Chapter Seven Kyoko Shiratori Doesn't Dream of Tokyo Love
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"I'm back."
Shiratori Kyoko opened the door and walked in.
The entire 1k house can be seen at a glance. The small kitchen and bathroom are separated only by a wall. A bed occupies two-thirds of the bedroom, and a bookshelf filled with various novels and comics stands at the bedside.
The exhausted girl lay on the bed and rested for a while, then rolled around with the rabbit doll on the bed and laughed "hehe".
"You didn't recognize me..."
Kyoko Shiratori's hometown is in Kagawa Prefecture. By chance, she came across Aoki Kazu's works and fell in love with light novels.
She likes the sentence in his works the most: In Tokyo, everyone is the protagonist of a love story.
In order to pursue the love she longed for without adding burden to her family, she studied hard and worked hard, and finally saved enough for two years of tuition.
So, the girl came to Tokyo alone.
Purple Sakura Academy is a school for the purpose of further education. As long as you have excellent grades or have expertise in a certain area, you can enroll as long as you pass the entrance test, even if you are not transferring to another semester.
Kyoko Shiratori was admitted through the academic ability test.
The handsome young man I met yesterday became the receptionist and sent me home after losing my wallet and getting lost. On the first day of my part-time job, I ran into him again. It felt like I was in love!
Mom, I like Tokyo!
Shiratori Kyoko sat on the bed and giggled for a long time, then suddenly remembered that she hadn't finished reading the novel yet.
But, it's already very late.
I have to take a shower and get up early to go to school tomorrow morning.
Well......
Otherwise, just read two pages?
You can make full use of your time without being late.
Perfect! As expected of me!
then......
Two pages, then two pages, and then two more pages, until she had finished reading the novel, she fell asleep.
The next morning, when the alarm clock was about to go off, Kyoko Shiratori woke up.
The moment he glanced at the alarm clock, his sleepy eyes immediately opened wide.
"Ahh! Oh no, no! You're late! It's the second day after you transfer to another school, how can you be late!"
Without enough time to straighten her messy hair, the girl rushed out of the house with her schoolbag in hand.
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Izumi Toru stood in front of the mirror and frowned.
It seems that he is more handsome...
In this way, wouldn't it be a little further away to win the rich woman's heart with her talent?
Does the rich woman love her face or her talent?
After thinking carefully for a long time, he found that his dream was just to marry a rich woman, so his frown immediately relaxed.
One step closer to your dream!
After washing up, Izumi Toru went to a nearby convenience store, ate a sandwich and milk, and then walked slowly towards the station.
I miss China a little bit.
After all, it’s not far away, so there must be a variety of breakfast options.
Fried dough sticks, steamed buns, soy milk...it seems like I haven't eaten them in a long time.
The sudden nostalgia flows across the paper like clear water, leaving only a faint trace and then disappears.
After all, it's spring and it's not pretty to have a sad face.
Stepping into the tram, he raised his eyebrows when he saw a girl with her back turned to him and her hair disheveled.
Such a coincidence?
Come in and have a listen.
"Ah ah ah, it's all because Mr. Aoki's novel is so good! I'm late because of it, I'm sure I'll be scolded now..."
For a moment, Izumi Toru didn't know whether to be happy or angry.
Although fans have praised the work, why do you feel so helpless?
Also, why do you say you're late? You obviously have plenty of time.
What's going on with this messy hair? I really want to get a comb to tidy it up for her.
I'm not obsessive-compulsive, I just want to make things look more pleasing to the eye.
"If Mr. Aoki hears fans complaining that the work is so well written that he can't help but stay up late to read through it and is late, he will probably cry. He will definitely cry."
Hearing Izumi Toru's voice, Shiratori Kyoko turned around suddenly.
"Eh?! Izumi-san!"
Izumi Tetsu held the pull ring with one hand, put the index finger between his lips with the other hand, and said: "Don't be so loud in the carriage."
"Oh...oh." The girl quickly covered her mouth and nodded.
As the car swayed, she lost her balance for a moment and bumped into Izumi Tetsu.
"Ah! Hug, sorry!"
"It doesn't matter."
After standing firm, Kyoko Shiratori, whose cheeks were slightly hot, lowered her head and bit her lower lip lightly.
What kind of light novel is this?
Raising his head, Izumi Tetsu was staring at the things passing by outside the window in a daze.
Her fair neck, vaguely visible collarbone, and perfect profile made her face warm again.
Being late isn’t all bad…
Wait! He's late too?!
"Um, Izumi-kun..."
Izumi Toru, who forced himself not to look at the girl's messy hair, turned his head when he heard her voice and asked: "Well, what's wrong?"
"We're going to be late soon, why don't you look like you're in a hurry?"
Um?
Izumi Toru blinked and asked with some confusion: "Late? Why?"
"At this time, there is no way to get to school before class begins."
Izumi Toru took out his mobile phone, turned on the screen, let her take a look at the time, then put it back, and continued to stare out the window in a daze.
Because if he looked at her for a while longer, he would be afraid that he would not be able to help her with her hair, and would be misunderstood by her as a pervert, and would eventually be arrested by the police.
There is a possibility of being arrested by the police just for the sake of temporary pleasure. No, to me, the vicious probability of being arrested is equivalent to a 100% chance of being arrested, so I absolutely cannot take action.
Safety first.
Kyoko Shiratori became sluggish after seeing the time on Izumi Toru's phone. She thought that she was late because she often stayed up late reading novels, so the first thing she did after moving was to set the alarm time.
In other words: I won’t be late at all!
"Why, why did you forget to adjust the alarm time on purpose? As expected...it's so stupid!"
Suddenly, I found it interesting.
But in order not to make the depressed girl even more sad, Izumi Toru put the back of his hand to his lips and coughed lightly to cover up his laughter.
"Hey, Izumi-san."
"What's wrong?"
"Can you, can you please not tell others about this, please." Shiratori Kyoko begged with tears in her eyes.
"Do not worry."
The girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"How can you not tell others about such an interesting thing?"
"Huh? Huh?! Huh!!!"
"I lied to you, and I won't tell anyone else."
"oh."
"I actually didn't lie to you."
"Eh?!"
...
The girl's expression changed back and forth between surprise and panic, looking very cute.
Finally, Izumi Toru couldn't bear it anymore.
"I said, Shiratori-san."
"What?"
"Why do you always believe other people's words so easily?"
"No. I only trust Izumi-san so much. Because," Shiratori Kyoko opened her eyes wide and said seriously, "I just think that Izumi-san will not deceive me no matter what."
Seeing Izumi Teru froze in place because of her words, the girl thought: How is it? Are you touched?
While she was feeling proud, she suddenly heard his words mixed with a helpless sigh.
"What Ai-chan said to Kazuya, you just changed your name, right?"
"Eh?"
Izumi Toru glanced at her, "You don't think I don't remember, do you? "True Girl" Volume 3!"
Kyoko Shiratori's eyes immediately lit up.
"Sure enough, you are a big fan of Mr. Aoki! You guessed it right away! Awesome!"
Those eyes that became brighter after finding a like-minded person reminded him of Amakusa Narumi.
When I first met him in a used bookstore, we got into an argument over an old book. They both wanted to prove that they were the ones who needed that book more, but in the end they became good friends because they had too many common topics.
His eyes must have been so bright back then.
Sure enough, this kind of light is very beautiful.
Along with this, the girl's messy hair became more pleasing to his eyes.