"Hey~ Xiao Qingqing~ Why are you making such a lovable expression? Do you want to agree to go on a date with me~"
When Karasuma Gaki was about to turn around and say goodbye with a polite smile, he was disgusted by a greasy male voice coming from behind him.
Turning around, I saw a middle-aged greasy man with an unattractive appearance walking towards me with a lewd smile on his face, staring at the girl at the front desk.
The man looked like a club member. He was wearing sportswear and holding a tennis racket and a tennis ball.
He walked over with what he thought was a very cool and impressive step, without even glancing at the 1.9-meter-tall boy next to him.
"Haha—Mr. Kinoshita, stop joking. If your wife finds out, it will cause trouble for you." I'll beat you to death, you big pervert!
Hayakawa Haru rolled her eyes inwardly. She came here to work part-time during the summer vacation.
Because she was pretty, old men would come to the front desk to tease her from time to time. This old man named Jiro Kinoshita was particularly annoying.
She is only in the second year of high school now, and Jiro Kinoshita's own son is already six or seven years old. He is so shameless.
"Hey, don't be so cold, I've made appointments with you many times!" Jiro Kinoshita leaned against the front desk, posing in a posture that he thought was cool.
"Old man, I'll teach you how to play tennis and be a good person at the same time. How about you give me all the money you have?"
Let me make it clear first, Karasuma Gaki is not the saint father, he just simply hates this face, and by the way, he is a little short of money at the moment.
"You little brat, who are you?" Kinoshita was only 1.72 meters tall, and he raised his head high to see the appearance of the person in front of him clearly.
A foreigner with white hair.
"As for me, I'm just a champion of the Australian Open, US Open and French Open." Although I'm not from this world, haha.
"You little brat! You're looking for death! You're just bragging without thinking!" Maybe Kinoshita has some passion for tennis?
He was furious at the tall, white-haired boy in front of him who boasted that he was the champion of the Australian Open, US Open and French Open.
He raised his tennis racket and was about to throw it at the boy.
He had no love for tennis at all, and Karasuma Gaki was a little upset about his misjudgment.
Karasuma Gaki waved his hand and released "Angel Eyes" to start compulsory teaching.
First lesson, "Hand over all the money you brought with you."
The middle-aged man who had been listening to the class attentively nodded with his pupils out of focus, then turned to his storage cabinet and took out the cash he had brought with him.
Hayakawa Haru fell into a coma when the "Angel Eyes" appeared, and was hit by Karasuma Gaki's powerful mental power.
Second class, "Remember you didn't bring any money with you today, and you didn't meet this handsome guy."
The man nodded obediently like a well-behaved child.
The third lesson is, "Put away your disgusting evil thoughts."
Look at the man and nod.
Take the money and get out.
I turned my head to look at Hayakawa Haru and took her pulse. She was sleeping peacefully.
Shake the person awake, "Why are you slacking off?"
"Ah? I didn't..." Hayakawa Haru subconsciously denied it.
"Then go to work, I'm leaving."
From the girl's appearance, Karasuma Gaki vaguely recognized her and thought she was a semi-acquaintance.
She looks a bit like the shy prospective regular member named Hayakawa Hikaru who was two years older than Karasuma Gaki in junior high school.
"Um... okay." Hayakawa Haru was a little confused and couldn't remember what had just happened.
He robbed... No, he collected the tuition fee. Karasuma Gaki counted it and found that it was thirty-two thousand five hundred and thirty yen.
Tsk, he hasn't seen such scattered money in a long time.
Hey, his old business still makes money the fastest.
Although robbing a bank has a high probability of success, it is difficult to end it.
Since he's only staying for a few days anyway, this money should be enough for him and the Pokémon to eat, right?
Look at the time, it’s already past 10 o’clock. It took me more than two hours to get more than 30,000. It’s a huge setback!
Never let anyone know!
On the other side, Yukimura was sent to the door of a tennis club.
Although he didn't know this club, it somehow had a certain appeal to him.
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