Crossover: Pen name: Dazai Osamu, Omega Kasumigaoka

"Thank you, Mr. Bei. I will remember your words."

Chapter 478 You can consider my brother

Kitahara Shinya stood up and smiled as he saw Liu Ruyu off from the office.

Today's sudden confession was a bit awkward, but not bad. It proves I still have some charm, Kitahara thought to himself.

As Kitahara Makoto watched Liu Ruyu leave the office and turned to return to his desk, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly called out to Liu Ruyu's retreating figure:

"Miss Liu!"

Liu Ruyu stopped when she heard Beiyuan Zhen's call, turned around slightly, and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Kitahara Shin cleared his throat and said:

"If you're really bothered by your family pressuring you to get married, you can go to my good brother Liu Xing at 647. He's very helpful and might be able to give you some advice or assistance."

Upon hearing this, Liu Ruyu's eyes flashed with surprise, but she quickly regained her composure.

She smiled and nodded to Kitahara Makoto, then said softly:

"Thank you for the suggestion, Mr. Bei. I will consider it."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the elevator, gracefully pressing the button to go downstairs.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and Liu Ruyu's figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

Kitahara Makoto stood there, watching the numbers on the elevator display screen slowly decrease, and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

He knew that although he had rejected Liu Ruyu's confession, he couldn't let her fall into a predicament like this.

Therefore, he decided to call Liu Xing and tell him what had just happened.

Kitahara Makoto returned to his desk, picked up his phone, and dialed Liu Xing's number.

Liu Xing's voice came through the phone very quickly:

"Hey, Kitahara, what's wrong?"

Kitahara Makoto smiled and said:

You would never guess what just happened.

Liu Xing rolled his eyes on the other end of the phone and teased:

"What happened? Did your company go bankrupt?"

Kitahara Shin shook his head helplessly and said:

"Shut up, what you're saying is very unlucky. Liu Ruyu just came to my company looking for me."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xing immediately became interested and pressed for an answer:

"Oh? And then? What did she want with you?"

Kitahara Shin took a deep breath and told Liu Xing everything that had just happened.

Liu Xing was stunned on the other end of the phone and couldn't help but exclaim:

"What! Liu Ruyu actually confessed to you? And you actually rejected her? Beiyuan, you deserve to die, what a waste!"

Kitahara Shin was a little embarrassed by Liu Xing's words. He scratched his head and explained:

"Stop calling her, I have no choice. I don't have feelings for her, I can't force myself. Besides, I think she's more suitable for you."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xing immediately became excited and said:

"Is it really true? Kitahara, if this succeeds, you will be my godfather!"

Kitahara Shin was amused by Liu Xing's words, and he said with a smile:

"No, I don't want a son like you. But then again, I do think you two are a good match. You could try getting to know her and see how it goes."

Liu Xing nodded repeatedly and said:

"Alright, alright, I'll definitely seize this opportunity. Kitahara, Kitahara, you've really helped me a lot this time!"

Kitahara Shin smiled and shook his head, saying:

"Don't say that. I'm only helping you because we're brothers. But then again, you'd better make the most of this opportunity."

The two chatted on the phone for a while longer before hanging up.

Kitahara Shin put down his phone, feeling a sense of relief. He knew that although he hadn't ended up with Liu Ruyu, he had facilitated a potential marriage.

This made him very gratified.

Chapter 479 The coffee shop needs more tickets

After hanging up the phone with Liu Xing, Kitahara Makoto put down his phone, his gaze unconsciously falling on the tea table where he had just shared a drink with Liu Ruyu.

He sighed softly, as if trying to expel all the distracting thoughts in his mind with that breath.

He stood up and began to methodically tidy up the tea set on the tea table, each movement showing such focus and seriousness.

After arranging the tea set neatly, Kitahara Makoto glanced at the sky outside the window.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled into every corner of the city, draping this bustling metropolis in a golden cloak.

Realizing it was getting late, he grabbed his coat from the hanger and prepared to leave the office.

He walked out of the office, the soft light from the corridor illuminating his face and highlighting his resolute and deep eyes.

He walked steadily toward the elevator, and as the elevator doors slowly closed, he seemed to leave the turmoil in the office behind.

As the elevator descended, Kitahara Makoto's thoughts began to drift away.

He recalled every detail of how he met Haruko, her innocent smile, and her gentle and considerate personality.

A warm feeling welled up inside him, but he also felt a pang of loneliness. He understood that although he lived in a bustling city, there were very few people who truly understood him.

Upon arriving at the parking lot, Kitahara Makoto found his car, skillfully opened the door, and got into the driver's seat.

He fastened his seatbelt and started the car. With the roar of the engine, he drove out of the parking lot and merged into the busy city traffic.

Along the way, Kitahara Makoto drove while thinking about how to get two more tickets to Robben's concert from Zhaoyang.

He knew that Zhao Yang was a loyal Robben fan and must have a lot of tickets.

But he also knew that Zhaoyang was a person of strong principles and would not easily give away the tickets.

Therefore, he had to come up with a reasonable reason to persuade Zhaoyang.

After some thought, Kitahara Makoto decided to use Haruko as an excuse.

He planned to tell Zhaoyang that Qingzi was a very important friend of his, and that she had always wanted to go to Robben's concert but had not been able to get tickets.

He hoped that Zhaoyang could help him get two more tickets to fulfill Qingzi's dream.

He also planned to promise that if Zhaoyang could help him get the tickets, he would express his gratitude in some way.

Kitahara Shin drove to Mochou Cafe while thinking of a solution.

·····Requesting flowers··········

After parking his car, he went into the coffee shop to look for Zhaoyang.

The café was filled with the rich aroma of coffee and soft music, creating a very comfortable and relaxing atmosphere. He looked around and quickly spotted Zhaoyang sitting in the corner.

Kitahara Shin walked up to Zhaoyang and greeted him with a smile:

.................

"Zhaoyang, it's been a long time!"

Zhao Yang looked up and saw Kitahara Shinya, a surprised smile appearing on her face.

"Oh, Kitahara, what brings you here? Please sit down, please sit down!"

Kitahara Makoto sat down and directly stated his purpose:

"Zhaoyang, I've come here to ask you for a favor."

Zhao Yang asked curiously:

"Tell me what it is. I'll do my best to help if it's within my power!"

Kitahara Shin took a deep breath and then slowly spoke:

"Here's the thing, I have a friend who really loves Robben, but she couldn't get tickets to his Nanjing concert..."

Upon hearing that it was about Robben's concert tickets, Zhao Yang immediately looked troubled:

"Oh, that's easy! Robben's my brother, he can get as many votes as you want."

Chapter 480 Zhaoyang, I never expected you to be such a devoted lover.

Seeing this, Kitahara Makoto quickly added, "That's great!"

The conversation between Kitahara Shin and Akio was relaxed yet profound.

The two sat in a simply decorated café, sunlight streaming through the window and falling on the table, adding warmth to their conversation.

Kitahara Makoto gently stirred the coffee in front of him, a playful smile on his lips. He looked up at Zhaoyang across from him, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Seven, Zhaoyang, why did you learn guitar?"

Kitahara asked, his voice deep and magnetic.

Zhao Yang put down his guitar, a look of reminiscence on his face. He smiled and replied:

"That's all in the past."

Kitahara Makoto seemed intrigued by the answer. He put down his coffee cup, leaned forward slightly, and said earnestly:

"Tell me about it. I've been taking a break lately and I like to listen to gossip."

Seeing Beiyuan's curious expression, Zhaoyang couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head and said:

"Actually, it's nothing. I started out in music."

He paused and continued:

"It was a gift from my ex-girlfriend."

A warm glint flashed in Zhao Yang's eyes as he continued:

"This guitar is very meaningful to me. It not only helped me realize my musical dreams, but also accompanied me through many unforgettable times."

Kitahara listened quietly, nodding occasionally to show his understanding. He looked at the guitar in Zhaoyang's hands, as if he could feel the deep emotion behind it.

"What then?"

Kitahara asked.

Zhao Yang took a deep breath and said:

"The only reason I still play guitar is because it was a gift from my ex-girlfriend."

His voice was somewhat deep, but his eyes were full of tenderness. Kitahara Shin was taken aback by this answer; he stared wide-eyed at Zhao Yang.

"I didn't realize you were such a romantic."

Kitahara Makoto joked.

Zhao Yang smiled and didn't refute. He gently stroked the guitar, as if he could feel his ex-girlfriend's tenderness through it.

"And what about your current girlfriend?"

Kitahara asked curiously.

Zhao Yang shook his head and said:

"She runs a supermarket business in the United States."

Kitahara Makoto's eyes widened in surprise as he exclaimed:

"Damn, your girlfriend's a rich woman!"

Zhao Yang was amused by Kitahara's reaction. He waved his hand and said:

"It's alright... but I'm not a kept man, I have my own business in China."

His words revealed a sense of pride and confidence. Kitahara Shin looked at him and couldn't help but admire this former musical prodigy.

The two continued chatting, and a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere filled the coffee shop.

Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the two of them in warmth and color, adding to their friendship.