Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 141 - 63: Let me test your IQ

Chapter 141: Chapter 63: Let me test your IQ

"Does it hurt?" Minamoto Tamako asked.

"It doesn’t hurt." Fushimi Roku said with a stiff face.

Foot massages were introduced to Japan as far back as the Tang Dynasty and developed into "Soku-shin-do." In the 90s, an international seminar on the Juku Stone Health Method was held in Tokyo, bringing foot health reflexology to the forefront internationally... So Japan also has the saying "the place that hurts indicates a deficiency."

Even if it’s not widely circulated, Fushimi Roku refuses to admit defeat.

Generally speaking, large Japanese families place great emphasis on social status and reputation. Daughters are primarily taught etiquette, music, dance, painting, literature, and other refined arts and cultural knowledge, aiming to cultivate them into ladies of extraordinary demeanor and elegant speech... Professions like foot massage, typically seen as physical labor of serving others, were naturally not on Tamako’s curriculum.

But it must be said, Kujo Yua’s "elite daughter" education undoubtedly failed.

Minamoto Tamako does not reject physical labor and has no social bias regarding personal career choices, as seen from her running away from home to train at the police academy to become a patrol police officer... If anything, the salary of a foot massage lady in a bubble bath is higher than that of a patrol police officer.

Furthermore, while working at the koban, Tamako handled even dirtier and more tiring chores than this.

For example, helping residents retrieve keys dropped down the sewer, cleaning up the stinky trash left in the hallway by the guy living in an abandoned house, pushing carts for elderly people with mobility issues... So never underestimate a patrol police officer! She’s truly implementing her beliefs in action! Although the job isn’t as glamorous as imagined, she never thought of quitting!

——Lazy criminal police pests, eat my righteous attack!!

Minamoto Tamako had no actual massage techniques, only pure personal revenge. After applying pressure for a long time, her small hands felt a bit sore, so she finally eased up, feeling her mind clear and her body relaxed.

Fushimi Roku, head lowered, pondered to himself that Tamako the masseuse really lacks professionalism. In a previous life, he definitely would’ve given a five-star review, even if the masseuse was cute! There’s no service spirit, making him spend money in vain?

For the sake of future health, happiness, and enjoyment of life, he felt it necessary to properly instruct Minamoto Tamako, teaching her what "the customer is God" means.

Earlier, he held back, waiting for this moment when Minamoto Tamako would ease up.

"Not bad, the strength is just right. I didn’t expect you to have such talent, Tamako!" Fushimi Roku said with a smile.

Praised, Minamoto Tamako felt great, but she also thought excelling at giving foot massages wasn’t exactly worth boasting about, especially since her original intention was to teach Mr. Fushimi a lesson, so she curbed her upward-curving mouth and said, "It’s just okay, pretty average."

"Hmm... true, definitely average, too much force, poor attitude, and no prior preparation or relaxing massage..."

Fushimi Roku kept picking faults, and seeing Minamoto Tamako’s small face grow increasingly displeased, with her lips pouting high, he thought the timing was about right, then shifted his tone: "But for a newcomer, it’s already quite good. I originally expected your performance to be better and even ordered a Charlotte buffet mini cake..."

Minamoto Tamako’s eyes lit up; she hadn’t had a dessert for a long time. To be precise, since joining the koban, she hadn’t tasted high-end sweets.

Moreover, the one Fushimi Roku ordered was her favorite winter-exclusive Charlotte mini cake! Her perfect favorite! The flavor is unforgettable to anyone who tastes it! She was almost drooling from desire, her small face clearly showing the words "I want it."

"Sadly, tonight’s performance didn’t meet the standard, so no cake," Fushimi Roku withdrew his feet to prevent Minamoto Tamako from continuing any personal revenge: "Maybe next time. Perform well, and I’ll reward you."

"What?!"

Minamoto Tamako looked incredulous. If he didn’t plan on giving it, why mention it? Mr. Fushimi must be doing it on purpose!

But she really craved the mini cake and couldn’t help but ask Fushimi Roku what counted as "performing well." He thought for a moment, then said, "If you make me feel comfortable, it’s a good performance."

Minamoto Tamako found it rather unreliable.

What if she put in all her effort to serve, and Mr. Fushimi still claimed she didn’t perform well? Wouldn’t it be all for nothing?

And last time, Mr. Fushimi tricked her the same way, saying that as long as she "performed well enough," he would stop being petty and become a sunny boy... Hmph! Detective Yuzi won’t fall for the same trick twice!

She had already humbled herself to massage Mr. Fushimi’s feet, and here he was, dangling a carrot on a stick as if she were a mule! Does he really think she’s that easy to fool?

Seeing Minamoto Tamako standing there expressionless, with the look of a stunned pink rabbit, Fushimi Roku guessed what she was thinking.

Unexpectedly, this little lady’s brain could catch on pretty quickly.

"How about this, starting tomorrow, I’ll give you a foot massage too," Fushimi Roku suggested: "We’ll score each other, and as long as your score is higher than mine, I’ll reward you with a cake."

Minamoto Tamako felt tempted, but she still sensed a trap: "What’s the scoring standard?"

"There’s no standard, just score based on feeling," Fushimi Roku, drying his feet, said: "How about it? Fair, right? I’m not getting your labor for free, and I’m even giving you a prize!"

Hearing this, Minamoto Tamako felt a bit embarrassed.

She reflected, wondering if she had thought of Mr. Fushimi too badly? Even though she agreed to give Mr. Fushimi a foot massage, she actually sought personal revenge, which really wasn’t right!

"O-okay then..."

Minamoto Tamako agreed softly, carrying the water basin to pour the water out.

Fushimi Roku lay back on the sofa, continuing to watch TV, thinking that this little girl was still too naive... In the end, wouldn’t the scoring be entirely up to his conscience? Even using only his rear to think, he knew Minamoto Tamako would score fairly, while he clearly made much more use of his conscience than she did.

But before he could gloat too long, Minamoto Tamako came back.

She held two rolls of paper, sat down on the sofa, and said she had encountered a salesman while jogging. The person gave her an IQ test for free and recommended a master lecture to boost intelligence...

"You didn’t believe it, right?"

Fushimi Roku narrowed his eyes, having heard about similar "masters" in his previous life who claimed to train child prodigies, read quantum speed-reading, unlock enlightenment with qigong, or absorb the universe’s energy waves... such people basically collected intelligence taxes.

"I didn’t know if what he said was true, and besides, I don’t have the spare money to sign up... that’s not the point, the point is I also got an IQ test for you! At least the test is an official Wechsler Adult Intelligence Scale, and I’ve never taken it before!"

Minamoto Tamako was eager to try; she had a slight competitive streak. As Detective Sherlock Tamako, how could her intelligence be lower than that of Fushimi Watson?

Mr. Fushimi always unintentionally showed a "I’m smarter than you" arrogance, which made her always secretly fume. From the reasoning games in the art class, she wanted to prove herself, but never found the right opportunity and kept being suppressed by Mr. Fushimi...

Now, she finally had her chance!

Come on! This IQ test must prove she’s the true Sherlock Tamako!!