Chapter 228: Restless Valentine's Day (End)

In winter, the school bell rings at six o'clock, half an hour earlier than in summer.

At 6:20, Toru Watanabe and Miki Kujo were walking in the deserted school building. The temperature was much lower than during the day.

I went downstairs and came to the shoe cabinet, when a figure suddenly ran over.

"Watanabe-kun, please accept this!"

“…Oh, thank you.”

"You're welcome!"

It had been twenty minutes since school was over. The sound of the wind band's instruments had died down, as had the meaningless shouts of the sports club on the playground. Unexpectedly, someone still stayed behind to wait for him and give him chocolates.

Kujo Miki glanced at the girl walking away and said to Watanabe Toru, "Let's go."

"good."

Toru Watanabe put the chocolates into the bag that was about to overflow, and left the school with Miki Kujo and got into the luxury car.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at a detached villa in Chiyoda Ward.

In the island country, apartments are more luxurious than detached houses, but detached houses like Kujo Miki's are another matter.

There is also the large main house of Kujo where Kujo's mother lives, which is not a single-family house in the general sense.

The two had dinner in the living room.

Miki Kujo ate a few bites and left the table to go upstairs.

Watanabe Toru ate slowly.

"What is this?" he asked the maid.

"Mustard flowers." The maid replied, bending over.

“It should be an early spring dish, right?”

"Yes, it was sent from Izu Mountain."

"Is it already spring in Izuyama?"

"We have just entered early spring, and I heard that the winter cherry blossoms are already in bloom." The maid had a pleasant voice and spoke slowly and leisurely, as if she was telling a story under the lights at night.

Watanabe Toru nodded, took a bite of fried whitebait, and imagined what early spring in Izu would look like.

As a result, the pictures he imagined were all of Mizawamura's fields. After all, he had never been to Izu.

A maid came to serve the food, and when she left, she took away the first two dishes.

The maid just now took the initiative to introduce: "This is celery mixed with vinegar, and this is fried dragon sprouts. They are all early spring wild vegetables served to guests at the Izu Hot Spring Hotel."

Watanabe Toru tasted it.

At the corner of the living room leading to the kitchen, another maid came out and brought fresh dishes.

Half an hour later, a maid came down from the second floor.

She walked over to Watanabe Toru and said in a serious tone:

"Master Watanabe, Miss is asking if you have finished your dinner."

"What did she say exactly?" Toru Watanabe knew his girlfriend very well.

"Let me see if you are dead." The maid's expression remained unchanged.

Watanabe Toru put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and when he stood up, he said to the maid who had just introduced the dishes:

"Please tell the chef that I really like today's food."

The maid bowed slightly.

After eating and drinking his fill, Toru Watanabe calmed himself down and prepared to go to the second floor to face his fate.

After taking a shower, Miki Kujo sat on the sofa in her pajamas.

Her charming and noble body leaned calmly on the cushion, looking down at Watanabe Toru who walked in.

The chest of the yukata was slightly open, revealing the girl's youthful figure.

The hem of her pajamas revealed a long section of her smooth legs.

"beautiful……"

"Come here," she ordered.

The elusive, ever-changing, enchanting, and sinister charm of Miki Kujo.

…

On the big white bed, Toru Watanabe lay on Miki Kujo with his head resting on her chest.

With a blush on her face, Kujo Miki put her slender white fingers into his hair.

The two of them remained like this, quietly for a long time.

"Which subject are you going to choose, arts or science?" asked Toru Watanabe.

He remained motionless except for his lips, reveling in the contact of skin with Kujo Miki.

"What about you?" Kujo Miki's voice was lazy and full of satisfaction.

When in bed, she is no longer the queen, and the two of them talk like a young couple or a married couple.

"Liberal arts?" Toru Watanabe was not sure.

"Um?"

"I plan to study economics in the second-class liberal arts department of the University of Tokyo."

"economy?"

"Look, I will hardly have to work in the future. The only time I need to work is the four years when you have children, so maybe I should learn some economic knowledge."

"I suggest you go to the Faculty of Education." Miki Kujo combed Watanabe Toru's hair.

"Why?"

"You work for four years, but you take care of your children for at least ten years."

"That makes sense." Watanabe Toru nodded, making Kujo Miki's chest itch, "Then I'll go to the Faculty of Education and major in preschool education?"

"You don't need to take care of the child." Kujo Miki said, "What kind of teacher or babysitter can't we hire?"

"Meiji, I have something I want to ask you. I'm very curious."

"Um."

"If you have children in the future, how do you plan to raise them?"

"Use the most stringent method for the first child, and be casual with the others."

"What if the first child doesn't inherit our genes?"

"It doesn't matter if you're not good-looking, but if you're not smart enough, you'll have to find someone else."

"Too cruel, isn't it? You must have forced the child to learn a lot before he discovered that he was not smart enough."

"Learn a lot of things, or give up on him, it's all for the good of the child and the Kujo family. By the way," Kujo Miki's hand stopped, "You are not allowed to interfere in this matter, don't be so gentle all the time, let me decide."

"Yes, yes, yes." Sixteen-year-old Watanabe Toru had no sympathy for his future child.

The two were silent for a while.

"What do you think I should give you as a return gift for White Valentine's Day?" Watanabe Toru asked again.

"The merchant has already thought it out for you. Just buy the expensive ones."

"Yeah." Watanabe Toru buried his face in Kujo Miki's chest, his voice becoming dull, "So what do you want?"

"Think for yourself."

Miki Kujo stopped talking, feeling the warm breath on her chest.

"I buy the most beautiful roses from Daejeon Flower Market every day and give them to you as a good morning?"

Ota Flower Market in Ota Ward, Tokyo, is the most famous flower market in the island country.

Every day, a large number of flowers are gathered here from all over the world, and the trading volume ranks first among the island countries.

“It’s something that can be done with money.”

"What do you want? I have nothing to give you."

Kujo Miki thought for a moment and said with a smile, "I want a promise."

"Two is fine."

"If you are taken away one day, can I kill you?"

Toru Watanabe raised his upper body and looked down at his beautiful girl.

He told his beautiful girl in his most gentle and firm voice:

"No matter what happens in the future, we two will always be together."

"Where's Kiyono?"

"Whoever it is."

"real?"

"If that day comes, just kill me."

Miki Kujo reached out and hooked her arms around Watanabe Toru's neck, and the two kissed each other.

"Did you have a good rest?" Watanabe Toru asked impatiently after the kiss.

"Do you want to continue? No, that's enough for today."

"This is just the beginning, what are you talking about, sister."

"Not coming anymore." Miki Kujo pushed Toru Watanabe away, wrapped herself in the quilt, and turned her back to him.

The huge bed and the slender figure on the edge of the bed seemed to say "I'm already asleep".

Toru Watanabe reached out, pulled her delicate white body out of the quilt, pulled her to the center of the big bed, and pressed her under him.

"When we finished just now, you were the one who said 'let me rest for a while', right?"

"I really won't come!" Miki Kujo struggled.

"A little longer."

"No!" Miki Kujo pressed against Toru Watanabe's lips.

"Just for a moment!"

"No means no!" Miki Kujo clamped Watanabe Toru's hand with her legs.

"Give me a reason?"

"How long do you think it was? I'm tired."

"I'll do it this time, Sister, you just lie down."

"No!" Miki Kujo held her hands against his approaching body.

"Why? Sister, I don't understand, please teach me."

"If you don't understand , go learn it yourself. Aren't you number one in the country? Don't bother me."

"Sister, my sister Meiji, a 17-year-old girl, how can you say that you are not capable?" Watanabe Toru said with a smile.

"Because you're a girl, that's why... um——"

Caught off guard, Kujo Miki let out a soft moan.

"Watanabe Toru!"

She slapped his back hard with her hand, making a very loud sound.

Then, the girl's hands slowly began to caress.

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After Valentine's Day, Kamikawa High School entered the final exam season.

Those winners in life who receive chocolates on Valentine's Day will, while learning, happily worry about how to give back.

After the final exams, school time becomes redundant and enjoyable.

Apart from deciding on the subject of second year study based on 'liberal arts, science and future preparation for national or private school entrance exams', there is nothing else to worry about.

As we step into March, the weather is still very cold in the mornings and evenings, but it is gradually getting warmer during the day.

When Toru Watanabe was jogging in the morning, he found that peach blossoms had already grown buds. Soon, the cherry blossoms would be in full bloom.

After school, Kujo Miki rarely appeared in the Human Observation Club.

"Qiono-san, I've been thinking about it for more than 20 days, but I still can't think of a good gift to give you in return. Can you please just tell me what you want?"

Opposite the beech table, Qingye Rin was reading a book.

"Solve your own problems yourself, don't ask me all day long."

"But don't you think it's too cunning?" Watanabe Toru said, "It's the same Valentine's Day, but girls only need to give chocolates, but boys give all kinds of gifts in return."

"The complexity of things has nothing to do with quantity. Even chocolate is divided into whether it is handmade or not. If it is not handmade, you can choose the packaging and flavor; if it is handmade, you can choose whether it is simply melted and solidified, or whether condensed milk, cocoa powder, or mustard are added..."

"Wait." Watanabe Toru raised his hand, "Waste?"

Qing Ye Lin raised her eyes from the book: "You didn't eat?"

"I put it up at home." Seeing Qing Ye Lin's surprised and disgusted expression, Watanabe Toru asked again, "Is this a disgusting thing?"

"Not really. What you consider a treasure is a personal matter. But it's best to eat it."

"You said it was a treasure, how can you eat it so easily?"

The club classroom was quiet for a moment.

"Watanabe-san..." Kiyono Rin hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Watanabe Toru asked.

"It's given every year anyway." Qingye Rin's voice was very soft.

"Ah? What for?"

Qing Ye Lin picked up his schoolbag and stood up: "I'm going to the wind band. I should be there for a long time. I will go back directly after the end. Remember to lock the door."

"Wait a minute! You haven't told me what gift you want in return, and March 14th is almost here!" Toru Watanabe picked up his schoolbag and followed.

Leaving the club classroom, the cheers of the sports club and the sounds of the wind band's instruments could be heard faintly.

The two walked side by side in the corridor, heading to the music classroom on the third floor.

"What do you want?" Watanabe Toru asked.

"Ah." Qing Ye Lin sighed, "After this is over, I'll take a walk on the street. If you find something I like, I'll ask you to buy it for me."

"That's good. But I used Meiji's money to buy you a gift. Don't you mind?"

"Isn't that better? Use her things on me." Qingye Rin smiled happily.

“…R-san.”

"What's up?"

"You are indeed a bad woman."

"Watanabe-san, I've said it many times, I've never been a good person. Also, I'm a girl, a beautiful girl."

"A beautiful girl, long dignified hair, a cool attitude, and long beautiful legs. She is perfect with all four elements. Please become my wife."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Qingye Rin frowned.

It seems that literary girl Ms. Kiyono doesn't read light novels.

"Watanabe-san is a well-read man." Without answering R-san's question, T-san praised himself.

When they arrived at the wind band, Kiyono Rin asked Hayami Kaoru to call everyone together.

Toru Watanabe leaned against the window and looked at the baseball field in the distance.

The coach was yelling at a base runner. I couldn't hear him, but he was probably yelling something like 'idiot! You idiot!'

The team member who was being scolded was used to it, and his sportswear was dirty with mud from the baseball field.

After taking a look, the members of the wind band gathered in the music classroom from the group practice room.

First, the flute and piccolo section that is closest to the music room, then the French horn section...

Finally, Toru Watanabe saw the bass part, and Asuka Mai was also in it.

The two looked at each other, and Asu Mai calmly walked to his side, facing Kiyono Rin.

"Senior, why are you here?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"Ichiki-san asked me to coach the bass part."

After saying that, Asuhi Mai seemed to feel that what she said was too short and seemed cold, so she added:

"She told me that on the day we watched the movie, it would start after the final exams."

"I see." Watanabe Toru nodded.

"I'll come later."

"after?"

"I went to college and practiced here on Saturdays and Sundays."

"As for the oboe, I can teach you, senior." Toru Watanabe wanted to say with a smile, but realized that there were outsiders around, so he restrained himself.

"Yeah." Asu Mai nodded.

After a moment of silence, she said softly, "I will move after the graduation ceremony."

"I'm looking forward to the graduation ceremony, the formal graduation ceremony, which I haven't seen before."

The two stopped talking, and Qingye Rin began to take turns having people blow her.

The first one is the clarinet guy.

After she finished playing, the other clarinet members would also write down what Kiyono Rin said to that member.

After all the instructions were completed, Asu Mai continued to stay in the bass part.

Toru Watanabe and Rin Kiyono ended their club activities early and prepared to buy Valentine's Day return gifts.

It was already starting to get dark, and the streetlights and vending machines were lighting up.

The two came to a side street.

There are residential buildings and shops on both sides of the street.

Most of the windows were dark, with only a small storefront in the far corner emitting bright yellow light that spilled onto the street.

The whole street was gloomy, but that store felt like a warm refuge from a storm.

"Let's go and take a look?" Watanabe Toru said to the store.

"good."

The two of them didn't chat deliberately. They would just exchange a few words when they occasionally thought of something or found something interesting in the window beside them.

The conversation started out of nowhere and ended abruptly.

But the atmosphere has always been relaxed, and it doesn’t matter even if one person talks occasionally and the other ignores him/her.

There were not many people on the street, except for a middle-aged man walking towards us on the left side of the road.

He was pushing a bicycle, holding the middle of the front of the bike with one hand.

The two of them walked closer and found that the shop was a very small bookstore that also sold coffee and desserts, or perhaps it was a coffee and dessert shop that also sold books.

"Buy a book?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"No, that's too good for you." Qingye Rin put his hand on his chin and thought seriously.

Miss Qingye like this is rare.

"Then what do you want?" Watanabe Toru asked casually, and it sounded like Kiyono Rin could have anything she wanted.

"What is your return gift to Kujo-san?" asked Kiyono Rin.

“I buy the most beautiful roses from Daejeon Flower Market every day and give them to her as good morning greetings.”

"A lie. But I want this."

"……no."

"Reason?" Qingye Rin asked with a smile, crossing his arms.

"How can friends send roses to each other every day?"

"Then you can put the roses in the club classroom as decoration."

“That’s fine.”