Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 54: Sincerity Does Not Always Reciprocate Sincerity (Rewritten)
Sayuri Sato was standing at the door of Kitahara's house, looking at the building in front of her.

A very old, dilapidated one-family house, with ivy covering the courtyard walls. Next to it were farmland and a factory, and occasionally black water would seep out of the factory and into the farmland.
A trace of heartache flashed in Sato Sayuri's eyes. How could he have lived in such a bad environment until now?

Also, what's wrong with these factories discharging wastewater? Don't the agricultural cooperatives care? Japanese agricultural products are so expensive. They should take responsibility!

The thought flashed through her mind, but was replaced by a slight chill. The spring breeze blew across the fields, bringing rain and a little chill. Sato Sayuri stroked her arm and said in a sweet and innocent voice, "Yang Xi, come out quickly. Teacher, I'm freezing to death outside. Stop it."

".You're at my door?" Kitahara was stunned.

"Yeah, didn't you say your foot was injured this morning? I thought it would be difficult to live alone, so I came to see you."

At this point, a hint of shyness flashed in Sato Sayuri's eyes: "But don't take this as something else. You are my student. If a student has some health problems, the teacher will come to check on him. I don't mean any other things."

"I don't care about you."

"Um"

Beiyuan broke out in a cold sweat.

Why did this female teacher come to my house?
Didn’t he ask for leave this morning because of leg pain?

It would be troublesome if someone saw me not at home.
He quickly walked out of the office, blocked out the phone call, and got into the car as fast as the wind. He said, "Take me back, now, hurry up."

"what?"

"No, this is the address, take me back quickly!" Kitahara quickly told the location of his home. Although Nakamaki Midoriko was confused, she did not refuse.

This is a great thing for her.

Without doing anything, he borrowed money and even bought a car.

Even though it’s not yours, you can still drive it!

She stepped on the accelerator with a glimmer of joy in her eyes. Although she didn't know why Kitahara changed his mind, she could imagine that there would be a bunch of little bitches who would be envious and jealous of her at work tomorrow.

Naturally, there are social customs in the Financial Department. Nakamaki Miyoko is delicate and a recent college graduate, so she will naturally be targeted. Apart from her male colleagues and superiors, the people who hate her the most are her female colleagues.

It would be fine if she was just sarcastic to me usually, but occasionally she would show off in front of me what watches and bags her husband bought.

Laugh to death.

I'll throw the Mercedes keys in their faces tomorrow and see if these little bitches dare to say anything!
A hint of satisfaction flashed in Nakamaki Miyoko's eyes.

Kitahara, who was sitting next to her, was sweating profusely. It was about a twenty-minute journey from here to home, and even if he speeded, it would still take fifteen minutes. How was he going to explain this to Sato Sayuri?

Outside the window, the rain was pouring down, and faint thunder was brewing in the dark clouds.

The phone rang.

After ten minutes of silence.

Boom.

Thunder roared through the sky.

When Beiyuan got home, it was exactly 7:30. The sky was dark and the rain was dancing under the street lights.

He saw Sayuri Sato curled up on the ground at the door, waiting quietly.

Kitahara walked quickly.

Perhaps she heard footsteps, the female teacher raised her head, a little rain soaked her cheeks, her hair stuck to her forehead, and her little face was slightly pale from the cold. Sato Sayuri pursed her lips, looked at Kitahara's left leg which was fine, and a trace of pain flashed in her eyes.

Just as he was about to speak, Kitahara said angrily:

"Why are you so stupid? If I don't come back tonight, are you going to stay here all night?"

"what?"

Looking at Kitahara, whose eyes were full of anger, Sato Sayuri widened her eyes.

Not
It's clearly your fault, why are you angry with me?

You're not lying to me?

How could I possibly squat at the door for so long!

A trace of resentment flashed across Sayuri Sato's cold eyes, and she whispered, "I'm very angry and want to see you to ask everything clearly, so I've been waiting."

"What if I catch a cold? What if I get sick? Wouldn't I feel bad?"

"Is there any benefit to you in doing this?"

Faced with Kitahara's continuous questions, Sato Sayuri almost had tears in her eyes. This stinky little brother lied to her and now blamed her. What's the logic behind this?
Does he really have a conscience?
But facing Kitahara's concerned eyes, Sato Sayuri finally just lowered her head in a meek manner:
"sorry"

"It's ok."

Kitahara accepted Sayuri Sato's apology naturally and went forward to shake her hand. Sayuri Sato pursed her lips and pushed Kitahara away, silently tucking her hand into her clothes to prevent Kitahara from holding it. Kitahara glanced at his favorability rating.

[Character: Sayuri Sato]

Status: I stood in the rain for over ten minutes because of your lies. Now I'm starving and cold, and I'm resentful of you.

【Favourability: 60】

The favorability dropped by five points.

It seems that I have stayed outside for too long, so I feel a little aggrieved.

Beiyuan pondered for a moment, then hesitated and asked, "This is not the place to talk. Let's go inside and talk."

"No, I'll leave right away."

Sayuri Sato pursed her lips, took out the clean and gentle souvenir hidden behind her clothes, and pushed it to Kitahara: "Take it."

"what is this?"

Kitahara lowered his head and looked at the gift box wrapped in exquisite decorations. Although the rain was pouring down, the gift box was not wet. It seemed that Sato Sayuri really valued this gift.

"You said you were sick, so I wanted to buy something to visit you."

Sayuri Sato pursed her lips and said, "There's a sweater inside. Now that you've received it, I'm leaving."

Beiyuan's expression became a little complicated.

What you gain with sincerity may not necessarily be sincerity
This fool.

She was about to leave after she finished speaking, but her hand was naturally held by Beiyuan. She trembled in her heart, stretched out her hand, gritted her teeth and asked aggrievedly: "What are you doing?"

Looking at her beautiful eyes, Beiyuan was silent for a while and decided not to speak, but to express his thoughts through actions.

He held Sayuri Sato's cold little hand again and said, "Don't leave. Stay at my place tonight."

"no!"

Sayuri Sato widened her eyes and was shocked. How dare he say such a thing?

How could she explain to others why she had to stay at the male student's house in the middle of the night?

Kitahara's voice was tinged with laughter: "Are you scared, Sayuri?"

"I'm not afraid!"

Sato Sayuri turned her head angrily, but was greeted by a hot breath. She subconsciously closed her eyes, but nothing happened.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw Kitahara's smiling gaze.

The female teacher puffed up her face.

"Bad thing!"

"You tease me every day!"

Sayuri Sato blushed, perhaps to hide her shyness or something, and glared at him angrily, "You're always so disrespectful! Aren't you afraid I'll call the police and have you arrested?"

"The police are here, and I'm afraid the teacher won't be able to let go." Kitahara tightened his grip on Sato Sayuri's waist.

The teacher gasped as her waist was attacked. She patted Kitahara resentfully and said, "Don't touch me."

"come in"

Beiyuan lowered his voice and whispered to her, "Stay here tonight. No one will see you."

"Sayuri, don't you want to come into my house and take a look?"

“I don’t want to.”

Sayuri Sato placed her hands on her firm chest, pursed her lips and whispered nothing.

If her colleagues saw this little girl's posture, they would be shocked.

Kitahara knew that she had no intention of resisting, so he smiled and pulled Teacher Sato into the house.

The door was closed, and in the dark room, a person with a burning body appeared.

　I've rewritten it, and I think it will look more comfortable this way. However, the plot will be very different from what I originally wrote. I have to make major revisions to the article again in the next two days, which is a headache.

　　At the same time, I also want to talk to you about the teacher plot.

　　I have written so much, it is impossible not to accept her. Please don't ask me to kick her out. I know very well that I will be scolded if I really kick her out, and the readers will run away, so I will just hold on to her until graduation.

　　The teacher will definitely accept it! But I try to write in a way that won't get blocked.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)