Tokyo Love Story

"What's the specific name?"

Tsugumi Seina suddenly had a bad feeling.

But she felt that it couldn't be such a coincidence.

There are several high schools nearby, and three of them are within a ten-minute walk.

One in three probability, the advantage is on her!

I can't be so lucky! ?

What's more, if Kitagawa Tetsu and Ejima Tadashi became his students, his career as a teacher might be over.

There is no teacher who would go to his students' homes for meals every day.

"Shirakawa High School."

Kitagawa Che gave the answer.

"Huh? Oh."

Tsugumi Seina's expression suddenly became interesting.

"how……"

Buzz, Ong.

Beichuan Che's phone vibrated at the right moment.

"I'm going to take a call."

After taking a look at the caller, he stood up and hurried up the stairs.

Please give me a ticket

Chapter 16 Talk to her in person

After returning to his room on the second floor, Beichuan Che answered the phone just before it rang and hung up.

"Uncle Beiyuan, good evening."

"Good evening, Che."

In the villa area of ​​Minato-ku, Tokyo, a middle-aged man wearing a kimono and leaning on the handrail of the villa balcony answered the phone.

In fact, in the memories that Beichuan Che looked through, the conversations between the original owner of this body and the Beiyuan family were mostly in the form of question and answer, without any reversals. From the moment the phone was picked up, this mode of conversation would continue until the end.

But this time, he decided to take the initiative.

Even if I can't completely change Beiyuan Zhengyu's impression of me, at least I have to give him the feeling that I'm getting better and have come out of that nightmarish past.

This will be very helpful for what he is going to say next about breaking off the engagement.

Beichuan Che thought about his words for a moment, and then started the conversation in a casual tone, "Uncle Beiyuan, have you eaten yet?"

On the other end of the phone, Beiyuan Zhengyu was stunned for a moment, then he turned his brows to look at his wife. He could see the concern in his wife's eyes and eyebrows. Without saying anything, he switched the phone from the receiver to the speaker mode, "I've eaten. Your aunt made Sukiyaki today. Her cooking skills are still as good as ever."

"It sounds like uncle had a great meal."

Beichuan Che stood up from the chair in the room, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and half opened the curtains.

He looked out the window.

After nightfall, Bunkyo-ku was plunged into darkness. In the sky, the moon was hanging high.

Across the street, the warm and cold light shining through the windows was gradually stretched by the night. The sense of distance seemed to be blurred at this moment, and the buildings seemed to be within reach. Under the street lights in the residential area, occasional vehicles passed by, and the tires of the cars rolled over the ground, making a tiny but clear rustling sound.

"Yes, even though three people ate such a large portion of Sukiyaki, there was still a lot left. Your aunt habitually made more for you and Miao." On the other end of the phone, Beiyuan Zhengyu's voice was still calm and peaceful. He considered his words and continued like a chat, "Ache, your voice sounds very energetic, and he seems to be in much better condition."

Beiyuan Zhengyu remembered very clearly that whether it was last month or the month before, Beichuan Che's voice on the phone always sounded weak.

He knew what the old friend's son was worried about and tried to comfort him, but the result was always bad.

He, who always prided himself on his good communication skills, repeatedly ran into obstacles on this matter, and even provoked a stress reaction from Kitagawa Che. Over time, he chose not to mention this topic anymore and protectively talked about other things.

Perhaps that's what his wife said, Beichuan Che still needs time to get over that memory.

But today, Beiyuan Zhengyu could feel that his condition seemed to be much better, which might be a good opportunity.

"Yes." Beichuan Che paused, "Things have been going smoothly during this period, and many things are moving in a good direction."

“That’s the good thing.”

Beiyuan Zhengyu turned his head and met his wife's gaze. They both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Want to say it?"

'Go ahead.'

After exchanging glances with his wife, Beiyuan Zhengyu coughed lightly and brought up another topic, which he had not mentioned for a long time. "Ache, there is something I think I should tell you."

"Please tell me."

"Rinyin is not what you think. She is... a little hypocritical towards you. Che, can you understand what I mean?"

For Beiyuan Zhengyu, he no longer has much pursuit in his career and takes it lightly. He just wants to make good use of what he has and proceed step by step. However, he takes his daughter's engagement very seriously.

He admired Beichuan Che very much and always regarded Beichuan Che as his half-son.

He didn't want the engagement to end here.

"can."

call.

After hearing Kitagawa Che's answer, Kitaen Masahiro breathed a sigh of relief and gave his wife a 'relax' expression.

They have already completed the relevant transfer procedures for Rinyin.

But the Beiyuan couple did not notice what was happening behind them.

The sliding door of the balcony was quietly pushed open.

A slightly frail figure hid in the shadows where the moonlight could not reach.

"I was just about to ask you this question, uncle." Beichuan Che took a deep breath. He could hear that Beiyuan Zhengyu admired him, but he had already decided on some things. "There is a conflict between Linyin and me. As of now, this conflict has not found a proper solution.

"Just like what you told me before, uncle, one must always look forward.

"You can't force relationships. I think this engagement is a constraint for Rin Yin. She should have a broader horizon and more choices instead of being forced by this engagement to do something she doesn't want to do.

“I think this matter should come to an end.”

After the words were spoken, Beiyuan Zhengyu on the other end of the phone fell silent.

From the moment Beichuan Che opened his mouth, he had thought of such a possibility, but he never expected that the worst result he anticipated would still happen.

"Ache, are you serious?"

After a full half minute of silence, Beiyuan Zhengyu finally asked this question.

"Yes."

Kitagawa Che gave an affirmative answer.

"From the perspective of an elder, I think you need to think again. Sometimes what you see may be different from what you actually want to decide."

Beiyuan Zhengyu turned around and looked at the glass door of the balcony that had been opened at some point in the moonlight.

The night wind blew and the curtains were slightly lifted.

There was no one in the shadows.

He turned his head and looked at his wife.

Obviously, the conversation here was heard by his own daughter.

"what do you mean?"

Beichuan Che heard the hidden meaning of Beiyuan Zhengyu's words, and it was actually difficult for him to respond to the other party's words.

"Uncle personally feels that the end of every relationship should be decided by the parties involved, just like what you just told me." Beiyuan Zhengyu took a deep breath and sighed heavily as if he accepted his fate. "You have to talk to Linyin in person. In the final analysis, this is a matter between you young people. We can't interfere."

"That……"

"Don't rush to answer me, or contact Linyin. Calm down. There is still a lot of time. Things are not as urgent as you think." Beiyuan Zhengyu interrupted Beichuan Che's words and changed the subject, asking, "Or are you in love?"

"No."

"That's it." Beiyuan Zhengyu put a comma on the matter in a rather firm manner, "Distance does not produce beauty, but more misunderstandings. When the distance is shortened, the answers to many things will become clear.

“The conflict between you and Rin is really not as big as you think.

"Or maybe you will think differently tomorrow?"

A hint of helplessness flashed across Beichuan Che's eyes, "This..."

"Anyway, take it easy. Once you've really made up your mind and talked to Rinone, tell me about it."

Beiyuan Zhengyu did not give Beichuan Che a chance to answer. He said "goodbye" and hung up the phone.

This……

Beichuan Che looked at the hung up phone and felt more helpless.

It seemed that this matter was not going as smoothly as he had imagined.

"Forget it, let's wait until school starts. After everything is settled, I'll go and talk to Kitaen Rinone about this matter."

Beichuan Che shook his head.

The school that Kitaen Rinyin attends is a well-known private college. As for what Kitaen Masahiro calls "narrowing the distance", as far as he is concerned, he does not have the conditions for it at the moment, nor does he have any intention of doing so.

call.

After drawing the curtains, Beichuan Che slowly exhaled a breath and stretched.

Chapter 17 At a time like this, isn't it a certainty that there will be a transfer student?

Shirakawa High School is located in Hakusan-cho, Bunkyo-ku, and is one of the top three public high schools in Tokyo.

Compared to other public high schools, Shirakawa High School is well-known for its complete infrastructure, dedicated teachers, and excellent university admission rate.

However, corresponding to the admission rate is the tight overall academic atmosphere here, which is quite different from the completely happy education that most people imagine. Both the teachers and students here are working hard and plan to get a satisfactory result in the spring of the year of graduation.

That being said, there are only so many hours in classes each day, and if one does not attend a private school for extra lessons, the total workload is relatively small.

After entering the school gate and changing into indoor shoes at the entrance of the school building, Kitagawa Che and Ejima Miu stepped onto the long slope behind the school building, followed the signs on both sides of the road, and walked all the way into the indoor gymnasium of Shirakawa High School.

It is just 8:40 now, and the opening ceremony will officially start at 9:00 in the morning.

After finding their seats in Class A of Grade One, Kitagawa Che and Ejima Miu stood in the queue. Thanks to the complete admission letter, every student already knew their class and student number when they received the letter, which saved a lot of trouble on the first day of school.

However, some "troubles" are unavoidable after all, for example, the opening ceremony requires a series of processes such as the principal's speech, the dean's speech, and the freshman representative's speech. The length of the entire ceremony depends entirely on the speaker's personality and the length of the speech they have prepared.

From this perspective, schools all over the world are the same in this regard.

Beichuan Che raised his eyebrows and looked at the empty podium.

Now, he can only pray that the principal of Baichuan High School will not be such a talkative person.

"Don't worry, the principal of our school has always advocated efficiency and there won't be too much nonsense. It's that grade director..." The boy standing next to Beichuan Che suddenly spoke up to break the silence. At this moment, there were many people whispering to each other, so his complaints were naturally not so obvious.

"The head teacher?"

Beichuan Che turned his head and his eyes fell on the boy next to him.

"That's a lot of talk." The boy shrugged and gave Beichuan Che a look that said 'you know what I mean.' "Like a peacock that wants to spread its feathers all the time. It's as if the more he talks, the more prestige he establishes in his heart."

Hearing this analogy, Beichuan Che looked at him curiously, "You seem to know them very well?"

"Yeah, because I was promoted directly from Shirakawa Junior High School, and the junior high school campus is not far from here." The boy paused and stretched out his left hand towards Kitagawa Che, "Let me introduce myself, Kiriyama Taku."

"Kitagawa Che."

Beichuan Che shook hands with him briefly.

"But these are not the most important things, Kitagawa-kun." Kiriyama Taku hooked his hand around Kitagawa Che's shoulder and lowered his voice, acting like a social terrorist who knows everyone well. "What we should be more concerned about is the freshman representative this time."

"Why should I care?"

Kitagawa Che looked at Kiriyama Taku with a little confusion.

In his opinion, this kind of representative speech, whether in the past or now, is just a process, for the sake of the sense of ceremony, and the content of the speech is also similar.