Tokyo: Becoming the Perfect Male God Starting with a Rented Boyfriend

Chapter 15 Helping the Neighbor's Wife Repair Appliances

Sakura Ryou High School has a small, anonymous forum among students, which serves as a channel for students to exchange information.

Miyazawa Itsuki would occasionally log onto the forum to look up information left by senior students, thus learning about their evaluations of the teachers.

At the same time, the forum also frequently features posts that people dare not discuss openly, such as which girl on campus is the cutest, which girl has the biggest breasts, and which girl is the most suitable to be a mother, etc.

Since names cannot be mentioned, alternative names are used instead.

Sato He's nickname on the forum is "Forward," seemingly due to his heroic deeds in basketball games.

Emi Kobayashi had everyone give brief self-introductions and then elected class officers.

In the end, Asahina Omi was elected class president by a landslide, while Sato He and another girl were elected vice class presidents.

The former was somewhat surprised when he was selected, but seeing the enthusiastic atmosphere among his classmates, he still showed a helpless smile and didn't say anything.

After the class meeting, normal teaching resumed.

The day ended quickly, and Miyazawa Itsuki didn't manage to speak to Asahina again during that time.

The other party was already exhausted just dealing with the enthusiastic classmates.

Stylish and beautiful girls have a natural advantage in social situations.

The girls all hoped to improve their status in the class by taking advantage of Asahina's fame.

The boys also wanted to get to know Naomi and tried to get her LINE number, but they were all stopped by Sato He with a smile on his face.

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"Thank you for your hard work today, Ashu."

"No, that's not true. You're the one who's had a hard day. See you tomorrow."

After finishing his part-time job, Miyazawa Itsuki said goodbye to the store manager and returned to his rented apartment.

The elevator doors were wide open, and the moving boxes that had been lying in the hallway were nowhere to be found.

Miyazawa Itsuki walked past the door next door, wondering, "Have they already moved in?"

Just as he was about to return to his room, an accident occurred.

A strange explosion and a sharp, mournful cry suddenly came from inside the room.

"Eeya—"

Miyazawa Itsuki instinctively stopped in his tracks.

What happened? It looks like something exploded. Are the neighbors in danger?

Driven by his values, Miyazawa Itsuki couldn't leave it unattended.

"Hello? Is something wrong?" He rang the doorbell. "I'm Miyazawa, who lives next door. I just heard some noise. Do you need any help?"

After a while, the door was opened, and the first thing that came into view was a pair of magnificent peaks.

A disheveled woman stood in the doorway, her hair scorched at the temples, her face filled with shame and remorse.

"I'm so sorry to have startled you! I'm Yuuko Tsukimi, I just moved in today. This happened before I even had a chance to visit you, I really don't know what to say. But please rest assured, the noise was just a malfunction in my microwave, there was no fire, and it definitely won't cause you any trouble. I'm so, so sorry..."

The woman bowed deeply, her chestnut hair carrying a pleasant shampoo scent.

Miyazawa Itsuki, seeing Tsukimi Yuuko's face filled with shame and indignation, waved his hand and said, "It's good that you're alright. I just came to inquire about the situation, not to blame you. Besides, if it was a microwave oven malfunction, I know a bit about appliance repair..."

"Ah... are you worried about me?"

Yuko Tsukimi was stunned for a moment, then was so moved that she almost cried:

"...Thank you so much. My daughter and I just moved in, and we were worried about not being able to get along with our neighbors. We never imagined that our neighbor would be such a kind-hearted man like you..."

Putting aside her disheveled "makeup," Yuko Tsukimi is actually a very charming woman, estimated to be in her thirties, with a figure so stunning that even Itsuki Miyazawa didn't know how to look at her.

"If you'd like, could you let me check on things?"

That's what Miyazawa Itsuki said.

Microwave ovens are considered one of the more dangerous household appliances; if safety hazards aren't properly checked, they can easily cause a fire. He was doing this for his own sake.

"Okay, sure, of course! Please come in, I'll get you some slippers."

Yuko Tsukimi hurriedly rummaged through the shoe cabinet in the entryway, taking out indoor shoes for guests for Itsuki Miyazawa.

"Sorry to bother you."

As Miyazawa Itsuki said this, he changed his shoes and went into the room.

The room has two bedrooms and a living room, with a kitchen and a private bathroom. The warm-toned home decor adds a touch of homey atmosphere.

The house wasn't sparsely furnished, which was typical of when they first moved in. The kitchen door was ajar, and a burnt smell wafted from inside.

He stepped inside, where the microwave oven on the counter was hissing with electricity.

Miyazawa Itsuki briefly inquired about what had happened.

Yuko Tsukimi said that she originally planned to heat up the lunchbox before her daughter came home from work, so she used the microwave left by the landlord.

But shortly after turning on the microwave, a blue light and crackling sound inexplicably appeared inside. When she tried to check the situation, the microwave suddenly made a loud bang, which startled Yuko Tsukimi.

Fortunately, because they were far away, they did not suffer any injuries.

Blue light and crackling sounds. This appears to be a typical case of internal arcing in a microwave oven, most likely caused by the mica sheet or waveguide cover.

Based on his electrical appliance repair skills, Miyazawa Itsuki quickly made a judgment.

"I think I understand where the problem lies," he said. "It's not difficult to handle, but I need to go back and get some tools. In the meantime, please don't touch it, it could be dangerous."

Yuko Tsukimi nodded repeatedly. Despite being a generation older than Itsuki Miyazawa, she looked like a little girl.

Miyazawa Itsuki returned to his room, found the toolbox he had bought to hone his [Electrical Repair] skills in the locker, and took out a piece of mica.

At the Tsukimi residence, Miyazawa Itsuki put on insulated gloves, first unplugged the microwave oven, and then used a screwdriver to short-circuit the two power poles to discharge the gas.

Upon disassembling the outer casing, it was discovered that the mica sheet had indeed been burned with a hole, and there were also traces of carbonization on the back.

He replaced the mica sheet with a spare one taken from another appliance, cleaned the scorch marks inside the waveguide cavity, reassembled the outer casing, and tested it after connecting the power.

With the machine running smoothly, Miyazawa Itsuki breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's fixed. Just be careful not to put in metal containers or food that's too oily. If you have any further questions, feel free to let me know." Miyazawa Itsuki took off his gloves.

Yuko Tsukimi's tears welled up again: "...You're amazing. I...I really don't know how to thank you enough. You're the first person I've met since I moved here, and not only did you not find me a bother, you even fixed my appliances..."

Miyazawa Itsuki: "You're welcome. I just did what I could."

Yuko Tsukimi became increasingly moved, even saying emotionally:

"Um! Please let me repay your kindness. Although I don't have much skill, my daughter cooks very well—you must stay at my house for dinner tonight, no, even a late-night snack would be nice."

"Really, there's no need. I'll come and bother you again if I have the chance in the future. It's so late now..."

As the two were making excuses, a faint sound came from the entrance hall, like the sound of a door lock being opened.