I Refuse To Become Scumbag In Tokyo-Novel

Chapter 53 - Believe It Or Not, I Will Throw You To The Tokyo Bay

"Oga-kun, I really didn't expect you to be so amazing!"

Mitaka was completely shocked by the hot pot in front of him, at first, he thought that this underclassman was very mysterious and might have some kind of unique talent. In truth, he was also quite wary since he could tell that Misaki and Shishio became so close in just a day, but enough of that since he didn't expect Shishio to have such superb cooking skills.??

"Yes, Oga-kun, this is... too amazing, right?"

Sorata looked at the hot pot in front of him with a shock, the crystal clear milky white soup, and every piece of fish slice flashed with luster, made him gulp and unable to hold his desire to devour all the foods in front of him.

Everyone's reaction was mostly the same and they were looking at the hot pot in front of them with eagerness.

Then the moment Shishio opened the lid of the pot, a strong and delicious scent spread throughout the room in an instant, making everyone quiet, even both Mayumi and Sayaka who had been bickering to each other for a while, also stopped their bickering and shifted their attention to the hot pot in the middle of the table.

Sorata rubbed his eyes a lot of time, wondering whether he was in a dream since he just saw a light when Shishio opened the lid. He then looked up and wondered whether there was something wrong with the lamp.

"Shishio, are you still hiding something from me?"

Chihiro looked at Shishio, who was smiling in front of her, and suddenly felt a little annoyed, especially when she thought about her older sister who had asked her to take care of Shishio since he might unable to take care of himself before he came over, but she didn't even take care of him, or rather she was the one that was being taken care of!

But when Chihiro pondered for a while, she didn't think that her older sister was lying to her, so in the end, Shishio might be too lazy to show his skill when he was with his parents, or rather, she might be too lazy to think and all in her heads were the dish in front of her.

"Shishio-kun, marry me! Let's go to the government office to register our marriage! I heard that it is open for 24 hours... um, well, but I have to finish this meal first!" Misaki spoke directly to Shishio, but the food in front of her was too tempting, so she felt a bit conflicted about whether she should marry him first, or eat the food in front of her first, but in the end, it would be great to have both at the same time.

".........."

Shishio didn't answer, or rather he ignored Misaki's marriage proposal since he knew very well that this girl was in love with Mitaka and they only knew for few days, even though that there was a possibility of she was really in love with him, he could say that about that matter later since if he answered this joke, he was sure that Mitaka, who was staring at this moment, would flip the table without hesitation.

"It smells good!"

Ritsu looked at Shishio who sat beside her in surprise and curiosity. Today she heard that Shishio was a monster who got a full score during the entrance exam. She had seen Shishio's paper on the school before and she had to admit that it was perfect, however, if it was only that, she wouldn't be surprised, but this guy seemed to be a powerful martial artist and at the same time, he was also good at cooking?

Ritsu thought of the days when Shishio saved her at the riverside that day. Because of her blunder, she and Mayumi slipped and knocked him down, not only he didn't blame her, but he also saved her, even though he was the one that made him have a nosebleed.

After that day, Ritsu was unable to talk with him alone and all she wanted to do was to apologize to him and also thanked him for what he had done. If he hadn't saved her at that time, she and Mayumi would probably have dived into the river directly.

"Shishio-kun, it seems that among everyone in Sakurasou, you're the one that is the most amazing."

Shiro-san's eyes that were covered by his bangs flashed with thought, and he looked at Shishio thoughtfully.

Although Shiro-san's existence was the lowest among everyone in Sakurasou, and everyone thought of him as a pervert, it could be said that he was the richest among everyone in Sakurasou's social circle until Shishio was living here (though, no one knows how rich he is). His identity as a well-known ist could make him known many different things, and he also occasionally attends some large gatherings and he also had seen a lot of chefs with amazing skills, but the ingredients that they used were all top-notch!

However, for Shishio, who could use normal ingredients to create such a delicious dish..., at least in Shiro-san's thought, it was very difficult.

Shiro-san had seen the fish that Shishio had bought was just a normal fish that was bought in the shopping district and its only advantage was it was very fresh, but that's all.

Therefore, Shiro-san believed that Shishio's cooking skill was very amazing!

Shiro-san was sure that if Shishio's cooking skill was known by those big people with rich, authority, and fame, then money would be at his fingertip.

"Wow! What is this? What is this, Oga-kun? How can it smell so delicious? You're so amazing!" Sayaka looked at Shishio with a beautiful smile and amazement since this boy shocked her too much!

Sayaka thought that Shishio was just an ordinary high school student, and at most, he should be similar to Misaki or Mitaka, but now, it seemed that he was more amazing than she had thought!

If ordinary people were still playing with origami, then a genius like Mitaka and Misaki could already use a remote control model, then Shishio-kun probably had already launched a rocket to outer space.

Sayaka thought that the people around her circle in collages were very shallow, except for showing off their new clothes and hair, showing vulgar jokes by looking down on someone which made her disgusted and talked about strange matters that made them think as if they had saved the world...

Sayaka thought that compared to Shishio-kun, they couldn't be compared at all!

Sayaka didn't expect Shishio to have this kind of ability.

There was a saying to make a man fall in love, you need to conquer his stomach, but this sentence was also valid for a woman, if you didn't succeed, then your cooking skill wasn't good enough.

"Boy, you're too amazing, I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking." Mayumi smiled then raised her chest and said, "What do you think of my figure? Do you want to make me your girlfriend?" She looked at the hot pot in front of her, its scent constantly tempting her heart, as for her previous boyfriends that were two-timing, three-timing, or even four-timing on her, she decided to throw all of them into the river, compared to the young man in front of her, they were nothing, and if she had him as a boyfriend, then...

*Gulp!*

Mayumi thought the prospect of him as her boyfriend wasn't that bad at all.

Sayaka looked at Mayumi next to her silently and based on her understanding of Mayumi, it should be that Mayumi was half-serious and half-joking, and she knew that Mayumi was greedy for Shishio's face and craftmanship.

".........."

Shishio twitched his lip and didn't really want to talk at that moment.

Shiina, on the other hand, sat next to Shishio and looked at him silently.

Shiina was sitting between Shishio and Chihiro without saying a word, and looking at him so intently, but no words came out from her mouth.

Shishio noticed this and asked, "What's wrong, Mashiro?" He could guess more or else what this girl wanted to ask him since he also knew this girl's personality from his memory and he was sure that this girl wanted him to serve her a bowl, though, he had to admit that Shiina's expression at this moment was quite funny.

"........."

Shiina continued to look at Shishio silently.

Shishio noticed that Shiina's eyes began to fluctuate, and he couldn't help but want to tease her more.

Shiina looked at Shishio, then looked at the hot pot in the middle of the table, then she looked at him, and the pot again, she kept repeating this process several times.

Shishio was about to laugh at how cute this girl was, but he knew that he shouldn't help her at this moment, they weren't familiar with each other so it would be weird if he suddenly served her a bowl of hot pot.

"Shishio, she's waiting for you to serve her a bowl."

Chihiro also discovered the situation next to her, but it was also her fault since she didn't say anything to Shishio about Shiina.

"Shishio, Mashiro's condition is a bit special. Because of her family, she has almost no friends from childhood until now, and she is a bit ignorant since she grew up with her grandfather. She lacks common sense, she is relatively slow, and she doesn't have an ability to take care of herself, so Shishio..."

Chihiro looked at Shishio and Shiina for a while, then...

"Starting today, you will take care of Mashiro every day," Chihiro said and made up his decision.

"...Me?"

Shishio glanced at Shiina, who was quietly watching him and sat beside him. Although he had expected Chihiro would give him this task, he felt a bit unbelievable, wondering whether Shiina was really Chihiro's cousin, since this woman simply threw Shiina toward a normal boy in puberty like this.

Shishio then glanced at the side, and after hearing Chihiro had asked him to take care of Shiina, Sorata's face instantly dimmed. He couldn't help but frown, thinking whether he should throw Sorata to Tokyo Bay after he put Sorata on the barrel full of cement for thinking to take care of Shiina.

"Chihiro-nee, I don't think that it is good to leave her to me, after all, I am a boy."

Shishio decided to refuse, although he didn't want Sorata to become close to Shiina, Sakurasou was different from Sakurasou in his memory since there were a lot of different people in this place and he didn't think that Sorata was able to take care of Shiina again like in the story.

"Eh? Shishio, have you forgotten your relationship with Mashiro?"

Chihiro glanced at Shishio with a weird smile on her face while asking this question.