Tokyo Rebirth: Start From Picking Up Sayu

"You, can you understand Chinese???"

"Um... a little bit."

Kato Yusuke's answer made Hirakawa-sensei seem more enthusiastic, and he came up to him and hugged him by the shoulders.

"Yeah~~ Can you even speak Chinese? It's really hard to speak Chinese. Teacher, I study hard because my wife is a Chinese woman... You're amazing."

In the process of speaking, the other party continued to pat him on the shoulder, as if he could not express his inner joy without doing so.

Kato Yusuke's face showed a wry smile, but he also understood where the other party's Chinese came from.

Looking at Mr. Hirakawa's gentle gaze when he mentioned his wife, the couple must have a very good relationship on weekdays.

So he nodded slightly to show his approval, and said to the other party, "Although I only understand a little Chinese, I can still understand what Teacher Hirakawa is saying, such as those two um... tone particles."

Hearing his prompt, Hirakawa-sensei immediately reacted, then scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and said this.

"Ahahahaha, I'm sorry, I say it accidentally sometimes, and I didn't expect to meet you, teacher... I'll pay more attention next time."

Kato Yusuke shook his head and said it was okay.

It was only now that Ishikawa finally found the opportunity to interject: "Mr. Hirakawa, he doesn't seem to be joining the baseball club as you thought, do you know that?"

"what?"

Teacher Hirakawa was stunned for a moment, then asked the boy, "Is that true? Kato-kun?"

Kato Yusuke nodded affirmatively, "Sorry teacher, I never wanted to join the baseball club, and I already have a club."

"Is there a club??"

Teacher Hirakawa asked reluctantly, "What club did you join?"

The various sports clubs in the school flashed one by one in his mind, and Hirakawa frowned in thought.

According to his idea, if Yusuke participated in the clubs in charge of those teachers who were familiar with him, maybe he could get Yusuke to transfer to his side through the method of negotiation (PY).

After all, this kind of rare shooter who is a good seedling who has shown great talent,

A must for any baseball coach.

‘It’s a big deal, treat them to a kaiseki meal. 'Hirakawa-sensei can't help but think with some pain.

It's just that my wife's side may not be very easy to explain... I will have to ask Kato-san to help explain it.

There are so many thoughts in his heart, but his face is full of confidence, and he waits for Kato Yusuke to answer.

Even though he felt that the other party's expression was a little inexplicable, Yusuke said truthfully: "Although I am asking for leave during this time, I am a member of the art department for the time being."

"Art department???"

"Well, the art department."

A lot of question marks appeared above Mr. Hirakawa's head, and in his mind came the unrestrained figure of the opponent in yesterday's game.

No matter how he imagined it, he couldn't connect the boy in front of him with the art department.

Although from the appearance alone, it is quite suitable... but this is definitely not the reason why he will give up.

After a little thought, he asked the boy.

"Kato-kun, who is your class teacher?"

"It's first-year teacher Nakamura." Kato Yusuke responded casually.

Hearing this, Mr. Hirakawa nodded thoughtfully, "I understand, let's do it for now, we'll talk about the club later."

After saying hello to Yusuke, he called on Ishikawa to leave here together, not knowing if he was worried that the two sides would quarrel again, but the four-person team of the baseball club was left here.

"Kato-san."

"Kato-kun."

Himekawa Yoshiko and Megumi walked up together, and asked Yusuke with concern if he was okay.

Facing the latter's clear water-like eyes, the young man let out a sigh of relief and replied that it was nothing.

Seeing this, a boy in the group of four suddenly had a flash of light in his head, and then walked up and bowed to Kato Yusuke.

"You've worked hard, please use this if you don't mind."

As he spoke, he took out something from his uniform jacket and handed it over with both hands.

Another boy hurriedly jumped out to stop him, "Idiot, this is in front of the school gate, you idiot."

While talking, he helped cover the items in the former's hands with his hands.

"No, I just saw that Kato-san looked tired, so I thought about taking it out." The former defended himself.

The latter retorted unceremoniously: "Even so, at least go to the toilet or the place where no one is behind the sports warehouse!"

Then he turned his head to Yusuke and whispered, "Sorry bro, this guy is really stupid."

"Hey, what what?"

Jiazi said curiously: "What are you talking about? Could it be a special collection of books for boys?"

In addition to being startled at the beginning, Kako has regained her usual vitality at this moment.

Even Kei's eyes were filled with curiosity.

Looking at this scene, the boy who was blocking couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, then looked at Kato Yusuke and said, "...Brother, can you tell me this?"

So the two women turned their attention to him again.

Kato Yusuke frowned slightly, and then said to the boy: "Don't call me that way, just say anything else."

"yes, Sir!"

The boy looked around, and then kept his voice between several people and whispered: "This... is actually the cigarette that guy stole from the house..."

heard...

"What, is it this kind of thing..." Himekawa Yoshiko said disappointedly: "Well, although it does seem like something bad people would do, but I always feel like I can't explain it... Right, Xiaohui ?"

"...No way."

"Little...Mei?" Jiazi couldn't help muttering, the expression on his face was a little dazed.

The reason for this is that the expression on the girl who was her friend was something she had never seen before.

"That won't work, Kato-kun," the girl said.

"……Um?"

Kato Yusuke's eyes were slightly startled, and he asked with some hindsight: "What doesn't work?"

So the girl said it again: "Smoking, absolutely not allowed?"

"..."

What caught Yusuke Kato's eyes was an expression that theoretically shouldn't exist on the other's face.

The slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, the corners of the mouth curved downward, and the white and flawless face was dotted with a touch of ruddy.

Eyes that seemed a little lackluster on weekdays, were looking at him seriously at this time, with an inexplicable force.

It was like anger and exhortation, and there was also a hint of concern in it.

Every eyebrow is beautiful.

It is as vivid as a character walking out of a picture scroll, and it is touching.

There were waves in the boy's eyes.

After a long time, he nodded silently and said ok.