In his view, having money meant being able to do whatever he wanted; if he couldn’t, it just meant he didn’t have enough money.
This was something Haruto realized firsthand after becoming a Capitalist.
“Enough… that’s enough!” Keiko nodded hurriedly, her heart filled with shock.
“Hmm, bring more fruit and snacks too,” Haruto continued.
“Yes… I understand…” Keiko responded in a hurry.
My god!
Just how rich is this guy?
25,000 yen a bottle, and he ordered 50 bottles right off the bat?
That’s 1,250,000 yen, which is over 60,000 RMB!
The boys present couldn’t help but look at each other, their hearts filled with a sense of defeat.
“Is… is this guy really just a normal student?”
One boy couldn’t help but mutter in a low voice.
Spending over a million yen just like that—this kind of boldness in throwing money around couldn’t help but give the boys present a deep sense of frustration.
“We’re not even on the same level, brother. How can we win?” another boy sighed helplessly.
“Classmate Kurashiki Reina, um… it’s a bit of a mouthful. Can I just call you Reina-san?”
Seeing that the atmosphere was properly set, Haruto began his offensive.
“It’s… it’s okay.”
Kurashiki Reina was also momentarily shocked by Haruto’s grand gesture.
Although her mother, Kurashiki Reika, was also a high-level executive in a company, she would never throw money around like this; even Rena’s own daily living expenses had to be earned through part-time work as a Gravure Model.
“If there’s anything you want to eat, Reina-san, feel free to tell me~” Haruto said gently.
Reina responded with a smile, her favorability toward Haruto increasing by several points.
This guy is really to her taste!
Reina herself liked to use appearance as a standard for choosing a partner, prioritizing Handsome guys; Haruto was perfectly to her taste—Handsome and wealthy, a perfect candidate for a boyfriend.
“Reina-chan, I’m telling you, Haruto-kun must be interested in you. As soon as I told him today that Reina would be coming tonight, Haruto-kun came over, and he even drove a ferrari 488—that car is super cool!”
Kumon Keiko also provided an assist, whispering gigglingly into Reina-chan’s ear.
Hearing this, Haruto couldn’t help but give her a mental thumbs-up.
A bonus, he definitely had to give her a bonus!
After the joking, everyone sat around the KT room.
Naturally, what you do at a KT is sing.
With the lights flashing, everyone was eager to show off their voices.
However, at this moment, Haruto was a bit troubled.
He looked at the unfamiliar song titles on the screen in front of him, his brow furrowing slightly.
What are these songs?
The entertainment level of this world was quite backward; not only were there none of the famous anime or game works from his previous life, but even the songs were stuck in a very ancient era, with melodies and lyrics that had a stale feel to them.
“Sawamura-san, this song ‘In the Fields’ is very famous. You don’t mean to say you can’t even sing this, do you?”
At this time, those few male students seemed to have discovered something, as if they had finally found Haruto’s weakness.
Their faces showed triumphant and sarcastic expressions, and one of them was the first to provoke him.
Haruto rubbed his head.
It wasn’t just that he couldn’t sing it; he hadn’t even heard of this song from who-knows-what era. The source of this chapter is g.com.
The name sounded like something floating out of an old record.
But just then, Haruto inadvertently saw a guitar sitting on a shelf nearby.
His heart stirred, and with a slight upward curve of his lips, he said, “How about this, everyone? I’ll sing an original song for you, how does that sound?”
“Huh? Original? Do you think you’re a composer now?” One boy laughed exaggeratedly, his face full of disdain.
“Yeah, if you can’t even sing ‘In the Fields,’ you’d better not make a fool of yourself!” another boy chimed in, his eyes full of mockery.
Tsk, so I’m the clown?
Haruto didn’t care at all about the mockery from the boys.
He remembered that back in university, he had specifically studied guitar for two years to pick up girls, and his fingers had developed thick calluses from the strings.
Moreover, after transmigrating, his memories of the past had become clearer; he remembered the lyrics of some previously popular songs or the contents of novels very clearly, as if they were carved into his mind.
“Then I’ll give it a try.”
Although he spoke humbly, Haruto’s expression was full of confidence.
He picked up the guitar, sat on the sofa, and adjusted his posture to be in the most comfortable state.
His gaze also changed at that moment; the previous casualness and nonchalance disappeared, replaced by focus and dedication, as if the whole world consisted only of him and the guitar in his hands.
As the first note leaped from his mouth, that soft and slightly magnetic voice instantly echoed in the room.
Everyone present couldn’t help but widen their eyes.
The boys who were whispering and full of disdain also froze, their mouths slightly open, their expressions changing from mockery to shock.
“How… how is that possible!”
One boy couldn’t help but exclaim in a low voice.
As soon as he made a sound, his female companion glared at him fiercely, raised her hand and slapped him, and scolded in a low voice: “Shut up! Don’t disturb Haruto-kun’s performance!”
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