Even the whole world is trying to match us up

Chapter 6 The handsome guy in Tokyo is definitely not...

After the night run, it was almost nine o'clock when Natsume Qingyu returned to his home.

His home is a quaint old-fashioned two-story house, which is also an izakaya near the Meguro River.

The first floor was used for business operations, and the second floor was where he slept.

"Qingyu, you came back so late today."

The speaker was Ms. Hanada, a single, independent woman who was also his adoptive mother.

Influenced by family ethics dramas, Ms. Hanada had the idea of ​​not falling in love or getting married since she was a child.

When she grew up, she was afraid of marriage and worried about her postpartum figure, so she adopted little Natsume from an orphanage.

For this reason, Ms. Hanada was strongly opposed by her family.

"Believe me, Qingyu is a good child. You will definitely say the same thing when you meet him." On the phone, Ms. Hanada was very confident, just like introducing a neighbor's child to a parent.

Natsume-chan is indeed excellent.

While others were still crawling, he could already walk upright.

While others were still counting on their fingers, he was already proficient in addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

While others are still struggling to remember the fifty tones, he can already speak two foreign languages ​​fluently - English and Chinese.

Among his peers in the orphanage, he was like a prodigy in the world.

Talented, outstanding-looking, neither crying nor fussy, he is a "dream child" in the eyes of parents and a "hot commodity" in the welfare home.

Natsume Qingha still remembers the day he was officially adopted. Ms. Hanada signed the adoption documents with a happy expression as if she had won the lottery.

Little did she know, it was Xiao Natsume who actually chose her - because the people she adopted were the ones with the highest soul compatibility.

This should be considered a two-way journey.

"No matter how outstanding he is, he is not from our Huatian family!"

Huatian's father, who sells fruit, has been a slave to his daughter all his life. This is the first time he has directly hung up on his own daughter.

Are you kidding me? Want them to accept a completely unrelated grandchild?

Ms. Hanada didn't explain anything, she just touched Xiao Natsume's head gently and told him, 'Don't worry about it, you are indeed a good child.'

But Xiao Natsume's thinking is not that of a child at all. The matter started because of him, so he should solve it.

For this reason, he started to help with housework even before he was a mop tall. He secretly reviewed high school subjects while still in kindergarten. At the same time, he also rehearsed the plot of "how to please Ms. Hanada's parents when they meet them" many times.

Just to make his official debut in front of Ms. Huatian’s parents, and to be proud of her.

I hope they will not be ignorant of praise.

In this way, this smokeless family cold war lasted until one spring.

A sunny day with cherry blossoms in bloom.

Mrs. Hanada appeared in front of the two elders holding Xiao Natsume.

Facing this little angel on earth whose eyelashes seemed to be longer than their lives, the two elders were immediately speechless, looking at each other and making eye contact.

It seems that whether it is your own species is not that important.

"Natsume is a good boy." The two elders burst into tears and accepted the unrelated little Natsume as if they had found a treasure.

Sure enough, no one in the world can escape Jing Ze's theorem.

Just because of your outstanding appearance, can you get a ticket to live happily in this world?

Are you kidding me? So what do his previous efforts count?
Little Natsume cried. This was the first time he cried since he was spanked at birth.

"What about the little angel?" The second elder was confused and at a loss, and the wrinkles on his face were all squeezed together.

"I'm so happy, I'm so happy." Ms. Hanada, who was also confused, hurriedly smoothed things over, took out a handkerchief and wiped Natsume's face more and more.

Xiao Natsume: "..." From here, he wiped away his tears alone and swore secretly.

In the future, you must not become a handsome Tokyo guy who only cares about his opponent's skin.

It’s not that he thinks he should be different or great.

But he prefers to believe that important things are invisible to the eyes.

In this way, the sensible little Natsume is not her biological child, but better than her biological child. Her family status has been rising steadily, and she has grown up to this day.

And now, of course, he is working part-time as a helper in his own izakaya.

His job is just to greet customers at the bar as a lucky cat and polish the takeaway glasses, and Ms. Hanada will give him a large amount of pocket money.

But this is not a good thing. The handsome guy in Tokyo can't stand this arrogance.

So he became a bartender in a izakaya and learned from Ms. Hanada to enlighten people's emotions.

Being able to see the compatibility of souls between people, he has created many good relationships through matchmaking, and was dubbed the "Izakaya Lover".

With his outstanding appearance, he is somewhat famous in Tokyo.

For this reason, he also specially matched a dressing style to show his master style.

A calf-length white top, baggy casual pants, mature and stable leather shoes, a flawless white waistband, and a slightly luxurious gold-framed monocle.

"Today, a new classmate came to the class, and I was forced by the teacher to be a tour guide."

Appeared, the handsome guy in Tokyo must learn to tell mixed lies.

Natsume Kiyoha changed into her work clothes, faced the mirror, and tidied up her appearance.

"The other party can't be a girl who looks bulingbuling." Ms. Hanada pinched her son's fat-free waist.

Mom, how can you use bulingbuling to describe girls?
Natsume Qingyu slapped her mother's hand away angrily and affirmed: "It's quite beautiful."

He repeated this sentence several times today.

Is it really a world where appearance comes first?
"But, I don't have any thoughts about her at the moment." Natsume Qingyu adjusted the position of his tie in the mirror, killing the evil thoughts in his mother's heart in advance.

"What's the point? You've reached the age to fall in love." Ms. Hanada's eyes revealed her concern for her son.

An emotional master who can comment on other people's love, but has no need for love himself.

Is it possible? Does his handsome son really want to live with his hand for the rest of his life?

She regretted letting her son take over her job.

Natsume Qingyu: "..." Hey, don't look like that. She makes herself look like an older leftover girl who cannot get married.

Even if he is old, looking at the entire Tokyo community, he is at least a high-quality man.

"Okay, Mom. Let's stop talking about this topic." Natsume Qingyu made a sign to stop it. "That's it, your son is going downstairs to go to work."

"I don't care if you don't go to my class. Let's chat with your mother." The well-proportioned Ms. Hanada took out a large bill (far more than his ramen money tonight) from her delicate wallet and looked up at him. At one glance, the meaning in his eyes was obvious - I am your rich mother, I can support you.

I wonder which boy has never fantasized about the scenario where the doctor says he has a bad gastrointestinal condition and can only eat soft rice?

"Mom, the handsome Tokyo guy I call is definitely not a lazy person." He smiled rejuvenated, his tone was gentle, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes, "If you can firmly hold the future in your own hands, then it counts. A real handsome guy from Tokyo.”

Although Natsume Qingha only plans to work hard until he is 25 years old, he still wants to take advantage of the old people.

Not what a hottie from Tokyo should do.

The handsome guy in Tokyo is not only his goal, but also a kind of spirit.

Natsume Qingyu closed the door on the second floor of his house and walked to the first floor, where there were already people full of stories.

　Hello everyone, thanks for reading! (very loud)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)