Novel & Cerita Tanaka-kun Wa Itsumo Kedaruge

"My name is Tanaka Seiji. I'm the son of the owner of this hospital. You are?" The patient was taken aback at the boy's confidence. He smiled. "My name is Kagarawa Yuuma" Seiji hummed. "Your name is too long. Can I call you Yuu? Yuuma was shocked. He had never seen such a kid in his life before. One who didn't care about the basic manners. Well, he is still a kid. "No. I'm 15 which means I'm your older than you. You can call me Yuuma-san or Senpai"

He opened his phone and pretended to be preoccupied. The plan was simple. Lure Taka to the café where Tatsuya was waiting. Draw him in, plant the seed, and see what grew. Sure enough, Taka spotted him. His blood-red hair made him impossible to miss. A wide smile spread across Taka’s face as he strode over, energy radiating with every step. “If it isn’t Shirakiba’s ace, Taiga Renji,” he said, blooming with familiarity as he stopped in front of him.

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

I look at the door, and Wilson just got home. Mr. Tanaka understands our situation and moved their meeting today. My forehead creases that he has brought many paper bags from famous brands. "Mr. Tanaka gives this to us as his gratitude that we accepted his offer." I nodded my head. I look at the big one that the driver brought home. "This one is for Andrea," I stand up and walk towards it. "This is huge," I commented. "Mr. Tanaka is so fond of children; I know he builds an orphanage in Japan." I nodded my head.

“What’s your name?” Tarzan said nothing. She giggled. “Okay, Mr. No-Name. I can give you one. How about Gojo?” Lena, still lost in the music, hadn’t noticed yet. She assumed the voice was just background noise from the other passengers. “Do you like it?” Sakura continued. “It’s super popular in Japan because of all the anime characters—” Tarzan simply closed his eyes again and leaned back, ignoring her completely. Her smile faltered awkwardly. She quickly scanned the faces of nearby passengers, hoping no one had seen the rejection. The three teenage girls opposite them struggled to hold in their laughter.