Tokyo: Starting from staying with my mother’s best friend

Chapter 128 Fortunately, Your Highness the Concubine continues to produce food. Your children are not afraid of going hungry.

The last twilight burns in the western sky.

As crows flew overhead, Ionuma Isao and the angel walked side by side to the bottom of the slope and arrived at Shinjuku Avenue.

Angel took out the AirPods Pro, put it into his ears without saying a word, and at the same time opened the music software on his phone.

"What songs are you listening to recently?" Ionuma asked.

Huacheng Iori looked sideways: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"When I was at home, you would be alone in the laboratory in the front hall every night, wearing headphones and doing chemical experiments. That's when I wanted to ask." Ionuma Isao also looked over.

Short-sleeved shirt and pleated skirt, slim figure, cool temperament, have a unique and refined charm.

"Where are you looking?" Huacheng Iori crossed his arms.

Ionuma Isao smiled and said nothing.

His eyes moved down and fell on the two legs under the hem of her pleated skirt.

She didn't wear pantyhose today, instead she wore black stockings, and the slightly swaying hem of her skirt sometimes revealed the absolute realm of snow-white.

The skin there is as delicate as the tenderest scallion white;

The legs are beautiful, long, slender, and round. They are the most beautiful legs Ionuma Isao has ever seen.

"Sure enough, I'm looking at the legs." Huacheng Iori nodded slightly, with contempt and contempt in his eyes: "You are such a superficial person."

"Haha~"

Ionuma Isao smiled happily and naturally stretched out his hand towards her face.

The angel turned his face slightly so that he could take away one of his headphones.

The two of them have developed a tacit understanding. With a look or a movement, they can roughly know what the other person wants.

Ionuma Isao put on his headphones, listened to the music inside, and hummed casually: "On such a winter's day, Stopped into a church (On such a winter's day, Stopped into a church)..."

"What did you think of?" Huacheng Iori's voice was cold.

"I thought of Forrest Gump, a fool, crawling in the jungle of Vietnam with a gun on his back."

"anything else?"

“Wong Jingwen’s quirky and spiritual character in Wong Kar-Wai’s lens.”

"anything else?"

"Shaolin Kung Fu is good~"

"Be serious!" Huacheng Iori raised his calf and kicked his hind leg with the sole of his foot.

She did this very girlish action very naturally, and no one would notice that she had a mature soul.

"You are not serious, why should I be serious?" Iinuma Isao asked.

Huacheng Iori shrugged lightly.

The two of them reached an intersection, and the car waiting for the light on the opposite side was driving with its high beams on, making it difficult to keep one's eyes open.

After waiting for a while, the girl's calm voice came along with the sound of wheels rolling on the road.

"Judging from our current age, it's better to be less serious."

"Having said that, please consider my feelings!" Iinuma Xunyi protested righteously.

"Ah? Could it be that..." Huacheng Iori put her long wind-blown hair behind her ears and asked with a smile: "You don't like the feeling of two beautiful girls competing for you and being jealous?"

"……Well."

"Admit your despicable male nature!" Huacheng Iori showed a beautiful smile on his lips.

"Despicable? How despicable is this..."

Huacheng Iori looked at the red light traffic light and asked lightly: "Iinuma-san, if I signaled another man to pursue me, and it was in front of you, and I treated you with a bowl of water, I would be impartial. Buyi, do you feel despicable?"

"That's quite despicable!" Iinuma Ion couldn't accept it when he thought about that scene.

"So, it's difficult for me to accept such a despicable you." Huacheng Iori sighed longly.

"No, what you have been thinking all along is that you want me to be unable to fall in love with you and be miserable?" Iinuma Isao said, his eyes suddenly looked expectant, and he leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Why did you suddenly say 'accept'? word?"

Huacheng Iori sneered: "Of course I want to give you some hope so I can catch you."

"You bastard, be careful and burn yourself!" Iinuma Isao said angrily.

"Don't worry, my heart is not that fragile, nor is it so easy to fall." Huacheng Iori turned his head and looked at him with a smile, "It's you, I think you are very close to falling in love with me completely."

When she said this, the taillights of the vehicles passing by on the opposite side painted a faint blush on her little face.

"The light is green, let's go!" Iinuma Isao walked forward.

With a smile on his face, Huacheng Iori followed him across the zebra crossing and said as if having fun: "Hey, who do you think is better, me or your fiancée?"

"Of course it's you!" Ionuma Isao answered without any hesitation.

This kind of proposition is completely ineffective for him.

"No real feelings at all." Huacheng Iori rolled his eyes at him.

"Well, of course it's Kaguya!"

"why?"

Iinuma Isao thought that his voice would be heard anyway, so he didn't hide it and answered directly: "Although Kaguya is as flat-chested and has the same venomous tongue as you, Kaguya's benefits are much greater."

The angel's face suddenly became unhappy.

"If you are not convinced, I will ask you, do you know which one is better, chocolate ice cream, almond peanut ice cream, or milk ice cream?"

"ice cream?"

"They are black silk feet, meat silk feet, and white silk feet."

Such a perverted answer made Huacheng Iori unceremoniously extend his hand to the scumbag's waist.

"Hiss - it hurts! Huacheng classmate, please stop!"

"I didn't even try."

"I feel bad for being treated so roughly by you!"

"Oh, disgusting~"

Huacheng Iori looked disgusted and moved two positions away from him.

"Why don't you let me try it too?" Ionuma Isao walked in front, "I'm not picky about food, so anything with my little feet will do."

"dream!"

"Then I'll take a step back, stop eating ice cream, and try stocking milk tea."

"Ok?"

The omniscient angel was confused again.

"The stocking milk tea you are talking about, can't you mean it literally..."

"Congratulations, you got the answer right!"

"Iinuma-kun, you will be considered a pervert if you do this."

"I'm just asking you, do you want me to taste it?"

"...Well, seeing as how sincere you are, I'm going to have to do it reluctantly. Who makes you my member, or my, uh...friend?"

"Shy?"

"After all, it's not you who is not thick-skinned enough."

"No! Wait, what did you just say? When did we become friends?"

"Mr. Stupid Fool!" Huacheng Iori fell behind him, walking happily with his hands behind his back. "From the first day I talked to you, you have been my only friend. I still need to explain this. ?"

Iinuma Isao stopped and looked back at the innocent-looking girl: "It's not you who said yes, but it's you who said no. You are such a fickle woman!"

"Wouldn't it quickly lose the freshness if it stays the same?" Huacheng Iori responded to him with a smile, "I have done a lot of homework to make you unable to extricate yourself from me. I have whatever side you like."

"Pull you down!" Iinuma Isao turned around and continued walking forward.

'I won't fall in love with this bad woman! '

"Give up, it's impossible, even I can't help but love myself!" Iori Huacheng simply declared that he would fail.

After walking for a few minutes, the two entered Yotsuya Station and waited for the train on the benches on the platform. She is obviously a rich little girl, but most of the time, Angel-sama still relies on the tram to commute.

While waiting for the train, the two of them kept chatting.

"It will be summer vacation soon."

"Two more weeks."

"This is my first time spending summer vacation in Tokyo. By the way, how do you usually arrange it?"

"Go to Northern Europe."

Ionuma Isao: "...She is indeed a rich lady!"

Huacheng Iori smiled lightly and looked at the lighted vending machine in front.

"Tokyo's Summer Festival, isn't it..."

"reject!"

"Hey, I didn't say I invited you! I just asked..."

Huacheng Iori's little hand held down the long hair that was blown by the wind, and said with a smile: "Sooner or later you will invite me. If I refuse in advance, I will save some energy then."

"You're not cute at all!" Ionuma Isao could only say these feeble words again.

A bright light appeared in front of the railroad tracks.

Amidst the clanging noise, the tram pulled into the station, bringing with it a gust of hot wind.

The two of them squeezed into the last carriage together, staggering towards Shibuya.

"By the way, which ice cream is better?"

"Hey, you really want to treat me to food..."

After that night, Iinuma boy did not eat ice cream, but he drank a large cup of stocking milk tea.

■

Time flies to Friday, and the plum rain gradually fades away.

Tokyo seems to be starting its midsummer season. Under the scorching sun, the asphalt roads in Yotsuya look twisted and melted.

"Have you seen the weather forecast? It is said that the maximum temperature will reach 32°."

"Even if it's hot, it's still so stuffy. Tokyo feels like a big steamer..."

"Look on the bright side, free steaming!"

"Thank you, you can enjoy it all by yourself..."

"Will it rain?"

"Wake up, the rainy season has just left..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Let's go to summer vacation soon. I want to hide in my room for the whole summer..."

Listening to the exchange between the two girls two rows away, Ionuma Isao held a mechanical pencil and was doing his homework while humming: "After the whole summer, the sadness has not gotten better..."

pat~

The pencil lead is broken.

Well, as a gifted student in the top three of my grade, I shouldn't have any problem if I occasionally don't turn in my homework... Thinking of this, Ionuma Isao threw away his pencil and leaned back on his chair to laze around with peace of mind.

“Driving on an endless highway…”

"What are you talking to yourself about?" In the next seat, Kaguya held her delicate face with her left hand and played with her mobile phone with her right hand.

"Reminiscing about the memory of death." Ionuma Isao replied casually.

The fiancée ignored these nonsense words, looked away from the phone screen, looked at his face, and then pointed the phone camera at him.

"Click~"

I took a photo and posted it on social media.

【Today’s boyfriend】

As soon as the message was sent out, people immediately liked it, left messages, and all of them were flattering, praising Miss Kaguya for her good vision, and complimenting her boyfriend by the way.

"Ha~"

Kaguya yawned and stretched lazily.

Since the air-conditioning in the classroom was turned on very high and she was in poor health, she wore a thin cardigan sweater over a short-sleeved shirt.

The material was light and thin, soft and close to the body, so when she stretched, Ionuma Isao could see the small rise and fall of her chest.

'It's good to have it, it's good to have it...' The fiancé felt very pleased.

Huacheng Iori, who was reading in the row in front of him, suddenly turned his head and his clear and awe-inspiring eyes widened: "What's 'it's good to have'? What are you happy about?"

"..."

Ionuma Isao's eyes fell subconsciously.

The angel was also wearing an air-conditioning shirt, and the swollen curve of his chest could only be described as being as barren as the princess.

'Thankfully, Your Highness, your children are not afraid of going hungry. '

These inner words made the angel's face feel as cold as the Antarctic ice.

Ionuma Isao said quickly: "There will be swimming lessons later, and I feel happy when I think of seeing you wearing the water to death!"

"Give up!" Angel sneered, "Boys and girls will have swimming lessons in two venues."

"Eh?" Ionuma Isao was stunned and said angrily: "Didn't you say that Tokyo is very open? Why are swimming classes separated for men and women? It's not as good as my country in Hokkaido..."

Princess Kaguya suddenly stood up and came to him with a smile: "Are you looking forward to swimming lessons for men and women together?"

Ionuma Isao immediately shook his head: "What I hate most in my life is schools where there are no separate swimming pools for men and women!"

In the front row, the angel said coldly: "Lie!"

"Hey, Miss Kaguya, please don't believe it! I don't get along with this woman, and every word she says is slander, ah——"

The screams from the back row of the classroom caused a burst of laughter in the class.

In the last class of the morning, under the leadership of Mr. Kobayashi, Ionuma Isao's first swimming lesson began.

Boys and girls are indeed divided into two swimming pools.

His wish to watch the girls in his class die in the water was impossible to realize, so he could only satisfy his craving by listening to the clear and sweet screams and laughter of the girls through the wall.

Ionuma Isao changed into his swimsuit and gathered by the open-air swimming pool.

"Tsk, damn it!" Yongze looked at the world on the other side of the wall and complained: "Why is the girls' swimming pool covered? We boys have to be exposed here..."

"Be more open-minded." Ionuma Isao comforted him, "At least both boys and girls are taught by Mr. Kobayashi."

While they were talking, Teacher Xiao Lin, who taught girls, happened to walk through the small door at the edge of the partition wall and waved to the eager male students.

Instantly, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers from the edge of the swimming pool.

Teacher Xiao Lin wears blue Shiku water, which is tight against the flesh and outlines a toned figure.

The bare feet, the toenails are painted red, and the skin of the arms and legs is slightly wheat-colored. However, the edge covered by the swimsuit will sometimes be pulled up due to the movement of the body, thus revealing a trace of the covered, very... Eye-catching snow-white skin.

The male students were furious and their quarrels were flowing.

When Teacher Xiaolin demonstrated the warm-up movements, the students kept talking behind their backs.

Some people called her "delicatessen shop" because the meat in delicatessens is openly displayed in this way, and different deli meats have different colors; others called her "truth" because "truth is naked", but someone immediately corrected her. , Teacher Xiaolin is not naked, so it can only be called "partial truth" or "half-step truth" at best.

Amid the laughter, the boys who were the loudest in the discussion were punished by being forced to run five laps on the playground after swimming class.

Under the supervision of Teacher Xiaolin, I completed the warm-up exercises.

The boys were free to move around in the swimming pool for half of the class. In the second half of the class, they collectively booed and asked for a swimming competition.

Teacher Xiao Lin had no choice but to be invited to act as a referee.

The boys gathered by the swimming pool and lined up in the eight swimming lanes.

"start!"

With the referee's instructions, the fierce competition among the boys began.

On the high stand next to the swimming pool, at the top, Huacheng Xingzi looked at the youthful and energetic students below and sighed with regret:

"I wish I were still young..."

(End of this chapter)