I'm here to form a band, what do you want to do!

The two walked along the national highway for a while. When they passed the bus stop, Ito Rin ran over to check the bus schedule. When she found a stop on her way, she was excited to wait for the bus, but she found that she had already walked far away.

Ito Rin caught up with her and asked unhappily, "What are you doing?"

"Walk."

???

So it doesn’t mean anything else, but actually walking?

Sister, although the distance is not far, it will take at least half an hour to walk around like this.

Save time, bastard.

"Can I take a taxi? I ​​don't have much money in my pocket, but I can still spare some money to help a beautiful girl like Wakaba get home."

Ruoye Mu took out his wallet without saying a word and stuffed it into his hand.

"Don't do that!" Ito Rin hurriedly refused, "Are you showing off your wealth to me?"

Ruoye Mu tilted his head and looked at him straight.

"Although I don't have much money, I will not accept such charity," Ito Rin emphasized.

Ruoye Mu turned his head and looked ahead, whispering, "Let's go."

On an October afternoon, the streets were deserted, and there were not many people walking along the street with a beautiful girl like this...

He should be happy, right?

"Well, you don't walk to class every day, do you?"

"Ah."

"Looks like I'm the lucky one, so let's go."

Next, they really walked, and Ito Rin took the initiative to talk. If Ye Mu answered with a few simple words, he would not feel ignored.

Wakaba Mutsu, who was content to be with him, subconsciously slowed down his pace when he came to the street where he could almost see her luxurious residence.

"After I send you back, I still have to go to work. Speaking of which, you've definitely never worked before, so it's a good experience to work with people your age."

"No."

"Because you're not short of money. After I came to Tokyo from Hokkaido, I've done all kinds of jobs to make a living. The easiest one was standing in Kabukicho at night handing out flyers!"

When talking about this incident, Ito Rin was still reluctant to leave and showed a nostalgic look.

Especially when he recalled the expression on the girl's face when he entered the store and found that Ito Rin, who was responsible for handing out flyers, was not working in the store at all, he felt like he had done something bad.

This cannot be blamed on Ito Rin. After all, he is still a minor. If he thinks about it a little, he will know that it is impossible.

"Hard."

"Of course. If my grades weren't good enough, I wouldn't be able to work so many jobs."

"I……"

Looking in the direction of home, Wakaba Mu's fair face gradually looked paler, his breathing was weak, and his body was frail.

"what happened to you?"

"Right..."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't scare me, Ruoye?"

Everything in front of him was dark, and Wakaba Mutsu, who could no longer hear Ito Rin's voice, felt his body soften and he fell to the ground.

"...Senior, I might have to take another day off today."

When Wakaba Mu regained consciousness, the first thing he saw was the familiar ceiling. Ito Rin was talking quietly on the phone beside him. He saw her open her eyes, apologize to the person on the other end, and then hang up the call.

"Cough cough..."

"you're awake?"

Wakaba Mutsu looked at Ito Rin's angry expression and still couldn't understand what had happened in between.

"what happened?"

"The doctor said you're malnourished. You haven't had much rest lately, and your mood has been so up and down, plus you haven't eaten anything. You collapsed after walking for a while."

Ito Rin replaced her usual juice with milk and handed it to her mouth.

Ruoye Mu looked at the pure white milk and closed his eyes in despair.

She didn't want to drink that stuff.

"I called your mother."

"..."

"Your family doctor told me your parents' phone numbers." Ito Rin poked her cheek.

"..."

"This is the freshest milk.

I personally squeezed it right from the cow. You’re the only one in the world who can drink it. Not only are you unconscious, but you even dared to close your eyes and pretend not to see it. You don’t even know the look in that calf’s eyes at that time…”

The spacious bedroom was filled with Ito Rin's nonsense. Even without opening his eyes, Mutsuya could tell that it was all poured out of the box of milk.

"Ms. Mori Nami?"

Ruo Ye Mu opened his eyes and wanted to reach out to interrupt his call, but found that he was just smiling and didn't look like he was making a call at all.

Ito Rin handed her the milk in her hand and turned to leave the room.

Deceived, Wakaba Mutsu puffed up his cheeks and drank the milk reluctantly.

"I'm not the type to tell tales. Doctor, please don't tell anyone, but on the condition that you don't do it again."

"It's not up to me to decide."

"Just drink more milk, and you'll be fine. I feel like a strong wind will blow you away."

Ruoye Mu's face suddenly turned red because she thought of a way to exercise.

It not only exercises the body, but also promotes growth.

"Would you like an apple?"

Ruoye Mu put the half-drunk milk on the bedside table, curled up in the quilt, and only made a dull sound.

"Ah."

How could I even think of something like that? It's so shameful.

Wakaba Mutsu, who is famous for his sharp words, is so gentle in front of him, which makes Ito Rin feel extremely satisfied.

"It's nice to have a younger sister, but it's a shame she's not really a younger sister in real life. It's a bit of a shame."

Ito Rin picked up the apple on the table and peeled it for her.

"You asked for leave too early. If you're free later, I'll go back to work." He asked for leave for three consecutive days. If the store manager wasn't too familiar with him, he would have fired him sooner or later.

"No." Hiding under the quilt, Ruo Yemu's voice was firmer than usual.

"You're fine now, just stay home and eat." Ito Rin said earnestly, "But I still have to survive."

If he had no money, he would really have to become a gigolo living off Nagasaki Sushi.

"money?"

"Of course. If I can't earn enough to cover next month's living expenses this month, I'll just go live in Ikebukuro West."

"Why where?"

"There are many Chinese tourists and shops there, and prices are cheap. I can survive there for free by working as a translator. Of course, this only happens in extreme circumstances. I have no choice but to ask my family for money."

"Are you good at Chinese?"

"To be frank, it's better than Japanese."

"boast."

"Actually, my English is better than my Japanese, but unfortunately no one believes me."

"I believe it." Ruoye Mu's tone was firm.

"You are so unprincipled. You just said I was bragging, and now you regret it."

"If no one supports you, then there is still me."

"Tsk, didn't I just say something similar? Miss, don't hide in there." Ito Rin cut the apple into small pieces and coaxed Wakaba Mutsu to come out from under the quilt.

She crawled out with a slightly unnatural expression. It seemed that curling up in the quilt had greatly improved her language ability.

"Here." Ito Rin handed the apple to Wakaba Mutsu, watched her small mouth chewing slowly, and stood up contentedly.

Because of her sudden fainting, they were almost late.

"I am leaving."

"Well, thank you."

"You're welcome." Ito Rin waved her hand, closed the door and walked out.

Lying on the bed, looking at the dim sky outside the window, Ruo Yemu looked a little dazed, and suddenly remembered something.

She did have a family doctor, but how could he be at home at this time?

Perhaps it was because he arrived too quickly, or perhaps it was because he had a good attitude in admitting his mistake, but when Ito Rin arrived at Fanxing, the manager's expression was still natural.

Over the next few days, life returned to its regular rhythm.

The only event that caused ripples was not the band, but the monthly test.

According to well-informed Nagasaki Hiroshi, perhaps because they felt that this class of students was strong, the test originally conducted at Shimokitazawa School should be conducted together with other schools.

But it doesn't matter. Ito Rin is confident enough in her own intelligence that she is sure to win no matter who her opponent is.

If conditions permit, he would even like to take a national joint examination, so that Ito Rin can test whether he is the smartest high school student in the entire island country.

If there are still opponents, it means there is room for improvement, which will just make me excited again as I have been lacking motivation recently.

Not everyone has such a bizarre imagination as him.

"It's over!" Nagasaki Hiroshi looked painful.

"Isn't it just that there are more people taking the monthly test? It's not the end of the world at all."

"You don't understand. My school ranking is usually around 80. I told my dad that this ranking is pretty good. Now that I have to take exams at multiple schools, I'm definitely going to fall hundreds of places."

"Just tell him no honestly. With so many people participating, your ranking will naturally drop."

"In that case, the fact that there are only over a hundred students in the first grade will definitely be exposed."

If that's the case, it really looks like the end.

Ando Takao looked at him sympathetically and said, "Then go to the cram school. I can introduce my teacher to you."

"No, I want to join the baseball team for training! The coach has already said that I will definitely be able to play next semester."

My sympathy disappeared immediately, and I felt that beating him to death by his father would be too light a punishment.

"Where's Ito? Is he going to have extra lessons these days?"

Nagasaki Hiro, grasping at a life-saving straw, tugged at the corner of his clothes, feeling as if he would kneel down and beg for tutoring for the rest of his life in the next second.

The tutoring that Ando Takao mentioned was actually studying in a family restaurant during dinner time. And because Ito Rin had the best grades, it was considered as special tutoring for them.

Ito Rin pulled Nagasaki Hiro's hand away, wanting to say that he was only thinking about himself, but she just declined politely, "No, I have to go to the band soon."

"Band? The one with the senior?" Ando Takao knew that the second-year senior played in a band outside of school.

"My girlfriend's."

"Ito, why are you joining the band? Instead of causing trouble, why don't you come to a real boys' party?"

"guide."

"Huh...you?" Ando Takao couldn't believe it.

"Actually, I'm also an excellent bassist." Ito Rin picked up her schoolbag and introduced herself modestly.

"Do you believe it?"

"I do not believe."