Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 228 - 149 Evil Chant: Scumbag Edition

Chapter 228: Chapter 149 Evil Chant: Scumbag Edition

Fushimi Roku felt his facial muscles were a bit stiff; he hadn’t put on such a strong smile in a long time. Usually, a slight smile was enough to appease the believers, but considering the mess he was in right now, he had no choice but to smile.

When Minamoto Tamako uttered those seven words, "I want to hear you say it yourself," Fushimi Roku was already weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

If he were to break with Minamoto Tamako, the little nest egg at home certainly wouldn’t hold up. It’s possible that she’s already searched through his room and is now coming with answers to ask questions;

Secondly, without the cover of being a good partner, Minamoto Tamako is likely to come to her senses and secretly investigate him as the prime suspect. When that happens, his leisure days would be over.

He’s certainly not like Kazama Tatsuya, who became an accomplice just for his daughter... Fushimi Roku knows in his heart whether he deserves leniency outside the law.

Lastly, there’s the issue with Kujo Yua. If Minamoto Tamako complains to her mother, Kujo Yua will definitely go all out against him without hesitation. The department head won’t grant him special vacation privileges; even if he stays at the police station, it would be toiling like an ox and horse. The Inakawa Association might even add insult to injury, accusing him of accepting bribes, leaving him with no choice but to go rogue...

Of course, there’s also the least important small reason: Minamoto Tamako cried in front of him.

Fushimi the kind-hearted old man can’t stand seeing girls cry.

In summary, after weighing his options, Fushimi Roku decided it wasn’t worth falling out with Minamoto Tamako over this small matter.

After returning home, Fushimi Roku resolutely reflected. How could he not handle a small Minamoto Tamako when he boasts Level 7 social skills?

It’s time to let her see some real social maneuvering!

Fushimi Roku thus began to carry out the Evil Chant: Scumbag Version, intending to take Minamoto Tamako by storm, turning her into a zealous believer, utterly devoted... washing clothes, running errands, and cleaning would be mere tasks. At the very least, she should not feel compelled to act against him!

In his mind, he swiftly turned the pages of the "Minamoto Tamako User Guide," showcasing the perfect image Minamoto Tamako desired, planning to first placate her, then gradually brainwash her.

It’s time to unleash my damn charm...

Fushimi Roku beamed with a smile, standing behind Minamoto Tamako, unfurling the napkin with a swift motion. He gently nudged her shoulder with a single hand; she had seen the world in high-end restaurants and instinctively leaned toward the chair back. Fushimi Roku slightly bowed, helping her tuck in the napkin.

When Minamoto Tamako realized it, she got goosebumps.

Such cringiness!!

What on earth is this guy doing?

Could it be that the cult actually has some doctrine, directly reforming Mr. Fu Jian’s personality?

Taira Sakurako also widened her eyes, scrutinizing Fushimi Roku up and down, pondering over what medicine this guy took... Could it be he mistook Jun’s deworming medicine for candy?

The dining table was full of dishes, but Minamoto Tamako dared not pick up her chopsticks. She stirred her rice with a spoon, confirming there was no broccoli hidden underneath, feeling a bit relieved.

"Eat up," Fushimi Roku sat opposite her, speaking in a gentle tone: "It won’t taste good once it gets cold."

Upon hearing this, Taira Sakurako whistled, and Jun came over wagging his tail eagerly. She casually tossed a piece of meat under the table, which Jun caught mid-air with his mouth, happily munching it.

The three looked down to see Jun still lively, half-sitting on the ground, waiting for Taira Sakurako to continue feeding him.

Fushimi Roku was internally frustrated; this brat’s loyalty was elsewhere. After all his hard work cooking, Sakurako actually suspected him of drugging the food... Indeed, she’s not a biological sister, after all, she harbors doubts!

Yet, he maintained a smile on the surface, casually feeding Jun a piece of meat as though he were helping out, keeping the dining room atmosphere jovial and harmonious.

Currently, Minamoto Tamako didn’t want to delve into the cold war and disappearance issues; she was only worried about whether Mr. Fu Jian’s mental state was compromised.

"Truly a change for the better?" she tentatively asked.

Fushimi Roku nodded, restraining his smile, revealing a repentant look: "Yes, I’ve reflected thoroughly. Since graduating from police academy, my attitude toward you has indeed been too harsh... How could I behave this way as a good partner? I fully understand your grievances now; I just want to make up for it and seek your forgiveness."

Minamoto Tamako was stunned, her springy hair standing in awe, wondering if her efforts over this period had finally borne fruit. Back then, Mr. Fu Jian promised that "if she performed well, he’d become a sunny, cheerful big boy"... Wasn’t this a ploy to mislead her?

Such conniving rascal!

She recalled a small story she read in a social charity book, which was about an ungrateful little brat who constantly argued with his parents. One day, the brat ran away from home, his belly rumbling from hunger. A kind-hearted ramen shop owner offered him a free bowl of ramen, and the kid was deeply moved, praising the ramen owner for being more considerate than his parents. The ramen owner then wisely said, "Your parents have given you free meals for so many years, yet you don’t appreciate them, while I only made a bowl of noodles, and you’re so grateful..."

After listening, the brat had a revelation, promptly returned home to apologize to and thank his parents for their nurturing, becoming a filial child, and the family lived happily ever after.

Minamoto Tamako suspected Mr. Fu Jian also experienced hardship outside; in the cult, surely no one pampered him. Away from a lazy life, he finally cherished her... Humph, serves him right!

In her mind, she felt both gratified and proud, thinking it might not be impossible to forgive Mr. Fu Jian. But due to face-saving reasons, this matter mustn’t be raised by her. Minamoto Tamako pretended not to care, while in reality, she said very deliberately: "I see, I’m not such a petty person... But doesn’t someone still owe me an apology?"

Fushimi Roku thought the plot development wasn’t quite as he imagined. Shouldn’t Minamoto Tamako be expressing gratitude, hugging his thigh, saying: "Mr. Fu Jian is the best," "I also have my faults," "Let’s get along well hereafter"... Why was she starting to make demands?

Hadn’t he already apologized at the factory? So now it’s about settling scores after autumn?

Fushimi Roku steadied his face, maintaining a smile, speaking sincerely: "I was wrong before. I shouldn’t have thrown a tantrum over such a small matter, nor should I have deliberately given you the cold shoulder, or ignored messages... Also, suddenly disappearing was very wrong; I was gravely mistaken, and I hope you can forgive me."

According to Fushimi Roku’s expectation, Minamoto Tamako should have expressed forgiveness, going with the flow, saying: "Since we’re good partners, of course, I won’t be so petty..." After all, tolerance is a virtue, and Minamoto Tamako, being the future famous detective and police chief, shouldn’t be holding onto a partner’s mistakes tightly.

However, this time, the "Minamoto Tamako User Guide" suddenly failed.

The Yuzi Beast seemed to have mutated during his absence, making it hard for him to understand her thoughts... Minamoto Tamako sported an all-knowing look, pouting and humming, unclear whether in happiness or displeasure.

"Actually, before graduating from the police academy, your attitude wasn’t particularly good either," she continued.

"That’s certainly true..." Fushimi Roku’s smile became somewhat strained.

"Furthermore, your attitude towards seniors was also quite poor." Minamoto Tamako grew increasingly cheerful; she held her rice bowl with her left hand, her right was already picking up food with chopsticks.

"I’ll strive to improve..."

"How can you merely ’strive’? You must ’definitely’ change these bad habits!" Minamoto Tamako earnestly instructed.

Fushimi Roku couldn’t tolerate it anymore.