Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 83 I will take responsibility for her life
(The plot of the previous chapter is that I got up in the morning and had sex, and because my clothes were dirty, I decided to go out and buy a new one)
"Go into this store and take a look."

Kitahara said, pointing to a store.

"Ah."

Qianchuan nodded obediently and followed Kitahara into the store.

There were already couples shopping inside, and it seemed that this was a place that sold couples' outfits.

Several female college students secretly looked at Kitahara and thought he was handsome.

Occasionally, he would glance at Qianchuan, who had long bangs and looked a little gloomy next to him.

When my girlfriend doesn’t lift up her long hair, she looks very ordinary, but only by getting to know her better can you understand her charm.

Kitahara also asked her if she wanted to get a haircut, but Qianchuan just replied, "It's too pretty. People at my part-time job will notice it."

This is also a means of self-protection.

Kitahara respected her wishes and never played with her again after that.

Anyway, as long as he can see it clearly, that's enough.

Qianchuan noticed the gazes around him and looked at the couples next to him, some holding hands or arm in arm, and then looked at himself and Kitahara. Standing one in front and one behind, they didn't look like a couple at all, but more like strangers.

"Couple outfits" Beiyuan pondered for a moment, then turned and asked, "What do you think?"

“Yes, yes”

But, is it too bold?
The female clerk stood by and watched for a long time. Finally, she picked them out from among several couples and walked up to introduce them.

Knowing people is a basic need.

Unlike other college couples, Kitahara's couple is obviously younger and looks like college students.

Without some strength, how can college students dare to enter luxury stores?
"How can I help you?"

"Couple outfit suitable for me and her."

"What is your intention?"

"Sweater, coat, anything."

“Here are a few recommendations.”

Qianchuan was standing aside when he suddenly heard Beiyuan calling him. He held up a light pink sweater and whispered, "Try putting it on and see?"

Qianchuan took a look at the brand first, shook his head, and whispered in Beiyuan's ear: "It's so expensive."

How can a sweater be sold for tens of thousands of yen?
"Whether it's expensive or not depends on the effect. If it looks good on Chikawa-chan, then it's worth any amount of money." Kitahara said, "I want to see you look more beautiful."

".satyr."

Qianchuan lowered his head and said something that sounded more like a spoiled child than a curse, then he picked up his sweater and hurried into the locker room.

Kitahara is looking forward to the results.

Sweaters, especially this kind of slim-fitting sweaters, can better show the shape of the chest.

Qianchuan already had a good figure, and he couldn't imagine how good he would look in this kind of clothes.

After a while, a soft voice called out from the locker room. Beiyuan turned his head and found that his girlfriend had only half opened the door, revealing a small head, looking at him from a distance: "This way."

"coming."

Beiyuan was confused when he arrived at the dressing room: "What's wrong? Doesn't it fit?"

"It fits well, but a little bit."

"astringent."

Qianchuan lowered his head and his voice became lower and lower.

She could never imagine how something that looked so elegant on others could become so erotic on her.

Kitahara was stunned for a moment, then walked into the locker room to take a look.

The slim-fit sweater wrapped around Qianchuan's body softly, stretching out two parabolic attractive loops on her chest. The high-necked sweater clung tightly to the girl, creating the best effect for the Shinjuku evening cherry blossom-colored lace underwear advertisement next to it.

The hem of the sweater just reaches the hips, and the cherry pink pattern outlines a complex shape.

The snow-white swan neck was perfectly wrapped, rising and falling slightly with her breathing. Just by changing her clothes, my girlfriend looked more than ten years older, like an urban mature woman, with an indescribable charm.

"How is it?" Qianchuan said awkwardly.

Beiyuan swallowed and said, "This is it."

After buying it, he would admire the pattern of the sweater every night.

As if sensing Kitahara's thoughts, Qianchuan pouted, but he had no choice but to nod: "Okay."

"Oh, and this one next to it, why not buy one too."

"Ok?"

Qianchuan blinked his clear eyes and turned back in confusion, then he saw the evening cherry-colored lace underwear advertisement placed in the dressing room.

She didn't say anything, just gritted her teeth.

Bunkyo-ku, Tokyo.

Affiliated Hospital of Medical University.

The smell of disinfectant reached its peak when the elevator doors opened.

Kitahara counted the numbers on the bronze plaque of the ward number. There was half a dried hydrangea petal stuck to the edge of the metal number 704. This was not the season for hydrangeas to bloom, so it was obvious that someone had visited the patient.

He lifted the lilies in his arms, and the girl in the light blue pleated skirt next to him grabbed his arm tightly, looking flustered and even more nervous than Kitahara.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm afraid you don't like daddy." Qianchuan said with his little face lowered.

She was really satisfied with Beiyuan and felt that he was a gentle person. Although he was sometimes a bit harsh, he really cared about her.

But Qianchuan's family is indeed not well off. It would be considered patient for a normal boy not to run away, let alone a high-quality boy like Beiyuan.

She was afraid of losing him because of her family.

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Kitahara was speechless for a moment.

It is normal for a son-in-law to be worried when he meets his father-in-law, so why is she the one who is worried?

He tightened Qianchuan's hand, giving the girl confidence, then pushed the door open and walked in.

On the far left side of the ward, a slim middle-aged man was lying on the bed. The hospital window was open, and a breeze brought the fragrance of the garden into the ward.

"dad."

Qianchuan's voice broke through the sound of the ECG monitor. The middle-aged man on the hospital bed turned his head and looked at the girl who pushed the door open curiously, "Liang Xiang?"

Qianchuan put down the things in his hand, feeling at a loss, and pulled Beiyuan's sleeve, motioning him to stand in front of him.

"This is my husband. No, no, this is my classmate Kitahara!"

Senkawa Ryoka was a little clumsy with her words and almost bit her tongue. She realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly changed her words.

"Yours?" "Yes, hers." Kitahara smiled, not forgetting to tease Qianchuan.

The girlfriend got angry and secretly bumped him with her shoulder.

The little movements of the two were all displayed in front of the middle-aged man.

Senkawa Masato turned his gaze and fell on the man next to his daughter. He was wearing clothes of unknown brand and dressed in a scholarly manner. He looked like an excellent student.

He observed carefully and made a simple judgment.

This should be a boy with a tutor.

"Kitahara-kun, huh? Sorry, I can't shake your hand because I'm not feeling well."

"I heard your name from my little girl. She must have received a lot of care."

"I'm Senkawa Masato, Ryoka's father."

"first meet."

Beiyuan returned the greeting and looked at the thin man in front of him. His wrist bones were protruding and his fingers were like dead branches. It was hard to imagine that he was a middle-aged man in his forties who was severely tortured by illness.

"Hello uncle, I'm Kitahara Yoki, and I'm Chikawa's boyfriend. I live in Ikebukuro."

"Boyfriend?"

Senkawa Masato was surprised. Looking at his daughter hiding behind Kitahara, cowering timidly and not even daring to raise her head, he didn't know what to do. He could only greet her warmly: "Has Kitahara-kun had breakfast? I have some snacks here."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand tremblingly, picked up the whole and unopened bread on the bedside table, and was about to hand it to Kitahara.

"No, no, Kitahara-kun and I already had it before coming to the hospital." Qianchuan quickly took it.

"You must not be full. Eat some more."

Masato Senkawa was very enthusiastic and asked Kitahara to eat something more, fearing that he was not full.

This reminded Kitahara of his grandfather.

When Junior High was sick in the hospital, every time he visited, his grandfather would ask him if he had eaten.

I don't know where this custom came from, but it's obviously a way of showing care for him.

"Okay, I still have some food left." Kitahara didn't refuse. He pulled a chair and sat down. He took some bread and ate while chatting with Senkawa Masato.

Later, he learned about Qianchuan's father's situation.

'Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis'.

It is generally called "amyotrophic lateral sclerosis" and there is an ice bucket challenge on YouTube. Currently, there is no cure for this disease.

All we can do is delay.

In the later stages, people lose their ability to move, their muscles atrophy, and the heart may even be damaged.

The Affiliated Hospital of Medical University is already a very good hospital, but of course the hospitalization fees and nursing fees are also frighteningly high, so even if Qianchuan works all day, he will eventually have to sell his body.

If Kitahara hadn't appeared, her life would indeed be very dark.

"Ryoka, go make some tea for Kitahara-kun."

"How can we entertain guests without tea?"

"Don't just stand here."

"Ok!"

Qianchuan shuddered, picked up the teacup and ran out of the ward.

Kitahara glanced at his father-in-law. After seeing Liang Xiang leave, Senchuan Masato sighed softly and his expression became much uglier. "I'm sorry, Kitahara-kun. I clearly told you to come over today, but I didn't prepare anything."

"It's okay, I don't take it seriously."

"It's obvious that you don't care about etiquette, otherwise why would you date my little Liang Xiang?"

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Kitahara thought about Qianchuan's little canine teeth and nodded silently.

Senkawa Masato smiled and said, "She has a strong personality just like a boy. If she annoys you, please be understanding."

He sent Qianchuan away because he had something to say.

So after Liang Xiang walked out the door, Senchuan Masato took the initiative to speak: "I am ashamed. As her father, I feel that there is nothing I can do except let Liang Xiang suffer. I often suffer from insomnia at night. After thinking about it, perhaps leaving is the best help for her."

"But when I think about it carefully, her mother was irresponsible and left her alone in the world. It was a bit cruel, but she has the audacity to live until now."

Kitahara remained silent.

He felt that this was not shameless, and his father-in-law was being modest. Every person has his value in life.

For example, Qianchuan’s father is the rope that holds Qianchuan’s life together.

As long as he keeps going, Qianchuan will always remain optimistic about life, but on the contrary
Beiyuan was silent for a moment, then said, "You're welcome. As long as you're alive and well, it will be a happy thing for Qianchuan."

Senkawa Masato smiled, shook his head and said nothing.

He was silent for a moment: "You paid the hospital bill, right?"

"Yes."

"Ryoka borrowed it from you?"

"Yes."

Senkawa Masato nodded and said, "The child will return the money to you. I don't want you to feel that the relationship between you is maintained because of money."

"I know."

Kitahara nodded. "She's a girl with a lot of self-esteem. If she liked me just for money, I wouldn't have helped her from the beginning."

Senkawa Masato breathed a sigh of relief and kept whispering, "Thank you, thank you."

"I don't know you either, so I can't tell what your personality is like. I just think Kitahara-kun probably comes from a good family, so he might be a good match for you."

"But out of concern, I still want to ask, what do you think of Ryoka?"

"As you can see, our family is very poor. If you have bad thoughts, you will definitely be disappointed."

When this seriously ill middle-aged man said his last words, his expression became sad.

Beiyuan pondered for a moment. It was absolutely not okay to be sloppy at this time. A mature person must make some promises and must practice what he does.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but think, what did he think of Qianchuan?

At first, I just wanted to save this girl who had fallen into darkness, thinking that she was always insincere and quite strange. Later, in the hotel, I saw her self-respect and realized that she was not a doll that I could play with at will, and my heart was touched.

Later, at night in the apartment, I saw her "ferocious" look again.

Every time they get along, Qianchuan brings different feelings to Beiyuan. Until now, he has made sure that he will not let his girlfriend go. Qianchuan belongs to him, even if he has to tie her up, he will tie her to his side.

Even if I cry, I will cry in a mansion of several hundred square meters.

"I will take responsibility for her life."

"That's all."

(End of this chapter)