Tokyo Sound

"Excuse me, can I share the table with this guest?" the maid at the reception asked softly.

Mediterranean, who was holding a strawberry-colored teacup, turned back slowly after hearing this.

The two looked straight at each other.

Yin Ze almost choked on his saliva.

"Dean of Studies——?!"

Chapter 121: Sacred Ritual

Although it was depressing and sad that he was forced into a parallel world without even having the time to say goodbye to his relatives and friends, the man still felt that he was lucky. At least he was born into a society ruled by law and he never had to sit by a fire under an overpass. No matter how bad the food was, he could always eat meat, and all the people he met were kind and good.

He was deeply impressed by the head teacher who shook the coffee table with a palm, the cold-blooded principal with unfulfilled ambitions, the dean of studies with a bright forehead, and even the doctor in the card master's health room. No matter how they acted, at least they really worried and considered him as educators. It was also because of their encouragement and support that college students could squeeze into Chimen, meet literary masters, and listen to the talk show of Nobel Prize winners in their spare time.

After graduating from high school, I had less contact with my teachers. Although Principal Gu Quan believed that the friendship between gentlemen is as pure as water, he still missed them all the time. Now that his life is stable, he would go back sometime to treat them to a meal and have a drink together.

You know, how many sincere people are separated by time. Best friends who used to skip classes together, after going their separate ways, the changes in environment and identity will make each other more and more unfamiliar, and it will become more and more difficult to rashly say a simple "How are you?"

In fact, feelings also need to be nurtured.

Yin Ze briefly imagined what it would be like when everyone got together, and what they would talk about. Maybe the head teacher would become the head teacher, maybe the principal who had been hiding his body odor was married, maybe the dean of studies had finally lost all his hair. When such noble people like them met at the dinner table, they would definitely talk about a lot, including poetry, distant places, the passionate restart of the forty-year-old, and the excitement of a brand new sunrise.

At least until this second, he believed so.

"Director, long time no see..." Yin Ze said hesitantly, "How are you?"

In fact, there is no need to ask this. Just by looking at him, you can tell that he must be in a very comfortable mood.

The little old man was sitting cross-legged, stroking Shakespeare's works with his fingertips. The wind blowing in from the window shook his sparse hair. He lowered his head and wandered in the spiritual ocean of the century's literary masters, and when he raised his head he could look directly at the worldly world, truly reaching the realm of both elegance and vulgarity.

"Okay, all is fine." The Dean of Studies replied warmly. After seeing him, he was surprised and couldn't stop laughing. "This kind of meeting that was brought about by fate without any announcement to each other is the purest fate. Come, take a seat."

Yin Ze hesitated for a moment, but still pulled out a stool and sat down.

"Hey, why are you wearing the clothes of students from this school?" The Dean of Studies looked at you briefly and said jokingly, "Are you trying to blend in? Make friends with the girls?"

"We are both the same... Director, at your age, coming to a place like this, wouldn't you feel uncomfortable?" Yin Ze was sharp-eyed and noticed the commemorative shirt under the old man's suit jacket.

"Don't get me wrong, I just know someone here, so I came to see how they are doing." The dean explained calmly.

"Why are you still hiding it? It's not something to be ashamed of. What's wrong with visiting a maid cafe? Who can blame you? We are guests, not spies. It's aboveboard." Yin Ze naturally raised his phone and switched to the camera. "Smile. It's a rare encounter. I'll take a photo as a commemoration and send it to the principal so that he can have fun too."

"...I really am here to show my support." The dean was speechless.

"It's not that I don't believe you, I just want to broaden the horizons of the school leaders." Yin Ze took two photos and began to place orders. He wrote down what he wanted on a note, called the maid, and handed out the order sheet.

Soon, the signature classic themed omelet rice was served. The egg skin was bright in color and the portion was sufficient, full of value and honesty that you can't buy in normal restaurants. The ketchup drew a simple smiley face on the soft egg skin.

"So fast?" Yin Ze was surprised at the efficiency and quickly reached out to take it.

"This is mine." The dean said quietly.

"Oh, he's a student and I'm overstepping my authority." Yin Ze pushed the bowl over.

The dean closed the Shakespeare reader. From the cover it seemed to be in English.

The old man straightened his collar, and like a magician, he threw out a clean handkerchief from his chest and tied it around his chest with a sense of ceremony. He first sipped the milk tea, then held the knife in one hand and the fork in the other. His table manners were very good, and he had the demeanor of an old British gentleman, very upper class.

"You can't eat now~" the maid who was waiting on the side with her hands folded in front of her spoke at the right time.

"Why?" the dean wondered.

"Because the magic hasn't been cast yet~" The maid clenched her fists and waved them cutely.

The smile on the skilled educator's face gradually faded, while that of a college student watching gradually widened.

"It's okay not to do it, right? From a scientific point of view, it's just a few lines. It's impossible for a miracle to happen, and it can't make this omelette rice emit a dazzling white light." The dean coughed lightly.

"That's wrong. The reason why Omurice has been popular in maid cafes for a long time is not because of its taste, but because of the humanistic spirit and rich history deposited on the plate. This is a dream magic that requires the efforts of the maids and guests to realize and activate its value." Yin Ze rested his hands on his chin and said in a deep tone, "Omurice is still an incomplete body. Only with your true heart can it be truly born. Director, can't you hear its immature cry of expectation to come into this world?"

"Don't give me that. I am the backbone of the school. I supervise the principal and the students. I am in charge of enrollment and discipline. I have worked diligently for 30 years and have many students. When I was young, I was known as the 'Devil Willow' for my strict and rigorous teaching style." The dean sneered, "Although I have cultivated myself and become kind and gentle now, it does not mean that I will flatter you. Moreover, we are in this sacred classroom. I advise you to be careful with your words and actions!"

"The reason why the campus festival makes people feel youthful is because it is centered on students. It is only because of the trust and letting go of the teaching group that every student's youth will not leave regrets and will be remembered for a lifetime. Director Wan has been a social gardener for so many years, but he is still so official and pretentious. He has not put down his airs at all and does not want to get along with students at all. Do you know how much preparation the students in this class have made for today? How much time did you spend? How long did you study in a regular Akihabara maid shop?" Yin Ze said sadly.

"Do you know?" the dean asked in confusion.

"I don't know!" the man said firmly.

"?"

"You don't need to know." Yin Ze said affectionately, "Just their thoughtful service, perfect smiles, and unremitting spirit are enough to make you feel the weight of their sweat. As a teacher and a guest, you should cooperate and help them serve a perfect omelette rice. After all, they may not be maids in the future. This may be the only chance in their lives. As the saying goes, life depends on it!"

"..."

The old man looked up tentatively, and then he saw the maid waiting for him with an absolutely standard business-style sweet smile. The dean's face immediately turned green and red, and he was torn between his conscience and his mind, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Finally, a long sigh.

He pulled off the handkerchief in front of his collar and lowered his head in resignation. "Since this is for the sake of the students' youth, there is no room for retreat."

"Good, you are indeed a role model among teachers." Yin Ze clapped his hands lightly.

"Then please follow me, guest~"

The maid with twin ponytails had been waiting for a long time. She began to jump slightly on the spot, turned around clumsily, and then made a heart gesture with her fair hands in front of her chest. She tilted her head and winked. The cuteness in the air increased sharply.

"Let's make it delicious. Let's make it delicious. Cute, cute, cute, cute! Hey! (<ゝω·)☆~!

After appreciating the whole work, the dean of studies realized that he had underestimated its difficulty and began to consider giving up.

"Director, come on." Yin Ze clenched his fist.

"Master, come on!" The maid maintained her posture.

The dean was silent for a few seconds, then raised his hands reluctantly and tremblingly.

“It’s delicious…”

"Speak more cheerfully, and keep your voice as youthful as possible, and think back to your prime years." Yin Zeqing played the role of sound supervisor and guided the acting.

"It's becoming delicious, okay? Don't get close, don't get close..." The dean spoke without any emotion, word by word.

"So cute, so cute." The maid blinked and corrected in good faith.

"So cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute..." The head teacher was stuck at this step.

"Come on, you'll succeed soon!"

A long stillness.

The old man gritted his teeth.

“——Hey.”

The former Tokyo human civilization ambassador, the former history teacher revered by countless students, whose level of understanding of human civilization was second only to that of the owner of the Corridor of Life, made a twisted heart gesture in front of his chest, tilted his head like a puppet, blinked his right eye twice as if twitching, sacrificed his soul and dignity, and completed this pink sacred ritual.

"Thank you for your cooperation!" The maid's professionalism was far beyond the man's imagination. Even in such a scene, she still did not collapse, but the traces of holding back laughter became increasingly obvious. After she left, bursts of undisguised beautiful laughter could be heard directly from afar.

"You passed it in one try. You're worthy of it." Yin Ze clasped his fists in admiration.

The dean did not respond for the time being. He just kept that strange posture for a few seconds before slowly returning to his original position. However, the light in his wise eyes had more or less faded.

"Director, the omelette rice is ready, enjoy it while it's hot." Yin Ze reminded.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man immediately felt the freezing cold wind from Siberia. It is worth mentioning that this bone-chilling cold did not come from the director whom he had just successfully persecuted.

But behind it is the defenseless and full of loopholes.

There is murderous intent?! And so close! When exactly did it happen? Yin Ze was secretly shocked.

The dean was silent for just a few seconds, then suddenly came alive, but it was not out of revenge, but the fear of facing disaster and everything being over.

"Grandfather, what were you doing just now?" A cold voice came from behind.

Yin Ze turned around immediately, and then was forced to lean back due to the powerful aura.

A maid with beautiful black hair stood there gracefully.

She was dressed very elegantly, in pure Victorian style. Her black skirt covered her calves and almost dragged on the ground, like a quietly standing black and cold rose.

There was no sweetness in her manner at all, but on the contrary, it was cold and serious, as if she were really the head maid in an aristocratic mansion, serving a noble prince, treating newcomers very strictly and never smiling.

This, isn’t this the study committee member who went to Xiangyue’s house for the study session?

The man's memory gave the answer to the identity in seconds.

"Grandfather, what were you doing just now?" the black maid just repeated indifferently.

"No, uh, this, I'm just helping the kids with the school festival." The dean stumbled to his feet, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and hurriedly packed up his books. "Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered that the TV at home was not turned off. If this continues, NHK will break in and charge us. Takizawa, let's talk next time when we have time. I'm leaving now."

"You haven't finished the food you ordered? Do you want to waste food?" the black maid said indifferently.

The dean seemed to be pardoned by the words. He sat back silently, raised his knife and fork, and ate elegantly.

The black maid shifted her gaze.

"Director, I remembered that I haven't collected the clothes at home yet. Looking at the weather, it looks like it's going to rain heavily. Let's talk again when we have time." Yin Ze covered his face, his voice coming out through his fingers, wanting to leave at the speed of light.

"Kazuki's 'brother', your meal is also ready and is on its way," the black maid said calmly.

"Can I cancel the order?" Yin Ze asked, still covering his face.

"You are the bearer of human principles and you are still wearing this commemorative uniform. You actually go back on your word and don't know how to keep your word. You don't want to get along with the students at all. Do you know how many pots of rice the chef in the home economics classroom has fried for you?" The dean of studies raised his head and chased after her. After feeling the girl's gaze, he immediately lowered his head to eat.

"I haven't met the director for a long time. Sit for a while. Sit for a while." Yin Ze's butt also returned to its original position.

Soon, the second serving of omelette rice was served.

Yin Ze raised his head and looked at the maid who delivered the food, and almost choked on his saliva again.

"Uchida?!"

The maid holding the plate was also stunned for a moment. It took her a few seconds to react. Then she remembered her current outfit and her cheeks suddenly felt hot. She walked over awkwardly, "Sir, your meal is here."

"...Thank you." Yin Ze remained calm despite being shocked. He took the plate and was about to walk out the door.

"Where are you going?" asked the dean.

"The feng shui here is bad. I'll squat at the door and eat." The man nodded.

"That doesn't matter, but the omelette rice is not yet finished." The dean said sinisterly, "Don't you want to perform that sacred ceremony? Do you want to ignore the life of others?"

"..."

Chapter 122: Ten Thousand Waves of Gaming

Maid uniforms originated from the clothing worn by domestic servants of European aristocrats in the 19th century. Especially when attending certain events or gatherings, in order to demonstrate their aristocratic spirit, servants had to wear uniforms with the family emblem, which made the host family appear more prestigious.

In recent years, this costume has become well-known thanks to the popularity of Japanese games and anime. In this sense, maid costumes should no longer be classified as costumes, but rather as anime peripherals...

The study committee member was wearing traditional clothes, which were obviously orthodox in medieval Europe, but they were also unorthodox in the theme cafe. She wore a white collar, a black dress, a ruffled apron, and the only decorations were a headscarf and a ribbon bow on her chest. The style was extremely simple and plain, with only her hands exposed. One could not help but sigh that the nobles of the time really did not understand romance.

The maid standing next to her is of the classic Akihabara style, with orange and red colors, and a small amount of blue and purple accents. The visual appeal is raised countless times. The length of the skirt is shortened, and the exposed legs are covered with 60D white combed cotton stockings, round-toed leather shoes, and a pair of cat ears as headdresses. In order to complement her personality and attributes, she also wears non-prescription plain glasses, adding a large dose of naturalness and simplicity to the store.

It was very exciting, but it was a pity that the subject was an acquaintance, so it was a bit weird to watch directly...

"Then please come with me~"

Uchida Maaya obviously felt the same way, so her smile was a little unbalanced. Her equipment was more complete, and she also had an angel wings magic wand, which was gliding in the air.

"Sweeter than butter, sweeter than honey, let the seeds of hope take root in the promised land! Bear goose yellow fruits, spread white wings, and fly over the broken earth! Breathe~ Fox Fox~ Powerful and invincible, super delicious! Boom boom boom (<ゝω·)☆~!

Uchida Maaya kept her hands crossed in front of her eyes, waiting for someone's next move.

"Wait, why is this spell longer than the dean's?" Yin Ze protested.

"That's right, why is he treated better than me?!" The little old man who was originally eating quietly also protested.

"?"

"Grandfather, if you have any questions about the service, you can interact with me again here immediately." The black maid said lightly.

"Oh, that's not what I meant. I meant that the maid has put in more effort than most of her colleagues, so this customer should also respond with great enthusiasm instead of being picky and procrastinating." Shan Liushengxin slowly elaborated, "Don't you see that others are still waiting for you?"

"I have no other intention. I just feel that this spell is superficial and too industrial. It only focuses on piling up words and lacks passion. It is not worthy of the quality of a maid." Yin Ze shook his head.

"You're just being cowardly and talking about other things." Shan Liushengxin snorted, "But I also think that even though it's longer and cuter than the classic, it's still full of commercial flavor. Great minds think alike."

"Who is responsible for the copywriting?" Yin Ze asked.

"It's me." The black maid had a blank expression.

"You rude fellow, it's fine if you don't actively cooperate, but you're still finding fault with this! The fundamental principle of being a human is to respect the heaven, earth, the emperor, parents and teachers. You actually ignore the fruits of others' labor and criticize them without knowing the tact. How could I have such a useless student like you?!" The Dean's voice was as cold as cast iron. "Since you think so highly of yourself, then create your own spell on the spot. I have to make a point first, if it doesn't work, don't blame me for getting mad."