Tokyo Love Story

Kashiwagen Shiori nodded thoughtfully, the other party did remind her.

However, she was also clear that the other party was not her, and the experiences provided could only be general. How to use them specifically, or whether to use them or not, were all things she had to figure out and think about.

"Well, let's get back to the topic." Takeda Risa coughed lightly and brought the topic back to the starting point. "I want to know, is this book finished so far, or is there still a part that has not been completed?"

The original manuscript that Kashiwamoto Shiori showed her had only about 60,000 words, which was average for a novel about campus romance. But the overall story gave her the feeling that it was somehow unfinished.

“There is still a part that has not been completed.”

Kashiwamoto Shiori gave the answer.

On the one hand, it was based on the time constraints of last night, and on the other hand, and most importantly, she had not actually thought about the ending of the story.

"how much time is required?"

Takeda Risa asked the question.

Personally, she is very optimistic about the original manuscript and likes it very much. As a reader, she is looking forward to the development of the plot, whether the male and female protagonists can be together, and whether the second female lead will leave.

However, personally, she prefers another heroine with an unspeakable sense of fragility rather than the heroine from a warm civilian family.

"Before the end of this month?"

Kashiwagen Shiori thought about it and gave this answer.

She didn't promise too much, as to say something like "just these few days". On the contrary, she gave herself relatively ample time.

On the one hand, it was based on what happened yesterday, and on the other hand, she herself also needed to think carefully about how the story of the two heroines would end.

The current plot has exceeded her initial expectations, and she is even unable to manually interfere with the direction of her characters.

“Relatively speaking, there is still plenty of time.”

Takeda Risa nodded, agreeing with what Kashiwamoto Shiori said.

"Yeah, leave enough time, take your time, no one is forcing me." Kashiwahara Shiori pursed her lips and made a little joke, "It's comfortable not to have a deadline."

Hearing this, Risa Takeda rolled her eyes, and said to herself that you are a real girl, is it really okay to talk about this in front of the editor?

It feels like talking about not doing homework in front of the subject teacher, the main point is bravery.

"What are your plans for next?" Takeda Risa coughed lightly, took out her phone and checked the time. It was still early, and there was still a full half an hour until eleven o'clock. "Should we wait and have lunch here before leaving, or what?"

"I'm going to go straight home."

Kashiwagen Shiori yawned loudly.

She didn't plan to touch this again today. She had even thought about it. After the current matter was over, she would take a taxi home and have a good sleep to make up for the sleep she got last night.

"Well...I'll take you home."

Takeda Risa hesitated for a moment, but still said this.

"Thank you."

Contrary to her usual behavior, Kashiwagen Shiori did not try to be stubborn, but agreed obediently.

"Ouch."

Hearing this, Takeda Risa let out a low cry, looked at Kashiwagen Shiori with some surprise, and thought to herself, you have become a stranger too.

It turns out that this girl is not like this.

However, Takeda Risa thought about it, then smiled with relief. It didn’t matter why Kashiwamoto Shiori changed. What was important was that her transformation saved her the process of persuasion.

If the process is simplified and the result remains unchanged, then that is good.

Thank you to teacher 8852 for the monthly ticket and the reward. Your support is my motivation for writing.

Chapter 104 Invitation [3K3]

The impact of the concert was obvious.

After this performance, Kitagawa Tetsu and Morishima Yukisa suddenly became the most popular people in Class A of the first year of high school.

The students in Class A showed great enthusiasm towards them. Kitagawa Che was okay with this enthusiasm, after all, he was more or less accustomed to the occasional stares cast at him. However, Morishima Yukisa showed great discomfort. This girl who always kept to herself and tried to avoid most gazes was really not used to receiving one enthusiastic gaze after another in the classroom.

For her, this was a form of torture.

Fortunately, after most of the students sensed Yukisa Morishima's discomfort, they tried their best to restrain their fiery gazes and actively kept a distance from this "lone ranger".

But there is a saying that goes, if all is not well in one place, there will be bright spots in the other. Since Morishima Yukisa, one of the focus figures, is not used to such communication, then Kitagawa Che, who can always talk with everyone, should be able to do it, right?

With this thought in mind, more and more boys and girls came up to Beichuan Che and chatted during the break.

For a time, there were always many people around Beichuan Che's desk, and he also had the intention of becoming the leader of Class A of Grade 1.

Time passes day by day, like sand held tightly in the hand. The tighter you hold it, the faster it flows.

In the blink of an eye, June has come to the end amidst the discussion about Kitagawa Tetsu and Morishima Yukisa.

At dusk when the sky was dyed red, the after-school music class in the music classroom came to an end.

Standing on the podium, Yukisa Morishima put down the chalk in her hand, and after confirming with Che Kitagawa that he had written down everything, she turned around, picked up the eraser and wiped the blackboard that was covered with music theory.

It was Tsugumi Seina who secured the use of the music classroom for them against all odds. In the words of this teacher, they brought honor to the class, so they deserved this preferential treatment.

"You're making rapid progress."

Yukisa Morishima put the eraser back to its original place, clapped her hands, and her eyes fell on Kitagawa Che's face. There was obvious approval in her beautiful eyes.

Beichuan Che taught her a good lesson on what a true genius is.

There are many people who claim to be geniuses in the field of music, but the reality is that in the private concert competition held by Yukisa Morishima, there are only a handful of people of the same age in Japan who can be compared with her.

Theoretically speaking, her talent should be very good, but when she was teaching Kitagawa Che, a "new singer" who changed his career halfway, she felt a considerable degree of frustration.

To use her previous joke, his talent was no longer a gift from God, but rather God personally fed him with his own hands.

This kind of talent is something that cannot be envied at all. It is the kind of student who can learn something once taught. The student is the typical type of student that teachers like the most, trust the most and treat as their treasure.

“It’s mainly because the teachers teach well.”

Kitagawa Che met Morishima Yukisa's gaze, smiled humbly, and closed his densely written notebook.

During this period of time, Yukisa Morishima has been devoted to him. This teacher, who is obviously inexperienced in teaching, has put in a lot of effort. Not only has she made lesson plans, she has even made a special study plan for him, and is teaching him with all her heart.

And he did not let her efforts down to some extent. With his focused study, his music skill naturally advanced from level 5 to level 6, and he was only one step away from the watershed.

"It's not good to be too modest." Yukisa Morishima shook her head and said this, but the micro-expression on her face couldn't help but reveal a little bit of excitement.

Obviously, this girl is also saying one thing and thinking another.

"But, are you really not going to continue your studies in music?" Morishima Yukisa walked down from the podium, sat down next to Kitagawa Che naturally, and persuaded him again, "Kitagawa, you are really talented."

Yukisa Morishima can feel it. In music, if Che Kitagawa is willing, he will be able to go very far if he maintains his current rate of improvement.

Wherever he wants to go, he can definitely go.

As for how far she can go, she personally believes that she will at least not be worse than her mother, Yukie Morishima.

"This is just a hobby, so just follow the hobby model. As for how far it can develop, we will wait and see. After all, haste makes waste."

Kitagawa Che answered as usual, and he even spoke Chinese for the last sentence.

This conversation between the two of them has been going on for a whole week.

After each day's "tutoring", the "music teacher" would start to persuade him.

At the beginning, his answer was that he just wanted to make money, but when she heard this answer, Morishima Yukisa rolled her eyes and said that he could even remain silent, but he must not use such an answer to perfunctorily answer her.

She said she was not a fool. For someone who could write and sing a hit song like "First Love", saying that she sang just to make money, wasn't that misleading?

So he had to change his words and said that music or singing were just hobbies.

In response to his answer, the girl did not say that he was fooling her, but she could not stop persuading her like this.

"Okay." As usual, after hearing Kitagawa Che's answer which was the same as before, Morishima Yukisa lowered her eyebrows and did not insist any longer.

After thinking for a moment, she changed the subject, "Speaking of which, do you plan to re-record the song 'First Love'? Your singing skills are much better now than they were then."

"I have this idea, but for now, I'd better wait a little longer. I can't spare that much time."

Kitagawa Che spoke frankly about his plans.

He had the idea of ​​recording "First Love" again. As for the state of being immersed in the song, after his music level reached lv.6, he had already found the trick. It was still difficult to enter that state, but it was no longer a matter of pure chance.

"That's right, just like you said, more haste makes waste." Yukisa Morishima nodded in understanding. The last proverb was also spoken in Chinese, but it sounded a little weird.

She thought for a moment, then added, "If you want to re-record, remember to send me a message on Line in advance. I can still help you with this."

"Thank you in advance, Mr. Morishima~"

Beichuan Che smiled.

Morishima Yukisa's initiative to offer was a great help to him. If she hadn't mentioned it, he would have to think more about how to ask this girl for help. After all, it would be relatively convenient to ask for help from someone familiar with the matter.

"Let's not thank each other as partners, right?" Morishima Yukisa blinked, then stood up from her chair and picked up her schoolbag. "It's getting late, and today's classes are over, so I'll go home first."

"Ah."

Beichuan Che nodded and gave an affirmative answer.

"Well then..." Yukisa Morishima waved at him, "See you tomorrow, Kitagawa-san."

"See you tomorrow."

*

After watching Morishima Yukisa leave, Kitagawa Che stretched and put away his notebook. Just as he was about to pick up his bag and leave, the cell phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang.

He pulled out his phone and glanced at the caller.

Beichuan Che frowned subconsciously. The call was from Beiyuan Zhengyu.

Why are you calling at this time?

So Beichuan Che answered the call with a little doubt, "Good afternoon, Uncle Beiyuan."

"Good afternoon, Che."

But it was completely different from what he imagined. The voice that came from the other end of the phone was not the familiar calm male voice he was familiar with, but the soft female voice of Kitaen Risa.

"aunt?"

"Well, it's me."

In the living room of Beiyuan's house, Beiyuan Lisa held the phone to her ear, a smile on her still charming face.

"Aunt, is there something wrong?"

Beichuan Che thought about it and took the initiative to ask.

"Why, can't I call you, Che, if there's nothing wrong?" Beiyuan Lisa paused, retreated to advance, and made a little joke, "Are you tired of your aunt's nagging?"

"No, it's just that in my impression, my aunt's schedule has always been quite full."

Kitagawa Che explained.

He knows this kind of sentence structure very well, it's a classic opening move.

"You reacted pretty quickly, Che. This answer will get high marks." Beiyuan Lisa chuckled, then changed the subject and mentioned the main topic of the call, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Let's get to the point. Isn't it almost the end of the month these days?"

"Yes." Beichuan Che was stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively, "So, is there any special day?"

"No." Kitaen Risa denied his guess and continued, "I just want to invite you to have a simple meal, either outside or at home."

"Uh, actually..."

"Everyone says that a 17 or 18-year-old child changes every six months. Auntie hasn't seen you for a long time. I want to see you. Is that not okay?"

Kitaen Risa interrupted Kitagawa Tetsu's speech and said something that could kill the game.

Beichuan Che was silent for a moment, and finally, he nodded and agreed. "Okay, aunt, please tell me the time."

Kitaen Risa was very good to him. She would send him new clothes and shoes for daily wear from time to time, and occasionally give him some very practical small items.

It can be imagined that if he had not sternly refused on the issue of money, given the personalities of the Beiyuan couple, they would have given him and Miao a considerable living allowance every month.

"How about six o'clock tomorrow night?"

Kitaen Risa asked this on the other end of the phone.

Under the light, the expression on her face gradually relaxed visibly.

Since Beichuan Che agreed, the idea that had been hanging in her mind naturally came to an end.