Tokyo Love Story

But it happened to be done

——Her judgment was not only prescient, but also unexpectedly correct.

After everyone had lunch, at 1:40 in the afternoon, Kashiwahara Shiori, who looked weak and exhausted, suddenly knocked on the door of the Kitagawa family.

If Ejima Miu hadn't left a portion of her lunch in advance, then Rin or Miu would probably have to go into the kitchen again.

It’s just that people are all the same when they are extremely hungry.

Urged by her growling stomach, Kashiwagen Shiori changed her previous ladylike demeanor and stopped being so particular about her eating manners. She sat at the dining table and wolfed down her food, imitating what Tsuchiya Serina had done in the past.

On the side, Tsugumi Seina held her chin up, watching Kashiwagen Shiori eat, and teased the girl, "Shiori, if those suitors saw you like this, the perfect white moonlight in their hearts would probably be shattered, right?"

She wasn't sure.

After all, in love, especially when it comes to someone you like at first sight, most people have filters. If others eat voraciously, it is called rude, but if the person you like eats voraciously, it is called true nature.

Don't be too obvious with double standards.

"It's better to break."

Kashiwagen Shiori nonchalantly picked up the barley tea beside her and took a sip, then picked up a piece of rice with chopsticks and put it into her mouth.

I have to say that it is a very happy thing to be able to eat a steaming hot meal after a tiring work.

What's more, this meal was prepared by the "cooking master" in her mind, Ejima Tadashi.

"You really don't care at all?"

Tsugumi Seina looked at Kashiwamoto Shiori with some surprise.

Based on her understanding of the latter, although Shiori is troubled by those suitors, as the "flower of the highest grade" in her grade and in the school, Shiori still cares a lot about her own image.

"People change all the time."

Kashiwagen Shiori responded casually, then stuffed a piece of fried pork chop into her mouth. After chewing it slowly and feeling the taste of the pork chop in her mouth, she closed her eyes with a happy look on her face.

"If I remember correctly, the person who said this most often was A-Che."

Tsugumi Seina blinked and said something meaningful.

"That's right." After swallowing the pork chop in her mouth, Kashiwagen Shiori turned her eyebrows and met Tsugumi Seina's gaze, openly admitting the latter's statement, "Besides..." She changed the subject and answered Tsugumi Seina's other question, "How others see me is their business."

To be honest, for her now, it is a joke to deliberately do something for the evaluation of people she doesn't care about without affecting the normal order of society.

She doesn't care what people who don't care about themselves think.

"Or rather..." Kashiwagen Shiori paused and added, "I wish I could shatter their self-made dreams."

"Theoretically, it won't break completely." Tsugumi Seirina shrugged, "It will only break partially."

"Something is better than nothing."

Kashiwagen Shiori withdrew her gaze from Tsugumi Seina, lowered her head, and continued to work hard on the 'bento' in front of her.

Sister Rina had just told her that this lunch box was specially left for her by Ren Miao.

So, naturally, she praised Miao again in her heart.

This considerate and careful girl is really easy to like.

It is true.”

Tsugumi Seina was silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Kashiwagen Shiori's thoughts about that group of suitors have never changed. Ever since she met this girl, she has always felt that they are just flies, buzzing all day long and can't be driven away.

If I were Shiori, I would have the same idea.

What? I could shut up these flies and stop bothering me? That would be great.

I don’t care whether my fantasy is shattered or not.

In other words, caring is reserved for the people you truly care about.

For example, someone would mention 'Mr. Colleague' from time to time.

"So." Kashiwagen Shiori pursed her lips and gave Tsugumi Seina a look that said 'please give me a piece of paper'. "I'm too happy about this kind of thing to worry about. As for worrying, I have actually thought about this aspect of the problem."

"In other words, it would be strange if you were to consider it." Tsugumi Seirina nodded in understanding, took out a few pieces of toilet paper and handed them to Kashiwagen Shiori in front of her, "It's better to say that it's not your style at all."

Kashiwagen Shiori is not the type of person who likes to keep people in suspense or to fish for opportunities.

For her, if she likes something, she likes it; if she doesn’t like something, she doesn’t like it.

Every time she refused, she was very clear and never ambiguous.

"So let's not talk about things that make us unhappy when we think about them. Let's talk about something happy." Tsugumi Marina paused and mentioned another thing. "Speaking of which, a considerable part of the new book should be completed this time."

Last night, Kashiwagen Shiori was in a somewhat 'crazy' state. Of course, Tsugumi Seina knew that this description was not quite appropriate, but she really couldn't think of a more appropriate one.

But she also knew that if she wasn't crazy about creation, she would not be successful.

"Part?" Kashiwagen Shiori narrowed her eyes, puffed up her nose proudly, and said, "What are you talking about in your sleep? How can it be just a part?" "It's basically completed."

She had been writing and preparing for her new book since the beginning of the year. Up to now, only the content of the last chapter was left, but she had no inspiration.

Until last night, when her thoughts suddenly came flooding back.

After reading what she had written earlier, she put herself in the other person's shoes and many problems were instantly solved.

"So fast!?"

Hearing this, Tsugumi Seina widened her eyes in surprise.

In her memory, Kashiwagen Shiori had complained to her more than once about having no inspiration and that it was difficult to write, etc.

This is the first time that I am so excited and happily talking about the success of my writing.

"Hmm~"

Kashiwagen Shiori nodded, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and the curve became brighter and brighter.

"So, are you planning to post it soon?"

Tsugumi Seina considered her words carefully and looked at her roommate with some anticipation.

Personally, she is more interested in reading novels.

"Do not."

Kashiwagen Shiori shook her head. She was still very rational.

She knew that she had just finished writing a book and was in a very high mood, which made it difficult for her to find problems with the new book.

What you should do at this time is not to strike while the iron is hot, but to rest and calm down.

Wait a few days, until your emotions have stabilized, and then read the whole article again.

By then, the handling of many things will become logical and natural.

"In a few days."

After estimating the time, she uttered these four simple words.

As for the remaining time, she could only say that she would enjoy this rare vacation.

Just leave work matters to the weekend this week.

It’s rare that I didn’t oversleep. Damn, everyone should also go to bed early and get up early.

Thanks to teacher Fat Orange Basking in the Sun for the reward, and thanks to teachers Shanhaiyu, Fat Orange Basking in the Sun, Do You Like the Sea, and I Like the Waves for their monthly tickets. Your support is my motivation for writing.

Chapter 330 Prepared

For most students at Shirakawa High School, this sudden three-day vacation is like toilet paper, which is gone as time goes by.

Three days passed in a flash, and in the blink of an eye it was the last workday of the week, Friday.

As the bell rang for the end of the second class, Taku Kiriyama stood up from his seat without hesitation, and then winked at the classmate sitting in front of Che Kitagawa, who nodded happily and stood up from his seat.

After Kiriyama Taku sat down in his seat, the boy stood behind Kiriyama Taku, gently pressed his shoulders with both hands, squeezed them a few times, and made a little joke, "You are bullying me, right? You come to take my seat on time every day."

"How dare we? We are good friends here - oh, yes, right at that location."

Taku Kiriyama cooperated and relaxed his body, allowing the boy to press on him.

"Comfortable?"

The boy pinched it hard.

"Hiss...it's still possible."

Feeling the pain in his shoulder, Taku Kiriyama instinctively took a breath, but still controlled his image and did not cry out.

"Just be tough, kid."

The boy let go of his hand unhappily, patted Kiriyama Taku on the back, and then left the classroom.

In fact, he also wanted to talk to Beichuan Che, but he was too shy and couldn't find a suitable opportunity, so he could only watch his friend and Beichuan Che chatting happily.

In a sense, Kiriyama Takuya has fulfilled the wishes of most boys in Class A of the first year of high school.

From acts of bravery, to concerts, to school festivals, sports meets, and class KTV trips, Kitagawa Che can stand out in everyone's eyes almost every time.

Just like what Takizawa Kaoru said, the most famous person in their Class A of Grade One is not the class monitor, nor the pretty girls like Kitazono Rin, Ejima Tae, or Morishima Yukisa, but Kitagawa Tetsu.

Pretty girls can always attract boys' attention, and the same goes for handsome boys, who can always attract girls' attention, but Kitagawa Che attracts the attention of both boys and girls indiscriminately.

Anyone who is interested in things related to their grade will have an indescribable curiosity and longing for Beichuan Che.

This can be clearly seen from the physical education classes that are mixed together among several classes. Whenever their class does some more difficult exercises, those boys and girls will unconsciously look at Beichuan Che.

"Mr. Kitagawa, how did you feel about yesterday's noon broadcast?"

After watching his friend leave the classroom, Taku Kiriyama withdrew his gaze, rolled up the notebook he brought into a tube, and handed it to Kitagawa Che's mouth, posing as if he was interviewing a reporter.

“The content is quite substantial.”

Looking at the expression of Kiriyama Taku, Kitagawa Che nodded cooperatively, and then expressed his true opinion.

The school has really put a lot of effort into the content of the lunchtime broadcast, not only in the preparation of each program, but also in the arrangement of the content, you can see how much effort it has put in.

The only flaw was that the two members of the broadcasting club who served as announcers were still a little nervous and made some small mistakes yesterday.

But overall, the merits outweigh the flaws.

After all, who can avoid making mistakes when starting a new job?

"Ah?" Hearing this, Kiriyama Taku moved the paper tube away a little and looked at Kitagawa Che in surprise. He thought the latter was going to complain about the submitted article, "Don't you think the first article is a bit pretentious?"

The first article was submitted by a boy in Class C who had excellent grades in modern Chinese. Strictly speaking, his writing was good.

But as for the content, it’s hard to describe in a few words.

The pretentiousness doesn't sound like something written by a high school student, but rather like something written by someone who has been heartbroken more than a hundred times.

The main point is outrageous.

"You think he's being pretentious, which just means you don't match his brainwaves." Beichuan Che shrugged and said in a euphemistic way, "Whether he's being pretentious or not depends on other people's opinions."

"Well, I've done some research. Except for the students in the same class as the person involved, who are not willing to say it openly, the students in other classes gave similar evaluations to me."

Speaking of this, Kiriyama Taku couldn't help but sigh, and then loosened the paper tube.

He paused, then continued, "I really didn't expect that an article like that could be passed."

He was not the only one who thought so; almost everyone in the class thought so.

"We have just started the preparations, so it will take some time, won't it?" Kitagawa Che paused and gave Kiriyama Taku a look that said 'please be patient', "Be patient, and the school doesn't restrict submissions. If you are interested, you can give it a try."

It is better to say that the level of the contributors is not satisfactory to everyone. From another perspective, it will set off a wave of submissions.

Students of this age are serious. I think I can do it, so I will really go for it.

"Me?" Kiriyama Taku pointed at himself, then chuckled and shook his head. His level was about the same as that of the C class contributor. The other one was too pretentious, while he was too simple, neither of them was good. "Rather, everyone is looking forward to your submission, Che."

Everyone in the class was aware that Kitagawa Che had submitted a paper on behalf of Class A.

In other words, Sister Rina never concealed anything about this matter. After making the decision, she informed everyone directly.

As expected, no one expressed any objections.

In fact, everyone is looking forward to it.

After all, everyone knows Beichuan Che's writing level. Every time there is a monthly exam or a final exam, many people will borrow Beichuan Che's papers to read his essays.