I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 293 The Trouble with a Beautiful Woman

When they arrived at Sakuraba Yuki's house, they realized that they had bought quite a lot of things.

In addition to vegetables, meat, and eggs, there are also beverages and alcoholic drinks.

The more Tsukino Gen looked at him, the more he seemed like someone who was out camping and having a barbecue.

Looking at the other person curiously, she said, "Buying so much? I don't believe you cook regularly."

Sakuraba Yuki blushed slightly. "I'm so busy with work, do you think I have time to cook every day? Ingredients will spoil if they're kept in the refrigerator. Besides, you can't keep everything in the refrigerator."

"Isn't that what refrigerators are for?"

"If you put any fruits and vegetables in it, they will absorb the flavors. It's fine if they don't spoil, but if they do, I won't be able to eat the rest of my fruit and yogurt."

"So many varieties."

Indeed, some things are invented for the same purpose, but depending on the user, they become different things.

For example, some people use their shoe cabinets to store shoes, while others use them to store vases, fragrances, or various figurines and toys, but never shoes.

The room wasn't much different from when I last came; it was still a clean, simple rental apartment.

Unlike many young people who, in pursuit of a so-called sense of belonging, fill their rental apartments with dolls and simple furniture that they don't actually need, this isn't like the situation where they cram their entire apartment to the brim.

Unlike some lazy homebodies who are too lazy to go out, their dirty clothes, leftover takeout, and all sorts of kitchen waste are piled up everywhere, creating a stench.

Her attitude was easy to see; she was only using this place as a temporary stop, not the ultimate destination for her 'ambition and desire'.

They helped put the bags and packages in the kitchen area. A rented room for one person naturally doesn't have a separate kitchen, especially in a place like Zhaori where every inch of land is precious.

It's obviously impossible to have a nice area to stay in, a good room layout, and a cheap price all at the same time.

An integrated kitchen, living room, and dining room is the most common room layout in Zhaori.

Fortunately, the range hood, with its decent features, made up for this.

It wouldn't make the waiting people too uncomfortable; Tsukino Gen is quite considerate. At least as a man, he's not completely useless. He's not the kind of useless man who just sits in the living room smoking and bragging to his friends while his wife cooks in the kitchen.

Do you need me to help out?

"No need, didn't I invite you to dinner? I can come by myself."

"Really?"

"Don't worry, I'm your teacher."

To avoid being disliked, Tsukino Gen obediently sat on the other person's sofa.

There were no socks scattered in the sofa cushions, nor any strange toys, so it didn't seem to be a trigger for the plot.

So I simply turned on the TV and started playing on my phone.

But before long, while Sakuraba Yuki was still cooking, there was a knock on the door.

Gen Tsukino looked towards the kitchen, where the sophisticated woman, busy preparing ingredients, seemed completely oblivious to the knocking at the door.

But the door didn't seem to be stopping, so after a brief moment of thought, Tsukino Gen put away his phone, stood up, and opened the door to the room.

"Miss Sakuraba, oh, who is this? Who are you?"

As soon as Tsukino Gen opened the door, he heard a somewhat excited voice.

However, once he saw his own face clearly, the voice became full of doubt and scrutiny.

A middle-aged man in a suit.

He was also wearing square-framed glasses, making him look like a knowledgeable and successful group member.

"Are you looking for Miss Sakuraba?"

I didn't address Sakuraba Yuki as "teacher" to prevent people from making a big deal out of our teacher-student relationship; it was also a way of being prudent.

Gen Tsukino calmly looked at the other person.

The well-dressed, successful middle-aged man with glasses adjusted his glasses, and seemed to be carrying something in his hand.

Looking through the bag, it appears to be the packaging for some kind of alcoholic beverage, and it's probably not low-end.

"I'm Miss Sakuraba's neighbor. And you are... her friend?"

Interesting.

If a strange man appears in the home of a woman living alone, would you first wonder if he is a friend or if there is some other relationship between them?
Of course, what you get from asking might be the kind of relationship you want.

Gen Tsukino's face remained expressionless as he smiled and said, "She was cooking and didn't hear the knock. Shall I go and call her?"

If things were normal, the other party should have backed down, and any questions they had should have been addressed separately later.

After all, it's impossible to determine the exact relationship between the exceptionally handsome young man in front of her and the female owner. Even if she doesn't want to misunderstand, it's hard not to.

But the man in front of him said without hesitation, "Then I'll trouble you to go and inform them."

"Oh."

Gen Tsukino left the door slightly ajar, without closing it completely.

She lazily looked at Sakuraba Yuki in the kitchen and said, "There's a man with glasses looking for you at the door."

Sakuraba Yuki paused for a moment, "The one who wears glasses? Mr. Kuroda?"

"Kuroda again?"

"That's that woman's husband. Why is he here again? Honestly. Can you check the heat for me?"

After saying that, he quickly wiped his hands and ran over without even taking off his apron.

The woman looked very impatient, as if something serious would happen if she didn't deal with it now.

Tsukino Gen didn't follow, diligently keeping the pot on the heat. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in gossip; it was simply that his excellent hearing allowed him to clearly hear the conversation at the door. Sakuraba Yuki said somewhat awkwardly, "Why is Mr. Kuroda here again?"

They directly used the word "again".

But Kuroda didn't seem to listen at all. "Oh, you like drinking, right? A colleague brought me a bottle of red wine from abroad, and I was thinking of asking if you wanted to drink with me."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kuroda, I don't have the time, and I think it would be more appropriate for you and your wife to have a drink together. I might not be able to."

From all perspectives, Sakuraba Yuki's answer was quite appropriate.

However, the inequalities of this world are clearly reflected in men. This is not meant to be derogatory, but some men really do think differently, just like some women.

He or she can't listen to things they don't want to hear.

"Is it inconvenient? Is it because of that boy from earlier? Sorry, I haven't asked yet. Is he your... brother? Or a friend?"

Gen Tsukino almost burst out laughing.

This shows how much they don't want Sakuraba Yuki to have a boyfriend.

Or is it that I am indeed too dazzling, so much so that the answer I least want to hear is immediately obvious?

"Well, it seems unnecessary to tell Mr. Kuroda about this. Anyway, Mr. Kuroda, you should go back first. I ran into your wife at the supermarket. She should be home soon. It wouldn't be good for her to know that you came to see me."

This is clearly not the first time something like this has happened.

This has been troubling Sakuraba Yuki for quite some time.

Then Kuroda said, "Don't worry about her, she's just an old hag. By the way, why don't we eat together? I brought some wine. I think your friend is quite nice, we can get to know each other. Maybe I can help out if anything happens in Zhaori."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kuroda. He's my boyfriend, and I don't think he'd want anyone else on our dates."

It's clear that there's really no other way.

They even came up with this kind of excuse.

You can tell that those words had quite a bit of an impact; even the thickest skin can't just stay put any longer.

Mr. Kuroda's voice came through somewhat reluctantly.

"Oh, I see. Then I won't bother you any longer. Here's the wine."

"Please take it back, thank you."

"boom."

The door closed quickly.

Sakuraba Yuki, looking somewhat tired, returned and then saw Tsukino Gen looking over with an indifferent gaze.

"solved?"

Sakuraba Yuki suddenly remembered the excuse she had just used, saying that the boy was her boyfriend. Although she knew it was an excuse and the other person probably couldn't hear it, she still felt inexplicably guilty.

It's like you've secretly stolen some sweet fruit, and now you have to lie to my face and say you didn't eat it.

"Hmm, it's just a minor issue, I'll handle it."

With a slightly flushed face, she nervously accepted the pot from the boy's hand.

Gen Tsukino smiled and looked at her, "Sakuraba-sensei is quite charming; people think of you wherever you go."

Sakuraba Yuki said irritably, "What do you mean by 'quite charming'? Isn't it just that there are too many strange people in this world?"

"It's alright, that guy was dressed smartly and looked quite respectable."

"Pfft. You're actually cursing now, huh? But it is indeed quite strange. When we first met, I forgot my keys one time after get off work, and he happened to see me. He helped me call a locksmith."

"I was quite grateful to him at the time, so I brought him some fruit. Then I saw his wife. She was quite unfriendly to me from the first time she saw me. I thought we should keep things separate and didn't have any other intentions. I was just going to thank her and let it go. But I didn't expect..."

"That man has started pestering me instead?"

Gen Tsukino could immediately guess the general plot of what would happen next.

Sakuraba Yuki sighed helplessly, "That's right, I didn't intend to become friends with him. I just don't like owing people favors. But it seems he misunderstood something. Whenever his wife isn't home, he takes the opportunity to come see me. I've explained to him many times that it's inconvenient and it's not good for him to keep coming to see me. He keeps telling me it's okay, that he just admires young people like me who are working hard in the big city."

"He even said he saw his younger self in me, and then talked about his current achievements, saying that I shouldn't hesitate to ask him for help if I needed it. He also often brags to me about how much influence he has and how many friends he has in Zhaori. I've been trying to avoid him like the plague, and now he's come knocking on my door. I'm really..."

Tsukino Gen smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's alright. If Sakuraba-sensei feels uncomfortable staying here, just tell me. I'll help you find a better place to stay."

Sakuraba Yuki glanced at the smiling boy with surprise.

Her cheeks were unusually flushed, and her eyes lingered on his handsome face for a moment.

"You're acting all grown-up again. What's wrong with helping me find a place? Renting a place in Zhaori isn't cheap. My lease still has a month left, so I'll look for one then. It's not that difficult."

"It seems that Sakuraba-sensei has misunderstood something."

"Ok?"

Sakuraba Yuki looked at Tsukino Gen strangely.

Then he saw the young man casually walk up to him, pick up the cutting board, and then skillfully pick up the cleaver.

She picked up a whole head of broccoli and began chopping it with remarkable skill; her movements were so swift and quick that it was almost dazzling.

"When I say I'm helping people solve problems, I usually mean a complete solution, which means you don't need to worry about the money."

"Eh?"

what?
Does this sound like someone is trying to keep you as a sugar daddy?

……

(End of this chapter)