"Stop talking, I already feel like my life is pathetic."
"Is it too late to be reborn? I want to be reborn into the Akiyama family."
"President's mom wouldn't want a useless and messy daughter like you."
At this moment, An, holding a lunchbox, returned. Seeing the three figures, she immediately tightened her face and frowned slightly. "What are you guys arguing about? It's disturbing others."
"Ah, sorry..." The three of them immediately quieted down.
"Don't be like this, An-chan. Your classmates are so cute, and they speak so nicely. Mommy really loves listening to them." Mrs. Akiyama teased.
An sighed. Her mom really was beyond help—she would forget everything once someone complimented her. Honestly.
Seeing the usually stern class president being subdued, the three girls immediately became lively again.
"Why have we never heard of the president's mom's ramen being so delicious before?"
"Yeah, yeah, if it weren't for your unlucky cousin suggesting it, we would have missed this life-changing moment."
"Is the turning point realizing your mom makes pig food, or realizing that you're being raised like a pig?"
Mrs. Akiyama, while busy, imitated what her eldest daughter had said the other day when discussing with Chiba-kun, speaking in a tone as if she had seen through the realities of life, "Just because something tastes good doesn't mean it will become popular. That's how the world works."
"That's true..."
"Then, should we go back to school and help promote it?"
"Are you stupid? It's so far from the school. The students can't come here every day to eat, and it would just cause trouble for the president and the class president."
"That's right. With the president's and class president's popularity, there will definitely be people coming to bother them every day."
"Then what good ideas do you two smart ones have?"
"Heh, well, they're better than yours. Have you ever heard of the TRY Ramen Awards?"
"No."
"What is that?"
"The full name of the TRY Ramen Awards is Tokyo Ramen of the Year. It's dedicated to selecting the most popular ramen shops in Tokyo that have both taste and buzz in the past year."
"It sounds really impressive."
"That's decided then!"
"What does the president's mom think?"
Mrs. Akiyama, too focused on being happy from the compliments, instinctively nodded when she heard the question. "Sounds great."
"Then there's no problem. Anyway, with this taste, I'm sure we can win the grand prize."
"I've never eaten anything better than this."
"Does the president's mom have confidence?"
Mrs. Akiyama immediately puffed out her chest, full of confidence. "No problem at all."
The three of them gathered together, starting to research the registration process on their phones.
An, watching from the side, was stunned. Her mom was doomed—she would definitely get scolded by her sister when she got back.
Thinking of this, she left her work behind and quickly ran next door to find Shuichi.
…..
Shuichi was at home playing video games to digest his meal. When he saw An running over in a hurry, he thought something was wrong. But after listening to her fragmented account, he immediately started laughing.
"It's okay, this is a good thing. I was thinking before that your family should try to compete for the TABELOG champion, so switching to the TRY Ramen Awards is also a good choice."
"But mom will definitely regret it later, she's too lazy to correct the small mistakes in her methods." An was well aware of her mom's habits.
Shuichi shrugged, "Well, since your mom boasted about it in front of others, whether she does it or not isn't up to her anymore. Your sister will definitely keep an eye on her."
"Exactly... Mom is in trouble now," An thought sympathetically. She realized her mom really shouldn't say things like that recklessly.
"Actually, I was going to suggest this earlier. Since the beauty salon just opened, if your mom gets tired in the future, she should go there for a massage to relax. It's very effective for relieving fatigue." Shuichi said sincerely.
After all, he had personally tested it. Even massages like that counted!
Fumika, after having a massage from him, really felt refreshed and relaxed, inside and out.
Well, he felt the same way.
After all, such things could be considered mutual massage.
Just thinking about it is exhilarating. In the future, playing games at the beauty salon would not only be non-tiring but also help relieve fatigue—it's practically addictive.
And the fitness center... If he exercised there, it should also have a fitness effect, right? Sounds so fun. He really wants to try it out as soon as possible…
"Sigh..." An sighed. "If we really have to compete for that award, we'll have to redo the store's decoration and setup, right? Just thinking about it is so exhausting..."
Shuichi, hearing this, finally realized that she was actually worrying about herself, not Mrs. Akiyama.
He gave her a frustrated tap on her smooth forehead. An whimpered and swayed back and forth like she was acting cute.
…
After sending the little fool off, Shuichi leisurely enjoyed the rest of his afternoon. Around 8 PM, he received a LINE message from Sayuki, asking him to come over.
Shuichi immediately perked up. He rolled out of bed, grabbed a set of sportswear, changed, and went downstairs.
When he entered Sayuki's fitness center, Shuichi looked around with interest. The first floor, aside from the reception area near the entrance, had an open hall after passing a partition.
The hall was lined with fitness equipment, including aerobic machines like stationary bikes, treadmills, elliptical trainers, as well as a few dumbbells, barbells, and multi-functional training machines for anaerobic exercises.
There wasn't a lot of equipment, but it was well-spaced out and not crowded.
At this moment, Sayuki came down from upstairs. It seemed like she had just taken a shower. At that moment, a towel was hanging around her neck, and she was walking over while tying her hair.
"Ah, I'm late. It's such a pity I missed seeing Sayuki-san all sweaty and fragrant." Shuichi sighed with a face full of regret.
Sayuki shot him a glance. "Are you a pervert? Do you like the smell of sweat?"
"Of course not. It's just that, because it's your sweat, Sayuki-san, I'm interested." Shuichi said, his gaze shamelessly roaming over Sayuki's body.
Since she had been exercising indoors, Sayuki was wearing very little. The thin fabric of her yoga tank top exposed her shoulders and toned belly.
Her yoga shorts were even tighter, showcasing her beautiful body curves to the fullest.
Well, certain details and lines were not left out either.
"Where are you looking? Do you want to squat in front of me and take a closer look?" Sayuki squinted her eyes and spoke in a harsh tone.
"Is that okay?" Shuichi immediately showed a delighted expression and stepped forward.
Sayuki was stunned. Can't you tell if it's good or bad? Are you climbing up the ladder so easily?
As soon as Shuichi got close and was about to squat down, Sayuki took a step forward, and with a quick motion, she easily knocked him down to the ground by squeezing his arm.
"Sayuki-san is really enthusiastic, huh? You're already hugging me so tightly as soon as I arrive." Shuichi said, though he winced in pain, but kept talking.
"How about you just die in my arms?" Sayuki hummed lightly and applied some pressure with her arm.
"Not good," Shuichi decisively refused.
"Heh..."
Sayuki was about to mock him when Shuichi said, "I still choose to be strangled by Sayuki-san's thighs."
"You really... never forget your roots, huh?" Sayuki was speechless, and with a look of disdain, she tossed him onto the ground.
Shuichi, lying on the floor, didn't get up and instead rubbed his neck, saying, "I can't help it, I just love Sayuki-san's thighs."
Sayuki looked down at him, half-smiling and said, "Fine, today I'll give you a physical test. If you satisfy me..."
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