I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

Arakawa Kotoyuki murmured to herself, as if accepting her fate: "But it's too late now..."

Wagging her finger, Arakawa Kotoha was a little more lively in her emotions outside of teaching. At this moment, she looked very much like Arakawa Kotoha.

"As far as I know, the relationship between Yu Quan Gimei and him is more like a rental boyfriend than a lover.

Not to mention Yoko Kawaki, if she hadn't used strong methods, I'm afraid Wumasang would not have accepted her no matter what. There was no normal love process from beginning to end, and some were just wishful giving.

Moreover, Kawaki Takao's death made him feel more guilty and responsible than he liked it.

From this point of view, Wuma Sang is also a good and responsible boy. "

"So you still have a chance."

Arakawa Kotoha picked a bamboo leaf, washed it with water, held it between her lips that were more delicate than a camellia, and slowly played a soothing tune. She seemed not to be worried about her daughter's relationship at all.

"What's the chance? I told you I don't like it."

Chapter 131 What is the capital you like?

“The mouth can lie, but the eyes cannot.”

Where have you heard this sentence before?Such a familiar feeling.

"I know, I just like it, don't repeat it again."

"But I really just have a good feeling..."

After saying that, Arakawa Kotoyuki was as listless as a frustrated rubber ball, looking at her mother resentfully, not knowing why she had to say it.

Arakawa Kotoha was like a successful fox who got the answer she wanted. She still looked mature and intellectual on the surface, but her eyes were very smart.

But I have to remain dignified in front of my daughter, otherwise how can I teach her.

However, it is indeed inappropriate to destroy other people's feelings, but this cannot be a reason to give up.

Taking the initiative to quit because of the existence of competitors and giving up the person she likes is such a cowardly performance, at least she Arakawa Kotoha will never allow it.

If you fail in the competition and the other party chooses someone else, then you can only say that you did not grasp the man in the palm of your hand and admit that you are less attractive, but what is it about voluntarily quitting?

But since he's so tough-talking, it's very Qin Xue's style.

In this case, there is no need to worry, she will understand it one day anyway.

"Then let's put it another way."

"You need to have the capital to like someone. You really don't have the capital to like him now."

"With nothing, even the [Xuemo Yare] account that can quickly accumulate fans in a short period of time can only see results with the help of the other party."

"It seems that you are the only one around Wuma Sang who is not qualified to like him."

After playing the song, Kotoha Arakawa told the facts. She hoped that Kotoha Arakawa would eventually understand her intentions one day.

A blow?People in the Arakawa family will not be offended by some words.

If she fell into despair because of a few words, then she was not the daughter of Kotoha Arakawa.

"So how are you thinking about leading the Arakawa Group?"

"let me think again......"

Arakawa Kotoyuki clenched her teeth tightly, leaving marks on her pink lower lip. She held the beautiful skirt tightly with both hands, and her eyes were full of unwillingness.

She clearly knew that she was not a genius. The harder she worked, the more she could feel the gap between Yuan Qingxue and Wuma Xingjin. This gap could only be looked up to.

Reaching where we are today is just through hard work, which is equal to everyone’s hard work.

But despite working hard, all I can do is not be left behind.

When she entered the Literature Club, she realized that Qingxue Jiang and Wu Majun were so well matched. They were both superhuman geniuses and could understand each other's thoughts without even speaking.

Like two perfect gears, they fit together everywhere.

So much so that between the two of them, she sometimes felt that her presence was superfluous.

Because she had no experience of falling in love, and she had attended an aristocratic girls' school since childhood, and did not attend the co-ed Ogawa Private School until high school, Arakawa Kotoyuki didn't know what this relationship was.

The wind rustled the bamboo leaves, and also disturbed Arakawa Kotoyuki's thoughts.

Ahhh!So annoying!

Don’t think about things you can’t figure out!

Life is pretty good now. We live under the same roof and can see Mr. Wuma every day.

After waking up in the morning, he eats a steaming breakfast and prepares warm milk before going to bed. He is like a virtuous househusband.

What else is there to be dissatisfied with?

On the other side, Wu Ma Xingjin didn't wait long, Arakawa Kotoha came back with the worried girl.

Although he was very curious about what happened, which made the energetic Kotoyuki Arakawa feel like an eggplant beaten by frost, after all, this was a matter between their mother and daughter, and it was rude for him to interrupt rashly.

It was Arakawa Kotoyuki who suddenly changed from a playful and cute young girl to a quiet and quiet temperament. Perhaps it was an illusion that she talked less. In this antique tea room, she looked like a well-educated lady at this time.

After a few more pleasantries, Wuma Xingjin returned to Gardenia Village alone.

Without Arakawa Kotoyuki's smile that was brighter than the sun, there would be no interest in admiring the camellias blooming on the roadside.

The white clouds are rolling in the distance, the sky is blue and the wind is slow. It is a good day for traveling.

Wuma Xingjin's fingers habitually rotated the coins up and down, and Wu Ma Xingjin embarked on the way back without interest.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to Gardenia Village.

Haihara Weiyang was wiping the dust between the cracks of the floor with a cotton swab. When she heard the footsteps coming from outside the door, she straightened the hem of her conservative maid uniform, smoothed out the wrinkles and stood up.

"Welcome back."

She wouldn't ask questions like 'Why didn't Kotoyuki Arakawa go home together?' For her, it was enough to do her job as a maid.

"Look what I brought back!"

Wu Ma Xingjin excitedly picked up the recyclable plastic bag in his hand, which contained a box of strawberries: "[Lanxue] from Kumamoto Prefecture, bought at a big price on the roadside."

"It's a nice old lady. It's said that she was brought from the countryside to sell."

It’s not easy to eat fruit in Japan. Although the quality is good, the price is always a bit expensive.

Wuma Xingjin loves fruits more than meat and spends a lot of money on this. This is one of the reasons why the prize money earned from previous competitions was spent so quickly after coming to Tokyo for only one year.

Except for the initial embarrassment when living in a small apartment with Arakawa Kotoyuki, I have never suffered from food.

Wuma Xingjin agrees very much with the saying, "You never tire of fine food, and you never tire of fine food."

After all, human beings have three major desires, appetite...

Haiyuan Weiyang opened the packaging box, removed the top leaves and soaked them in light salt water to wash. She stopped midway, picked up a strawberry that was half gray and rotten, and reminded:

"The sellers put the fresh and intact ones on top, while hiding the worse quality ones at the bottom. Only less than half of them are edible."

"Well, the old lady looked kind and kind, and told me that her family was short of money because her daughter was going to school in Fukuoka, so I didn't look carefully."

Wuma Xingjin wouldn't have paid so readily if he hadn't seen the old lady guarding the cart in the cold wind, unable to sell even a box of strawberries.

I just didn’t expect that the vendors who deceived people would also start to create characters, and they had more or less learned the essence of the V circle.

If the minister were here, he would definitely say something like "Your kindness will only encourage this kind of person's arrogance".

Wuma Xingjin didn't care about such a trivial matter. At most, he would pay more attention next time before seizing the high ground of caution with kindness.

Haihara Weiyang listened silently, like a beautiful doll, her master was good in everything, except that she was a little easy to trust others.

No, or it is easy to believe in the weak.

I silently took a bite of the so-called [Light Snow]. The taste was completely different from what I remembered, and it was indescribably unpalatable.

Um?Is it bad?

It doesn't matter, after all, the owner bought it.

Wuma Xingjin was about to throw it away, but found that Haiyuan Weiyang had already taken a small bite, and quickly handed her a glass of water to rinse her mouth:

"This is bad, spit it out quickly!"

"What if your body is damaged by food? Your body is far more important than this kind of thing!"

Haiyuan Weiyang spit it out obediently and wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue.

"where did you buy it?"

"what happened?"

"I'll give you a refund."

Wuma Xingjin closed the book and read half of "Under the Cherry Blossom Tree" in his hand. Hearing Haihara Weiyang's request,

To be honest, Wuma Xingjin didn't care about this trivial matter, but seeing Haihara Weiyang's serious look, it was better to tell her.

Although he was nominally Miss Haiyuan's master, Wuma Xingjin never actually ordered her to do anything.

On the contrary, this was the first time he saw Haihara Weiyang's initiative.If you want to go, then go.

The cold-looking maid is not that difficult to get along with.

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Chapter 132 Isn't this bullying honest people?

After learning the location, Haihara Weiyang went to the study room at Wuma Xingjin and went out.

Many places are on holiday before the festival, so this pedestrian street seems to be bustling with people.

A young boy asked a shop assistant what gift would be better for a girl, and then he hurriedly paid for it with the girl smiling. He held the wrapped gift in his arms with a youthful expression, hoping that the person he liked would be happy.

Not far from the pedestrian street, there is a small market. Most of the stalls on both sides sell daily groceries and local specialties.

Located in the more prosperous Chiyoda District, this market seems a bit plain in comparison, but the variety of products is relatively rich.

Pedestrians coming and going are preparing fresh ingredients for a sumptuous family dinner tomorrow.

Mio Umihara's maid costume is not conspicuous among them. In other words, it is not surprising that body painting appears on the streets in today's society.

There are cos, fursuits, various subcultures, and even people who wear Kamen Rider Tokio. There is also an unknown Keli who is 1.8 meters tall and as strong as an ox with a beard passing by.