The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

Chapter 84: I am a willful child (2 in 1)

Night falls on earth.

The water vapor was thick, the floor was damp, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, and the clothes of the two people on the balcony were swayed by the breeze, a bit like transparent people dancing in clothes.

Yu Xian was born in his room.

Warm lamp, skylight, table, manuscript paper.

Accompanying him are the stars in the sky.

Before taking a bath and going to bed at night, Yuxian Zhisheng said to Xuezi, "Don't wait for me, I want to sleep by myself tonight."

Miyamoto Yukiko was startled and nodded slowly.

Then she watched the little brat walk into his own room.

Then she heard the click of the door lock.

Is he angry?

Miyamoto Yukiko stood in the corridor on the second floor for a while, scratching her head, seemingly confused.

Then she turned off the lights in the corridor, walked into her room, and locked the door.

She didn't want to lock the door.

But her delicate thoughts were hurt by the sound of the door lock.

She wondered why the child was angry.

It must be that I pushed Yu Xian too much and made him tired of it.

But I did it for his own good, and he didn't appreciate it.

Learning figure skating for free is a great thing. Even if you can’t learn figure skating for free, it doesn’t mean you can’t support yourself, so why are you so resistant?

And academic performance.

The school's head teacher just sent a message in the afternoon. He only got 23rd place in Yubao's mid-month exam this time. This score is only above average, not excellent. He is still far from the entrance score of Narita District No. 1 Junior High School. There is a big gap.

If you don't reach the level of the top ten in the class before graduating from elementary school, you are basically out of luck.

Unless...be prepared for the high borrowing fee in advance.

It seems that this money must be saved in advance.

Miyamoto Yukiko sighed, turned on the lamp, sat at the table in the room, and sketched in her small notebook. This was her family bill, which was written in Juanxiu's handwriting - "Yu Xian Zhisheng" s future'.

Here, I remember clearly the entry and exit of accounts, down to every living expense.

This month’s amount plan:

Cosmetics: lipstick 6,200 yen → CANMAKER lipstick 990 yen.

Spring shirt: shirt 38,000 yen → Special price shirt in the store is 5,200 yen.

Car: Nissan 240SX→Second-hand Santana 2000.

The former ones are intended to be saved or sold, while the latter ones are bought as replacements.

These valuable clothes, jewelry, and this small sports car that has been with me for many years were all bought by my mother before.

I didn't feel distressed at all when I wore them. Now that I plan to sell them all at second-hand prices, I feel a little sad.

But corresponding.

Yu Xian’s child’s book money: prepare 10,000 yen.

Pocket money: 5,000 yen this month.

Money for new purchases on game cards every month, money for going out with classmates, money for nutrition and meals...

One thing after another, everything goes up.

Miyamoto Yukiko put the pen between her lips and nose, hugged her cheeks, and looked out the window at the stars, the night wind blowing her bright eyes.

She suddenly laughed happily and dropped the pen.

It turns out that this is what raising a treasure feels like.

I feel a little bit like the state of mind my mother had towards me back then.

In the past, I never had the habit of keeping accounts. I never looked at how much money was in my bag. No matter how much I spent, it was always so much. It was as if there was a spatial interface between the bag and the bank's vault. As long as I stretched out my hand, I would definitely get the money.

Every time when I get back home after playing with my sisters tiredly, first grandpa puts money into his bag. After grandpa lets go, grandma will also put some money, then father comes too, and finally mother, nagging you to spend money. The money is too much, right?

While putting her share of money inside.

Also during the holidays, the parents of the Miyamoto Foreign Branch would also come to give money and give gifts.

She once felt that the world was so simple. As long as she wanted it, the stars in the sky would sleep next to her.

But everything that is easily obtained is lost so easily.

Together with the family's honor, dignity, and one's own life.

All turned into light smoke, like foam.

All because of that high-ranking female general in the State Council.

Five years ago, grandpa sacrificed the strength of the entire Miyamoto family in order to launch the Tokyo Kendo challenge for himself, barely allowing himself to remain innocent amidst such a huge momentum.

In the past five years, that woman has not come to see him again, as if she has forgotten him.

This made her sincerely happy.

When she was studying in Zending Fengting, she said that she was a child bride for her youngest son. I really wanted to smash that woman’s mouth!

The female general must not have thought that she would adopt a good child back, right? Now that she has a family and children, she will definitely not pester her anymore.

But compared to Yu Bao, I didn't like being pushed to practice swordsmanship in the past.

Suddenly remembering the words she had scolded him for being incompetent, cowardly and lazy at noon, Miyamoto Yukiko stood by the bed and fell down towards the pillow with a thump.

After a while, several muffled "I'm sorry" sounds came from the pillow.

...

Yuxian sat at the table, picked up a pen, and started writing and drawing on the paper.

The top is [World].

Two branch lines extend below.

[Dark World Defense]: Candy Samurai Company, Tokiyuka, Genwa Ichiryu, Shirasawa Rie, Rina Ryoko, Sawano Kazuki.

[Light Weapon]: None yet.

Then he was amused by his chuunibyou.

But the name is quite fitting.

‘Dark World’ refers to this era, and ‘defense’ refers to the power established to protect oneself. Some of the cards here can be used, and some require a favor to be used. Overall, the power is still very weak.

In this world, ordinary people can live a happy life, but there are also all kinds of troubles in life.

Small troubles are easy to solve, but when big troubles come, it is often a devastating blow to a family.

You have to prepare in advance.

For this family to be happy and peaceful forever.

He doesn’t want to be a card in someone else’s hand, but a person at the card table.

Since Xuezi chose to burn the envelope, she would definitely not accept the follow-up money. To put it mildly, she had to be strong in her life and not want to owe others favors. To put it worst, she was stupid.

But it’s also silly and cute, isn’t it?

In addition to being silly, she is also short-tempered and occasionally plays the role of a down-and-out young lady.

But she is not without her merits. She has a simple personality, chaste emotions, is willing to endure hardship, and is gentle to those around her.

No one is perfect.

Same for myself.

What's more, she is his most important family member.

Family members must tolerate each other.

Along with quirks, petty tempers, and bad habits, they are all tolerated.

Therefore, if you can’t help behind the scenes, you can only come to the front.

I have been dealing with things behind the scenes for so long that I almost forgot that I was still a child.

Yuxian Jisheng filled in after [Bright Weapon]: Genius Little Expert.

After filling it out, he smiled and shook his head.

Sending letters is no longer possible.

That can only be done openly to help her make money.

Although she thinks she won't make much money from writing fairy tales and drawing pen and ink drawings, I can help her as much as I can. She will definitely accept the royalties with peace of mind, and it will somewhat alleviate her anxiety about herself.

But on the other hand, I was a little impatient.

I want to get everything settled as soon as possible so that I can go fishing with peace of mind.

As a result, I haven't caught any fish yet.

Then let's do light and dark together.

[Dark World Defense] is used to make money and connect people. This identity never needs to be known by anyone, as long as it can bring you a steady stream of financial benefits.

But some glory must also be established on [Light Weapon].

Especially since he has to ask those bastards from Class S to work for him in the future, it would be impossible not to impress them one by one.

You can't hide your stupidity for too long.

Just one more chance to perform.

The Star Awards is a very good stage.

Yuxian Xiaosheng filled in after [Bright Weapon]: Starlight Awards Champion.

——You can officially join Class S tomorrow.

There is no need to worry about the most difficult copyright issue.

The shell of Candy Samurai Company is my best defense in this society.

If Dongda Art wants the copyright of its own music.

Then...

——Sorry, although I really want to contribute to Tokyo University Art, the copyright of these songs is not mine. These songs were taught to me by an older brother named Kenshi Yonezu when I was in the orphanage. He also taught me There are many, many musical instruments. If you don’t believe it, just call and ask the legal person of the company. The legal person of the company is that brother’s female friend.

The lines I wrote for Rie Shirasawa can come in handy.

——Perfect closed loop of defense.

Yukiko is right.

He couldn't hide behind her forever.

Staying by her side as an ordinary child now seems to be just my own unrealistic fantasy, which can only bring invisible pressure to her in vain.

...

In the early morning of the next day, the two of them sat at the dining table and had breakfast.

Yuxuan put a stack of manuscript paper on the table and pushed it to Miyamoto Yukiko opposite. Last night, he stayed up late writing until three o'clock in the morning before going to bed. The dark circles appeared again, and his whole body was listless and listless. Nibbling toast.

"Huh? The fairy tale you wrote?"

Miyamoto Yukiko held the bread in one hand and flipped through the fairy tales "The Ugly Duckling" and "The Princess and the Pea" on the manuscript paper.

"Yeah." Yu Xian nodded naively.

"The teacher at school asked me to write it, and I think it's pretty good, so I want you to help me publish it. Maybe I can earn some royalties. I also want to be a writer in the future, like that novelist named Shi Shen. Same."

"This fairy tale is interesting."

Miyamoto Yukiko browsed through "The Ugly Duckling" and smiled softly, "But in the end, this story is about blood. Although it is an ugly duckling, the blood flowing in its body is still the blood of a swan."

Yu Xian smiled naively and nodded.

"I will send it to the newspaper in Narita District for you, but this fairy tale may not be published. Don't have high expectations. If you are willing to work hard, I will be very happy." Miyamoto Yukiko said as she carefully The manuscript was placed in his bag.

"Well, if it can be published and you can still earn royalties, please accept it, Xuezi." Yuxian said softly, "I want to help you pay off your debts and do my best to the best of my ability."

You don’t need to ask about these things, Miyamoto Yukiko wanted to say that.

But he couldn't bear to dampen his hard-earned enthusiasm.

She nodded seriously: "Thank you, Zhisheng."

"I am your family, this is what I should do." Yu Xian swallowed the bread.

After breakfast, the two got in the car.

"Xuezi, I will work hard and I won't let you down. Please be patient with me." While fastening his seat belt, Yu Xianzhisheng said, "I want to be a very powerful person and protect my family. you."

Miyamoto Yukiko was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"I feel like you've become a little brighter," she said.

Maybe it's a woman's sixth sense. She always felt that he was dull before, as if he was hiding a lot of things on his mind, but today she suddenly felt that he had changed a little, and he made her feel warm when he smiled.

It's not a forced fake smile.

But a vibrant smile like a sunflower, warm and radiating light.

It’s cute when it’s dull, and it’s even cuter when the sun shines!

Miyamoto Yukiko couldn't help but rub his hair.

Yu Xian was a young boy holding his schoolbag and looking up at the golden sunshine dancing around.

He stared into the distant future.

And that dazzling future doesn't seem so far away.

"Yukiko."

"Well, what's wrong?"

"I'm a willful child, right?"

"Yes, he is a bit willful."

"Yukiko."