I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

A girl who seemed to have been sitting there forever was singing, and her singing echoed in the small literature club activity room.

The girl's cold and unique voice seems to wash away all the impetuousness in the world, making people forget all their worries and just want to stop and enjoy this hard-won tranquility.

It's like the moment of relief when you arrive at the station after being jostled by the crowd on the tram and suddenly leave the wave.

Time seems to have lost its meaning here, even the sunlight sneaking in from the window is frozen in this time and space.

Wuma Xingjin slowed down his breathing inexplicably and stared blankly at the person sitting by the window, as if to confirm whether she was some kind of illusory projection falling from the distant horizon.

As if sensing someone coming, Yuan Qingxue's eyelashes trembled, she took off her headphones and slowly opened her eyes:

"If Wu Ma has the habit of knocking on the door, maybe I will happily eat an extra red bean bread tonight."

"If I had known earlier, I should have stood at the door and waited for the minister to finish singing, so that I could at least listen to it for a while longer."

"Did you openly admit that you eavesdropped?"

"Because there's no use lying in front of the minister."

Wuma Xingjin stared at Yuan Qingxue's slightly sickly profile, wondering if she was born like this or if she hadn't had a good rest recently:

"As expected of the minister, it turns out the last time I said I could easily win the gold medal was not a joke."

"Sometimes I can't believe that someone as perfect as the minister actually exists in this world."

"It seems that you have finally completed the elementary school introduction to Mandarin."

"Besides, I didn't say it could be done easily. Even I have to admit their level. There will be a lot of time to listen to them in the future."

Noticing his burning gaze, Yuan Qingxue tugged at the hem of her skirt, blocking the buttoned neckline with her other hand, and turned her head, showing a troubled expression:

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about Arakawa-san. I believe you don't want to eat pork cutlet rice bowl, right?"

"Don't be so defensive about me."

"If only you could restrain your eyes a little."

Accustomed to Minister Yuan Qingxue's sarcasm, Wu Ma Xingjin took out the envelope and placed it on the concave-shaped table.It was [-] yen from last time.

Because the salary has just been paid and the housing problem has been solved, this money cannot be used for the time being.

The intact envelope was put back into the cabinet, and Minamoto Kiyoshi placed the exquisite ledger given to her by Kotoyuki Arakawa on a conspicuous file rack.

"It's amazing, Mr. Wu Ma, that he got out of the economic crisis so quickly."

His cute appearance was matched by sharp words. Wu Ma Xingjin just wanted to pay off the money and leave as soon as possible. It was a bit awkward to be alone with Minister Yuan Qingxue.

Before Wuma Xingjin left, Yuan Qingxue suddenly said:

"Occasionally, you can ask Arakawa-san to me."

"Please give it to you?"

"Arakawa-san is training at school during this period, and you also need to go to work. Unless you bring your employer's daughter to school, you can't guarantee Arakawa-san to be with you while tutoring Yuki with her homework."

"In that case, I'm sorry to bother you, Minister. It just so happens that I need to go to a second-hand store to work today."

"It's not troublesome. At least when I'm with Arakawa-san, she won't secretly stare at my legs like you do."

"How can you call it peeping? I look at it openly in front of the minister every time."

"Mr. Pervert, please stay away from me."

It seems that the minister and Arakawa Kotoyuki get along well, and the two of them unexpectedly hit it off.Maybe it has the word snow in its name?

No, no, no, Arakawa Kotoyuki is like a warm little sun, only Minister Minamoto Kiyoshi is really as cold as sharp snowflakes.

After returning to the dance group, it happened to be a break at the end of rehearsals.

Arakawa Kotoyuki wiped the fine sweat from her chin with a clean printed towel.

"Are you going with Yuan-san? That's okay."

"I just got paid today, and I wanted to take you to buy something."

"Huh? I don't need anything, so please don't spend any money, Mr. Wuma."

Give [-] yen to Arakawa Kotoyuki and remind her to remember to buy dinner.

Changing out of his indoor shoes at the shoe cabinet, Wu Ma Xingjin always wondered if senior Kobayakawa had given him a share of the money. If he then gave Kotoyuki Arakawa living expenses, would this count as using senior sister's money to support a woman?

Pat your head and get rid of these messy thoughts.

Walking past the bare cherry blossom trees in the atrium, a group of plump sparrows landed on the branches. From a distance, they seemed to be dancing in a pile of black dots.

The sky is still blue, as it always is.

Two weathered and even slightly yellowed marble pillars stood at the school gate, silently watching the students who were either going home in groups or going to the commercial street to find a KFC to sit and do their homework without meeting their nagging parents. .

A silvery silhouette that was incompatible with Hachioji High School's hidden uniform stood beside the marble pillar.

"Good afternoon, my Mr. Wuma~"

"afternoon...."

"Huh? Why are you?"

Chapter 54 The Original Winner (Modified)

Yoko Kawaki stood at the school gate, and the bodyguard beside her changed from a tall and thick man to a woman with sharp eyes.The unknown black matte high-end car was also replaced by a stylish silver-gray Mercedes GTR.

Although there are only two new female bodyguards, their momentum seems to be far stronger than before.

In his concise and capable movements, you can even see the tight muscle lines under the black uniform.

"I'm here specially waiting for Mr. Wuma."

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"No, no."

"Being able to say hello to Mr. Wuma every day is the greatest reward for me."

I don't know what it means. Is he some kind of Italian underworld emperor? The word "reward" is too inconsistent.

"too exaggerated"

Looking directly at Wuma Xingjin, Kawaki Yoko lowered his head, licked his lips, scraped his knuckles with his thumb nails, and his voice trembled slightly:

"It's just that Mr. Wuma doesn't understand my affection for you."

Wuma Xingjin suddenly felt the cold wind pouring into his sleeves was a bit cold. He was very sure that he had never been in contact with Kawaki Yoko before, and he didn't understand how this kind of love for no reason could arise out of thin air.

Last time, Kawaki Yoko left a frivolous impression on him, and Wuma Xingjin was not very sensitive to this silver-haired girl.

Even though she is a pretty girl, she throws herself into her arms as soon as she comes up to her. Anyone who is not a fool would be wary of her.

Yoko Kawaki didn't do anything out of the ordinary. It seemed like she was just standing here waiting for him to show up and say hello. However, it did not affect the students of Hachioji High School after school. Wu Ma Xingjin had no right to interfere with her behavior. In view of politeness, she still passed by. He waved goodbye to her.

Maybe it's an illusion, but I always feel that Yoko Kawaki's smile looks a bit like her senior sister.

Having said that, shouldn't the daily life of young ladies be to receive all kinds of complicated elite education? Why do you have time to come here?

I passed by a dessert shop with questions in my mind, and was pulled by a female clerk wearing cat ears at the door to fill out a questionnaire.

This store seems to have been open for a while, and it seems that it wants to collect more information about nearby people with spending power in order to launch desserts that are more skewed toward the tastes of this group of people.

Return the pen and paper to the cat-ear clerk.

Wuma Xingjin came to the second-hand store and habitually went to the lounge to change into the store uniform.

knock knock knock

The store manager knocked on the door and pushed in. Looking at the young man who took off his shirt to reveal his strong body, the store manager lit a cigarette and was silent for a while:

"We don't need Wu Ma's help today."

But today is Friday, and it stands to reason that there will be many more customers than usual, especially female customers. It is when manpower is needed. According to the previous situation, even the store manager would put down the magazine in his hand to help.

Wuma Xingjin put on the blue clerk uniform, closed the closet, and asked in confusion:

"If there is only one store manager, it will be difficult for him to be busy."

The store manager sat down on the bench in the middle of the lounge. Hearing Wuma Xingjin's concerned inquiry, he put the cigarette close to his mouth and smiled bitterly:

"Don't worry, I've recruited another girl who goes to school nearby to help."

"Really? The store manager often tells me that he wants to find a cute girl to be a store clerk. It seems that the store manager has come this far."

Thinking of dismissing Wu Ma, the store manager felt reluctant to give up.

Wuma Xingjin is about the same age as his son, but he traveled all the way to Japan to study alone. Not only does he work hard, but he also studies well. Since Wuma came, there has never been a problem in the antique store this year.

Then I thought of my unfulfilled son, who wandered the streets of Shibuya all day without saying a word, and often stayed up all night. Every time we met, he would ask me for money, but it was a pity that I couldn't reinvent the wheel.

"This is this week's salary." The store manager looked confused, as if he was fighting with his heart. After a long time, he continued:

"There is no need to come here in the future."

I have known the store manager for so long, and we know each other well. I didn’t count the amount and put it into my schoolbag. Although it was a pity that I couldn’t come back to work, when I saw the store manager sighing heavily, Wu Ma Xingjin thought he was worried about the new employee. The employees could not adapt to the work immediately and showed a relaxed smile:

"Anyway, there is nothing else to do today. Let me finish the bill before leaving. By the way, as a senior, I can give guidance to the newcomers, so that the store manager can relax a little bit."

The store manager accepted Wuma Xingjin's kindness, and the latter straightened his cuffs and left the lounge.

The ceiling fan hung dangling, and smoke filled the lounge.

He bent over and rested his elbows on his knees. The cigarette was not inhaled into his lungs until it burned out. It hung down as weakly as the hand holding it.

When the store manager came to his senses, he realized that a long time had passed.

"Yo! Uncle store manager"

The new girl’s cheerful voice is full of energy:

"Senior Wuma is so attentive and takes the trouble to teach me. He is such a gentle person."

"Isn't he coming to work? I'm obviously looking forward to working with a handsome guy."

"Senior Wuma asked me to give this to you on his behalf."

The store manager took the note and it read:

I caused trouble for the store manager. I shouldn't have dragged the store manager into the dispute between us and the Hitachi Foundation. I'm sorry.

It's me who should apologize.