I play love guru in Tokyo

Chapter 9 I Have Someone I Like
After class in the second quarter, I received a text message from the restaurant manager to urge me. Today's schedule has changed temporarily, and I rushed to the restaurant before 4:20.

Kashiwahara checked the time, it was 3:31.

【Manager, I don’t seem to be on duty today】

[I am not discussing with you, I am informing you]

Kashiwahara sighed, so he had to cancel the arrangement for tonight. After class, he took the tram to a Japanese restaurant in Sumida District next to Adachi District.

It's six o'clock.

"Kaiyuan, do you have nothing to do while waiting for the food! The table! The bar, the corner, which one can't be cleaned!" The thin, hook-nosed manager scolded dissatisfiedly.

"The dishes will be ready soon." Bai Yuan retorted with a frown.

"Are you talking back to me? Do you want to do it? If you don't want to do it, someone will do it!"

Today's manager is particularly angry, his wrinkled old face never relaxes, full of anger.

After inquiring, it seems that this guy lost a lot betting on horses.

"Baiyuan!! I told you, why didn't you sweep it clean here, and you are not allowed to leave a grain of rice, and if I catch you again, you will be deducted [-] yen..."

The middle-aged manager grabbed a blemish and exaggeratedly cursed, but was shocked to find that Kashiwahara took off the waiter's vest and hat slowly.

Snapped!
The dishcloth stained with the leftovers of the guests was unceremoniously thrown on the manager's face, and the hook-nosed manager seemed to be able to smell the sour fragrance into his nostrils.

The atmosphere in this restaurant was stagnant for a moment, and the colleagues were all dumbfounded.

"Kyoaki Kashiwahara! Do you want to die!!"

There was a thunderous roar, and at the moment when the manager waved his palm, Bai Yuan didn't dodge or dodge, and said slowly:
"I don't want 1.5, but 150 million."

Miser's slap stopped, his expression was cloudy and uncertain, his trembling palm wanted to slap Bai Yuan to death, but he dared not.

"You were fired by me." Bai Yuan smiled and clapped his hands, he must be stupid, he is rich and not angry.

Under the amazed and praised eyes of his colleagues, the young man walked away with his schoolbag in his hand, feeling a little envious.

Kashiwahara, who had wanted to resign for a long time, didn't feel sorry for the 1.5 yen, but felt refreshed.

Taking advantage of the dark night, Kashiwahara hid himself in the shadow of the building, nimbly sneaked into the neighbor's back door, happened to meet the neighbor's uncle, said hello, and nimbly kicked the wall to climb over.

The debt owed by Bai Yuan's father is troublesome after all.

However, Kashiwahara has already been studying in Tokyo for two years, and if he transfers to another school, the procedures are troublesome and cost a lot of money.

How about finding a place to move out later?
Kashiwahara lamented that life in Tokyo is not cheap. If you move out, you will definitely not be able to live in a place like Adachi Ward where the rent is low - it is easy to meet people from the Hanada group.

Even the rent in Adachi District is 8, not to mention other areas.

Renting a house in Tokyo requires deposit, miscellaneous fees, key money, rent, management fees, etc. If you want to rent a suitable single-person apartment, you will have to pay 3-4 months’ rent when you sign the contract. Bai Yuan was still struggling.

Regardless of these, Bai Yuan returned to the dojo and lit a dim candle. After Bai Yuan finished his homework, he practiced swordsmanship for a while.

The flower shelf has no progress.

After all, practicing swordsmanship is a long-term thing, Bai Yuan shook his head helplessly, it seems that he really needs to move out of this place.

Otherwise, the Huatian group, who is gradually losing patience, will catch themselves sooner or later, and the skin will be peeled off.

It seems that because there have been some well-known swordsmen in the Shennian Yujianliu in the past, they did not splash paint, throw snakes, insects, mice, ants and other rogue behaviors, but it is still dangerous.

Hey~
He raised his phone, smiled and checked the routine greetings from Little Green Tea for the past two days.

It's that kind of sweet tea-scented greeting, and it's very comfortable when chatting with her.

Lang has "love" and concubine intentions, and the relationship between the two quickly heats up, Bai Yuan enjoys it, anyway, Little Green Tea has no good intentions.

Izumi Linghua may have made money in blood, but he, Kashiwahara, will never suffer!

The two people with evil intentions played ambiguously on the line like this, Kashiwahara also expressed a little excitement and hesitation appropriately, but in the end he remembered the existence of the "girlfriend" organ, and deliberately turned a blind eye to Izumi Ryoka's hints.

"This ugly 7-shaped emotion."

Bai Yuan sighed with emotion, two teenagers and girls who were sixteen or seventeen were having so much fun, how could they grow up?Rebuke!Absolutely denounce!

One night, Izumi Linghua's message:
【Kashiwahara, I seem to like a boy recently...】

【…】

Bai Yuan thought about it, but just sent out an ellipsis, and let Hequan make up his own brain, and he could make up whatever explanation she liked.

【who is he……】

Then he quickly sent a message to express his slight loss and unwillingness in his heart, which perfectly expressed the man's possessive desire.

[Forget it, hey...]

After a while, Izumi Ryoka, who consciously suffocated Kashiwahara's appetite, sent a voice, with sweet coquettishness:
[Bai Yuan~ Tomorrow, can you choose a gift with me, I want to convey my heart to him]

Deliberately delaying for 10 minutes, Bai Yuan slowly replied with a good word.

As for what he was doing in the past 10 minutes, I left Izumi Ryoka to guess slowly.

Routine ellipsis.

In a blink of an eye, it came to Saturday, and Yuefeng Private High School had four classes for half a day today.

Japanese schools are generally divided into national, public, and private.

If conditions permit, choose national and public schools for junior high school and private schools for high school.

Generally, national high schools have a relaxed atmosphere and advocate decompression, while private high schools aim at further education, with strong teachers, and of course, the tuition fee is basically more than one million yen per year.

Therefore, public high schools generally do not have classes on Saturdays and Sundays, while private high schools have half a day on Saturdays.

In Japan, this is already very tiring.

After the third class, Izumi Linghua playfully sent a line saying that she would wait for her at the door of the class later, but Kashiwahara refused decisively!

What a joke, now that I am a vacillating scumbag who has a girlfriend who is still flirting with a green tea girl, how could he walk with green tea without thinking - at the risk of being found cheating by his 'girlfriend'.

So pretending to be nervous, they agreed to meet on the platform of the tram station.

The two people on the tram looked at each other, moved away, waited, and finally got off at Ikebukuro Station, Toshima District.

This is one of the three sub-centers, sitting on the familiar Ikebukuro.Many small commodity markets are places that young people like to visit, and they are also places where Chinese people gather. More and more people who go to Japan to work, study and live like places that they like.

Of course, Izumi Ryoka couldn't choose such expensive places as Ginza, Shinjuku, and Shibuya. The wallets of the two young people were dry and feeble.

"Tell me, what do boys like? What should I choose for him~ He has long hair~"

Little Green Tea seemed to regard Bai Yuan as her confidante, biting her lips in distress and asking.

long hair...

Bai Yuan touched the black short hair on his forehead in doubt, huh?

Don't play cards according to the routine, girl.

You bought a gift, didn't you give it to me?

So that I was so moved that I finally succeeded in splitting and prying off the corner of the organ wall!

In the end, you empathized?

(End of this chapter)