The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo Chapter 84

Night falls on the earth.

The water vapor was dense, the floor was damp, and there was the sound of water splashing from the bathroom. The clothes of the two people on the balcony were swayed by the breeze, a bit like transparent people wearing clothes and dancing.

Yu Xianzhi was born in his own room.

Warm lights, skylights, desks, manuscript paper.

Accompanying him are the stars in the sky.

Before going to bed at night, Yu Xianzhi said to Yukiko, don't wait for me, I'm going 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 his head, as if he couldn't understand.

Then she turned off the lights in the hallway, went into her room, and locked the door too.

She didn't want to lock the door.

But the delicate mind was hurt by the sound of the door lock.

She made up her mind about why the child would be angry.

It should be that he pushed Yu Xian Zhisheng too much and made him annoyed.

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

What a great thing to learn figure skating for free, even if you can't learn it for free, it doesn't mean that you can't afford it, so why resist it?

and academic performance.

The head teacher of the school just sent a message in the afternoon. This time, Yu Bao was only 23rd in the mid-month examination. This grade is only above average, not excellent. There is a big difference.

If you don't reach the top ten in your class before graduating from elementary school, you're basically out of the game.

Unless... be prepared for high borrowing fees in advance.

It seems that this money has to be saved in advance.

Miyamoto Yukiko sighed, turned on the seat lamp, sat at the table in the room, and sketched on her small notebook. This is her family bill, and it was written in beautiful handwriting—'Yu Xianzhisheng' future'.

Here, the entry and exit are clearly remembered, specific to each living expense.

Amount plan for this month:

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

Spring shirts: 38,000 yen for shirts → 5,200 yen for special shirts in the store.

Car: Nissan 240SX → Used Santana 2000.

The front is intended to be saved or sold, and the latter is bought as a replacement.

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

I didn't feel distressed when I wore it back then, but now I plan to sell it at a second-hand price, and I feel a little sad in my heart.

But correspondingly.

Yu Xianzhisheng's book money: prepare 10,000 yen.

Pocket money: 5,000 yen this month.

New purchase money on the monthly game card, money to go out with classmates, money for nutritional supplements...

One after another, all going up.

Miyamoto Yukiko put the pen between her lips and nose, hugged her cheeks, and looked at the starry sky outside the window, the night wind blowing her sparkling eyes.

She suddenly laughed happily, and the pen fell with a clatter.

That's what it's like to have a baby.

I feel a little bit of how my mother felt about me back then.

In the past, I had the habit of keeping accounts. I never looked at how much money was in my bag. Anyway, no matter how much I spent, it seemed that the bag had a space interface with the bank's vault.

Every time I get tired of playing with my sisters and come home, first my grandfather puts money in his bag, then grandma also puts a share after grandpa let it go, then my father comes, and finally my mother, nagging you to spend The money is too much, and put her share of money in it.

And during the festivals, the elders of Miyamoto's outer branch will also come to stuff money and give gifts.

She used to think that the world was so simple, as long as she wanted, the stars in the sky would sleep beside her.

But everything that was easily gained was lost so easily.

Together with family honor, dignity, and own life.

All turned into light smoke, like bubbles.

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

Five years ago, grandfather sacrificed the strength of the entire Miyamoto family for his own challenge to Tokyo Kendo, and barely allowed himself to keep his innocence in this mighty momentum.

In the past five years, that woman has not come to find her again, as if she has forgotten herself.

It made her heartily happy.

When she was studying in Zenith Fengting, saying that she was a child bride for her young son, I really wanted to smash that woman's mouth!

The female general would never have thought that she would adopt a good child back, right? Now that she has a family and children, she will definitely not pester herself again.

However, compared to Yu Bao, the previous self also disliked being urged to practice swords.

Suddenly remembering the words he said at noon when he called him incompetent, cowardly and lazy, Miyamoto Yukiko stood by the bed and fell down on the pillow with a thud.

After a while, a few muffled sorry sounds came from the pillow.

Yu Xianzhisheng sat at the table, picked up a pen, and wrote and drew on the manuscript paper.

At the top is [World].

Two branch lines extend below.

[Dark World Defense]: Candy Samurai Company, Tokisuka, Gen and Ichiryu, Shirazawa Rie, Rinako, Sawano Kazuki.

[Light Weapon]: None at the moment.

Then he was amused by his own middle school illness.

However, the name is appropriate.

"Dark World" refers to this era, and "defense" refers to the power that has been established to protect oneself. Some of the cards in it can be used, and some of them need to be used in favor of others. Overall, the power is still very weak.

In this world, people can live happily as ordinary people, but there will be all kinds of troubles in life.

Small troubles are easy to solve, but big troubles are often devastating to a family.

You can't help but prepare in advance.

For this family to be able to live happily ever after.

He doesn't want to be someone else's card, he wants to be a person at the table.

Since Xuezi chose to burn the envelope, she would definitely not accept the follow-up money in the future. It would be silly to say that she would be strong and unwilling to owe others' favors in her whole life.

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

In addition to being stupid, she has a quick temper, and occasionally plays with the temper of the unhappy eldest lady.

But she is not without her merits. She has a simple personality, is emotionally chaste, is willing to endure hardships, and is very gentle to the people around her.

Nobody is perfect.

Same with myself.

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

Families have to tolerate each other.

Together with eccentricities, petty tempers, and bad habits, all are tolerated together.

Therefore, behind the scenes can not help, that can only come to the front.

I've been dealing with behind-the-scenes things for so long that I almost forgot I was a child.

Yu Xianzhisheng wrote in the back of [Light Weapon]: Genius Little Expert.

When he was done, he smiled and shook his head.

Sending letters doesn't work.

That can only help her make money in an open and honest way.

Although she thinks that writing fairy tales and drawing pen drawings can't make a lot of money, she can help her as much as she can earn. She will definitely accept the manuscript fee with peace of mind, and it will ease her anxiety about herself to some extent.

But on the other hand, he was also a little anxious.

Want to get everything out of the way early so I can go fishing in peace.

As a result, no fish has been caught so far.

Then let's come together.

[Dark World Defense] is used to make money and open up personal connections. This identity never needs to be known by anyone, as long as it can continuously bring economic benefits to oneself.

But there is also some glory to be built on [Light Weapon].

Especially in the future, I have to let the **** from Class S work for me, and I can't do it without convincing them one by one.

You can't hide for too long.

Just a chance to perform.

The Starlight Awards is a good stage.

Yu Xianzhisheng filled in the back of [Light Weapon]: Starlight Grand Prize Champion.

- You can officially join Class S tomorrow.

The most difficult issue of copyright is no longer to worry about.

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

If Dongda Art wants its own music copyright.

Then...

—Sorry, although I really want to work for Dongda Art, I don't own the copyright of these songs. These songs were taught to me by a brother named Genshi Yonezu when I was in the orphanage. He also taught me a lot. There are a lot of musical instruments. If you don't believe me, you can just call and ask the legal person of the company. The legal person of the company is the female friend of the brother.

The lines that I wrote to Shirazawa Rie myself can also come in handy.

-Perfect defense closed loop.

Snow is right.

You can't hide behind her forever.

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

In the early morning of the next day, the two sat at the dining table for breakfast.

Yu Xianzhi put a stack of manuscript papers on the table and pushed it to Miyamoto Yukiko. Last night, he stayed up late to write until 3:00 in the morning, the dark circles appeared again, and the whole person was listless and languid. nibbling on toast.

"Huh? The fairy tale you wrote?"

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

"Yeah." Yu Xianzhi nodded.

"The teacher in the school asked me to write it. I think it's not bad, so I want you to help me publish it. Maybe I can earn some royalties. Same."

"This fairy tale is interesting."

Miyamoto Yukiko browsed through "The Ugly Duckling" and smiled softly, "But isn't this story still about blood at the end. Although it is an ugly duckling, it still has the blood of a swan flowing in its body."

Yu Xianzhisheng smiled and nodded.

"I'll help you send it to the newspaper in Narita District, 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, carefully putting Manuscripts are placed in their own bags.

"Well, if you can really publish it and earn the manuscript fee, please accept it, Xuezi." Yu Xianzhi said softly, "I want to help you pay off the debt together and do my best."

You don't need to ask about these things, Miyamoto Yukiko wanted to say so.

But he couldn't bear to discourage his enthusiasm.

She nodded seriously: "Thank you, UU reading www.uukanshu.com childish."

"I'm your family, this is what I should do." Yu Xianzhi swallowed the bread.

After breakfast, the two got into the car.

"Xuezi, I will try my best, I won't let you down, please be patient with me." When wearing the seat belt, Yu Xianzhi said, "I want to be a powerful person and protect my family. you."

Miyamoto Yukiko was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"I think you've become a little bit more sunny," she said.

Maybe it's a woman's sixth sense. I always thought he was stuffy before, as if he was hiding a lot of things on his mind, but today I suddenly feel that he has changed a little bit, and when he laughs, it will make her very warm.

Not the kind of fake smile that was forced out.

It's a vibrant smile like a sunflower, warm and glowing.

It's cute when it's dull, and it's even more cute when it's sunny!

Miyamoto Yukiko couldn't help rubbing his hair.

Yu Xianzhisheng held his schoolbag and looked up at the golden sunlight.

He stared into the distant future.

And that bright future doesn't seem far away.

"Xuezi."

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Am I a willful child?"

"Yeah, it's a bit capricious."

"Xuezi."

"Um?"

"I also want to be a little more willful."

"What's the meaning?"

"I want to be No. 1 in Tokyo."

Yu Xianzhisheng smiled at her in the face of the grand sunshine.

— No, not just to be number one in Tokyo.

I also want to paint windows all over the earth, so that all the eyes in this world who are used to the night...

are used to light.

Chapter end