I interpret life in Tokyo

However, there was still an indelible smile on his face, the right time, place and people were all in place. Today he finally had a fair fight with Ichiro Kimura and finally won.

"Name, I want it too."

Asakura spoke with a smile.

The boy knew what Toru Asakura was talking about, raised his sword eyebrows and said with a chuckle, "Asakura-san, not all the students are so honored to be Dean Kimura's confidants and get their own titles."

"Be special, of course it's good to be special." The boy tasted the white water tofu soup that he hadn't finished. "Being the confidant of Dean Kimura has another advantage. In the future, he will get a degree when he graduates and finds a job. A long letter of recommendation."

Mrs. Higuchi clasped her hands together, her eyes glowed, she obviously knew the gold content of the director's recommendation letter, "Ah, this is not very good, Sakakibara-kun's future career is guaranteed!"

"It's just another way." Facing Mrs. Higuchi, the boy passed another education and reputation point, smiling very modestly, "Now I am walking on the road of actor quite smoothly, with the support of Higuchi-san Shun Shui. There are really not many job opportunities like this kind of job where you can find happiness.”

Higuchi Madoka glared at the boy, what is meant by Higuchi-san's support, this kind of words are too misunderstanding.

"Yes, if you have such an opportunity, take it firmly." As an adult, Mrs. Higuchi, who has work experience, naturally agrees with the boy's words.

"Ah... activities, I like it."

The boy seemed to have grasped the knack of talking to Toru Asakura, her words rarely showed signs of incoherence, and what she said was related to the ongoing conversation.

As long as you think along this line of thought, you will know what she is talking about.

"Then continue with idol activities."

"Well, with everyone."

Madoka Higuchi saw that the two of them had encountered radio waves at some point, and the action of eating noodles was a bit rude for some reason.

through. . .Tou's goal has been clarified, and she even made arrangements for making up lessons.

She wiped her mouth with a tissue and closed her eyes.

What I can do, I can't do it.

"Eat well, thank you for the hospitality." Madoka Higuchi thanked softly.

"Then let's continue to visit the campus. The time for the open class... is at two o'clock in the afternoon." The boy found today's schedule for the open class at Dongdae University in the email. He raised his head and said to the three, "Before that, Let me show you around the campus first."

"I'll leave it to you, Sakakibara-kun." Mrs. Higuchi covered her mouth and smiled lightly.

It's a pity that it's not autumn now. The main road of Dongda Main Gate is called Ginkgo Namiki Pass. In autumn, all the leaves planted on both sides turn golden. Walking in the golden passage is a different kind of romance.

Several people stopped beside Sanshiro Pond, sheltering from the early summer wind in the shade.

Although the boy is studying at Tokyo University, it does not mean that he has been to every corner of Tokyo University.

More important than landmark buildings is the spirit of college students.

Such a spiritual boy has also felt in the past, the high-spirited spirit of being full of ambition and taking the world as his own responsibility.

I want this world to change a little bit because of myself, and the vows made in the past are also applied in the present.

"Does Sakakibara-kun live alone in Tokyo?"

"Yes."

Madoka Higuchi and Toru Asakura stood in front, looking at the fish in the pond. She heard her mother's question and turned her head slightly.

Mrs. Higuchi and the boy sat on the bench for rest. Her gentle words seemed to be able to dispel all defenses, and let people highlight the deepest secrets in their hearts.

The boy scratched his head and smiled, "My mother passed away due to illness in my sophomore year of high school, but there is no news from my father. Now I do some jobs besides being an actor, and the salary of an actor is enough to support me to live alone."

This is not something that can't be said, the boy's current family situation can be found at the actor registration office of the firm.

So the words that were spoken drifted away with the summer wind, revealing the boy's casualness and indifference.

"It must be very hard." Mrs. Higuchi said softly.

"It was a little hard at first, but I got used to it later."

The boy smiled nonchalantly, stretched his legs on the back of the chair, stared at the two girls chatting not far away, and smiled at Mrs. Higuchi after a while, "There is nothing wrong with the current life, self-sufficient , live a happy and fulfilling life.”

Mrs. Higuchi smiled softly, but she didn't continue to say anything.

"Higuchi, what's wrong?"

"...nothing."

Higuchi Madoka sighed softly, although her voice was low, she heard it clearly.

This may be why the boy has a lonely atmosphere in her eyes.

He's lonely, but he's a sweetheart, a reliable, popular friend, on and off the set.

He lacks love, but treats everyone tenderly, making them feel the warmth in interpersonal communication, and the connections and bonds between people are gently connected together.

Even so, he is brilliant, and wants to become a boy chasing dreams under the stars, and his friends are the same as him, scrambling to bloom their own brilliance in this world.

She was silent and said nothing.

Toru Asakura poked her cheek aside.

"It's almost two o'clock, I have to go."

Keeping an eye on the time, the boy straightened up and waved to the two girls.

He had to go to the dojo in advance and demonstrate several times with Professor Kimura on the spot, otherwise it was very likely to make an oolong.

"Sakakibara-kun go first, we'll talk in a while."

Mrs. Higuchi saw what the boy was thinking, and said softly, with a gentle and delicate tone, as if she was talking to her own child.

Sakakibara Kaede smiled and strode away.

Madoka Higuchi helped Toru Asakura to straighten her hair that was blown by the wind.

"Catch up... us"

"Asakura, what are you talking about?"

Toru Asakura paused for a moment, closed her eyes in the refreshing wind, then pursed her lips and smiled, "The wind is so comfortable."

Higuchi Madoka followed her example and closed her eyes, feeling the wind blowing slowly.

"Well, it's very comfortable."

Chapter 31 Hello, bad signal

As soon as the emperor's last words were spoken, the student Qingqing who was sitting below immediately stood up and applauded.

An open class that guides everyone to get started, and the students in the third year of high school have benefited a lot.

As one of the three departments of science at the University of Tokyo, the Faculty of Economics is a department that countless science students are vying to enter.

The boy got up from the computer and applauded the emperor's wonderful lessons.

Then came the Q&A session, and the boy unplugged the computer and exited the presentation, his work done.

In such a warm atmosphere, he left the classroom first.

The questioning session lasted for 10 minutes. The boy sent the computer to the dean's office. After a back and forth, the students had already stepped out of the classroom.

"How does it sound?"

"Hmm...it's really interesting."

Asakura Toru's smile is still so handsome.

The boy praised: "This is kindness one zero①⑦④five wine④⑨⑧! It's a good thing to be curious and interesting about a subject. It can not only urge yourself, but also spur yourself to study more seriously."

"Eh...haha, that's right."

Seeing the boy and Toru Asakura chatting again, Madoka Higuchi pursed his lips.

Mrs. Higuchi gently held her daughter's hand and smiled softly.

There is a time limit for the Open Day of the University of Tokyo. The boy sent the three of them to the main entrance, and at the same time handed them the bag containing the materials in his hand.

"I sent it here, and I have club activities in the afternoon." Sakakibara Kaede said, "I hope this open day can help you. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me directly on the line."

"Don't be so troublesome."

It was Mrs. Higuchi who spoke, and she answered, "If Sakakibara-kun has time every night, why don't you come to your aunt's house to make up lessons for the two children. I trust the reputation of Sakakihara-kun's East University Department of Economics."

"Forehead..."

The boy didn't expect that Mrs. Higuchi just mentioned something casually just now, but he didn't expect it to be serious now. He quickly took out his mobile phone and confirmed, "I'm free every night."

"Then come to Auntie's house every night. You and Yuanxiang are filming together now, and the way home is the same." Mrs. Higuchi clapped her hands and thought of something, "By the way, Sakakihara-kun's dinner can also be eaten at our house. gone."

Facing such a passionate wife, the boy was filled with emotion.

At this time, he finally realized the true meaning of what it means to be born to a king but not to be born to a king.

Madoka Higuchi stared at the boy, she lowered her gaze as if she had thought of something.

However, the boy still had concerns in his heart. After the three left, he called his agent.

Iidagui picked up the phone with a whimper, and said under a choked voice, "Fengxian, what are you looking for me for?"

"Iida-san, I will go to Higuchi Madoka's house every night to make up lessons for her and her childhood sweetheart. Will this damage their reputation?" The boy rubbed his temples with his fingers as he walked.

"Remedial classes? Oh, they are also in their third year of high school." Iida Gui coughed a few times, "Theoretically, it's not a problem, the artist's address is kept secret, and now the paparazzi are not so perverted and gossip, squatting at people's doors every day of."

"That's fine."

"I said, you have time to make up lessons for the little girl at night, but you don't have time to act? I got you a new high school group performer for you—"

Before he could finish speaking, intermittent voices came from the other end of the phone, "Fan—Sang,—signal—okay."

"Crack." The phone was hung up.

Iidagui, who was eating hot and sour noodles in the office, hammered the table. The wrinkles on his face were comparable to tree bark. He gritted his teeth, "Feng Xian...you are so bold, you dare to hang up my phone."

"Damn it...Damn it, where is my Wen Yuan—"

He stared fixedly at the computer screen, which was an actor training center in Nerima District, and when he clicked on the student list, photos appeared one after another.

This is the administrator authority he obtained after many investigations and requests.

He looked at the pictures one by one, and his name, age, and personal introduction were recorded under the students.

This is a personal introduction written by the agency to facilitate the selection of idols.

Gui Iida's gaze stayed on a registration photo. The girl in the photo was smiling at the camera—the smile looked a little green and immature.

There are many actors with beautiful looks, no, in other words, most of those who want to become actors are confident in their looks.

There are not many actors who are really good-looking.

In the office, Iida Kei thinks that his own family is a good-looking actor. No matter from which angle, no matter what kind of smile, no matter what kind of clothes he is wearing, he is always so different.

He believes that Chizuru Ichinose is also a good-looking type.

"...Name, Chizuru Ichinose."

"Haven't you passed the exam yet?" Iida Gui counted, and it seemed that she was stuck in the fall. This girl named Ichinose Chizuru might just pass the exam and enter the actor training school.

"Forget it, I'll watch it then."

There are a lot of original stones, just waiting for Grand Master Dong to dig them out quietly, he let out a smug laugh from time to time.

The idol passing by outside the door heard this laughter, her hands shook slightly, and she finally didn't splash water on the black silk, she was relieved.

so close.

The signal is not good, and the boy himself believed it for this reason.

I have relatively free time this afternoon, and the air conditioner in the programming department has already been turned on, so I’m not blowing for nothing.

"We must be admitted to the University of Tokyo!"

"Oh!"

Like-minded high school students gathered together. They were wearing the uniform of the same school and stood in a small group in front of the main entrance. The students in the front row sat cross-legged on the ground, the middle row squatted slightly, and the back row stood on tiptoe.

The teacher who led the team raised his camera and took pictures of this scene.

The boy stopped and watched with a smile on his face.

For many people, the University of Tokyo is just a catchphrase. When the boy saw the eyes of those high school seniors, he saw the shadow of Hiroshi Kitahara.

Fighting hard for the dream, with such an experience, even if you fail in the end, you will only feel pity, not regret.