Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

In fact, this is not the first time he has doubted this.

I just haven't found the right opportunity to ask.

"Because I'm Amamiya Ayana's uncle, is that reason enough?"

Beichen Ichiro took a deep breath and controlled his surging emotions.

“…That’s enough.”

Watanabe Yuu withdrew his gaze.

The two of them fell silent.

"Ayana was unaware of the information I told you today. Of course, she knows it starting today."

After three and a third minutes of silence, Beichen Ichiro continued what he had just said.

"The 'Amamiya Teppei' she was dealing with was a man who was flawless in his manners, demeanor, movements, and even words."

He paused.

"In other words, the 'intelligence' that reached her was all the 'intelligence' that woman left behind."

"…What does that woman want?"

Watanabe Yuu felt that things were not as simple as he had imagined.

"What do you think?"

Beichen Ichiro did not answer but asked instead.

“I think she’s very ambitious.”

This is what Yu Watanabe really said.

He felt that this woman had great ambitions.

"To correct it, everyone in that family is ambitious. Let's put it this way, in that family... there is no such thing as love."

Ichiro Kitachen corrected what Yuu Watanabe said.

"..."

Watanabe Yuu fell silent.

He suddenly understood a little bit why the Saint Lady told him that she felt so suffocated when she lived with them.

"But I really didn't expect you to be able to walk so fast."

Beichen Ichiro chuckled, with a hint of emotion on his face.

"At first, I was just surprised by the quality of Norwegian Wood. I just felt that you had a bright future. As the president of the book club, I should keep you for the future of Akiba Book Club.

"But I never thought that you and Ayana would have such a relationship, and that...she would regard you as a spiritual supporter."

Ugh.

Having said that, Beichen Ichiro sighed unconsciously in his heart.

Originally, this responsibility should have been borne by him, and he failed in his duty.

"Anyway, I will help you, you just need to protect her."

"I will."

Watanabe Yu agreed very seriously.

"Okay, let's stop talking about this. Let's change the subject. Can you tell me where your home is located?"

Beichen Ichiro coughed lightly and changed the subject.

"do not you know?"

"I do not know."

"...Then why do you look so confident when you are driving?"

"Because this direction leads to my home."

"..."

"..."

Watanabe Yuu was a little breathless for a moment.

Is this some kind of rule that must be followed? If you are reliable in big things, you must be unreliable in small things! ?

*

In the study room of the Amemiya family.

"……mom"

Teppei Amamiya called out to the woman in front of him in a trembling voice.

"Oh? You still know I'm your mother?"

The woman looked at Teppei Amamiya with a playful look, a hint of sneer appearing on her heavily made-up face.

"sorry."

Teppei Amamiya lowered his head and apologized.

"Keep your head up."

The woman's voice was cold.

"..."

Teppei Amamiya hesitated for a moment, but finally raised his head.

Snapped.

A crisp slap sounded.

The other half of his face felt a burning pain.

"What did I tell you? Think twice before you act. Have you read the information I asked you to read?" The woman shook her hands and glared at him with some disapproval, "The second half of the information you didn't finish reading contains what Watanabe Yuu did.

"It also clarifies his current social circle.

"As a result, you only watched half of it and went up there self-righteously.

"That slap you received was not unfair at all. Believe it or not, if it were a place with fewer people, you would be amazing if you could come back safe and sound today."

The woman grabbed the fourth page of information and threw it in Amamiya Teppei's face.

She really wanted to slap that bastard again.

"Faced with a knife-wielding criminal, he protected his classmates and defeated the enemy with one move. The subject of the investigation is suspected to have good fighting skills. Are you aware of this?"

The woman became angrier and angrier as she spoke, and her tone became more and more agitated, "The media present today are all from Akiba Broadcasting Corporation.

“The only difference is that they are either media that openly cooperate with Akiba Books, or they are secretly controlled by a subsidiary of Akiba Broadcasting Co., Ltd.

"You came to me in the hope that I would help you, but let me tell you, since Beichen Ichiro could say that to you, it proves that he has a trick up his sleeve. You have to bear the consequences by yourself.

"You still swear that you can buy him off? If you read any information, you will understand that this person's thinking is different from those people who are driven by profit as you think."

"..."

Teppei Amemiya shrank his head, like a quail hit by rain, without any of the arrogance he had in front of others.

"Go back! Don't bother Watanabe Yu without my permission."

The woman waved her hand at him impatiently, her brows furrowed.

"……understood."

Teppei Amemiya lowered his head and left the study in dejection.

"Watanabe Yuu..."

The woman let out a long breath, thought for a moment, and then dialed the man's number.

The current information is not enough.

1/2

The next chapter will be at the old time. I came back too late yesterday and was too tired, so today's update will be late. Private Marseille.

Chapter 134 The One Waiting for You to Come Home

Standing outside his house, Watanabe Yu took a deep breath, patted his cheeks gently to make himself look more relaxed, then he took out the key and gently inserted it into the keyhole.

It's already eleven thirty at night.

At this point, Ryoko should have already rested.

After all, since the beginning of summer vacation, her daily schedule has increased, and she has to work in a convenience store almost every day.

This girl has always had a light sleep and would wake up at the slightest disturbance. Yes, after moving here, her sleep quality has improved a little and she is not so easily awakened, but it is only slightly better.

After turning the key a few times, Watanabe Yu carefully opened the door and walked into the entrance hall.

However, as soon as he walked into the entrance hall, he was stunned.

The scene before him was completely different from what he had imagined.

The light in the porch is on.

The warm light poured down and sprinkled on the beautiful figure sitting on the shoe-changing chair.

Ryoko Hamabe was wearing pajamas, leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, her fair little face full of fatigue.

Obviously, she had been waiting for a long time.

"Silly girl."

Watanabe Yu muttered something, but his heart seemed to be hit by something.

He quietly changed into his slippers, walked over to her side and squatted down.

After hesitating for a moment, he still chose not to wake her up. He put one hand over her legs and the other hand over her shoulders from behind the wall.

After a little effort, he easily picked up Hamabe Ryoko.

"Um...you are, oh, You, you're back."

But before he could take two steps, Hamabe Ryoko, who was in his arms, woke up.

Fortunately, she had not turned off the lights in the corridor. With the help of the light, she could see his face clearly and did not struggle.

"Yes, I was delayed a little on the way."

Watanabe Yu explained in a low voice.

"There shouldn't be any traffic jam at this time, right?"

Hamabe Ryoko asked casually.

"The driver who was in charge of driving today was a little lost."

Watanabe Yu's expression became strange.

It must be said that Beichen Ichiro has a kind of retro stubbornness. He is the kind of person who is determined and unwilling to use mobile phone maps.

So they wandered around on the road for a long time.

But he also learned some other things.

Why didn't Ichiro Kitano bring a driver today? Why did he give up his previous luxury car and drive this not-so-outstanding old Audi, and even drive it so carefully.

——This car was given to him by Ayana Amamiya’s mother.

"Oh."

Hamabe Ryoko's voice was very soft.

She raised her arms, gently wrapped them around his neck, and pressed her face against his chest.

The smell of him made her feel at ease.

"Did your day go well?"