Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

"Click!"

Half past eight in the evening.

With the crisp and pleasant sound of unlocking, the classroom door slowly opened from the outside.

A dazzling white light shone in.

Gui Yanye raised his head when he heard the voice.

A handsome young man in a white shirt stood in the light.

The light shone on his face. Facing the light, the boy's eyes curved slightly and the corners of his lips turned up.

"Mr. Gui, I'm here to take you home."

At this moment, Gui Yanye could clearly feel her heart suddenly tightening, and the emotions in her heart flowed through her blood throughout her body.

*

"This is Mr. Ueda. He opened the door for us."

After Katsura Kotonoha walked out of the classroom, Kitahara Takashi turned around and introduced the uncle in security uniform next to him.

"Thank you."

Katsura Kotonoha nodded and thanked Ueda Jin.

Just now, Katsura Kotonoha was standing in the shadows, and Ueda Jin couldn't see her face clearly.

It was not until this moment that he noticed that beneath Gui Yanye's innocent face, there was a D-cup bust.

Even though it is useless fat, fat on the chest is more attractive to men than fat on the stomach.

Katsura Yanye is slightly afraid of men.

Noticing that Ueda Jin's gaze was fixed on her chest, her body began to tremble slightly unconsciously.

Kitahara Takashi caught a glimpse of this and moved sideways to block Ueda Jin's sight: "Mr. Ueda, I'm really causing you trouble today."

Ueda Ren retracted his gaze and waved his hand: "This is my duty."

"Then we'll go home first. Goodbye, Mr. Ueda."

"That's right, it's getting late, you should go back early."

After saying hello, Kitahara Takashi and Katsura Kotonoha left together.

Walking out of the school building, the night wind was still a little cold.

When the wind blew, Gui Yanye shivered suddenly.

Kitahara Tsutomu glanced at her, then withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened and continued walking forward as if he had seen nothing.

Kitahara Takashi is a sophisticated egoist.

If it were to be Kasumigaoka Utaha, Kitahara Takashi might even pretend to take off his clothes and give them to her, just to put on an act.

After all, the other party is his financial backer.

When it comes to women who can drop gold coins, Kitahara Tsutomu always treats them like ancestors.

Of course, with Kasumigaoka Utaha's personality, she would rather freeze to death than wear clothes other than those of Aki Tomoya.

Katsura Yanye couldn't spit out gold coins, so he was too lazy to even pretend.

As a stranger, he came to save her and thought he had done his best.

It wasn't him who made her leave so late.

Besides, she doesn’t have a boyfriend, so she can just let her boyfriend handle the things she cares about.

Kitahara Takashi is not a warm-hearted man sitting behind a dog.

The two walked in silence all the way through the school.

"That, that!"

As they were about to leave Sakino Academy, Katsura Kotonoha spoke softly.

Beiyuan Zun turned his head to look at him: "What's the matter?"

After biting her tender lips lightly with her pearly teeth, Gui Yanye mustered up the courage to say, "Well, well...thank you today, Watanabe-kun."

She felt the need to thank Watanabe Takashi.

If it weren't for him, Gui Yanye didn't know how long she would be imprisoned.

"Watanabe Tsuyoshi is my stage name, you can just call me Tsuyoshi."

Katsura Kotonoha is not on Kitahara Takashi's list of candidates for 'financial sponsor training'.

He didn't intend to hide it from Katsura Kotonoha.

I have such a recognizable appearance and I'm wearing the Aoba School uniform. I can find out his basic information with just a little inquiry. There's no need to hide it.

"Just call me...?"

When Katsura Kotonoha was still wondering if calling him "Tsun" directly was a bit too intimate, Kitahara Tsun spoke again: "If you really want to thank me, don't tell anyone about this."

"I don't want my friends to know I do this job."

Kitahara Takashi doesn't think there's anything shameful about doing this kind of job.

It's a good way to earn points, no shame.

But if you say that there is no distinction between high and low professions, you are misleading.

If you work in a government department or a nightclub, can others treat you the same?

For Kitahara Tsutomu, he just wanted to earn some points from those girls and earn some gold coins at the same time.

The best way to thank him is for Gui Yanye to not disturb his peaceful high school life.

"He must have some unavoidable reasons, right?"

Katsura Yanye agreed "Okay!" and secretly looked at the boy she had seen on the train.

The young man had regular features, his eyebrows and eyes like the breeze and the bright moon. His silver hair was cut into a slight parting, which further emphasized the three-dimensionality of his face.

The white shirt was spotless, without a single wrinkle. It was the same white shirt, but on him it looked unique.

He was thin, but his back was straight and as tall as a pine tree, and it seemed that nothing could weigh him down.

There was no trace of inferiority on his face that came from doing that kind of work, instead there was only the youthful vigor and sunshine that was unique to a teenager.

Her boyfriend Makoto Ito can be considered handsome, but he is still far inferior to the boy in front of her.

The two of them walked on the street, one in front and the other behind, like a young couple walking on the street after dinner.

As I turned the corner, a camera crew holding cameras suddenly appeared on the road. They were probably filming some interview or reality show.

The female host holding the microphone turned around and saw Kitahara Takashi and Katsura Kotonoha. Her eyes lit up: "Hello, can I have a moment of your time?"

"No, I have to hurry home."

Kitahara Tsutomu continued walking forward without stopping.

Gui Yanye hurried to catch up.

"I'll just ask you a few questions. It won't take you too long." The female host followed closely, as if she wouldn't stop until she had enough.

Kitahara Takashi didn't even want to answer.

"Excuse me, is this person next to you your girlfriend?"

Kitahara Takashi was silent.

Katsura Yanye didn't answer either.

Seeing Kitahara Takashi's silence, the female host took it as his acquiescence and asked again, "Excuse me, when did you start dating?"

Kitahara Takashi stared at her coldly: "I am a student at Qingye Private High School, and I am the top student in my grade. If you dare to spread rumors, go ahead and give it a try."

The biggest difference between private high schools and public high schools is not only reflected in the strength of the faculty, but also in the connections and background.

At the beginning, a student had his salary for a part-time job deducted. The student reported the matter to the student union. After the student union contacted the school, Principal Aoba took his legal team and took the small company to court.

As an excellent student recruited by Aoba, Kitahara Tsuyoshi doesn't believe that the school will allow rumors to spread about him.

When the female host heard this, a nervous expression appeared on her face.

"Sorry, bro. We were just joking."

At this time, a man who looked like a director came over hurriedly.

"A joke should be acceptable to both parties. Do you think this joke is funny?" Kitahara Tsuyoshi looked at him straight and asked back.

"Didn't I apologize? Besides, we didn't spread the video. What else do you want?"

The director's tone was very impatient, probably because he didn't expect that the little brat Kitahara Tsuyoshi would not give him, an adult, any face at all.

Beiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his look gradually became unfriendly.

He originally had no special abilities, but he was not someone who relied on his special abilities to make a living.

He makes his living off women! (Very loud)

Don't underestimate the power of the rich women behind him.

Kitahara Takashi made up his mind that when he returned, he would play the victim to Hiratsuka Shizuka.

If it really doesn't work, he will sacrifice his looks and go find Kamikawa Narii.

"Kitahara?"

Kitahara Tsutomu turned his head and happened to see Yozakura Tong.

Beiyuan Zun looked at Ye Yingtong, then at her extended version of Rolls-Royce. He ran over to Ye Yingtong and said, "Landlord, your tenant is being bullied. Do you want to do something about it?"

27. Don't force me to kneel down (vote request)

Sitting in the back seat of the extended Rolls-Royce, Yozakura Hitomi looked in the direction of Katsura Kotonoha.

I don’t know if it was a psychological effect or an illusion, but when Yozakura Hitomi’s gaze swept over her, her eyes suddenly became sharp.

Ye Yingtong's gaze lingered on Gui Yanye's bulge for a few seconds. She clenched her right fist, supporting her beautiful face, and asked with a smile, "What does your business have to do with me? Why should I care?"

Kitahara Tsutomu didn't expect that Ye Yingtong would not give him any face at all, even though so many people were watching.

Kitahara Takashi was a little embarrassed, and he threatened fiercely: "Don't force me to kneel down and beg you."

"Okay." Ye Yingtong heard the words and bent her narrow eyes into a crescent: "Come on, show it."

Kitahara Tsutomu was stunned.

No way, do you really want him to kneel down in front of so many people?

Doesn't he want to lose face?

Beiyuan Zun was aggrieved and asked in a low voice, "Can't we do it in private?"

Ye Yingtong looked at Kitahara Tsutomu's aggrieved face, and her smile became even brighter.

But if you look closely, the smile on Ye Ying Tong's face does not reach her eyes.

"That's a shame, if you get down on your knees right now I'll let you lick my feet."

"what?"

Kitahara Tsutomu regretted what he said subconsciously.

It’s not that he regrets not being able to lick feet. Let me make it clear in advance that he is definitely not a pervert who likes girls’ feet.

He just regretted why he said "What!".

Doesn't this prove that he is a pervert who likes legs?

In order to prove that he is really not obsessed with legs, he even gave a good review to Three Kingdoms Kill!

"What? Regret it?"

Ye Yingtong held up her pair of slender legs wrapped in stockings, and began to move up and down, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Kitahara Tsutomu glanced at him uncontrollably and then quickly looked away.

"It's impossible to regret it. I won't regret it in this life."