high-end duplex riverside apartment in Roppongi.
No academic degree.
No job.
Wealthy, and currently dating a high school girl.
“Makoto-kun, I’m out of school!”
A girl’s sweet, smiling voice came from behind him.
A very cute-looking girl with long honey-colored hair tied in a high ponytail hugged his arm affectionately.
Two Haneoka students walking with her were surprised.
“Kei-chan, this is…”
“Ah, this is my boyfriend.”
Karuizawa Kei was a bit shy, but she still pulled his arm while introducing the friends she had made at school to Makoto, earning the curious gazes of the two tenth-grade girls.
After her friends left, Karuizawa Kei clung even tighter, wishing she could hang onto him entirely.
Her eyes were practically dripping with sweetness.
It was clear she was indeed deeply in love.
It seemed she had stepped out from the shadow of the bullying in her middle school days.
“Didn’t you say you were practicing instruments at school after class?
Why did you come here?”
“They said learning an instrument is for performing lives, and they wanted me to experience the atmosphere of a live myself, so they brought me here…
I have to say, the band atmosphere at Haneoka High is really strong.”
I have to say, the color scheme of Haneoka’s uniform is really weird!
“Let’s go eat.”
Since he hadn’t managed to get a date with Wakaba Mutsumi, he would take his little girlfriend instead; the reservation was already made.
Makoto, who was determined to build a massive harem in this world, thought without any psychological burden.
Karuizawa Kei naturally couldn’t guess her boyfriend’s thoughts.
Her eyes lit up, and she leaned against him, cheering softly, “Yay!
The Mont Blanc at that place last time was so delicious; I’ve been wanting to eat it again.”
But then her surprised cheer faded.
“Makoto-kun.”
“Hmm?”
“Eating there…
won’t it be very expensive?”
Karuizawa Kei was a girl who needed to “parasitize” a strong person to survive.
She needed protection and a sense of security.
She needed someone to tell her through practical actions: everything from the past bullying was over.
But this didn’t mean Karuizawa Kei was a gold-digger.
If she was with her boyfriend, even if it was just simple food every day, she would be perfectly content.
“I suppose it’s expensive.”
“Then…
then how about we go home to eat?
There are so many things to do in the future; it’s not good to spend money recklessly.”
Noticing the trace of unease in Kei’s eyes, Makoto took the girl’s soft, warm hand, feeling that she was indeed like in the Classroom of the Elite plot—once she committed to someone, it felt like raising a well-behaved, clingy Golden Retriever.
“There’s still plenty of money at home.
Besides, you don’t need to worry about me squandering my fortune; I have my own ways of making money.”
Makoto looked at the air in front of him.
It was a data panel that only he could see.
[Name: Makoto]
[Race: Human]
[Spirit: 15]
[Constitution: 22]
[Energy: 0]
[Skills: None]
[Passive: Jumper]
[Remaining Points: 0]
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