I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 23 The woman who knows how to be charming has the best life.
"What's your name?"

"Rin. And you?"

"Tsukino Gen".

In my memory, orphanages were always a small patch of sky.

Whether the sky is clear or the clouds are thick.

It's just a small patch of land where you can vaguely see the skyscrapers of the outside world.

Many children's favorite thing to do every day is to try their best to perform well. When so-called social philanthropists come to the orphanage, they take a liking to them and take them away.

Tsukino Gen never has to do anything, not even give a smile, before someone wants to take him away.

It wasn't that the orphanage wouldn't let him go; it was that Gen Tsukino himself didn't want to be adopted and was quietly waiting for the day when he could prove that he was capable of independent survival.

Aside from reading and studying on his own, there wasn't much else Tsukino Gen could do. At most, he would stay in the courtyard of the orphanage, looking at that small patch of sky and waiting for time to pass.

His life was uneventful, and he wasn't afraid of loneliness, the dark, or being left alone like other children.

Until the paper airplane flew over the courtyard wall.

It was at that time that Rin, who was like a little princess, appeared in Tsukino Gen's world.

Her appearance was stunning, but for Tsukino Gen, it was nothing out of the ordinary; there was nothing unbelievable about it.

The most special thing about Rin was that she was beautiful, well-behaved, and cute back then.

Ever since I helped her retrieve that paper airplane from the treetop, she has been tirelessly bringing me her favorite snacks and books.

She would also talk to herself about the troubles and joys in her little life.

Gen Tsukino doesn't remember most of those stories; he mostly plays the role of a listener.

The main issue is that he also needs to learn how to communicate with a child of his own age as a child himself.

Until one day, at the gate of the orphanage, she told herself with red eyes.

"I can't come here anymore. I'm moving back home. My real home, as my mother said."

"But I will get into Zhaori Private High School. If possible, let's meet there."

"You'll come looking for me, won't you?"

Her hopeful eyes were red and swollen, as if they held a despair and sadness that shouldn't be present at her age.

The face from that time and the girl in front of me seem completely different.

Gen Tsukino held the clothes the other person had given him, ignoring the flaw in the collar.

He simply leaned against the wall, looking down at her.

"Is this interesting, Rin?"

When the boy uttered the word "Rin" in his cold voice, the girl in front of him looked away. She seemed to have instantly lost the courage to meet his gaze, to provoke him, or to vent her anger.

The next moment, she looked at him intently, as if she wanted to pin Tsukino Gen to the wall with her gaze.

"Don't call me Rin, we're not that close. If you insist on going back like this, then so be it. Just throw your clothes in the trash."

After saying that, she turned around and quickly disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.

Gen Tsukino looked at the clothes in his hand, turned around, went back to the bathroom to change, and threw the one with the torn collar into the trash can.

When Tsukino Gen walked out, there was no trace of Asagiri Rin; it was as if she had never existed.

Akihiko Miura looked over curiously.

"You went to the restroom, why are your clothes changed?"

Gen Tsukino shook his head. "They said it was a mistake by their staff that caused my clothes to get stained, so they just gave me a new one to change into."

Miura Akihiko's eyes widened slightly. "My God. Balenciaga? Is this store that rich?"

"Who knows? Haven't you finished drinking yet? I'm going home."

"Oh, okay, let's go then. I'll go pay the bill."

One minute later.

You mean free?

Akihiko Miura stood at the front desk, blinking in astonishment, with a kind of clear-eyed stupidity.

The cashier at the front desk bowed politely.

"Yes, the boss has instructed us. Because of the staff's mistake, you had a bad experience, so the meal is free. We hope that next time we can serve you better, and we hope you can forgive our shortcomings this time."

Miura Akihiko and Tsukino Gen, who had no expression, walked out of the restaurant.

Gen Tsukino glanced back at the restaurant's sign.

Apart from the words "paper airplane", the logo at the front looks a bit old, like a tattered paper airplane.

It's like when people recall memories, the colors are always dim and gray.

"You even gave it away for free. Is it for my sake or yours?"

Even Akihiko Miura felt it was unreal.

The service was amazing! I've never heard of anything like this before.

Expensive clothes like these are offered for free. What's the difference between that and giving them away for free?
What face could I possibly have?

"You're right. I thought you went to the restroom and became a gigolo."

"Get lost."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The two went out together and stood by the roadside.

Miura Akihiko looked at Tsukino Gen.

"How are you getting back? I'll reimburse your travel expenses."

"No need for this money. I'm leaving."

"Row."

Watching Gen Tsukino walk across the street with his hands in his pockets, Miura Akihiko murmured to himself with a sigh.

"That's fucking arrogant."

Inside the restaurant, soothing music continued to play.

At the top of the spiral staircase, overlooking the entire Paper Airplane restaurant and bar, is a separate private room with one-way glass.

The spot that had been occupied for almost the entire night had been cleared out and was now waiting for new customers.

Asagiri Rin leaned lazily against the table, holding the half-finished Golden Fizz in her hand.

"Miss, you've already had quite a bit to drink. I'm afraid Madam will complain when we get back."

The young woman, who usually plays the role of a female driver, whispered to the girl, who was almost always by her side.

Asagiri Rin slightly raised her eyes; there was no need to look at that spot anymore.

Because new guests had arrived—a young couple, all smiles, radiating the bright happiness of being deeply in love.

It looks jarring, even ridiculous.

“I’m an adult now, and I have the right to choose whether or not to drink. If this is something you have to report, then just tell the truth.”

"this."

The woman's eyes held a hint of unease, because the drinking itself wasn't the real issue; what was most concerning and drew the most attention was the unspoken behavior of this dazzling princess.

If she could, she wouldn't want to know. She didn't want to get involved in something so prone to unexpected problems.

What could be more dangerous than the emotions of an eighteen-year-old?

Especially in wealthy families like this.

Immature relationships often ruin one of the two people involved. Of course, that person is definitely not Asagiri Rin.

"But tell him the truth about his affairs, don't embellish it. Understand?"

The girl stared intently at the woman.

It was so intense that she felt a dangerous pressure, and she couldn't help but sweat a little on her palms.

She sensed the threat in it.

So he nodded.

"I know Miss."

Rin Asagiri finally finished the last sip, put down her glass, and stood up.

Her figure was so perfect and elegant that even her rising was like the opening move of a dance.

"Come on, go home."

I left the restaurant and sat in the back seat of the car.

Asagiri Rin leaned against the car window, feeling slightly dizzy; she wasn't as calm and clear-headed as she appeared.

The image of us meeting in a narrow passage in the hallway outside the restroom keeps replaying in my mind.

"Is this interesting, Rin?"

"cold."

The way he called her Rin seemed to evoke many memories, memories she thought she could easily forget. But just mentioning them, just seeing him, felt like being bound by ropes and shackled.

Trapped tightly within themselves.

It's impossible not to care.

She sighed.

He casually pulled out the largest denomination banknote from his bag and folded it into a small, simple paper airplane.

He rolled down the car window and threw it out.

I closed the car window and could faintly hear the exclamations of passersby outside.

She leaned back against the seat, her body slightly hunched, her eyes lowered, hiding in the darkness.

……

"Gululu."

"Gululu."

"Gululu."

Is there something wrong with this porridge?

A man and a woman eating breakfast together at the same table in the Saturday morning light.

Tsukino Gen could no longer ignore it and looked at Kiyono Mizuki, who was sipping her porridge and staring intently at her.

"no problem."

Kiyono Mizuki said coldly.

"Then just drink your porridge. Why are you staring at me? I know I'm attractive and can make people's mouths water, but there's no need to be so direct."

"Pah! Who saw you with your fingers twitching?"

"Then what are you looking at?"

"You have a hickey on your neck."

Kiyono Mizuki snorted coldly.

But Tsukino Gen smiled indifferently and didn't even bother to reach out and touch it.

"Really? When did you steal that kiss?"

".Neuropathy."

There were actually no hickeys at all; Kiyono Mizuki just wanted to see if he would easily detect something and show a guilty expression. But unfortunately, her little scheme never seemed to work.

"Then you two are a perfect match."

"You," Kiyono Mizuki, gave up on any attempts at 'scheming'. She could never gain the upper hand, and all she did was cause herself emotional turmoil, so she simply gave up!
“You didn’t go home after you left here last night; you went out.”

She stared at Tsukino Gen.

The boy nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Yes, I went out for a walk."

"I got back very late."

Kiyono Mizuki added a sentence.

Tsukino Gen looked at the other person with amusement, "Yeah. I wandered a bit too far without realizing it. Anyway, I didn't have to go to school today, so I came back a little late."

"Oh."

Why won't you say what you're going to do?
逛？
Who believes it!
An eighteen-year-old boy, in the prime of his youth, handsome and looking like an old man, going out for a walk and shopping? How infuriating! What is he trying to hide?
Just then, Tsukino Gen suddenly looked up.

Want to know what I did last night?

"Who wants to know? It's boring."

Kiyono Mizuki lowered her head and drank her porridge with resentment.

wait.

Wait quietly.

Wait patiently.

Wait, what?!
She suddenly raised her head and stared intently at Tsukino Gen.

The boy blinked innocently.

"what happened?"

Why don't you say so?

"say what?"

"Tell me what you did last night."

"Didn't you say you didn't want to know?"

"Tell me if you want, or don't!"

Kiyono Mizuki wanted to leave in anger, but when she tried instinctively, she couldn't stand up at all.

Instead, he managed to brace himself, but quickly ran out of strength.

"thump."

He plopped back down in his wheelchair.

"Hahahahaha."

Gen Tsukino across from them laughed loudly.

Kiyono Mizuki blushed instantly, covered her face, and buried her head.

"woo"

The combined pressure of shame and humiliation caused her to let out a mournful cry.

Gen Tsukino put down his chopsticks.

He smiled and squatted down beside her.

"I just went out to have dinner with friends, nothing else, and I didn't add any other girls' contact information. You can check my phone if you don't believe me."

Just as he approached and whispered those words...

Suddenly, Kiyono Mizuki raised her head.

He grabbed Tsukino Gen's hand and bit her.

It doesn't hurt at all.

All I felt was warm saliva.

It felt like being ambushed by a kitten.

Tsukino Gen wasn't surprised at all; he simply patted the other person's head with his other hand.

"You can bite harder, however hard you want. I'll massage your legs with that same amount of force later."

".don't want."

She looked up pitifully.

The sunlight streaming through the window fell on the boy's cheeks, along with a warm smile.

"Will you still be sarcastic and sarcastic towards me in the future?"

"Try not to."

Gen Tsukino reluctantly propped himself up on his knees, let out a long sigh, and then looked at her.

"If you want to know where I am and what I'm doing, just send me a message. Otherwise, why did I add you as a friend yesterday?"

"But I"

Are you qualified?

She wanted to ask, but couldn't.

At that moment, Tsukino Gen patted her head and then went to the dining table to clear the dishes.

He tidied up, head down.

Sunlight fell on his seemingly thin but actually reliable shoulders, and his slender figure became a tall shadow on the wall.

He was in the light, where dust floated.

It was as if he was muttering to himself.

"Women who know how to be charming have the best lives."

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