Tokyo Love Story

Good things always have a good reputation. Soon, word spread from one person to ten people, and from ten to a hundred. The students in the Homecoming Department of Class A of Grade 1 who did not participate in club activities began to stay outside the music classroom spontaneously, enjoying a different version of "First Love" played every day.

Later, this matter was known by Tsugumi Seina, and the teacher had no choice but to put on a gloomy face, play the role of a bad guy, and drive away all the students in her class.

Most of the students were conscious and behaved themselves after Tsuchiya Seina mentioned not to watch. But one thing is for sure, they were not allowed to watch outside the music classroom, so everyone discussed it in the Line group. For a while, Morishima Yukisa became a hot topic of discussion for many students.

After all, the image of her with her back straight in front of the piano was so memorable, especially since she usually slept while lying down during class. The contrast was even stronger.

Apart from this new understanding of Yukisa Morishima, many students are more interested in another thing.

——They saw the relationship between Kitagawa Tetsu and Morishima Yukisa, the tacit understanding they had during rehearsal. Let alone a temporary partnership, even childhood sweethearts of many years might not have such tacit understanding.

Therefore, many boys and girls were secretly discussing whether there would be another couple in the class after this rehearsal.

But for Kitayuan Rinyin, the more she listened to such rumors, the more her brows furrowed uncontrollably.

She knew it was fake. After all, no matter how exaggerated the rumor was or whether it was true, it was still just a rumor. But her mood still became subtle, just like soda with lemon juice added in the summer, bubbling and sour.

In the blink of an eye, it was June 16th, the day before the concert officially began.

In the evening, a drizzle fell in Tokyo in early summer. The dripping raindrops formed a dense rain curtain, suppressing the heat that had risen during the day and leaving a slight coolness.

Amid the sound of dripping rain, the first rain in mid-June fell.

Ota-ku, outside Haneda Airport.

A woman wearing a windbreaker, sunglasses and with a pair of amazingly long legs, escorted by a group of police officers, boarded a Bentley that had been waiting in the waiting area outside the airport for a long time.

As the car door closed, Yukie Morishima, who was sitting in the back seat, took off her sunglasses and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Where's the luggage?"

Tatsuya Tsugumi Makoto, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned his eyebrows away, turned on the lights in the car, and looked at Yukie Morishima.

"Shipment, it will arrive tomorrow."

Yukie Morishima rubbed her tired eyes, and a hint of expectation flashed across her beautiful eyes.

She hasn't seen her daughter for half a year.

Although the relationship between her and her daughter was not good, and there was even some tension between them because of the past, as a mother, she still wanted to see her daughter from the bottom of her heart.

This is also the reason why she didn't get a good rest throughout June. She completed all the reservations for this month before boarding the plane today.

"Tomorrow is the Shirakawa High School concert."

Turning his sight back, Tatsuya Tsugumi turned off the lights in the car, fastened his seat belt, and started the car.

He knew very well why Yukie Morishima came back at this time.

However, he also knew that if Morishima Yukie still negotiated with Morishima Yukisa with the same attitude as before, the mother and daughter would end up in a bad mood without exception.

"I know."

Morishima Yukie took a deep breath, tilted her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on the car window glass that was covered with raindrops. The car had a very good sound insulation effect. Apart from the radio sound that was turned down very low by Tatsuya Tatsuya Tsugumi, the car was so quiet that she could even hear her own breathing.

She thought about it, then opened the car window slightly, allowing the cool breeze to flow in and hit her face.

The cold wind mixed with the rain swept away her fatigue and lifted her spirits.

After she had adjusted herself, she closed the car window, raised her head, and looked at the driver Tatsuya Tsugumi Makoto through the rearview mirror. "Tatsuya, how has Yukisa been doing during this period?"

"She still comes to Pansy to play the piano on Saturdays and weekends." Tatsuya Tatsuya paused, "As for school, the few words she said roughly mean that she is busy with rehearsals."

"Do you look tired?"

This is what Yukie Morishima is more concerned about.

"You should ask her when she wasn't tired at your request." Tsugumi Makoto sighed and complained, "Compared to before, there is more fatigue between her eyebrows." He changed the subject, "But when she mentioned rehearsals, her tone was quite high, and she sounded like she was enjoying it and was very excited."

This was completely beyond his expectations.

However, he thought it was good. At least when talking about campus life, the girl would no longer respond with a cold "nothing to say". She had some vitality that she should have at this age.

Morishima Yukie was silent for a moment, then uttered a sentence, "If you want something, you have to pay for it. There is no such good thing in the world."

"What's more." She paused for a moment, "I went through this too."

"But you are always you, and Xuesha is always Xuesha."

Tsugumi Makoto Tatsuya mentioned this tactfully.

What he meant was that you can't always impose your demands and standards on Yukisa Morishima. It's too much and too harsh.

"maybe……"

Morishima Yukie quieted down, and her still charming face became more complicated.

She didn't say anything else, turned her head and looked out the car window.

The night rain in the city seemed to be getting heavier.

Thank you for the reward from Tubinan Bowan, and the monthly tickets from Yehuoyanwu and Heshen. Your support is my motivation for writing.

As usual, I ask for a ticket.

Chapter 91 The Most Special

Nine o'clock in the evening, in Kitagawa's house, in Kitagawa Che's bedroom.

Sitting at the desk, Kitagawa Che stretched and closed his notebook. During the time he was learning advanced music theory and knowledge with Morishima Yukisa, he developed a new habit of writing down on paper what Morishima Yukisa taught him every day, based on his personal feelings.

From time to time, he would take out this notebook and flip through it, which could be considered as taking 'reading notes' in a sense.

Buzz. Buzz.

Suddenly, the phone he placed next to the desk vibrated, and the lock screen showed that Line had received a new message.

[You will be performing on stage tomorrow. Are you nervous? 】

The message was sent by Kashiwamoto Shiori, a frequent visitor to Class A of the first year of high school. She had heard from other students in Class A long ago that he was going to perform on stage, and she even secretly went with Kiriyama Taku and the others to observe his and Morishima Yukisa's rehearsal.

[A little, but not much.]

After thinking about it, Beichuan Che replied with this sentence.

On the other side, Kashiwahara Shiori, who was wearing pajamas, a bath towel draped over her shoulders, and her hair was still a little wet, looked at the reply, smiled, tapped her finger on the screen, and quickly replied with a message.

[Wow, you are very confident. ]

[We have been rehearsing for so long, isn't it too late to say that you have no confidence now? ]

[Yes, the arrow is on the string and has to be shot. ]

Just as Kitagawa Che was thinking about how to reply, the words "the other party is typing" appeared on the chat interface bar.

After thinking about it, he waited for the senior sister's next words.

About three and a third minutes later, a line of text appeared in his eyes.

[Did Sister Rina arrange a flower-giving segment for you in this performance? 】

Give flowers?

Beichuan Che was stunned for half a second, then smiled.

Most of the stage performances on campus have a pre-arranged flower-presenting segment, which is just like always being able to see a lion in XXX's eyes. The main feature is a classic that you have to appreciate.

If he were a spectator, Kitagawa Che would be happy to see such a process, just like watching other people celebrate their birthdays in Haidilao, he would be really happy.

But as a participant, he felt somewhat delicate about such activities.

[It was mentioned, but was rejected by Yukisa Morishima, who thought it was too exaggerated.]

Kitagawa Che gave the answer.

[Will it? I think it’s pretty good. ]

Shiori Kashiwamoto picked up the bath towel and wiped her wet hair while imagining the scene with interest. The more she imagined it, the brighter her smile became.

She was looking forward to seeing Beichuan Che singing "First Love" on the stage with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

【It is true? 】

【real. 】

[You don't mind watching the fun, right? 】

Ahaha

Watching this conversation, even through the mobile phone screen, Kitagawa Che could imagine the expression on Kashiwagen Shiori's face on the other end. She was definitely laughing quite wildly.

Thinking of this, he shook his head and replied.

【If I were a viewer, I would think so too. 】

[But what if the person who presents the flowers on stage is a famous beautiful girl in the grade? ]

Kashiwagen Shiori changed the subject.

[That’s another story.]

It was just a casual chat, so Beichuan Che didn't think too much about it and added another sentence according to his mood.

[That vanity has already exploded. ]

Looking at this line of words, Kashiwagen Shiori just smiled.

She thought about it and continued the topic.

[Let's add another premise. At this time, you are no longer a performer, but an audience member. What would you think? ]

After typing this line of words, a hint of anticipation flashed across Kashiwagen Shiori's beautiful eyes.

She was very curious about how Beichuan Che would answer.

[Stop talking, my teeth are already broken.]

Beichuan Che cooperated very well and typed out this line of words.

He originally wanted to reply, "Zhao, you deserve to die (in Tibetan), wuwuwu (crying voice), it's more painful than killing me", but after hesitating for a long time, he suppressed the thought. This art of language is still too advanced for this era.

[Knowing that you are not nervous, I feel relieved. (Cat head emoticon package)]

【Thank you for your concern. 】

[You're welcome. I should rest now. I'll stop here for today. Good night.]

【Good night. 】

After watching Kashiwahara Shiori's profile picture dim, Kitagawa Che turned off his phone. Just as he was about to turn off the desk lamp, there was a knock on the door as expected.

Outside the door, Kitayuan Rin's voice rang out.

"Ache, have you rested? I cut some fruit."

"Not yet, please come in."

Click.

With the sound of the door being pushed open, Kitaen Rin walked in wearing light green pajamas and holding a fruit plate.

After placing the fruit plate in front of Beichuan Che, the girl sat down on a chair nearby.

"Can we talk?"

She tilted her eyebrows, and there was a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"Of course." Beichuan Che nodded, "What do you want to talk about?"

"At tomorrow's concert, our class's program is the fourth one, as I remember." Beiyuan Rinyin paused, and her slightly cold voice softened, "Are you ready?"

"What do you mean?"

Kitagawa Che looked at Kitaen Rin.

Under the dual illumination of the desk lamp and the overhead light, the pretty face inexplicably gained a sense of three-dimensionality.

"Clothes, mood, and your state."

Beiyuan Rinyin counted on her fingers and asked one by one.

As for the details of the rehearsal, she did not ask much. After all, she had seen it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears.

Although they were reluctant to admit it, Kitagawa Tetsu and Morishima Yukisa were indeed a strong combination in terms of their tacit understanding in cooperation. It had only been eleven days since they started rehearsing until the performance, but the feeling of tacit understanding made people feel as if they had been partners for a long time.

But the more she thought about it, the more restless she became.