Tokyo Sound

5

'

"!7

?.

!6

"

'.6??

3

4.

4"

2'' private chat to find the group leader)

p!,s?:,:No,,compensation,'.Hedgehog 50% off".Purchase on behalf of others!

'.Daily!, Update? From: ""from the "-,.Small;!.Say? "group,!

;(eight'?,five．'seven",...six!six*,three";,four!..four,.'two,)

From EUR', novel!? Group? 85766,? 3!' ４ 4., 2

New content will be updated every day. Welcome to join the Q&A group.

The tram approached the platform and the crowd surged. Yin Ze patted his knees and stood up. Just as he was about to wave goodbye, he saw the girl also stood up and looked at him in surprise.

"get off?"

"get off."

What a coincidence.

"Which direction are you going? Let me take you there." The two of them walked out of the station one after the other, following the crowd.

"No need, it's very close." Uchida Maaya declined.

Even if the woman refuses, it is recommended to walk with her for a while.

After a blind date, the man asked the same question, and the other party politely said no, so he turned around and took a taxi and left. As a result, when he got home, he was questioned online - did you really just run away?

"I still need to go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients," said Maaya Uchida.

"So you really want to cook for your family?" Yin Ze was curious.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" The girl tilted her head in confusion.

"……without."

"It's because of my good-for-nothing younger brother. Whenever he's alone at home, he'll eat instant noodles for three meals." Uchida Maaya complained.

In the end, I accompanied him to the supermarket because there was nothing left in his refrigerator.

Single men's shopping is always efficient and precise. Eggs, potatoes, tomatoes, cabbage and vermicelli, a number of versatile ingredients, are stuffed from the shelves into the basket in less than ten minutes.

The sister, who claimed that she had a so-called stupid brother who didn't know the difference between grains and was lazy, was much more particular when picking things. She was like a senior quality inspector, and even forced him to replace a few large tomatoes of slightly inferior quality.

Two people carrying plastic bags sat outside the door, with hot oden placed between the chairs. The store was playing a hit song from the best-selling charts, which could be heard faintly from here. Uchida Maaya even hummed a line or two in agreement.

"By the way, how are your cooking skills?" Yin Ze asked while biting into the hot fish tofu and looking at the big bag in her hand.

"It's okay. I'm a farm girl after all." Uchida Maaya raised the corners of her mouth.

"Oh my, I really can't imagine a city beauty like you planting rice in the fields or lighting a fire in the earthen stove."

"I used to be very unsophisticated."

"Really? I don't believe it." Yin Ze responded without hesitation.

"real."

Uchida Maaya raised her head slightly, looked at the fiery clouds in the distance, and lowered her voice.

"I followed my father back to Tokyo to attend junior high school. I was a bit tanned in the countryside and didn't understand pop songs or movies because the shows in my hometown were all old Showa-era stuff. From the beginning, I was out of touch with the girls in the city who chased stars and bought magazines."

The girl's legs swung leisurely.

"The school is a big group, and the class is a small group, which is divided into many small groups. I don't even know my deskmate well. During breaks, I can only pretend to review the content of the next class. During lunch break, I eat my lunch box in a place where no one is around."

“Loneliness is a disease that can be forced upon oneself. The original cheerfulness and liveliness will be gradually eaten away by germs until one really loses confidence.”

Uchida Maaya paused.

"Bullying always accompanies it. My desk is graffitied on, and people occasionally make jokes about it. Even if it's not malicious, it's still malicious. But I actually feel happy about being a joke and passively raising my presence in the class. When I realized this, I felt a kind of sadness and fear that sank into the abyss."

Maaya Uchida still had a peaceful smile on her face.

"Maybe my country temperament is still there. I don't plan to sit still and do my best to cater to the group and read the atmosphere. I also buy magazines, watch new movies, listen to popular songs, and memorize jokes from popular comedians."

"There are changes. At least when I entered high school, I was no longer a country girl. I knew how to put on makeup and dress up. I even had a good foundation. With the same makeup, I looked better than many of my classmates."

"That's great." Yin Ze couldn't help but say.

"Indeed, at one point even scouts from an artist agency came to visit me," said Uchida Maaya. "...In fact, at first, being able to take photos and appear on screens satisfied my vanity. After all, not long ago, I was still laughed at for being ugly. What's more, I could earn some money and relieve my father's pressure."

Noticing the boy's silence, the girl deliberately raised her voice.

"I'd like to state in advance that although it's a bit embarrassing, what I participated in was definitely not anything restricted."

"Ah, I understand." Yin Ze scratched his head, "It's something like a photo idol, it's very common."

"Yes, it's not a big deal. It's just that for people in school, swimsuit photos of high school students in the same class are the perfect material for jokes."

Uchida Maaya smiled bitterly.

"Although I was very careful, I was still discovered by a girl in my class, and the whole grade knew about it immediately. Because of this, I quit the drama club, and there were always letters full of nasty words in my shoe drawer. I was also interviewed by the teacher. After all, my grades were not that good. Everything seemed to fall back to the way it was."

I tried to make it sound lighthearted, but the invisible pressure I encountered at that time was much heavier than what I described. Maybe the knife that stabbed me was not sharp, and was even rusty and full of gaps, but there were hundreds of such knives, day after day, and no matter how dull they were, they still hurt.

"What a boring group of people they are." Yin Ze said after a moment of silence.

"Do you know there is someone more boring?" Uchida Maaya suddenly asked.

"Huh? What?" The boy asked in confusion, noticing that something had changed in her words.

The girl smiled. It was not the armor-like smile she wore to cope with the situation, but a real smile, as beautiful as red cherry blossoms in March.

"I went to a coffee shop with a 'friend' from a small group that I had joined with great difficulty. During the girls' tea party that was supposed to take place, boys from other schools joined in because of a 'friend''s' connection. Then I was deliberately mentioned about being a model, and I even showed it off in public with my phone."

"At that time, I really couldn't hold it back, so I used the excuse of going to the bathroom to deal with the tears I was holding back."

"As a result, when I came out, I met a waiter who was obviously a student."

Uchida Maaya looked at him.

"Some of them nervously said 'come on' to me and ran off."

"Isn't there anything more to do?" Yin Ze asked after thinking for a while.

"Yeah, why not do more? I didn't even realize it."

Uchida Maaya just looked at him and repeated the question.

"I was curious and surprised. Anyway, I came here alone later. When I was ordering, I grabbed the guy who looked timid and questioned him. Do you know what he said?"

"what?"

"He even brought up the fact that he was bullied. Really, how could there be such a dumb and stupid person."

The girl couldn't help laughing as she spoke, but then she stopped and her head gradually drooped.

"That is the most shabby and crude way of comforting someone I have ever heard of."

“Indeed, it makes people feel complicated.”

Uchida Maaya remained silent for a long time, pursed her lips, and then spoke softly.

"Thank you, Takizawa-kun."

The boy put down the oden skewer in his hand, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but stopped in his chest because there was a warm current running through his heart.

You may never know who you have hurt or helped unintentionally. After all, we have to face countless encounters and separations every day. Some people may only meet once in their entire lives, and then they will pass by in a hurry and disappear in the crowd.

What he didn't expect was.

The boy who wrote such a sad and angry diary, the boy who suffered alone and thought he was good for nothing, also had moments of courage.

That kindness and enthusiasm flow through the streets and alleys, riding on the wings called fate, and returning through time and dreams.

Yin Ze covered his chest, closed his eyes, and answered for that person.

"Thank you. I'm very happy to hear your appreciation."

The sun sets between the tall buildings, slowly ushering in a somewhat cold night. Thousands of lights are lit up one by one, and even the crows are circling, looking for their nests to return to.

"We have met twice without saying a word. Once was in a coffee shop, and once was in the training center of the Japanese Broadcasting Institute." Uchida Maaya patted her face with her palm, picked up the plastic bag, stood up, and walked out. "But from now on, we don't have to meet each other unexpectedly like this."

"Are you back home?" Yin Ze asked, blowing air into his palm.

"Well, if it's any later, my brother will starve to death." The girl stuck out her tongue and walked away with light steps.

But after only a dozen steps, Uchida Maaya turned around again, this time waving her hands vigorously, casting a long shadow on the sunset street. From a distance, one could still see her smile, like a cherry blossom tree in the rage of spring, tender and warm.

She took a deep breath, using all her strength.

“See you next time—!!”

She shouted so passionately and loudly, overturning all the indifference and tranquility so far. Even the pedestrians strolling on the street looked sideways, and the cats walking under the telephone poles turned back in surprise.

"Yeah!" The boy also waved his arms exaggeratedly.

Having received the ideal response, Maaya Uchida smiled, turned and walked away.

Yin Ze watched her back disappear before picking up another string of fish tofu.

What a good woman.

He stretched himself.

After the sunset, a night turning from blue to black will come.

Through the nebula.

After a short sleep.

See you later.

Chapter 50: People who covet beauty

"Generally speaking, every student who walks into my office is very reserved and serious. If they don't show a heart of steel, they at least sit up straight."

"I guess they have violated school rules and are feeling guilty, or they are eager to stand out and pursue fame and fortune, which makes them restless. When I am not around, I don't have those worldly desires. Naturally, I can be at peace with the world and be happy." Facing the summons from the school bully, Yin Ze behaved appropriately without being humble or arrogant.

This is where the head of the Faculty of Letters at the University of Tokyo works.

director's office.

Inside the spacious room, there are two bookshelves lined up against the wall, filled with thick paper books and documents, including both well-known classics and lesser-known literature. These must be the collection and favorites of the dean, who reads an astonishing amount of books.

Next to the wooden square table, a well-behaved parrot rests on a bird stand. It likes to tilt its head to look at people and repeat greetings like "hello". It has no cage or prison, but it does not flap its wings at will. Occasionally it flies to the branches outside the window, and then returns to the tree out of nostalgia.

On the snow-white walls hang many black-and-white photos with a sense of age, most of which are group photos with literary authorities, commemorative photos of various academic conferences, and so on.

In the center hangs a piece of calligraphy by my school, on which is written in a flamboyant style: "One encounter, one word, one Buddhahood." The heavy brushstrokes and thick ink reflect the old scholar's philosophy and pursuit.

The research materials and annotations spread out on the table were all in multiple languages, revealing the dean's vast knowledge base.

At a glance, I found that among the numerous books, there was actually a Chinese version of "Swordsman".

Yin Ze smiled knowingly, it seemed that the teacher was a man of temperament.

Huh? There's also a collection of Jun'ichi Watanabe's works?