Tokyo's most affectionate

He had originally been thinking of spending a day during the summer vacation to give Kurosawa Mitsuru some guidance so that he could participate in the Kyudo competition and get a good ranking.

But now it seems that there is no need for Kurosawa Hikaru to receive any guidance. Sato 9th dan is no match for him, and the same is true for universities across the country.

There is no doubt that Kurosawa Hikaru can definitely bring glory to the school, and even just one game can make the Tokyo University Kyudo Club famous.

"Teacher Uesugi, I'm sorry, I'm a little tired, please let me rest for a while."

Despite his excitement, Kurosawa Mitsuru couldn't be happy after winning the game. His mood was somewhat subtle and complicated.

"Okay, let me help you arch your back."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Uesugita Mitsuru was a little puzzled as to why he was not happy even though he won, but he was not in a hurry and said immediately.

When Kurosawa Mitsuru saw him stretch out his hand and hand the bow to him, he did not go to find Shifeng Mirai immediately, but sat down by the wall.

There are no chairs in the archery arena, not under normal circumstances.

The mission was completed and the reward was obtained, but he really couldn't be happy, and he even didn't dare to face the future of Shifengyuan.

"Fate and regret?"

Thinking of what he just said, he raised his eyes and looked at Shifengyuan Mirai, a little concerned.

Becoming a so-called Kyudo master and making a name for himself? Kurosawa Hikaru had no such idea at all.

Even though he possessed perfect archery skills, he had no intention of opening a dojo and recruiting disciples.

Although he really likes the feeling of archery because he has experienced something new through the system's rewards, it does not mean that he loves Kyudo.

Because he never missed his target, he felt bored when he shot the fourteenth arrow.

As long as he has a bow and arrow in his hand, he can shoot wherever he wants.

Let's put this matter aside for now. Compared to this, the reason why he was in a bad mood was that he had not thought about getting married yet.

Today he came to the Zhuifeng Dojo just because the other party expected a date. He gladly accepted the date and created beautiful and precious memories with the other party.

The result was different from the previous dates, which ended successfully, but the heavy burden of reality was placed before him.

If he didn't marry her, Shifengyuan would probably have to follow fate and marry someone she didn't know or was familiar with in a few years.

If my relationship with her becomes better, not being able to be with her in the future may become a lifelong regret.

But if I marry her, what will happen to Yuki-chan and Miss Ninomiya?

"Mr. Kurosawa, why do you look so unhappy even though you beat the teacher?"

At this moment, Shifengyuan Mirai walked up to his side, put his hands behind his back and asked with his waist slightly bent.

She had a high ponytail and was wearing a hakama. Unlike the dull look she had in her tutoring classes, her lively tone made her already pretty face look dignified and elegant, like a lady from a noble family.

In fact, she hesitated for a long time, but finally came over.

After all, according to the agreement, she had to kiss Kurosawa Hikaru, and as an adolescent girl, she was naturally shy.

However, Kurosawa Hikaru looked like he was worried about something, and he didn't know what had happened, but out of concern, he still mustered up the courage to come over.

"..."

Kurosawa Hikaru looked up at her and opened his mouth, but the joke got stuck in his throat.

If Sato Kyudan hadn't said what he just said, he would definitely say something like "I'm thinking about how you can kiss me, it's a headache." But now he is in hesitation.

Chapter 109: Are you a gigolo?

Shifengyuan Mirai found that he was hesitant to speak, and seemed to be worried about something. His originally excited mood suddenly sank to the bottom.

As a rich girl, she has been the center of attention in various occasions since she was a child, which makes her very observant.

"Did the teacher tell you anything?"

Shifengyuan Mirai turned around, sat down next to him, and whispered.

"About your grandfather."

Kurosawa Mitsuru thought for a while and nodded.

He was not a person with overflowing sympathy, just as when he tutored Shifengyuan Mirai for more than a year, he turned a blind eye to her affairs and simply taught her to study.

But after being dumped by his ex-girlfriend and getting the system, his thoughts began to change.

He no longer lived indifferently just for the sake of living, but truly lived, and he began to pay attention to the people around him.

But Sato Kyudan's words just now reminded him of one thing, and that was the result.

As the saying goes, why flirt if you don’t marry.

He has already provoked Yuki-chan and Miss Ninomiya. If he provokes Shihouin Mirai, how will it end?

"Ahh...it seems that the teacher really admires you."

Finding that he really knew about this, Shifengyuan Mirai raised his head and looked at the ceiling of the dojo. The smile on his face gradually faded, and he sighed.

In fact, not many people know about my grandfather.

At least in the dojo, many fellow disciples did not know about this. Only a few with wealthy families knew about it and had heard some rumors.

After all, at her sixteen-year-old birthday party when she was in her first year of high school, the moment she reached the legal age, her grandfather announced at the party that he would help her find a husband of equal status, and there were quite a few people present at the party.

There were many guests at that birthday party, including politicians, capitalists, consortiums, and emerging entrepreneurs. These people had one thing in common, that is, they came from wealthy families and had huge potential.

"What do you think about this?"

Kurosawa Hikaru didn't want to hurt anyone, but he couldn't help but ask.

"Do you know? This archery dojo is the only place where I can rest." Shifengyuan Mirai suddenly said as he looked at the huge archery dojo.

"felt it."

Kurosawa Mitsuru naturally didn't know about this, but he had noticed something.

Unlike in that high-end apartment, she looked more energetic here. Perhaps it was because of the Kyudo hakama, she gave people a different feeling.

"Because the teacher dotes on me, although the archery training is very hard, it feels good to be able to put aside distractions and worries, and it is also very satisfying when I hit the bull's eye... The most important thing is that wearing the hakama makes me feel like a different person."

"She's not Miss Shifengyuan, but a disciple of Zhuifeng Dojo?" Seeing that she changed the subject, Kurosawa Mitsuru also followed her topic.

"Almost. To be more precise, I feel like I have become an archer."

"Is that so..." Kurosawa Mitsuru seemed to understand something.

Changing one's identity and changing one's face is like changing one's life.

"You know what I'm thinking every time I hit the bull's eye?"

Because the most important secret was known, and because he was very special, Shifengyuan Mirai couldn't help but reveal his true feelings.

"What are you thinking about?"

"If it were an ancient battlefield, my archery skills might kill many enemies, but I might also be killed by the enemy."

"You should not be able to be killed by the enemy."

“Because it’s unrealistic?”

This was the first time that Shifengyuan Mirai told anyone what was in his heart, and even his teacher didn't know.

She originally expected that Kurosawa Mitsuru would agree with her, but she didn't expect to be denied.

"Because you are so beautiful, the enemy general may not be willing to attack you, and will order his soldiers not to kill her but to capture her alive." Kurosawa Mitsuru shook his head slightly and said sincerely.

To be honest, being kind to your enemies means being cruel to yourself.

But for an enemy as beautiful as the future of Sifengyuan, any man would probably not kill him, but would try to capture him alive.

"What happens after we capture them alive?"

"It will end badly."

Because she is quite open when chatting with her, Kurosawa Hikaru is not afraid to speak out.

In fact, in his previous life, he thought that it was a stupid idea for some girls to fantasize about traveling back to ancient times.

You know, the class status gap in ancient times was huge and even dangerous, and it can't be compared with modern times.

It’s like he was reborn in Japan. Even though he is in a foreign country, it is modern after all, so he is still fortunate.

At the very least, this is a world he is relatively familiar with… Even though the people in this world are born with colorful hair, which is fundamentally different from their previous life, he has been here for so many years after all, so he has gotten used to it.

And you know what, the colorful hair and eye colors look pretty good after looking at them for a long time.

"Well……"

After hearing this, Shifengyuan Mirai fell into deep thought.

"I think imagining myself in ancient times is a way to escape reality."

Kurosawa Hikaru said before she could think of anything bad.

“Perhaps that is true.”

Sifengyuan Mirai sat against the wall, folded his hands on his legs, and nodded.

"You don't want to commit suicide, do you?"

Finding that she didn't deny it, Kurosawa suddenly reacted.

Dying on the battlefield, he just thought it was just a middle school fantasy, but now thinking about it, it is not simple.

Because when people fantasize, they usually think about themselves killing everyone and being invincible. Who would care about how they will die in battle?

Having such thoughts may be a subconscious thought.

When Shifengyuan Mirai heard this, he suddenly fell silent.

"There's no need to do this." Kurosawa Hikaru realized that she had really thought about it, and quickly said.

"There's really no need for that. I can be the eldest daughter now and the young mistress in the future. Maybe after getting married, I'll be liberated." Shifengyuan Mirai nodded and agreed.

She did think about it, but it was just a thought.

Although it is under the control of the family now, it may not be the case in the future.

"Liberation..."

Kurosawa Hikaru looked at her beautiful profile and couldn't see through her thoughts.

"For example, as long as we deal with the higher-ups and give birth to an heir, we can live our own lives. I won't care about his private life and he won't care about mine. Then I'll be free." Shifengyuan Mirai nodded and explained.

As soon as these words came out, Kurosawa felt that she really expected so.

Since there is no way to escape the marriage arranged by the family, just accept it and hope for a better result.

"Speaking of which, if we really live our own lives after we get married, how about I support you then?"

Suddenly, Shifengyuan Mirai turned her head, looked at Kurosawa Hikaru's handsome face with a pair of beautiful ruby ​​eyes, and asked with a smile.

"Is this a confession?"

Kurosawa Hikaru stared at her, feeling that she was speaking from her heart under the guise of a joking attitude.

"It's a declaration of support from a rich woman. Do you want to consider being a gigolo? I'll give you a lot of money every month."

Their eyes met, and Shifengyuan Mirai did not dodge. She leaned her head against his shoulder, her big eyes smiling, but her words did not sound like a joke at all.

Chapter 110: Very Traditional Thoughts

"..."

Kurosawa Hikaru was silent, not knowing how to respond.

Although the tone of the conversation was light-hearted and cheerful, the content of the topic was very heavy.

What he saw was not the beautiful and elegant face of Shifengyuan Mirai, but what was behind it.

It was a soul that had been bound and suppressed for many years, longing for liberation and freedom, and was almost crazy.

Suddenly, he recalled what Miss Runa had said.

The stricter the family education, the more repressed the thoughts and concepts. There are some things that cannot be done. She definitely has the urge in her heart, and it only takes an opportunity for her to explode.