[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-tokyo-you-call-this-normal-equipment":3,"chapter-tokyo-you-call-this-normal-equipment-tokyo-you-call-this-normal-equipment-chapter-67":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Tokyo: You Call This Normal Equipment?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1951631,2739,"Chapter 67","tokyo-you-call-this-normal-equipment-chapter-67",67,"\u003Cp>It hasn't passed midnight yet today; strictly speaking, it is still Wednesday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this pace, if I maintain a daily output of ten thousand characters on school days, I expect to finish exactly by Saturday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the custom of most schools in Japan, classes are only held for half a day on Saturdays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the afternoon time will be perfect for scheduling an appointment with the publisher's editor to go and discuss the complete manuscript.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Xia Xia Xia Mujun put away his phone with a trace of satisfaction and fatigue, and closed his eyes in the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\u003Cp>Early the next morning, the faint morning light plated the steel skeleton of Shibuya Station with a layer of soft, warm gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanied by the rhythmic and hypnotic sound of tracks rubbing, the train slid smoothly into the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the carriage, Fujiwara Aoi’s gaze shifted away from her literature book, her cold eyes subconsciously sweeping across the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——She did not find that familiar figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze turned outside the window, searching for a moment among the sparse morning crowd, but she still found nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He asked for leave yesterday, and he didn’t appear today either...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Could it be that he is truly ill, and it hasn’t improved?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thought had just surfaced when it was interrupted by the sound of the train doors opening and a slight commotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ruri, the train is here, Big Brother is leaving now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm-hmm! Take care on your way!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clear, bright male voice and a girl’s crisp response struck her eardrums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fujiwara Aoi subconsciously looked toward the sound, just in time to see Natsume Chikage waving goodbye to a very cute-looking girl before stepping into the carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His complexion was fair and healthy, his gait steady; no matter how one looked at it, he did not seem like a person suffering from an ailment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natsume Chikage stepped into the slightly crowded carriage. Seeing no empty seats, he stood in his usual spot by the door and naturally took out his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingertips tapped rapidly on the screen, completely immersed in his own creative world; he clearly had not noticed Fujiwara Aoi standing to the side at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fujiwara Aoi was silent for a moment, withdrew her gaze, and reopened the literature novel in her hand, reading it carefully as she always did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The train started slowly, the carriage swaying gently as it headed toward Hibiya.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some time later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The train arrived at Hibiya Station on time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doors opened, and a large number of students wearing the Private Moonlight Academy uniform poured out of the carriage like a tide; Natsume Chikage and Fujiwara Aoi were among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the platform floor, the yellow tactile paving was particularly conspicuous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those raised strips, designed for the convenience of others, sometimes became minor obstacles for hurried pedestrians—though not enough to make one fall, a trip was enough to cause a slight loss of balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fujiwara Aoi lowered her head to put her literature book into her bag while walking toward the exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment of multitasking, the tip of her shoe accidentally caught on the raised part of the tactile paving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh...!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden force caused her center of gravity to shift forward; the literature book slipped from her hand, and she fell forward uncontrollably——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the collision with the cold ground she had expected did not come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She fell into a warm and solid back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natsume Chikage was walking when he suddenly felt a force hit his back, and immediately after, he felt a pair of slender arms subconsciously wrap around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head in confusion, and what came into view was Fujiwara Aoi’s face, inches away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint, unique scent of books on the girl and a trace of a cold aura lingered at the tip of his nose, catching him off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of them froze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fujiwara Aoi looked up in astonishment, her clear pupils reflecting Natsume Chikage’s equally bewildered expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the thin school uniform fabric, the warmth of his back and the solidity of his body were transmitted with absolute clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having never had such intimate contact with a member of the opposite sex, her face, which was always calm, instantly flushed with a distinct crimson that spread all the way to her fair earlobes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if struck by an electric current, she sprang away from Natsume Chikage’s back, turned around quickly, took a deep breath, and tried her best to suppress her racing heart and slightly ragged breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, when she turned back around, her face had managed to return to its usual coldness, only those slightly red earlobes betraying her inner state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I tripped just now, excuse me, I am very sorry.” Her voice was a few degrees colder than usual, as if to freeze the awkwardness of the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natsume Chikage realized what happened, bent down to pick up the dropped literature book, and handed it back to her: “Are you alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, I am fine.” Fujiwara Aoi quickly took the book, her gaze lowered to avoid eye contact, and she added in a low voice, “It was just an accident.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having said that, she did not linger, and without looking back, she quickly merged into the flow of students, her slender silhouette carrying a hint of imperceptible haste as she soon disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natsume Chikage looked in the direction she had disappeared, shook his head slightly, did not think much of it, and continued on his way to school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natsume Chikage passed through the school gate and stepped onto the cherry blossom path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weather was still fine today; under the azure sky, cherry blossom petals fluttered like snow, drifting onto the winding path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natsume Chikage strolled through it alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the baseball field on the left came the crisp sound of hitting balls and the shouts of boys; from the music classroom on the right flowed the melodious rehearsal sounds of the orchestra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sounds intertwined, once again outlining the distinct, unique feeling of school youth in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he had almost reached the front of the teaching building, a familiar figure entered his line of sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A senior with a small tear mole under her left eye and an intellectual, elegant temperament—Tsukishima Rin—was standing there talking to someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she saw Natsume Chikage, Tsukishima Rin felt the silent heart in her chest begin to beat violently again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She subconsciously lowered her head to look at the heart rate monitor watch on her left wrist that she hadn't worn for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the dial, the number had been stable at around 60 not long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, it had clearly jumped to 80 and was still rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This obvious difference caused her eyes to settle into a determined glow after a moment of relief and complexity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heartbeat never lies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how many times it is repeated, the result is the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Tsukishima Rin truly intended to do as she had said before: start pursuing Natsume Chikage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, excuse me for a moment.” She smiled and said goodbye to the classmate beside her, then took a step, actively greeting the figure who could disturb her heart rate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just at this moment, a figure blocked her path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning, Tsukishima-san.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who spoke was the handsome student council vice president, Hanyu Masaki.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was very popular in school and was also a candidate in the hearts of many girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tsukishima Rin paused, recognizing the other party as student council vice president Hanyu Masaki.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they both had arrangements for the opening ceremony on Friday, she had gone to the student council once, and the two had discussed related matters in a meeting held there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not close, but they were acquaintances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning, Vice President Hanyu.” She responded politely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hanyu Masaki smiled and asked: “Tsukishima-san, regarding the opening ceremony, we need to hand over some things with the orchestra members before class. Do you have time now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tsukishima Rin shook her head and smiled: “Sorry, I have some personal matters to handle now. If you need to hand over things with the orchestra, you can go to our club room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If nothing goes wrong, our club president should be inside. Most of the handovers with the student council are actually handled by him; last time it was only because he had something to do that he asked me to go instead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you look for him now, I imagine it would be more appropriate than looking for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed to the teaching building nearby; a boy playing the violin inside the window was the president of the orchestra club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then—excuse me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Tsukishima Rin walked straight past him, heading toward Natsume Chikage behind her with a clear goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Hanyu Masaki was silent for a moment, his gaze shifting from Tsukishima Rin to watch Natsume Chikage’s back, standing in place for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>",1503,"2026-06-15T07:08:26.586Z","2026-06-15T07:45:38.736Z",1,"Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite","a9b35b28b93a353c4e99bbd52534a7eedf8852352e6d70f3bbff1016aaecdd1e","tokyo-you-call-this-normal-equipment-chapter-68","tokyo-you-call-this-normal-equipment-chapter-66",624,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ftokyo-you-call-this-normal-equipment-cover.jpg"]