I interpret life in Tokyo

Who would regret their hard work?

The boy who thought he had seen a good scene walked away again with a smile.

Pushing open the door of the programming department, there are many seniors gathered in the programming department today, Dahei Doma noticed him, and he waved to the boy with earphones on.

The boy sat down opposite Doma Daheira, and when he turned on the computer, he naturally listened to a few conversations of the seniors.

With words such as user interaction, app design and code in his words, the boy nodded silently, opened the unrendered file at home, moved his fingers and let out a long sigh of relief.

If the roles he plays are all his past self, or people he knew in the past, then the role of a small employee in a big company is also very suitable for him.

But in the past, he acted for Party A, but now there is no boss, Party A, the boy can naturally let himself go and do whatever he wants.

Moving the mouse to modify the character's facial modeling, listening to the OP of Grapefruit Club with earphones on, the boy squinted his eyes, and as far as he could see was the charming and charming character model.

Rendering takes a long time, and the detailed rendering time sometimes takes several hours to tens of hours. The boy took advantage of the computer working time and went to the tea room with a cup to refill his glass of water.

Returning to the program department with tea, Kaede Sakakibara found that Dahei Doma had also taken off his earphones at this time, and listened attentively to the plans of the seniors.

The boy took a sip of water, leaned against the table, and looked at the plans and forms drawn on the blackboard.

"However, it is also troublesome to get users to use the app. Compared with the difficulty at the beginning, it is also a problem not to be able to retain users in the future." The senior wearing glasses tapped his frame with a marker.

"Do that kind of sign-in and log-in software? But we are social software, not a game where you go online every day to clear your physical strength."

"Well... how about linking with other software?" One of the seniors scratched his hair in distress, and he looked at the two young people who were listening, "What do you think of Sakakibara and Doma?"

"Hey, I think it can be designed as an interactive type." Doma Dahei is still a complete beginner in designing software. He chewed the awkward words and organized the language, "How about letting users go online every day and have something to do?"

Several people nodded their eyes.

"I have an idea about the linkage with other software that the senior just said." The boy nodded to the senior and said, "For example, when a user has his own account, he can log in to different platforms and log in to different games. Gradually Let users see this account as a status symbol in their online world."

Thinking of the online game Koichiro Yuki was making, the boy gave an example again, "I can use this account to log in to this online game, and I can also log in to other online games—this account becomes my avatar in the game, another one on the Internet. Own."

"These two ideas are good." The seniors applauded and laughed, "We have a successor in the program department, so I can rest assured."

The boy smiled, this is just an idea, and any idea always requires step-by-step practice to complete.

However, thinking of the example he gave just now, the boy felt that the students who went out of the programming department could cooperate with each other - using the account created by the seniors to log in to the game designed by Senior Yuki was a way.

After drinking two glasses of water, the boy and Dahei Doma, as juniors, also acted as judges and idea providers, conceiving and sharply evaluating various aspects of the software.

While talking, the boy found that his picture was ready to render. Looking at the lifelike beautiful girl with white hair and red pupils in the photo, the boy's eyes became moist.

Log in to your own private account and send a dynamic message directly, um. . .To leave a message, just fill in an emoticon pack of crying in the storm.

When the time came to five o'clock, several people opened their doors to get off work on time. Dahei Doma left early, and the boy closed the door today.

He did not forget Mrs. Higuchi's advice, abruptly reversed his habitual steps towards the supermarket, and walked towards Higuchi's house with his schoolbag on his back.

On the way, he made a detour, went back to his home first, packed the needed books and handouts in his backpack, and set off on the journey again.

The boy was squatting near Higuchi's house, slandering paparazzi or fanatical fans with ulterior motives. He walked around and found that the community was quiet and peaceful. He obviously watched too many TV series.

This is the first time Kaede Sakakihara visited a colleague's house as a guest.

He has also been to the rental houses of Uehara and Takeda. A rental house is not the same as a home. Although both of them are natives of Tokyo, they are not rich second generations. They are currently struggling to make ends meet.

Gently ringing the doorbell of Higuchi's house, Madoka Higuchi greeted him with an expressionless expression on his face.

"Hello, good evening—"

"come in."

Seemingly seeing that the boy was also a little nervous, Madoka Higuchi didn't make it too difficult for him, and let him into the room after making a mockery.

"Muenka, Sakakibara-kun is here?"

"Eh--"

The boy took off his shoes at the entrance and put on the guest slippers that Madoka Higuchi handed over. After thanking him softly, the boy stepped into the colleague's house.

At first glance, it is full of life. Unlike his simple and clean rental house, the table and bar in the living room are full of all kinds of gadgets and decorations. On the photo frame in the aisle, the boy caught a glimpse of Higuchi A group photo of the family.

It seems to be a photo of Madoka Higuchi's junior high school days.

A middle-aged man with a steady smile, Mrs. Higuchi with a gentle smile, and more. . .Madoka Higuchi was expressionless.

hiss. . .Madoka Higuchi, where is the smile on your face?

"I'm now wondering if it was the right decision to let Sakakibara-san into the house."

The boy laughed, "I just feel that my aunt is really young. She hasn't changed in the past few years. She is more like Higuchi-san's sister than her mother."

"Oh, Sakakibara-kun is too polite."

Mrs. Higuchi turned around in the open kitchen and smiled.

Madoka Higuchi glared at the boy, and led him into the living room. Toru Asakura was sitting on the sofa watching variety shows, and when she saw the boy, she smiled and waved.

"ah..."

"good evening."

The boy put his heavy schoolbag on the ground. It is impossible for him to let go of himself in an unfamiliar environment, let alone at the home of a female colleague.

After sitting upright, the boy took out the textbooks one by one, with a trace of business-like seriousness on his expression.

"Today is the first day of make-up lessons. First of all, I want to understand what you know." The boy has experience in giving make-up lessons to five sisters, and the second time is much easier.

What's more, Toru Asakura and Madoka Higuchi are both interested in the Department of Economics, which just tickled his itch. He will be able to teach them the same things in class in the future, and they can also help each other after class .

"The most important thing in science is mathematics, of course you can't put what you have learned in school. If there is something you don't understand, write it down in the notebook, and I will answer it for you at night."

"Hey... so professional." Asakura said with a smile.

Higuchi Madoka looked into the depths of the boy's blue eyes, only to see that he was focused on seriousness.

At this time, the blue eyes moved slightly, and they looked at Madoka Higuchi.

The amethyst's eyes dodged for a moment for some reason, maybe a second, maybe ten seconds, and she looked at the boy again.

"Well, I see."

Chapter 32

The duration of supplementary lessons is also different from that of the five sisters.

After hearing that he gave the five sisters a two-hour make-up class, Mrs. Higuchi waved her hand and came for four hours without any courtesy.

The boy looked at the timetable handed over by Mrs. Higuchi, this. . .Is it too cruel.

Not only is she cruel to her own daughter, but also to him, a make-up teacher. How can she have time to play galgames after returning home so late.

Naturally, the four hours of make-up lessons cannot be continuous and coherent lectures, not to mention that the students can't hold on, and the boy is also a little bit overwhelmed.

He put down the completed examination paper, frowned and relaxed.

Madoka Higuchi's problem is actually not that big, she just needs to work harder.

Toru Asakura is not as good as Madoka Higuchi in terms of learning.

She is a genius, but she never put her interest in studying, but now Asakura Toru has a goal and thinks mathematics is interesting, so she will naturally spend time studying.

The dinner was cooked by Mrs. Higuchi. Madoka Higuchi's father had a business trip this week, and there were four people eating.

This meal gave Kaede Sakakihara the taste and warmth of home. This is not a luxurious work meal in the office - there are many varieties of food, but it has a superior taste.

Contrary to home-cooked dishes, the cooking methods of daily-made edible dishes at home are simple, simple in materials, and low in cost.

Home is a warm harbor, and you can eat simple tea and light rice with relish.The whole family sits around and eats home-cooked food. It is more enjoyable than the delicacies of mountains and seas outside. This is just the taste of home.

Although this home is not Kaede Sakakibara's home, it might as well be a smile on his face while eating, thinking about his past life.

Mrs. Higuchi served the biscuits she baked during the break. She glanced at the tired boy who closed her eyes, and then at Yuanxiang and Toru who were still working on the problem, and smiled slightly.

But there is one thing Mrs. Higuchi is not very satisfied with, that is, the boy is too polite.

Stepping into the society, clearly controlling the sense of distance between people, being too polite and polite, but giving people a feeling of inaccessibility.

Like today, Mrs. Higuchi proposed to study in the room of Higuchi Madoka, and Higuchi Madoka himself had no suggestion, but was opposed by Sakakibara Kaede.

The reason he gave sounded impeccable. As an adult man, even if he was making up lessons, it was impossible for him to enter the room of a female colleague.

It can be said that he has controlled the sense of distance to the extreme.

No, maybe he was too lonely, so he didn't want to trouble anyone.

"Well... done."

"let me see."

The boy took the test paper handed over by Asakura Tetsu, and the red pen quickly slid, right from wrong.

"If it's these knowledge points, it's not a big problem." Sakakibara Kaede said, "In the last year of school, I believe you all know the importance of it without me telling you."

"Well... I will listen carefully to the class."

"That's good."

Higuchi Madoka's purple eyes moved back and forth between her childhood sweetheart and Sakakibara Kaede, even she herself didn't know what she was thinking.

"Is Higuchi-san finished?"

"of course."

Madoka Higuchi's test paper was much better than Toru Asakura's, and the boy also took this opportunity to see clearly the different personalities of the two.

Toru Asakura is a genius who does whatever she wants, she will devote herself to whatever she is interested in.

Madoka Higuchi is a hard worker, she always works hard and practice silently behind the scenes.

Few people know how hard Higuchi Madoka is behind the popular idol, repeating dance steps and singing loudly.

Four hours is indeed a bit long, but for the two women who have a clear goal, the time is very little. In the second half, the boy went about his business, explained in detail the wrong questions of the two, and corrected their solutions. Problem thinking, changing steps is also part of the work.

Ten p.m.

Toru Asakura had already collapsed on the table, and she couldn't hold on anymore.

The boy seemed to be quite energetic. He obviously became more and more excited as he talked about the questions. At the last few questions, only Madoka Higuchi could barely keep up with his rhythm.

He thought about it, and left the textbooks at Madoka Higuchi's house. After all, he would come every day in the future. It would be easier to put them here instead of carrying heavy books every day.

"Madoka, send Sakakihara-kun off."

"...Understood." Hearing her mother's words, Madoka Higuchi stood up.

She covered her mouth and yawned, and sent the boy to the entrance.

Opening the door, they were greeted by a sea of ​​stars all over the sky.

Seeing a smile on the boy's face, Higuchi Madoka half-mocked himself and said: "The mood changes so quickly, I really don't know what you did."

"No matter how long the night is, the sun will always come out. As long as the sun comes out, it will shed light and heat."

There is no better place in the world than this.

The boy turned his head and smiled, and asked as a teacher: "Higuchi-san, how do you feel today, is there anything I need to improve?"

Again.

How kind and gentle is this person?

Mistakes, situations that happen, are never someone else's problem, but your own.

In the graduation advertisement, it was obvious that her acting skills had a problem, and she couldn't bear the boy's unrequited love gaze, but he seriously wanted to modify her original perfect acting skills.

It's the same now, obviously it's me and Tou who can't keep up with their study progress, but they say it's my problem.

Madoka Higuchi leaned against the door frame, turned his face sideways, not wanting to look at his face, "Well, that's all, Mr Mathematician."

"I don't need to modify the progress or the idea of ​​the topic?"

"No need." Madoka Higuchi said coldly.

Sakakihara Kaede nodded upon hearing this, and walked down the steps, "That's good."

He turned around and waved to Madoka Higuchi who finally met his eyes, "See you at the shooting site tomorrow."

"Ah."

Madoka Higuchi clenched her hands tightly, she did not close the door and leave for the first time, watching the boy walk home alone, until his shadow disappeared around the corner, Madoka Higuchi closed the door.