Chapter 99 Dance Rhapsody (Part 2)
This is a large luxury mansion adjacent to Tokyo Bay.
Walking into the magnificent living room, you can see the yacht docked at the dock behind the large and bright floor-to-ceiling windows on the left. Another group of guests has just disembarked and entered the living room.
The large lights are hung from the four-story ceiling, providing bright but not glaring light.
The guests were toasting each other, and elegant waiters carrying drinks were walking around.
Even at a ball like this, when Kujo Miki walked into the venue arm in arm with Watanabe Toru, everyone subconsciously looked over at them - perhaps because of the power of the Kujo family, or perhaps because of the two's outstanding looks.
"Good evening, everyone," Kujo Miki said with a smile, and introduced Watanabe Toru to everyone, "This is my boyfriend, Watanabe Toru."
After saying this, she stared at Watanabe Toru with her dark and bright eyes without blinking.
"Good evening, I'm Toru Watanabe." Toru Watanabe smiled and nodded.
This rare smile, when he smiled at them, all the stars tonight fell on the ball.
The handsome and tall boy stood casually, with his hair not deliberately combed back. He was so confident that he seemed like the owner of a luxury house who had just come down from the third floor, and greeted the guests warmly.
A girl's soft cry could be faintly heard from the living room.
Kujo Miki smiled with satisfaction as she looked at Watanabe Toru's profile. Then she looked around the living room with her eyes flashing with provocation and complacency.
It's like telling everyone: 'My stuff is the best.'
The host of the ball came up to them. They were a couple, the man in a tuxedo and the woman in a kimono.
During the greetings, Toru Watanabe learned that the two had the same surname.
Although I don't know what the other party is specifically doing, the 'Ichijo' who can interact with Kujo Miki is definitely an 'Ichijo' who belongs to one of the 'Five Regents'.
The larger the Kujo family's network of relationships, the more headaches Watanabe Toru has.
Kujo Miki's status in this banquet was obviously the highest, because people kept coming to say hello to her, and she was just waiting for others to greet her.
However, when they were actually talking, Kujo Miki appeared to be very polite, using honorifics to address everyone, and even acting as a junior most of the time.
"Nine!"
A girl in a blue dress came over, and next to her was a boy in a tuxedo and a girl in a light green dress.
Watanabe Toru, who was so bored that he swallowed countless yawns, finally perked up.
He still had a smile on his face, his eyes completely focused on Kujo Miki - this action drew envious glances from the women around him, but his peripheral vision was directed at the three people.
According to convention, these three should be the 'villains'.
"Kujo," the two girls greeted each other warmly, and then immediately said as if they had memorized the speech, "Your boyfriend is so handsome and charming."
Kujo Miki pursed her lips and smiled: "It's OK, just barely."
Well, it seems these two are not.
Watanabe Toru looked at Kujo Miki with a smile that said 'there's really nothing I can do about you', and glanced at the boy in the tuxedo.
There has to be one 'rebellion', right?
"Hello, I'm Ying Sidao." The boy extended his right hand in a friendly manner.
"Hello, Toru Watanabe."
The two shook hands.
"Are you interested in cars?" asked the boy named Ying Sidao.
Is this a show of a rich second-generation showing off his car? Watanabe Toru was thinking this when the girl in the blue dress said, "Takashi, you really like cars. You told me as soon as we met!"
"What do you know!" Ying Sidao replied impatiently, and then looked at Watanabe Toru expectantly.
“I’m interested, but I don’t understand it at all.”
"It's okay if you don't understand!" Ying Sidao was excited as if he had found a kindred spirit. "My family has a racing track in Shizuoka, and I have formed an amateur racing team. Can we go and try it together tomorrow?"
"Racing?"
"I am a professional..."
"He's a professional racing driver! I've said it a thousand times!" The girl in the light green dress rushed to finish her words.
Takashi Doji had an unhappy straight man expression, like a chuunibyou boy who was interrupted while shouting his special move.
He ignored the girl and continued to say to Watanabe Toru, "The two new Lamborghinis I ordered just arrived. As a gift, I'll give you one. How about going for a run tomorrow and driving it away?"
"ah?"
"Oh, right!" Ying Sidao slapped his forehead, "You probably don't have a driver's license yet, so let me have someone take it to you. But it's totally fine to try it on the racetrack, the traffic police can't do that. Let me tell you, my time for one lap is 1 minute and 39 seconds, do you know that much..."
"Wait." Watanabe Toru quickly interrupted him.
"He's like that. Once he starts talking about driving, he can't stop." The girl in the blue dress said rudely.
Kujo Miki turned around and said to Watanabe Toru, "Do you want one? If you want one, I'll buy one for you."
“…”
Are all the topics of rich people so boring?
"No need. When I said I'm interested in cars, I meant karts and motorcycles," Watanabe Toru said perfunctorily.
But it's not nonsense. Motorcycles are standard for driving, and karts are his personal interest.
"Go-kart? What's the point of that toy car?" Ying Sidao finally said something that sounded like a rebellion.
"You are so rude!"
"Everyone has different interests, so how can there be any distinction between high and low?"
The two girls stood up for him.
"What do you know?" Ying Sidao ignored them and said, "Watanabe, I'll have someone send the car to you. If you want to play, feel free to find me. I'll teach you how to drift."
“…Really.”
"What if you want to play with it? And interests can be developed!" Ying Sidao was anxious, and he seemed to be severing the friendship with him if he didn't accept the Lamborghini.
Although they had only met for five minutes, there was no friendship between them.
Toru Watanabe would never think that the other party really wanted to recommend him racing and gave him a Lamborghini for free. It was just for the sake of Miki Kujo.
"If I'm interested someday, I'll definitely go to your racetrack. I won't need the car. A gentleman doesn't take away what others love."
"Okay." Ying Sidao looked quite regretful, "You must come."
The three of them exchanged contact information with Toru Watanabe and went to say hello to the others.
"Why not accept it? The car bought by Takashimichi costs 60 million yen each." Kujo Miki said meaningfully.
"Sixty million yen is nothing to me." Watanabe Toru smiled and put his hands on her slender waist, staring into her eyes, "I am with you not for money, but for something more important."
"What?"
"you guess?"
"You're so smooth-talking." Kujo Miki took his hand away and forced them to return to the arm-in-arm position just now. "But I'm very satisfied with your performance since just now. I'll buy you whatever you want."
"real?"
"What do you like?"
Watanabe Toru leaned close to her ear and said, "I like you."
Kujo Miki twisted his side.
"hiss--"
"I'm yours, no need to buy me." She gave a mischievous smile.
Watanabe Toru's heart skipped a beat, and he once again deeply realized the fact that "Kujo Miki is a devil."
This dance was just as Kiyono Rin had said. There was nothing special to pay attention to. After saying hello to the host of the dance, you could do whatever you wanted.
If he had not been brought here by Kujo Miki, Watanabe Toru would have been happy to attend the event to broaden his horizons and taste the variety of food on the long table one by one.
Entrance and cocktail party time is from 7:30 to 8:00, and the formal dance is from 8:00 to 10:00.
Before 8 o'clock, Miki Kujo took turns greeting various people. Although the topics they talked about were more boring than racing, Toru Watanabe had no choice but to stay with them.
His behavior was not strictly in accordance with etiquette, but his words and actions were full of confidence, giving people a sense of transcendence as if he had seen through the rules and regulations. Others would never have the idea that he was ignorant of etiquette.
The figures of the two were followed by the eyes of the people in the venue from beginning to end.
Watanabe Toru didn't encounter any "rebels", but many girls glanced at him with rosy cheeks, which reminded him of senior Mai when he was doing things.
It's really terrible.
Fortunately, he didn't click [Charm: Smile] just now, otherwise he might really become a person with facial paralysis in the future.
At eight o'clock, to the sound of warm cocktail music, Kiyono Rin, wearing a light blue dress, walked into the venue.
Her beautiful, young and dreamy figure finally drew some attention away from Watanabe Toru and the other man.
But apart from saying hello, no one would stay around Qingye Rin.
After all, as an upper-class person, it is the wisest choice for him to stay away from the "lie detector".
Watanabe Toru picked up the juice and toasted to Kiyono Rin who was already eating in the corner, expressing his infinite envy.
Kiyono Rin returned the favor with a goblet of clean water, then took a sip like a lone victor, staring at Watanabe Toru with eyes full of pride and mockery.
The lights slowly dimmed and the melody of the waltz accompaniment sounded.
In the venue, the male partner and his female partner smiled knowingly at each other, then hugged each other, and danced the waltz with their limbs entangled and their bodies close together.
Watanabe Toru turned his head and saw Kujo Miki looking at him with a smile.
After taking a deep breath and making a gesture of invitation, Kujo Miki placed her hand in his palm.
Toru Watanabe put his arms around her slender waist, held her hand , and performed the basic steps of the waltz.
"How was the dance?" Miki Kujo asked with a chuckle.
Toru Watanabe felt the softness of her body, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and the sweet and moist breath coming from her mouth.
"It's so stupid. Why don't we hold hands and go to the movies?" Watanabe Toru complained and added, "Of course, being able to hold your waist like this is what I want most."
While he was talking, he silently : On the first beat, the man retreats to the left, the woman advances to the right; on the second beat, the man crosses to the right, the woman crosses to the left; on the third beat, both sides put their feet together...
"Then let's go to the movies next time."
"Does my performance today count as a pass?"
"Just barely..." Kujo Miki, who was smiling just now, suddenly turned cold.
Watanabe Toru smiled awkwardly and said, "I didn't mean it."
"You are the first person who dares to step on me."
Watanabe Toru thought about it and pretended to be jealous: "You have danced with other men?! That's right, for you young ladies, dancing is just a part of life..."
Miki Kujo raised her heel and stepped on the instep of Toru Watanabe without any hesitation.
“Woooooooooooooo!!!”
Watanabe Toru was sweating profusely, and he consciously put his arms around Kujo Miki's waist, letting her lean against his body quietly.
One is the pain, and the other is the worry that my acting skills will be seen through.
"I want you to learn a lesson and not take my words to heart." She buried her face in Watanabe Toru's arms and danced softly. "But you look cute when you're jealous. I'll forgive you this time."
With Toru Watanabe in his arms, he felt terrified as if he had survived a disaster. Then he finally remembered what happened at the Shinagawa Aquarium - Miki Kujo didn't like others touching her.
'Could it be that she really likes me? ' This thought flashed through Watanabe Toru's mind.
It was normal for him to be liked. Eight out of ten girls in school were willing to be his girlfriend, one was already his girlfriend, and the last one was Kiyono Rin.
Toru Watanabe wanted to observe Kujo Miki's expression, but unfortunately, she rested her face on his chest, and only she knew what she was thinking.
After dancing a dance, Kujo Miki said she had something to do and left temporarily - actually she was going to the bathroom or to touch up her makeup.
But she didn't wear any makeup, so Watanabe Toru was sure she was going to the bathroom.
Finally, the break came. Toru Watanabe quickly looked around the venue and saw Kiyono Rin eating slowly in the corner.
The lights on the dance floor changed, the shadows of people intertwined, and the composition of the crowd changed again and again, but she was always the only one there.
Watanabe Toru walked over confidently.
Qingye Rin was removing the seeds from a watermelon with a fork in her hand. When she saw him coming over, she smiled.
"Watanabe-san, what are you doing here? Are you planning to invite me to dance?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Tell me what's delicious? I'm starving!"
"..." Qing Ye Lin thrust the fork into the watermelon flesh fiercely, "You are such an infuriating man."
She sighed and listed the dishes that she thought were good.
Toru Watanabe took a plate and piled all those things on it.
"Didn't I tell you that you can only put four items on the plate, and they must be small amounts. You can take as many as you like."
"Why bother with that?" Watanabe Toru ate a piece of golden roasted suckling pig. "The people who made these rules are far inferior to me. Why should I submit to the constraints of the weak?"
"You sound more and more like your girlfriend."
"What kind of meat is this? Why does it taste raw?"
"Lamb, medium rare."
"It's too old. I usually just go after the sheep's butt and gnaw on it." Watanabe Toru deliberately said sarcastically. He has never been used to eating things with blood.
"puff--"
Because of the sudden smile, Qingye Rin almost lost her balance on the plate with the watermelon on it.
She smiled while trying her best to keep herself calm, her fair face turning a cherry red.
Watanabe Toru had no intention of making her laugh; he just said this old joke without thinking.
But being able to make Kiyono Rin laugh is not bad, as the saying goes, beauty can make a person laugh...
"What are you doing here?" At some point, Miki Kujo was standing beside him with one hand on his waist.
"…Come say hello to my classmates and have something to eat."
"You two have a good relationship. You can smile like this when you greet each other." Miki Kujo looked at Toru Watanabe with eyes that showed no emotion.
"It's just so-so." Watanabe Toru picked up the medium-rare lamb with a fork and fed it to her mouth, "Meiji, you must be hungry too, try it."
Miki Kujo glanced at him, bit down with her teeth, then immediately let go with a frown.
"I don't like this, you eat it."
"ah?"
"Um?"
“…Delicious!” Watanabe Toru chewed the food in big mouthfuls and decided to buy some anthelmintic on the way back.
Kujo Miki took the fork from his hand and forked a piece of ham for herself: "Does Kiyono-san still not have a dance partner this time?"
"Since when has having a boyfriend become something to brag about? You were just like me at the last dance, and you danced with me for a while. Do you think you're so proud of me? How superficial." Qingye Rin responded bluntly.
"It seems like you really care about this kind of thing. I didn't say anything. Could it be that you are secretly thinking about men..."
"Forget it, forget it. There are so many people here, let's go back to school. No, let's argue again next time school starts." Watanabe Toru quickly stopped Kujo Miki. His sixth sense told him: if they continue arguing like this, the war will definitely spread to him.
"Are you helping her or me?" asked Miki Kujo.
"You're my girlfriend, who do you think I should help? But there's no need." Watanabe Toru snatched her fork and ate the remaining half of the ham: "Let's go eat something else, I'll pick it up for you."
He put the fork on the plate, freed one hand to put his arm around Kujo Miki and walked towards the food area.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Salmon. What's wrong with the food on your plate? It's all stuff I don't like. Change it for me, you hear me?"
While listening to Kujo Miki's instructions, Watanabe Toru secretly turned around and gave Kiyono Rin a smug smile.
Qingye Rin spat out a black watermelon seed on the plate.
"What's wrong with this woman? She has no gratitude at all!"
