Tokyo Rebirth: Start From Picking Up Sayu

In this way, the two people came to a nearby hotel.

Kato Yusuke arranged for Shiyu to take a shower first, while he wore hotel pajamas and sent their soaked clothes for dry cleaning.

During this period, Yamaguchi called——

"Hey, Kato, what are you doing now?"

"Well... I'm spending time with my girlfriend."

"What? Are you going to show off your dog food as soon as you come up!? You've gone too far!"

Kato Yusuke listened to the resentful tone and let out a long sigh that was hard to explain.

"Unfortunately, things are not as sweet as you imagined. I won't explain the details."

"Damn! You bastard, are you still trying to arouse people's appetite? What's this arrogant attitude of "I have nothing to talk about with singles"? Go to hell! Yamaguchi cursed with a smile, his tone as cheerful as ever.

Kato Yusuke gently pressed his fingers between his eyebrows and said in a troubled manner: "Let's be more serious. What's the reason you called me?"

"Oh... by the way, are you free recently? Do you want to get together sometime?"

"Yes, yes, but can't we just send a message via LINE for this kind of thing? Is it necessary to call?"

"Ahem, by the way, remember to bring your science class notes when you come."

"What?"

"Um, didn't Takei and I fail the final exam this time? And then we two will take the make-up exam next week. You won't be willing to die without saving a good brother, right?"

Yamaguchi hesitated as he spoke, his tone no longer as relaxed as before, and he clearly lacked confidence in taking the make-up exam.

"That's it." Kato Yusuke suddenly understood and shook his head helplessly, "I understand, then you can call me after you decide on the time. I will come over then."

"That's interesting! Then it's settled!" Yamaguchi said very quickly, as if he was worried that he would regret it.

Just then, a couple walked over.

The woman held the man's arm tightly and said in a coquettish tone: "My dear, the room in this hotel is great. Let's come again next time~"

Yamaguchi on the other side of the phone was startled and immediately shouted: "Hey! Kato! Why do I seem to hear the hotel? You and your girlfriend are going to drink - beep!"

Without giving him a chance to continue questioning, Kato Yusuke hung up the phone without hesitation.

He quickened his pace and walked forward, but suddenly received a LINE message on his phone.

[Yamaguchi Takashi: Remember to wear a condom. 】

[Kato Yusuke: Go to hell! 】

The corners of Kato Yusuke's eyes twitched violently, and he replied with an emoticon of a man asking for a knife.

Pick yourself up and go back to your room.

Shiyu had already finished taking a bath and was sitting leisurely at the end of the bed, wiping her hair with a towel.

She was wearing a pure white bathrobe with a belt around her waist that tightly wrapped her slender waist. The long hair that reaches the willow waist is spread wetly, and is as beautiful as a water hibiscus.

Kato Yusuke paused in his steps and stopped for a moment.

This hotel provides two types of pajamas in the guest rooms.

One is his ordinary button-front pajamas, and the other is a bathrobe.

Since he was not sure which one Shiyu would choose, he had specially put both kinds of pajamas in the bathroom.

Now it seems that the other party seems to prefer the comfort of the latter.

"Ahem." Kato Yusuke coughed deliberately: "Xiao Shi, our clothes have been sent for dry cleaning. They should be delivered in a while."

Facing his conversation, Shiyu didn't even raise her eyelids, she just wiped her hair without saying a word.

Kato Yusuke felt bored, couldn't help but touch his nose angrily, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

The moment the door closed, Shiyu stopped what he was doing and glanced quietly towards the bathroom.

After a short while, the sound of shower water came outside, sounding unusually loud and clear in the quiet environment.

The girl shook her head vigorously, raised her fist and hammered her thigh, and muttered something vaguely.

"Reserved, elegant, calm, calm..."

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After taking a shower, Kato Yusuke slowly walked out with the residual warmth of the steam in the bathroom.

In the dim space, Shiyu was still sitting in the exact same position as before.

She crossed her legs and watched TV idly, but didn't react at all when he came out.

The hem of the loose bathrobe gently opened outwards, and the smooth curves of the inner thighs were also exposed, which was so beautiful that it was dazzling.

Kato Yusuke couldn't help but take a few more glances, his eyes slowly moved upward, and he found that her hair was still a little moist, glowing slightly in the dim light.

Because Shiyu refused to pay attention to him, the atmosphere in the room was a bit awkward.

Normally, he could go up and have some small interactions between lovers, but with so many things happening recently, it would inevitably make him a little timid.

Especially Shiyu's current attitude is very unclear.

The other party neither said they forgive him nor said they didn't forgive him.

This elusive place really made him unsure of what attitude to take.

He tried to find something to talk about, but at this juncture, he couldn't think of a joke.

He just stayed there for a while.

"Ahem..." He cleared his throat and reluctantly found a topic.

"Xiao Shi, it seems that your hair is not dry, so it is easy to catch cold. How about I help you blow it with a hair dryer?"

No response, as if not heard.

Seeing that she ignored him, Kato Yusuke simply brought a hair dryer and a comb, and connected the hair dryer's power cord to the socket near the bed.

Then he came close to Shi Yu and asked cautiously: "What about that, if you have no problem with it, Xiao Shi, I will do it?"

The girl was silent, but she didn't refuse either. She just watched the TV program intently.

Kato Yusuke took a look and found that it was about the Metropolitan Police Department's decision to strengthen the protection of minors and the report on the fight against crime in Kabukicho.

I don’t know how Shiyu would be interested in watching such a serious and stereotyped program.

He shook his head to get rid of distracting thoughts, bravely picked up the hair of the person in front of him, and turned on the hair dryer.

Buzzing~

The noise of the hair dryer echoed in Shiyu's ears. She couldn't help but frown slightly and said lightly: "It's so noisy."

"Oh, let me adjust it." Kato Yusuke quickly turned down the hair dryer by one gear and moved the machine further away. "Is this okay? Xiaoshi."

Shiyu hummed calmly and said, "You're blocking me."

"Oh, sorry." Kato Yusuke immediately stepped aside knowingly, being careful not to block her view with his body.

Shiyu's body leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on his crossed legs casually, and the dangling foot swayed up and down carelessly.

She stared straight ahead, her beautiful eyes flashing with a touch of pride, and her mind was not on the TV at all.

Kato Yusuke did not know this, and concentrated on handling the hair on his hands, like a dedicated barber.

The long, thick ink-colored hair was slightly damp, cold and smooth to the touch, like high-grade silk. It danced in the breeze, exuding the fragrance of shampoo and conditioner.

Kato Yusuke twitched his nose unconsciously, feeling a little bit throbbing for no reason, and he couldn't calm down.

Although there was an electronic clock in the guest room, the second hand seemed to be "clicking, clicking" in his mind, counting down the remaining time.

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, he randomly found a topic.

"...You know? Xiao Shi, I really didn't expect you to choose to jump into the river today. This is not like your style."

Shiyu curled his lips and replied in a neutral tone: "There are many things you didn't expect."

Kato Yusuke was slightly stunned. He didn't expect to get a response this time. He suppressed his excitement and continued the conversation.

"Although the river is not turbid, it is not a clear stream. I feel that the water there is a bit fishy, ​​and I don't know if it will leave a smell on my clothes."

According to his description, Shiyu instinctively imagined that scene, and his eyebrows knitted together in disgust.

She had just bought that set of clothes and had only worn them a few times. She would rather burn them if the smell of the river water would remain.

She said murderously: "If my clothes can't be washed, you should be prepared to commit seppuku."

"Huh? Haven't you heard Xiaoshi? Actually, it is not easy to cause death by committing seppuku..."

"I will be there to help correct the mistake and make sure you get out of trouble as soon as possible so that there will be fewer scumbags in the world."

Kato Yusuke's neck felt cold.

The so-called "Jie Cuo", to put it bluntly, is the executioner on the ancient execution ground, who specializes in beheading those who committed seppuku.

He laughed dryly twice and vaguely brought up the topic.

"I mean, this is the first time I've seen Xiaoshi diving today. She's very handsome."

Shiyu looked at him sideways and said sarcastically: "...like the prince who saves the princess?"

Kato Yusuke pondered seriously for a moment: "Well... because you were already in the water when I saw Xiao Shi, so you looked more like a drowned female ghost."

"——!"

Shiyu's eyes widened, and he was about to get angry, but then he heard this bastard suddenly change the topic and add something -

"However, this is the first time I have seen such a beautiful female ghost, and I will probably never forget it."

Kato Yusuke said this with a bit of emotion on his face, exuding a different feeling from the previous second, and his expression became gentle.

Shiyu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and responded in a cold tone: "...Who do you think caused me to suffer so miserably? You actually have the nerve to talk so shamelessly here."

Kato Yusuke secretly observed her expression and asked: "Xiaoshi, do you think my ability to blow dry my hair is okay?"

Shiyu sneered: "Ha~ I'm so sorry, I never comment on people or things that are not popular. It will only lower my style."

"As a reference for blow-drying your hair in the future, do you have any suggestions or requirements for me?"

Kato Yusuke's question was so sincere and natural that Shiyu didn't notice the trap in his words at the first time. He really picked out a lot of faults.

For example, the technique is poor, the temperature is uneven, the angle of the hair drying is uncomfortable, the speed is too slow, etc.

"I see, I've learned a lesson." Kato Yusuke nodded with admiration, ended the hair-drying service, and humbly asked for advice: "Xiao Shi, can I ask a question?"

Shi Yu said one word concisely and concisely: "Speak."

Then someone finally showed his fangs.

He blinked and joked wildly: "Xiao Shi, have you forgotten? You seemed to have said before that you were physically unable to accept me, right? Is this sentence invalid now?"

"…………What?"

Shiyu murmured in a daze, and finally reacted after two or three seconds. His whole face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was so angry that his orifices were filled with smoke.

Upon seeing this, Kato Yusuke quickly put down the things in his hands, and without hesitation, he bent his long legs and squatted at her feet, clenched his hands into fists, and tapped her slender calves gently and not heavily.

He had a flattering smile on his face and said to her "Don't be angry, don't be angry" while knocking back. He looked like a dog-legger.

Shiyu looked at him in astonishment, confused by this sudden development, and even forgot to be angry.

Kato Yusuke didn't feel there was anything wrong with his behavior at all. He looked directly into her eyes and spoke with utmost sincerity.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoshi, everything that happened recently is my fault. I have deeply reflected on it. Are you willing to give me another chance?"

Shiyu opened his mouth in a daze, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The person in front of her was Kato Yusuke, but he was not the Kato Yusuke she knew.

She has known him for so long and has never seen him show such a side to anyone, and now he is squatting at her feet...

Such a scene made her a little surprised. At the same time, she felt a mixture of joy and sadness, and she had mixed feelings in her heart.

Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Kato Yusuke thought for a while and struggled to say: "Can you, don't leave me?"

One sentence was packed with pleas.

He was like a big cat clinging tightly to its owner's legs, with a softer attitude and a softer tone. No matter how many emotions Shiyu had, they were dissipated little by little by him.

She looked at him with a sense of novelty, wanting to sarcastically mock him as she had done a few minutes ago, but for some reason she could no longer say it.

Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief, and said half helplessly and half speechlessly: "...Are you doing everything you can to please girls now?"

"How is that possible?" Kato Yusuke shook his head, "In my life, Xiao Shi is the first person I have ever seen like this."

Shiyu raised his eyes, "...meaning there will be a second, third, and fourth one in the future?"

"No, please forgive me for this." Kato Yusuke smiled bitterly: "To be honest, I am so embarrassed that I want to die. This kind of black history will never happen again."

Shiyu stared at him for a while, then reached out to brush his hair away, with a little complexity in his wine-red eyes.

"Yu-chan." She whispered, her tone ethereal and unreal, and her slender voice seemed to disappear into the air in the next second.

"——You are so used to receiving love from others that you no longer know how to love others, right?"

"...What?" Kato Yusuke couldn't help but be stunned, unable to follow her thoughts for a while.

Shiyu didn't mean to explain, but just poked his forehead with her slender fingertips.

"Remember what you said today. If it happens again, I will never forgive you again. Do you understand?"

Kato Yusuke nodded subconsciously and replied that he understood.

"That's good." Shiyu raised a warm smile, gently took his hand, guided it to the belt of her bathrobe, and said in a whispering tone:

"Now, untie it and come up and make love to me?"

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