Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 15 An unexpected reconciliation?

"Classmate, although I don't know why you are so arrogant, but..."

Sayuri Sato walked back with a sneer: "You still have a chance to apologize to me now."

"Tell the teacher your name, your phone number, and, right now, immediately, a 5,000-word apology."

As long as I know which class Kitahara is in.

If Sayuri Sato shows even a little bit of her intention or reveals her dissatisfaction with Kitahara, the teachers who are pursuing her will take action.

There are quite a few single male teachers at Peking University.

As long as they know this, Beiyuan's life will not be easy.

Thinking of this, her mood was very happy, and even became gloomy.
If I don't let you drop out of school, I'll disgust you.

“Teachers also have tempers.”

Seeing that she had fallen into the trap, Kitahara breathed a sigh of relief.

I offended a teacher tonight, but at least I got the reward, otherwise I would have gained nothing. When I came to my senses, I felt a little angry again.

This crazy woman.
If this problem is not solved tonight, I'm afraid he will continue to cause trouble for him in the future.

We have to find a way to control her.

"Apologize, sure. I have a good place where it's very convenient to apologize. Teacher, do you mind coming with me?" Kitahara looked at her plump melons and wanted to grab a handful of them viciously.

Perhaps, he could teach the female teacher a lesson on behalf of Huangmao.

I'm really curious about what her expression will be when she wakes up in the hotel the next day.

"where?"

Kitahara glanced out the window, and Sayuri Sato followed suit. A newly opened hotel, resplendent and magnificent, was seen walking in with men and women hugging each other, whispering in each other's ears, in an atmosphere of boundless ambiguity.
Hotel.

Sayuri Sato blushed and instantly understood what he meant. She raised her hand high and was about to slap Kitahara.

Kitahara didn't move, and was even very calm.

Hit it down.

There are cameras in the bar.
But Sayuri Sato paused and quickly saw through Kitahara's idea: "You cunning bastard, you want me to do it so that you can threaten me, right?"

She calmed down: "I won't give you this chance."

The identity of a student is Beiyuan's greatest protection. Although teachers have a high status in society, once public opinion comes out, the situation will be polarized and they will be despised by countless people.

Sayuri Sato decided to re-examine him.

Although every word was filthy and almost perverted, it was all planned.
The purpose is to make oneself lose reason.

"Sly little devil."

"Same here, Teacher. You are very smart too."

Sayuri Sato looked at Kitahara deeply, remembering his face. He had an innocent face, but he did such things. She thought with some malice that if she exposed what he did outside of school, it would surely cause a stir, right?
But no, there is no evidence.

Beiyuan looked around, looking for Huangmao. He had a dark idea, to use Huangmao.
I originally intended to do something brave and righteous.

But since this head teacher is not tactful.

Then let's do something pornographic.

Of course, the reward must be taken. Isn't it just for the sake of mastering Mandarin that I have been dawdling for so long tonight?
"Are you looking for your financial sponsor?" Sato Sayuri sneered when she saw him looking around.

"If you don't know how to speak, just shut up." Kitahara said casually.

"Tsk."

Sato Sayuri noticed that Kitahara no longer had the intention to argue, and instead felt bored. She ordered another glass of wine and casually said, "Are you short of money? Tell me about it. Anyway, you have so much free time, and you haven't found a woman willing to spend money on you."

In fact, she spoke with the intention of recording the conversation.

Bei Yuan was speechless for a moment, but he also saw what evil intentions she had, and said casually: "Yes, it is very necessary. There is no one else in the family who makes money except me, and I usually have to take care of an adopted sister."

"Ha, that's funny. Are you playing the victim again?" Sato Sayuri sneered.

"Why should I lie to you?"

Beiyuan said casually, "You're a teacher. You can find out by looking up the information tomorrow. Why would I tell such a meaningless lie?"

Of course there were some small mistakes, after all, he had to support his girlfriend Qianchuan.

Sayuri Sato was stunned.

In fact, many things will lead to different conclusions if you look at them from two perspectives.

For example, the experience of a college girl becoming a prostitute is completely different from that of a prostitute going to college.
Just like Beiyuan today.

If you look at it from another angle, without parents, it seems that it is forgivable for someone to go out and sell things in order to support the family?
Sato Sayuri calmed down, looked at Kitahara's clear eyes, and swallowed.

Damn it
She wanted to slap herself.

but.
"That's no reason to trade your body for money."

I?
Kitahara rolled his eyes.

"People will encounter many setbacks in their lives, but that doesn't mean they should sell their bodies because of a single difficulty. Society provides student loans."

When she said this, a hint of sadness appeared in Sato Sayuri's eyes.

I'm talking about Kitahara.

But isn’t it a way to comfort yourself?
Beiyuan's eyes moved, and he realized that this was a breakthrough and a way to ease the atmosphere.

"You have a point."

“But life isn’t perfect.”

Since there's a misunderstanding, let's just move on.

Judging from her current state, she probably won't give me a chance to explain.

A drunk person is irrational.

Sayuri Sato was silent for a moment, then waved her hand:
"I understand. Just go home quickly and don't let me see you here again." Huh?
Are you going to let him go just like that?

Kitahara was stunned.

Why is this so strange? Shouldn't I mock him next?
Sayuri Sato said coldly again: "Go away quickly, I don't want to see you again."

That's all for tonight.

The punishment she just mentioned should be treated as if nothing happened.

After all, what reason did she have to blame him?

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that Kitahara did not deceive her. If Sayuri Sato found out that he was lying,
"I don't want to go back." Kitahara said seriously.

"Do you want to taste the teacher's iron fist of love?" Sato Sayuri narrowed her eyes.

There was something she hadn't said just now. She had studied judo for many years and had won awards in competitions.

If a fight really breaks out, Kitahara will definitely suffer.

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Kitahara looks at his favorability.

After what she just said, the number of points went from 7 to 15, and now to 20. This woman must have been drinking, so she is a little drunk.

No.

I can't let her drive me away.

I have to find a way to stay here, the mission isn't complete yet.

【Mastering the art of tea】, let me see what you can do!

"What's the difference between going back to that lonely home and wandering on the streets?" He pretended to be sad.

After hearing this, Sayuri Sato was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Kitahara.

His eyes were dim and his profile was hidden in the shadows.

The song playing now was a love song by Uesugi Noboru. This man was incredibly talented. Sayuri Sato was moved by the scene and thought for a moment before she said hesitantly, "I'll stay here until half past ten."

"You stay by my side and are not allowed to go anywhere. When the time comes, you come home with me, little ghost. Do you understand?"

After saying that, she suddenly felt a little funny.

The two people who were just at loggerheads reconciled inexplicably, and now it has become like this
The world is impermanent.

"Ah."

Kitahara nodded, also a little surprised.

Then, he endured the awkwardness and praised:
“The teacher is a gentle person.”

Sato Sayuri's face turned red and she stopped talking.

He silently retracted his fist.

The two of them were like a couple who had just had a quarrel. After calming down, they both felt a little awkward.

Very strange.

But it's indescribably normal.

Kitahara sat here, quietly observing his surroundings, waiting for the scumbag to appear. The only one who met the requirements was probably the man in a suit who had just come to the door, but he glanced at himself and silently withdrew his gaze.

What happened?
Just as Kitahara was puzzled, a strong scent of perfume came from the side. A tall woman with bright lipstick and high heels sat next to him and licked her lips: "Handsome man, are you alone?"

".two."

"Did you take care of that yellow-faced woman?" The woman glanced at Sato Sayuri, looked her up and down, and smiled disdainfully at the random brands she was wearing.

Sayuri Sato felt like she was stabbed in the heart, and a nameless anger rose from the bottom of her heart. She looked at the woman in front of her and puffed out her chest.

Duang ~
"He is my student." Sato Sayuri said with a forced smile.

The woman, or rather the rich woman, said, "Oh," "Teacher-student play? Is that what young people like these days?"

The rich woman took out a business card from her chest and said, "This is my contact information. Come and see me when you have made up your mind."

Then, in front of Sato Sayuri, he stuffed it into Kitahara's pocket.

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Kitahara looked back innocently, and Sato Sayuri's face turned red with anger, and she slammed the table.

"Waiter, serve the wine!"

"teacher."

"Give him milk!"

"Drink less."

Kitahara recognized this wine, a Japanese-made Daiginjo, with a similar alcohol content to white wine, with a cup containing only 4 taels.

Sato looked at him coldly: "Do you think I can't drink?"

"No."

"Then just be quiet and watch me drink!"

Beiyuan thought about it and felt that if she was drunk, she would be conveniently used as bait. Since he was there anyway, it didn't matter how much she drank.

Let her drink.

"And more." A hand fell on Kitahara's head.

Turning back, Sayuri Sato gave a forced smile: "How long are you going to keep that business card?"

Kitahara threw away the business card reluctantly.

(End of this chapter)