Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street
Chapter 70

After finishing lunch with the Akiyama sisters, the clouds in the sky grew even darker.

The remaining break time was only about twenty minutes, and Shuichi, feeling bored and not wanting to sit idly in the classroom, decided to visit the infirmary. He thought he could chat with Teacher Hajime and build a better rapport.

However, when he arrived at the infirmary, he found that Naomi wasn't there. Instead, it was Sumire sitting on the bed, intently scrolling through her phone.

"Why is the teacher here again? Didn't you say you were going to rest properly? Is your illness still not better?" Shuichi's voice suddenly rang out, startling Sumire. She hurriedly locked her phone and stuffed it into her pocket, sitting up straight.

"I'm not lying. I'm just used to taking my break here." Sumire responded.

"Really?" Shuichi asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Really." Sumire replied confidently, but then she seemed to realize something and shot him an irritated look. "Who exactly is the teacher here, and who’s the student?"

"Well, since I have your weakness in my hands, you have no choice but to listen to me." Shuichi smiled and then sat in Naomi's office chair.

Seeing the look of frustration on Sumire's face, he raised an eyebrow. "By the way, do you really like this place? Is there some nice memory here?"

Sumire's body stiffened for a moment, but she quickly relaxed, casually brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. The subtle movement revealed a hint of charm.

"What nice memories? What are you talking about? It's just that there's a bed here, it's convenient for a nap," She replied nonchalantly.

"I see..." Shuichi didn’t call her out on the lie but allowed his gaze to wander over her in a rather bold manner.

When Sumire seemed on the verge of exploding, he suddenly spoke up, "Could I borrow your phone for a moment?"

"No!" Sumire immediately tensed up, her response sharp.

"That reaction..." Shuichi smiled slyly, "It’s quite interesting, I think I’ve figured something out."

"There's nothing to figure out!" Sumire glared at him in frustration.

"Well, teacher," Shuichi leaned in slightly, his voice lowering, "I’m sure you wouldn’t want your little secrets to get out, right?"

"You... I thought you were a decent person. I even felt guilty for wrongfully accusing you earlier." Sumire said, her face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

"That’s a bit unreasonable, don’t you think?" Shuichi spread his hands innocently. "I’m just borrowing your phone to get Hajime-sensei’s contact info. Why does that make me a bad person?"

"What do you need her contact information for?" Sumire asked suspiciously. This student was so unpredictable, it was enough to drive her crazy.

"I was thinking about the shopping street where my teacher has also been, and there are quite a few vacant shops. So, I wanted to ask Hajime-sensei if she might want to open a pharmacy or something there." Shuichi said directly, not hiding anything.

"There's no way she would go. She's doing well as the school nurse, why would she quit?" Sumire shot down the idea immediately.

"Well, it's worth a try. I’m not saying there has to be a result. I just thought I’d let Hajime-sensei know about it. In case something changes in the future, it could be something she might consider... or maybe she can recommend a suitable student or friend to open a pharmacy there, no problem either."

Seeing that Shuichi was just casually suggesting things without expecting anything in return, Sumire had nothing more to say. She took out her phone, unlocked the screen. "Then I’ll send her contact info to you..."

Before she could finish, the light in the room seemed to dim for a moment. When she looked up, the lighting had returned to normal.

She suspiciously glanced at Shuichi, who was still sitting calmly in his chair, as though he hadn't moved at all. "Did you peek?"

"No, absolutely not! No idea about any methods for making things bigger or smaller, I know nothing about that." Shuichi said, shaking his head with a serious expression, completely denying it.

Sumire's face immediately turned red, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame and anger. She couldn’t believe that a student had caught her searching for such things…

This is unbearable!

Her image as a teacher was probably completely ruined now, right?

"Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. How about you take my phone?" Shuichi said as he handed his phone over.

"Records of what a boy browses on his browser are absolutely confidential. If the teacher gets hold of it, she could use it to blackmail me. This way, I wouldn't have to worry about my past mistakes, right?"

Upon hearing this, Sumire was immediately tempted. She slowly raised her head, swallowing hard as though she had heard the devil’s temptation, subconsciously reaching out her hand.

But soon, she was struck by a sense of guilt. This was wrong! How could she use a student's secret against them and threaten them like this?

"It’s fine. I just secretly looked at the teacher’s phone. This would be an equal exchange, so you don’t have to worry," Shuichi’s voice was uncertain, as if it really contained some magical power. Sumire finally couldn’t resist the temptation and shakily reached out to take the phone he offered.

With this, her image as a teacher could be saved, and she wouldn’t be blackmailed by the student anymore. She could return to her previous life and continue her peaceful career as a teacher…

All the nightmares would disappear like fleeting illusions in an instant.

As Sumire was thinking this, her expression suddenly changed. "You, get the lock screen off right now! You brat!"

Shuichi couldn’t help but laugh out loud, "Teacher, you're really cute."

"Cute my foot! You little brat!" Sumire was so angry, she was about to explode.

"Uh... it seems like I came back at the wrong time?" At the door of the infirmary, Naomi, who had just returned from the bathroom, was hesitating as she looked at the two of them.

The teacher really is cute…

As expected, Sumire-chan and this student have a special relationship…

"No, Hajime-sensei, you came back at the perfect time. Nagase-sensei forced me to give her my phone so she could check my browser history." Shuichi shamelessly played the victim and reported first.

"You were the one who secretly looked at my phone and then handed your own phone to me!" Sumire was so angry her teeth itched. "You told me to look at it, but then wouldn’t unlock the screen!"

"So... you really want to see Chiba-kun's browser history?" Naomi blinked, teasing her with a mischievous tone.

"..." Sumire was instantly speechless, her face turning bright red. She threw herself onto the bed, burying her head in the pillow, pretending to be an ostrich.

This little "daughter-like" gesture only made Naomi more certain of her suspicions. She wondered if she should try to advise her.

Although it's a university and the atmosphere is more liberal than before, with many similar things happening and being made public, it’s still hard to be fully accepted by the mainstream, right?

The two of them probably wouldn’t end up together.

"Nagase-sensei, there's no need to do that. I'm sitting in the chair opposite you, and the distance to the bed is quite far. How could I possibly see your phone screen? It would take lightning speed!" Shuichi laughed, watching the "ostrich" ass.

"Really?" Sumire poked her head out slightly. Her glasses were askew, and her hair was a bit messy, but she looked more charming than if she were being serious.