Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

These people usually claim to be the elite, but the result is...

“But this is a text interview.”

Watanabe Yuu started to explain.

"It's the same with text interviews. Face-to-face text interviews like this are, in a sense, also like facing the camera."

Amamiya Ayana blinked and gave him a look that said 'it's not as simple as you think'.

"Maybe I'm a little slow in this regard. I don't feel too nervous."

Watanabe Yu turned around and met the gaze of the Saint Lady.

As their eyes met, he could clearly see the entire expression on that delicate little face.

"Or rather, I care more about other things than this."

He changed the subject.

"For example?"

Amemiya Ayana pretended to listen attentively.

"Your itinerary."

Watanabe's words are concise and to the point.

"You mean I was supposed to go to the appointment today?"

The Saint Lady read his subtext.

"correct."

"But the problem was that something went wrong over there. At 8 o'clock in the morning, they called and kept bowing their heads to apologize, saying that they had encountered an emergency and the meeting time had to be postponed."

The Saint Lady picked up the coffee spoon in front of her, lowered her brows, and gently stirred her cup of coffee.

She was actually a little skeptical.

The person she met was usually a very punctual person. As for the emergency, in the latter's case, it was really difficult to encounter an emergency that would affect his schedule.

However, she was not in a hurry to judge.

After all, there is no specific news from Tezuka yet.

"I see."

He just said it.

Given the Saint Lady's personality, when there is something important to do, she will definitely do it first.

"You're asking me this all of a sudden. Does that mean... Young Master Watanabe is starting to dislike me as his little follower?"

The Saint Lady turned her head to the side, and there was a hint of playfulness and teasing in her voice.

"Just curious."

Watanabe Yu picked up his glass of lemonade and took a sip.

The slightly sour aftertaste of lemonade lifted his spirits.

"…I feel relieved."

Amemiya Ayana patted her chest lightly, looking relieved.

Over the past period of time, she has become more and more fond of playing this kind of improvisational game with Watanabe Yu.

"It's too early for you to be relieved."

Watanabe Yu said this in a very cooperative manner.

"In other words, you still dislike me, right?"

"...Well, I don't dislike it too much."

"Ah, your words are so hurtful, Mr. Troll."

The Saint Miss sat closer to Watanabe Yuu and placed her hand on his palm.

A warm touch followed.

"I feel like my heart is breaking into pieces."

As she spoke, she became playful and gently rubbed the back of his hand twice with the tip of her index finger.

The rough touch, which was different from her delicate skin, made her itchy.

Then, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"So, you are responsible, Mr. Troll!"

The Saint Miss lazily lay on the table, with the back of her hand resting on her pretty face.

She tilted her head and looked at him.

Those bright eyes were like the surface of a lake in autumn, with ripples sparkling and lingering when the breeze blew past them.

"Can you start with your stomach? Do you want anything for dessert?"

Watanabe Yu took out his cell phone and checked the time. There were only fifteen minutes left until the time they had agreed to meet.

"Eating too much dessert will make you fat."

Amamiya Ayana replied softly.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. She had clearly rested enough, but at this moment, she suddenly felt sleepy.

"What should we do later?"

He asked.

He wanted her to have some dessert and kill some time, otherwise it would be too boring to just wait.

"What what what?"

There was a hint of doubt in the Saint Lady's eyes.

“It’s a text interview.”

Watanabe Yu gave the answer.

"Oh, I'll just sit over there and listen." Amamiya Ayana paused, "I'll come over after you guys finish talking."

She has always been able to prioritize and know what to do and when.

This is also why she called him "Young Master" when she went to pick him up.

When people go out, especially boys, they all need to save face in such occasions. If she doesn't give face to her Mr. Troll, is she going to expect others to give it to her?

“…Actually, you can sit over here.”

"It's okay, I'm not a child anymore, am I?"

There was a hint of relief in Amamiya Ayana's voice.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard on the stairwell, followed by a conversation.

"Mr. Iketani, Mr. Watanabe has arrived."

Akie Kuriyama's voice is particularly recognizable at this moment.

"Ok."

The middle-aged man's voice sounded.

"This is the first time that Mr. Watanabe has accepted an interview with the media, so..."

You are the lucky ones, you have to give him enough respect.

This is Kuriyama Akiie's subtext. She didn't say it very clearly, but we are all smart people, so we just need to mention it briefly.

"I understand."

The middle-aged man nodded in understanding.

"That's good."

The conversation came to a temporary halt, and they had just finished walking up the stairs, and the sound of footsteps rang out in the corridor on the second floor.

"Looks like it's time."

Amemiya Ayana withdrew her hand from the back of Watanabe Yu's hand, picked up the coffee cup without hesitation, stood up, and went to another booth.

The booths in this coffee shop are cleverly designed, adopting a semi-enclosed design. There is a certain visual difference between two adjacent booths, which provides relatively good privacy.

In simple terms, you can't see other customers between the adjacent booths.

"Come on, Yuu."

Suddenly, the Saint Lady poked her head out again, gave him an encouraging look, and then quickly returned to her seat.

but……

The Saint Lady frowned slightly. From her perspective, she could see that there seemed to be a middle-aged man in a suit sitting in the booth behind Watanabe Yu.

It shouldn't be anything.

She thought so and looked away.

The next second, the approaching footsteps stopped.

"Teacher Watanabe."

The figure of Kuriyama Akie then came into Watanabe Yu's sight.

She held out her hand to him.

"Editor Kuriyama."

Watanabe Yu stood up, shook hands briefly with Kuriyama Akiie, and then let go.

In the past they did not have this process, but today, special cases are treated specially.

"Let me introduce you, this is Mr. Iketani Kento." Kuriyama Akie turned around, extended her hand, and introduced the middle-aged man in the lead, "He is a well-known reporter from the Bunkyo Shimbun."

"Hello, Mr. Watanabe, I am a big fan of Norwegian Wood."

Without waiting for Watanabe Yu to say hello, Kento Iketani took a step forward and extended his hand to Watanabe Yu enthusiastically.

"Hello, Mr. Ikegaya."

Watanabe Yu nodded and shook hands with Kento Iketani, who was wearing a white shirt, trousers and a press card hanging on his chest.

"This is Ms. Chiyo Yaguchi, who is in charge of recording and is also the person who recorded today's interview."

After Watanabe Yu and Iketani Kento released their hands, Kuriyama Akiie continued to introduce Watanabe Yu.

"Hello, Ms. Yaguchi Chiyo."

"Hello, Mr. Watanabe."

The two of them simply shook hands.

"Um, can you please say something off topic?"

"Please say."

"Can you sign an autograph for me later?"

Chiyo Yaguchi lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly, but soon raised it again and looked at Watanabe Yu with anticipation.

"Yaguchi!"

Kento Iketani frowned and stopped Chiyo Yaguchi. Then he turned around and showed an apologetic expression, "Sorry, Mr. Watanabe, Yaguchi was a little too excited."

He had already started to regret that he would not have brought the editor-in-chief's daughter here.

Isn't this just looking for trouble for him?

"Nothing." Watanabe Yu shook his head. "As for the signature, can I wait until I'm done here?"

"Thank you very much."

Hearing this, Yaguchi Chiyo's eyes suddenly lit up, but under Iketani Kento's gaze, she quickly lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Watanabe, for causing you trouble."

"It's out of the way."

Watanabe Yu waved his hand and gave Kuriyama Akiie a look that asked for help.