Tokyo Love Story

Yukisa Morishima reminded in a low voice.

"it is good."

Beichuan Che responded with some surprise. He really didn't expect that the other party would remind him.

This is a stereotype of the 'lone ranger' in the class.

After crossing the intersection and walking on the road leading to the residential area, the atmosphere between Kitagawa Che and Morishima Yukisa relaxed a lot because of her reminder just now.

After thinking for a while, Kitagawa Che took the initiative to open the conversation, "Thank you for your help in today's recording."

"Forget about thanking me." Morishima Yukisa was silent for a moment. "There's no need to thank me for this kind of thing. I'm working there part-time anyway, so helping you record the song is part of my job."

"part time?"

Beichuan Che took over the conversation and asked with some curiosity.

As for his impression of Yukisa Morishima's part-time job, probably the only thing left was the scene where she worked as a part-time pianist in the Pansy Western Restaurant.

"I was called here temporarily."

Yukisa Morishima explained in a low voice.

She actually didn't have much bad feelings towards her classmate Beichuan Che. In fact, because of the silence and attitude he had just displayed in music, she even felt a little closer to him.

To create connections between people, either their personalities complement each other, or they are doing things together, or they have the same hobbies.

Obviously, she and he meet the latter two conditions.

"I see."

Beichuan Che nodded thoughtfully.

If she hadn't explained this, he would have thought that this girl was a multi-tasking worker. She worked part-time in a recording studio in the morning and at the Pansy Western Restaurant in the evening. This was the way she did every Saturday and weekend, repeating the same cycle over and over again, basically without stopping.

The conversation between the two came to a temporary end.

After passing another intersection, the silent Morishima Yukisa took the initiative to speak again, breaking the quiet atmosphere between the two of them, "I will keep today's events a secret for you."

"Thank you."

Beichuan Che was stunned for half a second, then thanked him.

When he was sure that the two of them would be traveling together for a while, he was thinking about how to bring up this matter, but he never expected that Yukisa Hitomorishima would take the initiative to speak first.

"Likewise, I hope you can keep it a secret for me." Morishima Yukisa slowed down her pace a little, "Please don't tell anyone about our encounter that day."

She raised her eyebrows and her gaze fell on a large convenience store not far away that was bathed in the afternoon sun. The blue convenience store billboard was glowing in the sun. In the open space outside the convenience store, several children were lying on the ground playing marbles, and the sounds of them competing with each other and refusing to admit defeat were extremely clear.

Looking away, the expression on her face relaxed a lot.

She is not good at socializing with people, and can even be said to be a little resistant. Rather than chatting lively with most people, she prefers to be alone and observe from a distance.

"Are you talking about Pansy's part-time job?"

Beichuan Che also raised his eyebrows and looked towards the convenience store.

Walking here, his home is not far away. After passing two more intersections, he will be home. However, at this time, Miao and Kitaen Rin should have already had lunch.

"Yes."

Morishima Yukisa nodded slightly, and the expression on her face inevitably became a little tense.

Originally, she wanted to talk to Kitagawa Che alone on Line, but the other party seemed to have blocked messages from non-friends, and her several messages fell on deaf ears.

"I have never publicized that matter." Beichuan Che considered his words, "Everyone has their own privacy. You didn't take the initiative to talk about it in class. Obviously, you don't want this matter to be known. I won't KY (can't read the atmosphere) casually."

Morishima Yukisa pursed her lips, turned her head, and let her black hair cover her face. Her slightly cold voice was filled with gratitude, "Thank you."

"There's a saying that goes like this: if people want to keep secrets from each other, they have to have a common secret. Now, we have met this prerequisite." Beichuan Che just smiled, "So forget about thanking me. As you said just now, it's part of our job."

"Ah."

Morishima Yukisa nodded slightly, and the stone in her heart fell to the ground.

Since he won't tell anyone, there's nothing to worry about.

In front of the convenience store, Yukisa Morishima stopped.

She tilted her eyebrows and her eyes fell on Beichuan Che's profile, "Um, Beichuan classmate, I plan to buy a bento, first..."

Her three meals have always been bento boxes from convenience stores or instant foods. She rarely cooks for herself, or in other words, she simply doesn't have the necessary skill points when it comes to cooking.

, then I will go home first, bye."

Beichuan Che understood what the girl meant, smiled and waved his hand.

"Goodbye."

She nodded slightly and waved.

So the two parted ways.

Thanks to Yue Youmeng for the reward, and the monthly tickets to Qun Yi Yao, Nan Lu Shisan, Xi Zi Liang, and Zhi Chi Tian Ya Qing Qian Yi Xi.

I haven't fallen asleep since last night, so I've written two chapters. If I can wake up at night, I'll continue writing and update more. If I can't wake up, then... I'll have to see you tomorrow.

, I wish you all a happy weekend~

Chapter 70 There will be no next time [Please order first]

"I am back."

After opening the door and walking into the porch, Kitagawa Che had just put his keys into the small basket on the shoe cabinet. Before he had time to change his shoes, Ejima Tadashi's familiar face had already appeared in the corner of his sight.

"Welcome home."

The short-haired girl responded softly, then bent down and naturally opened the shoe cabinet, intending to help him take out his pair of slippers.

"Stop!"

After being with Ejima Mia for such a long time, Kitagawa Che has become generally accustomed to her way of thinking. Let alone other things, just taking the point of changing shoes as an example, he really can't get used to it.

Ejima Mia's care for him can no longer be described as simple attention to detail; it is purely the same kind of care that a personal maid in the old days gave to her master. If he was not determined, he would most likely be taken care of by this girl and become a disabled person.

To describe it in a word that is both apt and inappropriate, it is that it is too depraved, too depraved.

After she finished speaking, Ejima Mio stopped moving in mid-air. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Kitagawa Che with some confusion.

"Let me handle these things myself."

Beichuan Che sighed, reached out to take out his slippers from the shoe cabinet, and then put them on.

“But this is what I should do.”

Ejima Miu blinked and whispered something to defend herself.

Before, she might have added that it was her duty as a servant, etc., but now, she knew that her young master didn't like to hear this word, so she swallowed the words out of habit.

Beichuan Che turned around and put his shoes at the entrance. Then he stood up and met Ejima Miao's gaze. He asked helplessly, "Miao, have you ever thought about what to do if you really take care of me and make me the kind of person who only needs food and clothing?"

"But I will always stay by your side."

Ejima Tae tilted her head slightly, her eyes calm and determined, as if silently saying, "Isn't that all right?"

This time, it was Beichuan Che's turn to remain silent.

How do you want me to respond?

Beichuan Che pondered for a moment and decided to give up discussing this with the stubborn girl. He made a unilateral conclusion with a tough attitude, "Anyway, just treat it as me, no, this is the young master's order to the attendant, okay?"

"If that's what the young master said, then I understand."

Ejima Miu lowered her eyebrows slightly and nodded meekly.

"Okay, be natural."

Kitagawa Che coughed lightly, walked past Ejima Mia, and headed towards the living room.

"Oh." Ejima Miu obediently raised her eyebrows, followed behind Beichuan Che, and mentioned another matter, "So, how is the young master's business going? Is it going smoothly?"

"It went pretty smoothly."

"Oh, all right."

The worry in Ejima Myo's eyes disappeared, and her expression became relaxed again.

The two sat down on the sofa.

Beichuan Che picked up the remote control and turned up the volume of the TV a little.

A documentary with English subtitles was playing on TV.

There is no doubt that this program was chosen by Kitaen Rinyin. At home, she is the only one who prefers or likes similar programs.

"Ms. Rinone is taking a shower."

Ejima Miu saw a thoughtful look in Kitagawa Che's eyes. She thought about it and started to explain.

"Uh……"

Can I say, that's not what I meant?

Beichuan Che was silent for a while, but finally decided not to explain. The more he explained, the more it seemed to be true. He paused and continued the topic he had just talked about. "Anyway, the song has been recorded. I will just upload it according to the process later."

He didn't bring up the matter of recording the song on his own initiative. She saw it accidentally when Miao entered his room carrying some fruits a few days ago. However, she didn't ask about it, but only vaguely expressed her curiosity with her eyes.

Since everything had been seen, Beichuan Che had no intention of hiding it. He simply shared his thoughts with her and told the girl that he might find a recording studio to record the song in the near future.

“Didn’t the song title change?”

There was a hint of eagerness in Ejima Tadashi's voice; she was more concerned about this than anything else.

"No."

Beichuan Che shook his head. Why would he change the title of the song for no reason?

Hearing this, Ejima Myo nodded thoughtfully.

"Oh, by the way." She seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "Master, have you had lunch?"

It was almost 1:30 in the afternoon and most people had already had lunch, but she knew her young master very well. When he was working hard, he would subconsciously forget about many things. It was normal for him to delay eating or even skip eating.

In the March before school started, he often wrote without stopping. When she called him to eat, he basically didn't respond. Later, she learned her lesson and would wait until he was almost done before she started cooking. This way, the timing was just right.

Beichuan Che didn't say anything, just laughed awkwardly.

Ejima Mia glared at him in a somewhat reproachful manner, but in the end she said nothing. She just asked, "So what would you like to eat, young master? We have enough ingredients at home."

"Anything left over from lunch?"

"Yes, there is, but..."

Ejima Miu seemed a little hesitant.

In her opinion, her young master is now the pillar of the family. She can't help him much in his work, but she can take good care of him in life.

"Then just heat it up and eat it." Beichuan Che patted his trouser legs, stood up, and walked towards the stairs. "I'll go upstairs and upload the song first. When the food is heated up, just call me."

"it is good."

*

It’s just that life always likes to play jokes on people, always stuffing one overwhelming scene after another in front of people, regardless of the person’s likes or dislikes, let alone whether the person can accept it.

In the corridor on the second floor, Beichuan Che stopped.

He never expected that the plots he had seen in movies and novels before would inexplicably reappear before his eyes.

What caught his eye was not the empty corridor, but Kitaen Rin who was walking towards him while drying her hair.

It seemed that she had misunderstood the sound of her footsteps just now as being that of Ejima Miu.

As luck would have it, the girl's light green pajamas were not buttoned.

Under the row of buttons was dazzlingly white and delicate skin. It seemed that the bath water was a little warmer, and the skin was tinged with a light pink. When I glanced at it, I could see the small belly button, the curved waistline, and the full and perky breasts wrapped in the black bra.

If this were a vulgar movie, the protagonist should whistle and say something about the beautiful scenery at this moment.

Then the director yelled "Cut" and the next scene began.

But life is not a movie, and it never gives people room to maneuver. When their eyes met, Beichuan Che's thoughts paused for a moment.

Kitayuan Rin'in's action of wiping her hair also paused slightly.

The girl's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even her snow-white neck and earlobes were tinged with a layer of red.