Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 121 Wish
Is he not coming today?

In the afternoon, Yokoyama Miyu glanced at her watch; it showed 3:30.

"Kiyoya wouldn't lie to Saori."

Hearing Saori Hasegawa say the exact same things as yesterday, Miyu Yokoyama felt a sense of hallucination for a moment, then pursed her lips and muttered:
"Saori, you said the same thing yesterday. He's already lied to you once, hasn't he?"

Upon hearing this, Hasegawa Saori hugged her knees, her toes, encased in white socks, curled up, and she subconsciously scratched the floor, stubbornly saying:
"Kiyoshi didn't lie to Saori."

Yokoyama Miyu opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Saori's stubbornness made her seem completely unable to understand what she was saying, leading her to suspect that the man named Shiratori had given her some kind of mind-altering drug.

But upon closer reflection, she realized that Saori was too naive, almost to the point of being foolish, which was why she acted this way after falling for someone.

Yokoyama Miyu took a deep breath and couldn't help but ask:

"Saori, what do you think constitutes a lie?"

"Um……"

Saori pursed her lips, a thoughtful look flashing in her clear eyes, and said in a calm tone:
"If it's a broken arm or leg, do you think it's a lie, Miyu-senpai?"

"?"

Upon hearing this, Yokoyama Miyu's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean... he was in a car accident?"

Saori shook her head, her waist-length ponytail swaying behind her, and slowly said:

"No, Saori just said that this doesn't count as cheating."

She paused, then murmured to herself:
"So, Kiyoya must have encountered something he couldn't do to come see Saori. He absolutely believed Saori would win the match, that's why he didn't come. He's always believed in Saori, and, and..."

“Saori already punished Kiyoya yesterday.”

As she spoke, a sickly flush rose to Saori Hasegawa's fair cheeks. She gently rubbed her knees, her eyes shimmering with a watery light.

"punish?"

Miyu Yokoyama didn't understand her meaning and asked in confusion:
"How did you punish him? Was it because he went back last night...?"

Upon hearing this, the girl bit her pink lips, shyly burying her face in her knees, like a child ashamed after stealing candy, and whispered:
“Saori, Saori didn’t reply to his message, Kiyoya must feel really guilty…”

"..."

Yokoyama Miyu's eye twitched, and she turned her head away, ignoring her.

She really wanted to ask what kind of punishment this was? It was like throwing a tantrum at a child.

The punishment she envisioned, at the very least, was for Saori to go back to Tokyo, find that two-timing bastard, and break his legs and arms. That would be too much, since he would go to jail, but at least he should be beaten into a pulp and made to suffer.

But when it came to Saori, not replying to messages was considered a punishment.

I was angry for her yesterday and today, but now it seems I was just another part of your game.

Saori, you idiot.

Yokoyama Miyu felt that she was being unhelpful, but after being angry for a while, she couldn't help but start talking to Saori again.

Having truly felt the purity in her heart, it's hard to feel any aversion towards her; after the anger subsides, you feel more heartache.

Yokoyama Miyu reached out and tugged at Saori's arm, then waited for Saori to look at her and asked:
"By the way, Saori, did Oda-senpai contact you yesterday?"

Saori blinked, tilted her head, and asked in confusion:

"Oda? Who's that?"

"Ah...it's that eighth-dan teacher from yesterday..." After a brief explanation, Yokoyama Miyu frowned and said:
"You didn't take it to heart at all, did you? This is very important to you, Saori. I inquired about it for you yesterday. He was promoted to 8th dan the year before last, and he's supposedly looking for a disciple to promote his Yin Xin Liu style. He talked to Master Changxin for a long time yesterday, and I overheard a few words. It was all about you. I guess he'll come to take you as his disciple today..."

Perhaps she spoke too much in one breath, because Hasegawa Saori was stunned, and circles gradually formed in her eyes.

Seeing that she didn't react, Yokoyama Miyu reached out and tugged at her sleeve again, asking:
"Saori, are you listening?"

"what."

Saori snapped out of her daze, pursed her lips, and asked:
"But that old man looks like he's about to die, can he really teach Saori? I feel like Saori could send him to... ugh..."

She only got halfway through her sentence before Yokoyama Miyu realized what was happening and quickly covered Hasegawa Saori's mouth with her hand, scolding her:
"Saori, you can eat whatever you want, but why do you have to say whatever you want? Be careful someone hears you and you get beaten up..."

As she spoke, Yokoyama Miyu cautiously glanced around and, finding everyone either engrossed in the match or chatting quietly, relieved that no one was paying attention to them, she turned to Saori and said:
"You mustn't say things like that again."

"But Saori is telling the truth. She looks so frail, she probably can't even eat two rice balls in one meal..."

Reaching out, Saori pried open Yokoyama Miyu's hand, her little face full of grievance as she complained.

"..."

"Anyway, you're not allowed to say that anymore."

Seeing her pitiful state, Yokoyama Miyu felt a pang of sympathy, after all, Saori might be telling the truth. But seeing Saori's listless expression, she added:

"Furthermore, I recommend you become his disciple. On one hand, you might learn his Yin Xin style swordsmanship, and on the other hand... Saori, didn't you ask me before where you could work as a security guard to earn a lot of money?"

Gritting her teeth, Yokoyama Miyu said:

"If you become his last disciple, and if you later become a representative of the Yin Xin School, you can earn a lot in advertising fees every year. You might even be able to open your own dojo, so you can continue to practice swordsmanship after graduation and support yourself..."

Upon hearing this, Saori Hasegawa's eyes flickered, and she turned her head to ask:

"Can you really make money by following that old man?"

"It's Oda-senpai, Oda Yoshihide-sensei. You'd better remember that, so you don't call him 'old man' when you meet him..."

Yokoyama Miyu raised her index finger and tapped Saori's forehead. Then she thought of the scene when Saori called that person "little old man" when they met, and she found it so funny that she couldn't help but laugh.

However, Saori ignored her and asked seriously:

"Really? You can make money? How much? Enough to buy a house in Tokyo? Miyu-senpai, you're not lying to Saori, are you?"

Subconsciously meeting Saori's earnest gaze, Yokoyama Miyu was taken aback, then couldn't help but ask:

"Saori... are you short of money? I remember the kendo club gives you a stipend, right? And why are you thinking about buying a house in Tokyo?"

"without……"

Saori Hasegawa shook her head, persistently pressing for an answer:
"So how much money can I make? Will I get paid if I become his apprentice? How many years do I need to save up to buy a house in Tokyo?"

"I……"

Just as Yokoyama Miyu was about to speak, a club member suddenly tapped her shoulder with his phone and said:
"Minister, your cell phone."

"Ok?"

Yokoyama Miyu blinked, glanced at the phone screen, and instinctively reached out to take the phone.

However, before she could even see the words 'White Bird' clearly, her hand was already outstretched in mid-air when she felt a dark shadow flash before her eyes.

By the time she realized what was happening, Saori Hasegawa had already pressed the answer button, a clear smile playing on her lips as she said:

"Hello? Is this Kiyoya? You've come to see Saori?"

……
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(End of this chapter)