Celebrity ex-girlfriend got revenge on me

Chapter 551 What You Gain from Love

It's like watching a long-awaited TV series finally reaching its final episode; you're eagerly anticipating the ending but reluctant to press the power button. My daughter's excited voice came through the phone: "The cure for the Gu virus has to be addressed at its source!"

"Dad, don't hang up! Hanaya must witness such an important moment!" The girl's voice suddenly became serious. "Sister Amamiya followed Dad, monitored Dad, and was always worried about being discovered by Dad and exposed. Even though she was hurt by Dad, she still dared to cross the ocean to return to Japan after five years and took the initiative to see Dad."

"—That's why the tsundere Amamiya-neechan developed a desire not to be discovered by her father. I think her father knows this better than anyone else."

“I understand.” Kitahara Kento sighed. “If we fulfill her wish at its source, all the chaos will be quelled.”

At this point, Kitahara Kento shook his head with a self-deprecating smile. Just a few minutes ago, he had been speaking sternly and righteously to Amamiya Masahiro, repeatedly trying to corner her. But who would have thought that just a few minutes ago he was pressing her relentlessly, and now he was the one with nowhere to retreat and nowhere to escape.

"So, is Daddy ready?" Hanaya's tone was light and mischievous, unable to hide her anticipation, revealing a blatant eagerness to watch the excitement unfold.

"Ah."

There was a snap of fingers on the other end of the phone.

"Confess your love, Dad!"

"Now even if Amamiya-nee wants to confess, she can't. You're the only one who can save her."

"Dad likes Amamiya-neechan too, doesn't he?" Hanaya paused on the other end of the phone, then added softly, "Although Dad is always too proud and stubborn, he just refuses to admit it."

Kitahara Kento remained silent, unable to respond.

Perhaps it was because of the guilt and remorse he felt, making him too ashamed to admit to his daughter that he still loved the girl he had hurt in the past; or perhaps it was his chauvinism, always feeling that he was not good enough for her now; or perhaps it was a combination of both. In the past, whenever his daughter "interrogated" him, he would always find some random excuses to cover it up, vehemently denying that he still loved her.

Kitahara Kento snapped out of his thoughts, cleared his throat, and said, "We need to get down to business."

As I put down the phone, I could faintly hear my daughter's cheerful voice through the receiver: "Received, Huagu promises to be good and quiet from now on, and promises not to tease Daddy anymore, so please don't hang up."

“You must have heard the conversation just now,” Kitahara Kento said to the empty space beside him, his fingertips unconsciously stroking his chin. “I owe you something, no matter what.

"This time I owe you," he whispered, "should we make it a little more special?"

“I guess that’s what you’re thinking.” As he spoke, Kitahara Kento raised his hand to touch the wireless headset. “I’ll give you a big show.”

He switched the frequency of his wireless headset and called Minister Sugawara.

"still there?"

Two seconds later, the wireless headset responded.

"I was just about to go home, what's wrong?"

As Kitahara Kento watched the students leave one after another, he touched his wireless headset and said, "Do me a favor."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the wireless headset.

"Kitahara, I suddenly have a feeling that you're planning something big."

Kitahara Kento smiled and asked, "Do you have the guts to help me?"

Minister Sugawara laughed through the wireless headset.

"Speak, what do you want to do?"

Kento Kitahara bent down to pick up the microphone from the ground, its metal casing gleaming faintly in his palm.

After weighing the microphone in his hand, Kitahara Kento asked, "What's the furthest broadcast I can connect to with this microphone?"

"Announced throughout the entire campus."

After a moment's thought, Kitahara Kento said, "Is there any way to help me connect to an off-campus broadcast or a nearby radio station?"

"Going to such an extreme?" Minister Sugawara asked in shock, then said helplessly, "It's technically impossible. I don't have anyone here who understands the kind of technology you're talking about."

There was a pause in the wireless headset, then it said, "However, if the school's loudspeaker is turned up to the maximum, your voice should be able to carry within a kilometer radius. Is that enough?"

Kitahara Kento thought for a moment and said, "It'll have to do."

"Then, mobilize as many people as you can now, and try to bring back all the students who left. Tell them that there is still an important surprise that hasn't been announced yet."

"Making such a big deal out of this? Are you crazy?" Minister Sugawara muttered as he started contacting friends. "Hopefully, he won't be punished too harshly afterward."

Kitahara Kento said nonchalantly, "Tomorrow is the first day of winter break, how much punishment can they give? I'll take the blame for this, and afterwards I'll insist that I forced you to help."

Minister Sugawara replied without much further ado, "I'll let you know once it's settled. Soon."

Kitahara Kento then took out his phone and dialed Kashiwagi Mayu's number.

The call rang for four seconds. After it was answered, the other party did not speak immediately. All that could be heard was the clattering of leather shoes in the hallway.

"Are you still at school?" Kitahara Kento asked first.

"On the way back to the classroom." Kashiwagi Mayu's calm voice came through the phone. She paused, then added, "Don't forget to meet at the student council office in a bit. Soukaze and I will be waiting for you there."

Kitahara Kento remained silent for a moment, offering no answer. "Do me a favor."

The footsteps on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then resumed, accompanied by a question from Mayu Kashiwagi: "What do you want to do?"

Kitahara Kento still did not give her a direct answer.

"Consider it a debt I owe you."

This time, it was Mayu Kashiwagi's turn, and she fell silent for a moment.

".explain."

Kitahara Kento breathed a slight sigh of relief and asked, "I remember you were also in charge of the anniversary celebration livestream?"

A soft "Mmm" came from the other end of the phone.

"Help me restart my live stream." Without giving Kashiwagi Mayu a chance to refuse, Kitahara Kento emphasized again, "Consider it a debt I owe you."

Amidst the sudden stillness of footsteps on the other end of the phone, Kitahara Kento said in a deep voice, "I will do everything I can to repay you later."

The phone's earpiece remained silent for several seconds.

"Wait a moment, I'll let you know when it's ready."

After saying that, the person on the other end of the phone hung up.

Kitahara Kento silently put away his phone and gazed at the stadium entrance in the distance.

"Soon."

Kitahara Kento's thoughts wandered, and he said softly to the empty space around him, "I'm really curious, what kind of expression do you have right now?"

"If it's convenient, how about taking a selfie now? Show it to me when you get home."

"I'm not taking pictures. Why should I take selfies just because you tell me to?" Kitahara Kento said with a smile. "I guess that's what you'd say."

Before long, groups of people returned from the main entrance of the stadium. They looked around curiously at the strange host who was still standing on the stage talking to himself.

"Are you mentally prepared? In a moment, you'll be under the gaze of thousands of people," Kitahara Kento paused, then joked, "Don't stand me up, or I'll be too ashamed to stay at Minegaka."

Gradually, more and more students returned, and the gymnasium was once again filled with a dense crowd, though not as many as at the beginning, but still about 60-70% full.

Minister Sugawara's voice came through the wireless headset.

“There are always people who are in a hurry to go home for various reasons. You know, it’s impossible to call everyone back. Is this enough, Kitahara?”

"That's enough, thanks. Give me a light."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the gymnasium dimmed instantly, and four overhead spotlights shone on Kitahara Kento. The intense light enveloped him, making even the fine dust particles floating in the air clearly visible.

At the same time, he saw the camera that had been moved be put back on, the lens adjusted, and aimed at the stage.

Ding ding, a Line notification sounded, a message from Mayu Kashiwagi.

"Live streaming has resumed."

Kitahara Kento put away his phone and put the microphone to his mouth.

"Please wait a moment, everyone. There is one more very important thing I forgot to announce."

Without giving anyone time to whisper, Kitahara Kento no longer hesitated and directly uttered the name without any further words.

"Amamiya Masahiro".

The microphone amplified his voice to every corner, and all the whispers froze the moment that name was uttered.

Facing everyone, Kitahara Kento took a deep breath, inhaling as much oxygen as he could.

"Amamiya Masahiro, I love you!"

The echoes continued to reverberate in the stadium.

The five fingers of my left hand suddenly seemed to have a real tactile sensation: delicate, warm, and tightly wrapped. It felt like being held tightly by the five fingers of another hand.

Feeling the warmth of the other hand, Kitahara Kento squeezed it back tightly and whispered, "Come back to me."

As the echo faded, for a period of time, everyone in the stadium was extremely quiet, so quiet that it was as if one could clearly hear their own breathing or even the sound of a pin dropping.

Four seconds later, a huge uproar ensued.

Kitahara Kento slowly turned to his side, and in the shadows where the spotlight met the light, a figure stood there, half-lit and half-shadowed.

Gazing at her figure, Kitahara Kento's eyes welled up with tears. He slowly opened his mouth, about to say something, when she suddenly stepped forward from the dim light. Her tear-streaked face quickly drew near, filling his entire field of vision. Then, his lips were covered by her soft touch, the tickling sensation of her eyelashes brushing against his cheek burning hotter than any spotlight.

(End of this chapter)