Chapter 256

"Let me check... Hmm... the most recent one seems to be in early May, is that alright?"

"I see."

I took a bite of the Miyazaki specialty meat roll rice bowl she handed me, the crisp sound vibrating through my bones. I chewed a few times and swallowed it. "Well, it should be fine, right?"

Today is the 19th, which means there are about two weeks left.

If a company orders a high-quality dress from him, with a two-week deadline, he will definitely dump everything he has on their head.

But this is a simple Cosplay Costume anyway, with almost no details; the techniques and skills used depend on his mood; the internal stitching error is negligible, not to mention a millimeter, even a centimeter is fine; even if there are one or two loose threads or skipped stitches, it's okay...

In summary, what kind of exaggerated details can you draw on images of 2D characters for their clothing? It's basically just color blocks with lace and a few lines—it's not difficult at all.

It's not like it's an anti-gravity skirt, something that defies the laws of physics, something you can just make casually.

As for how many sophisticated techniques will be used and how much perfection will be achieved, that depends on how much time he has left.

In any case, cosplayers at anime conventions, as long as their clothes and wigs are similar in color to the character and fit the role well enough, have already beaten most people—that is to say, they have already beaten most people right now.

Add to that Kitagawa Marin's looks and the makeup that followed, and he could almost tell she was a shoo-in for the final round even before he started working on her.

What's the rush?

"Well, I'll be going now, see you next time~" (Two,? Cold-hearted Er Yao SanO)

Kitagawa Marin stood at the entrance of Ikebukuro Station, waved to him, and then jogged into the station.

Bye-bye~

After watching her go inside, Sakurakoji Talent's expression darkened slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he strode towards the roadside carrying several bags.

They flagged down a taxi and rushed to the apartment.

Wait for me, 486-chan!

Upon arriving at his destination, he did not enter directly from the building entrance. Instead, he entered the Underground Street mall through the adjacent Underground Street, swiped his card to take the elevator upstairs, arrived at the studio he had just visited, put everything down, and then returned to the first floor.

His gaze swept straight to the business district on the side, and from afar, he spotted that adorable figure wearing headphones, head down, playing on her phone, nodding and swaying her head.

He had previously touched her head directly, startling her. After she took off her headphones, he apologized, "Sorry, 486-chan, I'm late!"

"Ah... it's Talent! Really, don't scare me like that!"

Anwa Subaru complained briefly, then their worry turned to joy. "It's okay, I didn't wait too long, and the internet speed here is pretty good."

She held up her phone, stuck her tongue out cutely to one side, and gave him a silly look, as if to tell him not to mind.

Ah~ Angel ~

Sakurakoji Talent seemed to be illuminated by a blinding light. She closed her eyes slightly, finding solace in her heart. If only all the girls in the world were like her... Never mind, no need to indulge in unattainable dreams.

"This is the apartment Momoka mentioned? It's quite impressive!"

Anwa Subaru's gaze swept across the lobby, which they had already looked through many times. "You live on the top floor here, right?"

"Yes, but we need to go somewhere else first... Follow me."

With a somewhat heavy heart, he led the way.

I wonder what that teacher will say to him later?

"Hey~ Mr. Talent ~"

A clear, crisp female voice, as cold as the room's color scheme, drifted out from within.

"Hi..."

"Lately, have you been treating me like a servant?"

"... How could that be?"

"After Miss Hoshino, you've found me another student? There won't be any more in the future, will there?"

"Hmm... it should be gone, right?"

"So, there should still be some 'meaningless' or 'unclear'?"

"..."

The teacher that Sakurakoji Talent found for Anwa Subaru was, of course, Yōkadō Sakuri. The place they were in now was also her room.

I found out a few days ago that she didn't have an appointment this afternoon, so I made an appointment with Anwa Subaru for this afternoon.

"Ha... Wo Yinyi Sanwu VII Jiuliuer Yueyi."

Yōkadō Sakuri sat upright on the pristine white sofa, arms crossed, and sighed, "Although I said I could ask for anything, please spare me this endless teaching load."

Seeing the slightly heavy atmosphere between the two, Anwa Subaru wisely remained silent, even though she had already recognized the other person as the rising young actress, Itō Sakuri.

Come to think of it, he did say that he and Itō Sakuri were acquaintances.

Unexpectedly, the teacher he was going to introduce to her was actually her.

However, what surprised Anwa Subaru even more was the layout and decoration of the house.

If you were to ask her what her first impression of this place was, it would be—white, a white that could temporarily blind one!

And cold! Cold that can instantly drop your body temperature by two degrees!

From the ceiling to the wooden floor, from the door to the walls, from the sofa to the artificial flower ornaments, from the picture frames to the cabinets... everything here, including the hostess's bluish-purple white hair, shows that she has an almost obsessive pursuit of the color white!

So, this is what Itō Sakuri is really like in private? She swallowed hard.

Chapter 304: The Punishment of Hoshino Ai.

"Well, let's put that aside for now. Can you tell me about the person next to you?"

He shifted his gaze to the side, where Hoshino Ai stood with her Hands raised, a vase on her head, leaning against the wall, looking at him with Hoshino Ai eyes.

He looks like he's being punished by standing in the corner.

However, seeing her "miserable" appearance, Sakurakoji Talent felt not pity, but rather a sense of satisfaction.

Upon seeing her, the memories sealed away in his heart instantly resurfaced, and the things he had deduced after being Ouka Mai came flooding back to his mind.

Speaking of which, he still has a score to settle with her.

He hasn't had much time since last week, and these past two days have been tough too, but even if he has to squeeze it in, he still wants to talk to her about what happened before!

Hoshino Ai! Who told you to steal my first kiss without even saying hello?!

How dare you play the victim with me?

He glanced Kokoro at Yōkadō Sakuri. If she knew that her student had stolen the first kiss of the person she liked, what would she become, what would she do to him...? How terrifying.

However, that's not the worst part...

Thinking about the new inferences that were just derived today, he didn't even want to say anything.

Compared to that, even losing my first kiss and my body doesn't seem like much...

"It's nothing, it's just that Miss Hoshino is really too clumsy, making the same mistake many times. I was just giving her a little punishment."

"I'm sitting here with my legs crossed, "Yōkadō Sakuri said casually, her tone revealing a hint of nonchalance.

It can be really frustrating for teachers when students are slow-witted.

An Anwa Subaru shrank back, their expressions exaggerated as they looked at Hoshino Ai, who was being punished in an awkward position. They wondered if she would have to...

"Please introduce me, who is this young lady?"

After venting her pent-up frustration, Yōkadō Sakuri finally turned her gaze to Anwa Subaru, her eyes filled with complex and resentful emotions.

"Actually, what I'm more unhappy about than you giving me more students is why it's always these young and beautiful kids?"

"Can't you respect my feelings? You're making me feel like a sucker lecturing my rival, Mr. Talent!"

As she spoke, she enunciated each word with force, her resentment almost bursting forth.

"..."

Sakurakoji Talent is beyond words.

He wanted to say that this wasn't true, and that he and they were just normal friends.

But because of Hoshino Ai, he can no longer firmly deny it.

"Eh? A love rival? No way!"

Instead of him, Anwa Subaru hurriedly waved their hands and explained, "Talent and I are just friends from the same band! It's not that kind of special relationship!"

Your quick and firm denial really hurt me, 486-chan...

Yōkadō Sakuri glanced at her in surprise. Unlike Hoshino Ai, who was a silly girl who couldn't hide her feelings, this girl didn't seem to be lying.

That's right. Hoshino Ai's feelings for Sakurakoji Talent were something she noticed just by casually asking him how he and Sakurakoji Talent knew each other... and she figured it out from his expression.

Lately, I've become increasingly fond of using corporal punishment on her, and I can't say that this isn't part of the reason—that goes without saying.

"Band?"

This was a word she had never heard before, and she looked at Sakurakoji Talent with a puzzled expression.

"Well, that's pretty much it... 486 is currently working part-time in a band, as the drummer, and I'm the Band Manager, which is why we're on good terms."

He downplayed the issue in his explanation.

"Ah~ I think I heard Rumin-san mention that you, Mr. Talent, are also very accomplished in music."

Yōkadō Sakuri recalled this incident, but remained puzzled.

"I don't know much about the music industry, but since you have talent, why not go into classical music and join a band?"

"You could say it's a hobby... I quite like rock music."

"Hey~ I see~"

Yōkadō Sakuri narrowed her eyes slightly, smiled simply, and looked at him meaningfully, "I've learned another private matter about you. Not bad."

"..."

The more people know about him, the more dangerous he becomes—he suddenly had this premonition.

"Oh, right! Subaru's full name is Anwa Subaru, and she's the granddaughter of Anwa Tendou- sensei!"

Only now did he begin to introduce the two of them.

Then, turning to Anwa Subaru, he pointed at her and said, "You should already know her; her stage name is Itō Sakuri, but her real name is Yōkadō Sakuri."

Anwa Subaru nodded solemnly and bowed to her with a serious expression. "Nice to meet you, Miss Yōkadō. Please take care of me!"

"Anwa's granddaughter, I look forward to your performance."

Yōkadō Sakuri stood up and shook hands with her.

"Well, my talents are far inferior to Grandma's, so please don't have too high expectations from the start."

"Hehe..."

Yōkadō Sakuri a dangerous smile, it was unclear whether she had taken it to heart.

"Alright! I'll accept it, Miss Anwa. Anyway, there's not much difference between teaching one and teaching two, but—"

Upon hearing the twist, Sakurakoji Talent was instinctively startled, wondering what request she was about to make.

Yōkadō Sakuri rubbed her fingers together like a fox, a sly smile on her face, "Benefits, right?"

"We need more..."

"What extra stuff? You haven't even given me the payment you promised last time. It's really discouraging!"

She lay languidly on the sofa, propping her beautiful cheek up with her hand.

Her reclining posture was alluring, with large expanses of her fair legs exposed, making one want to lift her short skirt to peek inside.

"I've read the script; it's a stage play, right? I've already finished the costumes for the male and Female Protagonist..."

"Hey? Is it done?! So fast?!"

Yōkadō Sakuri suddenly sat up, staring at him in shock.

Sakurakoji Talent's eyes subconsciously caught the key point. Hmm, he saw it, but it wasn't anything special, just so-so.

"Isn't it said that custom-made clothes usually take a long time to make?!"