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Then he smiled very sincerely.
"Thank you, manager."
Reiko took out 500 yen and handed it to Aoba.
Then he waved goodbye to Aoba.
This time.
Only Aoba and Saitama remained in the shop.
This is somewhat similar to the scene from before, but if Saitama in that corner were replaced with Kasumigaoka, it would be exactly the same.
That's the daily routine of a small shop.
There are practically no times when there are as many people as today.
While Aoba was lost in thought.
A man, panting heavily and with his hair and clothes soaked, pushed open the wooden door.
"Blue-Blue Leaf?!"
The moment this guy came in, he called out Aoba's name.
"Eh?!"
Qingye snapped out of her daze and looked at the male college student who had walked in, her face full of surprise.
"You are... Futaro?!"
Futaro?
Saitama slowly turned his head after hearing the name.
Looking at the male college student who was panting heavily.
"Uesugi...?"
"you.."
Uesugi Futaro looked at the bald man at the table and paused for a moment.
How does this guy know my name?
However. .
He looked intently at the bald man's silly-looking face.
"You're Saitama?!"
"Why are you bald now?"
"Are you trying to become a delinquent like those who don't study hard, you bastard!"
Uesugi Fuutarou looked at Saitama and immediately attacked with the C-rank Go-Yi II Bashiji.
He kept touching that smooth head and wouldn't let go.
"Hahaha. 3.7... Futaro, stop teasing Saitama."
Aoba smiled helplessly.
Standing in front of the table, looking at Uesugi Fuutarou:
"What would you like to eat? I'll get it for you."
"Qingye, you print "Lingqi Ba/Qi
Futaro, who was originally targeting Saitama, rushed over and grabbed Aoba's neck across the bar, saying forcefully:
"His grades were about the same as mine, but he just disappeared after the exam."
"If Saitama hadn't found you this time, I would have really thought you'd been taken away by some kind of monster!"
It's clear that Futaro is genuinely agitated.
Aoba could only force a smile and say:
"I'm sorry, I really didn't think that much about it at the time."
"I don't care, you're buying me this meal!"
"No problem, what would you like to eat?"
"Let me see..."
Futaro's gaze fell on the menu on the wall.
A long time passed.
He then slowly turned his head and said:
"A plate of fried noodles, please."
"I knew it!"
Aoba gave Asakaze Taro a helpless middle finger.
"Sit and wait, I'll get it for you!"
"Get two more bottles of beer!"
"Know it!"
Didn't have to wait long.
Aoba carried a large portion of fried noodles, two plates of braised dishes, and three bottles of beer from the kitchen and placed them on Futaro and Saitama's table.
"Saitama is now a hero of the Hero Association!?"
"Yeah, a C-class hero."
"I really envy you. I heard the Hero Association has great benefits."
"..."
"Fine, you're still as quiet as ever!"
Futaro chugs down a whole pitcher of beer.
He looked at Qingye through his blurry, drunken eyes:
"Aoba, what about you?"
"As you can see, this is the manager of the small shop."
"You... never mind." Futaro had been looking around this unremarkable izakaya ever since he came in.
Then he took out a job posting from his pocket.
"Here."
"what is this?"
"Tutor Job Posting."
Chapter 53 Jing Ke'ai: You're so skilled at this?!
"Give me?!"
"Nonsense, I picked this one with great difficulty. Your grades are good enough to get into Tokyo University. I don't know why you insisted on coming back to open a shop."
Futaro had a look of disappointment on his face.
"This izakaya is in such a remote location, it probably doesn't make much money."
"This tutoring job is at least 15,000 yen an hour, so you should be grateful."
Looking at the tutor job posting that Uesugi Fuutarou had placed on the table and handed over.
Aoba was stunned.
This guy... came all this way just to find me a job?
Although he was no longer short of money, he still accepted Uesugi Fuutarou's kindness.
I'll contact them again later and ask them to cancel the tutoring.
After all, this is an izakaya.
It is not an educational training institution.
However, if the other party wants to learn cooking skills, he can teach them.
Looking at the name "Nakano" on the tutor job posting, Aoba's thoughts began to wander.
"By the way, there's one more thing!"
Futaro swallowed the fried noodles in his mouth, then looked at Aoba.
His expression suddenly became much clearer.
There was even a hint of fear in his eyes.
"That Aoba..."
"what happened?"
"There's something you should know, but don't blame me if you find out."
"What's the matter? You're not going to use my name to go out and eat and drink for free, are you?"
"Get the hell out of here! How could that be!"
Futaro waved his hand impatiently.
But then, somewhat embarrassed, she looked at Qingye and whispered:
"that..."
"I've told that guy about your news."
"Who?!"
"That's the woman who used to chase after you and beat you up back in high school!!"