Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Meanwhile, Fujino was unaware of Kitano Megumi's attempt.

Of course, if he knew, he would also give her a thumbs up.

There are very few patients who are so proactive in trying to overcome panic disorder.

But at this moment, he also has to fulfill his promise to someone else.

Early in the morning, he arrived at the entrance of Hinomori Girls' Academy, waiting for Saki-chan, whom he had arranged to meet.

Being a dad for a day is quite interesting.

After only a few days apart, Saki seemed a bit more awkward in his eyes.

The same woolen winter school uniform was still a bit disheveled, the shirt was wrinkled, and one leg was bare in the dead of winter without stockings, the knees were red from the cold.

Her face looked tired; her delicate features were without makeup, her dark circles were heavy, and her big eyes seemed to have lost their sparkle.

"Fujino-san," Saki gently twirled her bone china cup, "I'm so grateful that you attended the parent-teacher conference on behalf of my father."

Ok?

Just as Fujino was about to press for details about the possible conversations at the parents' meeting, a light screen suddenly popped up in front of him.

[Wakaba Saki: Fujino's still the same old Fujino, so easily fooled! Damn it, what if I tell him the truth and he doesn't want to get scolded by the homeroom teacher? I'm sorry, even though you've been kind to me, I'll still say thank you. This is so troublesome, but for now, please take the scolding for me.]

[Worldline 1: Pretend nothing happened and obediently go with Saki to be the sucker. (Reward: A hatchet, rumored to have been used in a split-up operation)]

[Worldline 2: Force Saki to tell the truth, explain the potential risks of the parent-teacher conference, and make her apologize profusely for concealing this matter. (Reward: Item 'Plug and Play Recorder')]

Fujino took a deep breath, clutched his briefcase tightly, and walked towards the campus.

As he walked, he said, "Hey, Saki-chan, why did you leave without saying goodbye? And now you're asking me to stand in for your father at the parent-teacher conference?"

Saki seemed a little uneasy, clutching the hem of her skirt and unconsciously rubbing her body against the air.

How do you explain that?

These are all difficult questions to answer.

Fujino rubbed his temples: "Is it like this again? You start to fall silent when faced with a difficult question?"

"I cannot accept deception and concealment among friends."

"I told you a little bit, Fujino-san," Saki said, her eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to look up. "My family went bankrupt."

"My father has disappeared somewhere to avoid debt collectors, and we don't know if he's alive or dead."

Fujino gasped.

If their fate is unknown, then they are most likely dead.

Especially when trying to escape loan sharks, the chances of survival are slim.

It's hard to say whether Saki's father is already a concrete bridge pier in Tokyo Bay.

It's a pitiful little guy, really.

Seeing that she remained silent, Fujino pursed his lips and began to make plans in his mind.

Asking directly is probably not a good approach.

We still need to resort to some methods.

As he pondered, he noticed his arm sinking.

It was Saki who took his arm.

"Um?"

The girl turned her head to the other side: "It's normal for a daughter to hold her father's arm."

Fujino chuckled and gently ruffled Saki's hair.

He's still just a child.

Two figures, one tall and one short, merged into the crowd and walked towards the teaching building.

Hinomori is a well-known elite school, with a magnificent and opulent interior. Snow-white tiles adorn the exterior walls of the school buildings, and gold leaf covers the perimeter fences.

The wealthy women coming and going were dressed exquisitely, mostly in haute couture pieces from fashion week or designer bestsellers. Their makeup was impeccable, and they walked arm in arm with their daughters, who were dressed in school uniforms; most of the time, they looked like sisters.

That subtle pressure made Fujino, a newcomer to the school, feel a little suffocated.

I really don't know how much pressure the students in this school can withstand.

Upon entering Class 2-A, Fujino Kazuki sat down at her desk.

He looked around the classroom, which was already filled with ladies, who seemed to be glancing at Saki and himself with knowing smiles.

[Equipment: Stethoscope]

He overheard their whispers.

"Whose man is that? Is that child from the Wakaba family?"

"The Wakaba family went bankrupt, and that man doesn't look like he's from the Wakaba family."

"I know Shinnosuke Wakaba; he's not Saki's father."

"Tsk, could it be that Saki hooked up with a gigolo using the Wakaba family's name? Now that she's lost her father, she can only send her boyfriend to parent-teacher conferences?"

He saw the lemon, and without suppressing his voice, gently waved his hand: "Lemonade!"

Lemon was overjoyed to see Fujino and jumped into his arms.

Saki quickly stepped forward and grabbed her friend's arm: "Lemon Sauce, what are you doing? This is a classroom, be careful!"

Seeing Lemon pressed against Fujino, rubbing her head against his chest, Saki's expression grew increasingly grim.

"Fujino..." Lemon opened her mouth, a look of realization and a smile appearing on her face, "Well, I should call you Uncle Wakaba, right?"

"Lemon misses you so much, Uncle Ruoye."

A sly smile appeared on her wheat-colored face: "Uncle Ruoye, this is the reward Lemon needs."

"A loving hug!"

Fujino chuckled and pushed Little Lemon away, still hearing the gossip of the wealthy women in his ears.

"Okubo Lemon, right? You're from a lowly family too."

"What's going on? Are the two of them sharing a gigolo? That's very economical."

"Hehe, that's how it is with poor people. They might even have to chip in money to pay for their gigolos when they go out on dates."

The sounds were neither too loud nor too soft; even Lemon, who was next to Fujino, could hear them.

Her face flushed red, and she desperately wanted to grab a familiar classmate and shout, "Fujino is the doctor who saved her!"

But she couldn't, because at that time Fujino was Saki's father, an entrepreneur.

Fujino noticed Lemon's disappointment and patted her head: "It's okay, say whatever you want."

After leaving with a pout, Lemon kept pulling at her friends around her, talking about Fujino's kindness and gentleness.

Even so, he could still feel countless gazes sweeping over the corner where he was from time to time.

What Fujino was more concerned about was Saki's reaction.

Since Lemon left Fujino's arms, Saki has been sitting in her seat without saying a word.

No matter how Fujino tried to engage her in conversation, she remained lost in thought and offered no response.

She felt a pang of sadness just now.

Just like a lemon.

Oops... Am I jealous?

Could it be that I've really fallen for Fujino?

Although he is handsome, he is just a middle-aged man in his twenties.

She was sitting right next to Fujino, and could even reach out and hug his shoulder.

However, they are worlds apart despite being so close.

She felt that Fujino was getting further and further away from her.

He is like the sun, hanging there, radiating warmth and light equally.

I was just caught in his light by chance.

Is this really good?

She wasn't sure.

She likes to escape, and is used to escaping.

If you can't solve a problem or understand a principle, just avoid it for a while.

Avoiding the problem may not solve it, but it can certainly make you feel more relaxed in the moment.

After figuring things out, Saki's tense body gradually relaxed.

She gently took Fujino's arm and leaned on his shoulder.

Even just for a little while is fine.

There is ample time.

But soon, Saki noticed something was wrong.

Fujino's body stiffened instead.

She looked up in confusion and saw the cold sweat on Fujino's forehead.

Each drop is distinct.

She followed Fujino's gaze and saw that it was a teacher who had just walked in through the front door.

She was wearing a suit, standing on the podium, staring intently at Saki's corner as she introduced herself.

However, there was always a sense of bloodshed and resentment in their words.

"Good day, everyone. I am Waka Hanako, the teacher of Class 2-A."

Fujino shivered upon hearing this cold introduction.

Immediately, he saw Hanako's murderous gaze fixed on him.

The madwoman even managed a smile.

Please give me your guidance.

Is it too late to leave now?

......