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“Just kidding, everyone in my family except me is musically illiterate,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
"Idiot, stop deducting points randomly."
Unable to stand it any longer, Shinomiya Haruka slapped his shoulder impatiently, stood up, and said...
"But you should also send something to your family."
Kitahara Hakuba, seeing her deep in thought, said nonchalantly, "It's alright, they don't want anything."
"You still need to show your sincerity."
Shinomiya Haruka rested her chin on her hand, pretending to be deep in thought, and said, "Oh, right, my friend owns a private hospital in Tokyo. How about I arrange for my parents to have a comprehensive medical check-up? I'll cover the cost."
Wow, sister, you have such a wide network of connections?
And why are they calling each other "Mom" and "Dad" now?
Shinomiya Haruka leaned on the table with both arms, looking at him and smiling:
"That's settled then. Arrange a comprehensive medical check-up, and then send some health supplements."
"Yaobao, you're so kind."
A warm feeling welled up in Kitahara Hakuba's heart. If it weren't for the fact that he was about to meet the three of them, he probably would have already been unable to hold back.
"My sister's words: "
How about I give her some skincare products? Girls all like those. I have some unused ones here, wait a moment.
Shinomiya Haruka didn't go back with him, but for some reason, she seemed very happy when giving him the gift.
She quickly went upstairs, and Kitahara Hakuba, of course, wasn't going to stay downstairs like a fool, so he followed her upstairs.
A moment later, she came out of the room, carrying two exquisite gift boxes of skincare products with the English name "SK" on them.
Kitahara Hakuba didn't understand the skincare products these girls used.
"Don't give them such nice things. Just buy something from a roadside stall, make do. They're not cute at all." "Come on, I'm the one giving them these, not you," Shinomiya Haruka said rudely. "If they're too cheap, I'll be the one being looked down upon."
Kitahara Hakuba's eye twitched; it seemed that was the case.
Chapter 236, page 235: I often feel anxious to call others "brother" too (4K)
8:00 AM sharp, Shin-Hakodate Hokuto Station. (Kaka Xiaoshuiwang's content is correct.)
This book is being released online for the first time.
Nagase Tsukiyo was wearing an apricot-colored Peter Pan collar shirt and a high-waisted skirt, revealing only her fair calves below the knees.
But the little leather shoes and white socks with ruffled trim all exude a youthful and beautiful vibe.
The appointment with Kitahara-sensei was at 8:50 in the morning, but Nagase Tsukiyo wasn't in the habit of arriving right on time.
She would rather wait an hour earlier than others at her destination than arrive a minute later.
Not to mention with Kitahara-sensei, I don't want to make him wait even a second longer.
But there was something even more troubling for her: after arriving in Tokyo, how should she get along with Kitahara-sensei and go straight back to her residence in Tokyo? Or should she take advantage of this rare opportunity and visit Kitahara-sensei's home?
However, the latter's triggering conditions are too strict; you can't bring it up yourself, you have to ask Kitahara-sensei to do it.
And even if he brings it up himself, you can't just look at his hands, right?
What gifts should I bring for his family? I heard he has a younger sister; I need to manage that relationship well.
Nagase Tsukiyo thought about these problems all night and couldn't sleep well. But what frustrated her was that thinking about them only made her more tired and didn't offer any solutions.
Hakodate's specialties
Seafood is probably the only option, but it's unrealistic to take the Shinkansen for several hours to bring it to Tokyo to eat.
Dessert gift boxes? But there should be plenty of those in Tokyo.
At that moment, a girl wearing a gray, belted plaid skirt stepped into the golden depression.
The sunlight gently fell on the girl's head, giving her dark hair a warm glow, with tiny golden glints between the strands.
Her expression froze, like a delicate doll, lifeless, her lips tightly closed without a trace of curve.
Passersby couldn't help but glance at it, and a naive child whispered:
"Shh!" She was pulled back by her mother.
Nagase Tsukiyo also noticed Kanzaki Eri; her skin glowed with a translucent light in the sunlight, and her face was like a still painting.
She arrived very early too.
Kanzaki Eri stood there and observed for a while before noticing Nagase Tsukiyo. Without hesitation, she walked over.
Good morning, Eri.
Nagase Tsukiyo managed a forced smile; at least she didn't want Kitahara-sensei to realize that a rift had formed between them.
In fact, part of the reason for the separation was because of him.
"Mmm." The dry voice sounded like something that Eri Kanzaki had to squeeze out from deep in her throat.
The two beautiful girls standing together quickly became a striking sight in front of the station.
Nagase Tsukiyo glanced at the black suitcase in her hand and kindly reminded her:
"Tokyo is even hotter than here, you know? It's been around 30 degrees Celsius these past few days. Did you bring any summer clothes? I brought a few dresses, we can wear them together." (First published on Kanshu House)
Eri Kanzaki's breathing was weak and mechanical; the sound that came out of her mouth was as light as a breeze.
"Yes, I brought it."
She seemed reluctant to talk, and Nagase Tsukiyo could sense the awkwardness. She smiled and nodded, also remaining silent.
Nagase Tsukiyo didn't know where to begin to mend her past relationship with Eri, but the thought of her friend of many years leaving her still made her sad.
“Moonlit nights are still the same as before; promises to people always come so far in advance,” Kanzaki Eri suddenly said.
Her voice was almost drowned out by the surrounding noise, but Nagase Tsukiyo still managed to catch it:
"Well, there's really nothing to do at home, so we might as well wait here in advance."
Eri Kanzaki turned her head, her eyes, devoid of any discernible emotion, staring directly at her:
"So boring that you need to arrive an hour early?"
"Ugh," Nagase Tsukiyo wanted to say something, but felt something blocking her throat, and even her breathing became a little rapid.
Eri Kanzaki raised her hand to brush her hair aside, and soft strands slipped through her fingers:
"Want to be praised by Kitahara-sensei?"
Nagase Tsukiyo's hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the suitcase handle, responding to her straightforward gaze, and she said in a cool tone:
“I don’t have that idea at all, Huili. I’m not like you.”
A gentle breeze blew by, causing Eri's skirt to flutter and fall intermittently. The golden sunlight bathed her ankles, which were encased in white socks, making her look fresh and charming.
Her gaze was like a scrutiny, making Nagase Tsukiyo's heart pound like a drum, each beat accompanied by tension and unease.
No, I didn't want to come early at all, to be alone with Kitahara-sensei, or even to be praised by him with a smile.
No, absolutely not, Nagase Tsukiyo kept explaining to herself.
"You two are really early."
Just then, Saito Haruka's voice reached their ears.
She was wearing a beige belted dress with a neat black bow at the chest, brown leather shoes, and white socks.
For some reason, an indescribable feeling of comfort welled up from Nagase Tsukiyo's lips.
After the relationship broke down, this was the first time she so desperately wanted Haruno to be by her side. Being with Eri was suffocating her... *gurgle gurgle*
The wheels of the suitcase made a low, rhythmic sound as they rubbed against the ground, as they approached the two of them.
The three former friends looked at each other, unable to muster a smile. Even passersby could sense the tense atmosphere between them.
But now, the person who has brought them back together is actually a boy. (2.8 - Read books online - Updated for the most complete version)
"What kind of tickets did you two book?" Saito Harutori asked, standing about two meters away from them, her tone calm.
She no longer has that girlish voice she used to have.
Nagase Tsukiyo gazed ahead and said calmly:
"Sorry, you're too far away for us to hear you."
A hint of impatience flashed across Saito Harutori's face as she pulled her suitcase over to the two of them and repeated,
"What kind of tickets did you two book?"
"Didn't we agree to take the same train?" Nagase Tsukiyo said.
Saito Haruka stroked a strand of hair with her fingertip and said coldly:
"I'm just worried that you bought the wrong tickets, and then Mr. Kitahara will have to do some trouble for you."
"Don't worry, among the three of us, Saito-kun, you've caused Kitahara-sensei the most trouble." A smug smile crept onto Nagase Tsukiyo's lips.
Saito Haruka's prominent under-eye bags twitched slightly. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and said:
"Check it quickly, so that if there are any mistakes, we can correct them immediately."
Although the three of them were not as close as before, they all agreed not to cause trouble for Kitahara-sensei, so there was no objection to checking the tickets.
“Oh, grancss,” Saito Harutori suddenly said.
Nagase Tsukiyo frowned, sensing the teasing undertone in her words:
"So what?"
“No, Miss is Miss. Eri and I are both from the regular carriage.” Saito Harutori’s lips curled into a meaningful smile, as if to say, “You’re still too green.”
Nagase Tsukiyo looked closely and realized that Harutori and Eri were both in the regular carriages, while she was the only one who had chosen the grancss (privileged) carriage.
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The seats are wider and more comfortable, the carriages are less crowded, the service is better, and of course, the price is twice as high as theirs.
"What do you mean? What does it have to do with anything?" Nagase Tsukiyo said, dissatisfied.