Reborn In Tokyo After Picking Up Sayu Who Ran Away From Home

  Chapter 214 Those questions and conjectures

   Look up at the price on the wooden sign.

   Tonkotsu Ramen: 500 yen.

   Dumplings: 270 yen.

   In terms of prices in Tokyo, it can’t be cheaper.

   Then he looked down at the boy who was slowly eating ramen.

  Lian Jian Kanako felt a sudden pain in her heart, and even her throat was a little blocked.

   I thought of how sad I was just because I broke up with my boyfriend, as well as the behavior of swearing at each other and even fighting when I was emotionally out of control that day.

   A great sense of shame enveloped her.

   But he heard the other party suddenly say casually: "If you don't eat sooner, the teacher's face will soften."

   Just like Fang Cai, there was no resentment in his tone, and some were just calm.

   If it is the kind of maternity-prone character in the animation, Hasumi Kanoko should have been able to hold her in her arms for comfort at this time.

   And the male protagonist will struggle and shout words such as "stop now", "going out of breath" and so on.

   It's just that neither she nor Kato Yusuke is such a person, plus this kind of two-dimensional scenario cannot be staged in reality.

  So facing the boy's reminder, she just answered softly, then lowered her head in silence and ate her bowl of ramen.

   The noodles that were full of the soup were sent into the mouth, the taste was delicate, and the taste of the soup base was also very rich, with a little soy sauce flavor in it.

"…good to eat."

   Teacher Hasumi murmured, "Thank you for bringing me here."

   The voice was a little muffled.

   Kato Yusuke nodded, "Well, if the teacher likes it, it's fine."

   There was a little more laughter in his voice, but it was very gentle.

   He took a fried dumpling from the plate, then pushed the plate aside, "The fried dumplings here are not the ones you bought from the supermarket, so do you want to try them?"

   "...Well, that would be rude."

   Hasumi Kanoko nodded and took a fried dumpling with chopsticks into the bowl.

   A brief silence.

   "I'm sorry, Kato-kun."

  “…?”

   "I'm really sorry about what happened that day...and...Thank you, Kato-kun."

   A sigh sounded in his ear, "No matter which one it is, it's not necessary, the teacher doesn't blame me for being meddlesome."

   "Blame you or something..."

   raised his head sharply, and a pair of thick black eyes entered his eyes without any defense, containing a little encouragement and gentle comfort.

   "...There's no such thing." Hasumi Kanoko said in a low voice, then turned her eyes away.

"That's good."

   Kato Yusuke nodded lightly, "It's good that the teacher can recover."

   Strange emotions flooded my heart again, but inexplicably warmed my heart.

   Looking back at the young man, looking at the corner of his mouth that was slightly stained with oil from eating fried dumplings, she took out something from her pocket and handed it over: "This is for you."

"Um?"

   Kato Yusuke looked over suspiciously.

   "It's the handkerchief Kato-kun gave me that day. I forgot to give it back to you before, I've washed it well."

   After her reminder, Kato Yusuke remembered this, so he took back the handkerchief: "Thank you, this was given by someone else, and it would be a little troublesome if you lost it."

  's slender fingertips slid across his palm, Hasumi-sensei's hand trembled slightly, and then smiled and joked: "You say that, is it a gift from your girlfriend?"

   "No, it's Ying... Well, this is Sawamura-san's stuff."

   "Do you mean that Sawamura-san in my class?"

   Looking at the boy who changed his tune for a while, Hasumi Kanoko tilted her head slightly and said tentatively, "So are you dating that kid? Kato-kun."

   As soon as the words came out, the air suddenly became quiet.

   swallowed the food in his mouth, Kato Yusuke shook his head: "It's that Sawamura classmate, but we're not dating."

  's tone of speech is very calm, and there is no guilty conscience.

   "That...is Kasumigaoka Shiyu from Class D of the second year? Is she your girlfriend?" Hasumi-sensei was half-smiling.

   "Neither."

   Kato Yusuke continued to shake his head, took a sip of water from the cup, and looked calm.

   Holding the last possibility, Hasumi Kanoko said again: "Then the vice president of the student council, Megumi Kato... Are you dating?"

   "Crack..."

  The ice cubes touch the wall of the glass making a small short sound.

   Kato Yusuke slowly put down the water glass and looked back.

   "I have a girlfriend, not Kato-san."

   Speak clearly and speak powerfully.

  When the young man speaks like this at a slow pace, it naturally brings a convincing flavor.

   Then, a cell phone was placed on the table.

   After operating on it, Kato Yusuke pushed the phone aside, "This is my girlfriend, her name is Sayu Ogihara."

As he said, it was not the three people mentioned above who appeared in the picture, but a girl with an equally outstanding appearance. As for the boy Hasumi Kanoko, who was holding his arm, he was no stranger to her, because the other party did this. was sitting beside him.

   "Well, it's a very cute child."

  Lian Jian teacher smiled and said: "And the photo is still used as a wallpaper, which is very convincing, so people can't believe it."

   Kato Yusuke smiled, his eyes softened a little, but he didn't say anything about it.

   Even though his face was smiling, Hasumi Kanoko was thinking of something else: 'I always feel that when I mentioned Kato-san just now, his reaction seems to be subtly different...'

   This is a very idealistic idea, but it is stuck in my mind.

   Combined with the rumors in the school and the brief conversation I heard at noon. She always felt that the relationship between several people could not be simply explained by classmates or friends.

   Unconsciously stirring the ramen in the bowl, Hasumi Kanoko fell into contemplation, and the whole person appeared to be absent-minded.

   Seeing this, Kato Yusuke couldn't help but glance at her.

   With this look, something on the other side's head suddenly caught his eye, and he called out, "Lunami-sensei."

   "Um... ah, what's wrong?"

   Facing the other party's waking eyes, Kato Yusuke pointed to the top of her: "There seems to be a thread stuck in the hair."

   "Huh? Where?"

   Hearing this, Hasumi-sensei immediately sat up straight and moved his head back and forth with his hands.

   It’s just that the thread has never been swept away.

   Looking at the anxious look of the other party, Kato Yusuke thought about it and said, "Do you need me to help you?"

   "Huh... um, then I'll leave it to you." Perhaps out of the nature of girls to love beauty, Hasumi Kanako nodded like a garlic clover.

   "Please face me this way."

   "This... so it is."

   "Well, just don't move."

   Kato Yusuke said this, then raised his hand to reach the brown hair, and pinched the white "thread" in his hand.

   is accompanied by the slight force of the fingers.

"ah…!"

  Lianmi-sensei immediately exclaimed in pain.

   Kato Yusuke let go and frowned, "It seems to be white hair, do you want to pull it out?"

   "Liar... um! Please help me unplug it." Hasumi Kanoko's eyes widened, and she nodded repeatedly.

   Seeing this, Kato Yusuke smiled and said that he knew, and then raised his hands again, but this time he used both hands.

   A warm touch came from the forehead.

   The tip of the nose is filled with a hint of mint fragrance.

   Hasumi Kanoko's body froze suddenly.

   In her field of vision, she saw that one of the boy's palms was sticking to her forehead, as if to fix his head, and the other hand was reaching above him.

   Facing this kind of behavior like the interaction between lovers, Hasumi-sensei is obviously not used to it.

   His eyes involuntarily climbed up to each other's face.

   A pair of focused and deep dark eyes were reflected in his eyes. It was like a mirror, reflecting her appearance in it.

   An indescribable sense of shyness crept into her heart and quickly filled her mind, making her want to stop her.

   Just when she was about to act—

"All right."

   As the deep voice rang in his ears, a strand of snow-white hair appeared in front of him, one end of which was wrapped by the slender fingers of the young man.

   "...Er-? It doesn't seem to hurt at all this time?"

   Hasumi Kanoko's mascara-coated eyes blinked two or three times, and then she looked away as if she had come back to her senses, her face a little unnatural.

   After tidying up her appearance a little, she cleared her throat and coughed lightly: "...Thank you, Kato-kun."

   The other party said indifferently that he would not, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

   After doing all this, the young man lowered his head to eat the ramen again, and then suddenly looked over, staring at the ramen in her bowl, frowning in thought.

   Seeing this scene, it was like a ghost.

  Lian Jian Kanako tilted her head and asked, "...Do you want to eat this bowl of Teacher's?"

   So the boy's expression changed from thought to doubt, and looked at her blankly.

   After being silent for a few seconds, Hasumi-sensei lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Because...you just kept looking at my ramen, so I..."

Hearing this, Kato Yusuke first nodded suddenly, and then he couldn't help laughing: "It's not like this, I just thought that the teacher's face has probably softened, so I want to ask you if you want to change a bowl. "

"what…?"

Seeing the confused look on the other's face, Kato Yusuke pointed to the inside of his bowl, "My ramen is soft enough to be normal, but I ordered the hardest kind of noodles, so you understand. ?"

   Hearing the words, Hasumi Kanoko hurriedly took a sip of the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks, only to realize that the noodles were so soft that they could not be called noodles, and they were really not very tasty.

   And watching her take a bite, Yusuke Kato, who was beside him, smirked, "How is it, is it delicious?"

   Putting the chopsticks aside, Hasumi-sensei stretched out his hand to pull up the strands of hair that fell to his ears, and then looked at him blankly: "If you want to know so much, the teacher doesn't mind if you try it."

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   (end of this chapter)