Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk

Chapter 156 Senior... What kind of girl does he like? [Fifth update, please vote!]

Hashimoto Natsumi also joined in, nodding repeatedly: "And I heard that at the mid-level management meeting a couple of days ago, several leaders tried to give him a warning, didn't they?"

"But somehow, the wind has completely changed today. Section Chief Iwakura and Section Chief Miki have both restrained their subordinates, preventing them from stirring up trouble for Kiryu-kun anymore."

"Right, right!"

Misaki Yamaguchi slapped her thigh: "To be able to get so many leaders to back down in such a short time, Kiryu-kun must have something special behind him. Maybe he's the son of some big shot in the head office."

Yuka Nakamura was stunned: "Really? I think he's usually quite simple. He rides a motorcycle to work, eats in the cafeteria, and I've never seen him wear any designer brands."

"That's why I said we're here to train at the grassroots level."

Misaki Yamaguchi gave him a "you don't understand" look: "Really wealthy people are low-key. Look at his demeanor, his manner of speaking, he doesn't seem like he comes from an ordinary family."

Hashimoto Natsumi suddenly leaned closer to Nakamura Yuka, lowered her voice, and said with a mischievous smile in her eyes, "Hey Yuka, haven't you always had a crush on Kiryu-kun? Hurry up and say it!"

Yuka Nakamura's face flushed red instantly: "What nonsense are you talking about! Who, who has a crush on him?"

"Still pretending?"

Misaki Yamaguchi chuckled and nudged her arm. "I saw it all. You secretly handed him coffee that day and talked to him for quite a while. And at the last class dinner, you toasted him separately."

"That's normal colleague interaction!"

Yuka Nakamura blushed and protested, "He helped our fundraising department so much, what's wrong with me expressing my gratitude?"

"Thanks, of course, no problem," Hashimoto Natsumi said with a mischievous grin. "The problem is, your gaze isn't just simple gratitude. Every time Kiryu-kun walks past your desk, your eyes follow him. Do you think we haven't noticed?"

Yuka Nakamura's ears burned with embarrassment. She picked up her miso soup and pretended to take a sip, trying to hide her panic.

Misaki Yamaguchi pressed her advantage, leaning close to Yuka's ear and whispering with unusual seriousness, "Yuka, I'm serious. A man like Kiryu-kun is young, capable, and good-looking, and most importantly, he has a powerful background."

"If you don't act now, you'll regret it when someone else makes the first move."

"Exactly!"

Hashimoto Natsumi chimed in, "Just think about it, if you could really win Kiryu-kun over, you'd be a rich wife. Don't forget about us then!"

"What are you saying!"

Yuka Nakamura's face turned so red it was almost bleeding, and her voice rose a half-octave: "What do you mean by 'rich wife'? You're all exaggerating."

"Not an exaggeration at all!"

Misaki Yamaguchi said seriously, "Think about it yourself. A graduate of Tokyo University, working in the financial review department of Mitsubishi Bank, he was singled out by the branch manager less than two months after joining the company, and now even the department head looks at him differently. Where else can you find such a high-performing stock?"

Hashimoto Natsumi nodded vigorously: "Besides, Kiryu-kun is a good person. Look at him, he's polite to everyone and reliable, unlike some guys who get a little talent and then become arrogant. You'd be hard-pressed to find a man like that even with a lantern."

Yuka Nakamura's heart pounded at her two best friends' words. She lowered her head and ate her rice, muttering, "Don't worry about it. Kiryu-kun probably already has someone—"

"Then we need to hurry!"

Misaki Yamaguchi said anxiously, "Let's confirm first. If all else fails, you can ask him out for a meal or something to sound him out."

"How could I possibly ask her out first?"

Yuka Nakamura's voice grew softer and softer.

Hashimoto Natsumi gave her a push: "What's there to be embarrassed about? It's easy for a woman to pursue a man. You're so pretty, what are you afraid of?"

The three chattered away, their voices low, but the cafeteria was so small that Yayoi Mizuna at the next table heard every single word.

She sat there quietly, her hands folded on her knees, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

The son of a chaebol family.

Are they talking about that senior she knows?

However, Yayoi Mizuna soon realized something very important: she wasn't the only one who liked Kiryu-senpai.

Thinking of this, she felt a slight pressure on her chest, a dull ache that wasn't exactly painful, but made it hard to breathe.

Of course, Mizuna Yayoi knew who Yuka Nakamura was.

The staff member in the financing review department, who had joined the company a year earlier than her, was beautiful, had a good personality, and was very popular in the bank.

Moreover, she was in the same classroom as Kiryu-senpai.

They can see each other every day, talk anytime, laugh anytime, and do anything at any time.

Yayoi Mizuna looked sad and slowly lowered her head.

She is different.

She was in the sales department, which was two floors away from the financing review department.

How could someone like her compare to the bright and generous senior, Nakamura?

Mizuna Yayoi took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in her heart.

She had just taken the lunchbox out of her cloth bag and set it out when a familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the cafeteria.

He wore a dark blue suit, a white shirt, and a dark tie, and walked at a leisurely pace.

Kiryu Yaya walked over with his tray, his gaze sweeping around the cafeteria. He first saw Yayoi Mizuna, and then noticed Nakamura Yuka at the next table.

"Good afternoon, Yuka-senpai."

He bowed slightly, his tone polite and natural.

Yuka Nakamura was blushing from her two best friends' teasing when she suddenly heard Yaya Kiryu's voice, and she felt like she'd been electrocuted.

"Kiri, Kiryu-kun!"

She quickly sat up straight, her face still flushed, and her voice was two octaves higher than usual: "Good afternoon!"

Misaki Yamaguchi and Natsumi Hashimoto exchanged a knowing glance and a meaningful smile.

Unable to bear the teasing from her two best friends, Nakamura Yuka picked up her finished meal and fled.

Misaki Yamaguchi and Natsumi Hashimoto burst into laughter and followed her away, not forgetting to say goodbye to Yaya Kiryu as they left: "Kiryu-kun, bye-bye."

Take care.

Kiryu Yaya nodded to them, then carried his tray to his usual spot by the window.

Mizuna Yayoi was already there waiting for him.

"senior."

She called softly and pushed one of the lunch boxes in front of him.

Kiryu Yaya sat down opposite her, opened the lid and glanced at the lunchbox, which was still incredibly luxurious today.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of teriyaki chicken, and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly.

Mizuna Yayoi also picked up her chopsticks, but she didn't have much of an appetite.

She fiddled with the rice in her bowl, occasionally stealing glances at the person opposite her.

Kiryu Yaya noticed her unusual behavior and put down his chopsticks: "What's wrong? The bento box is so lavish today, but you're not eating much."

Mizuna Yayoi's fingers paused slightly. After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"senior--"

"Um?"

"Senior—what kind of girl do you like?"

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