Tokyo: Who would still fall in love after being spoiled?

Chapter 60 The culprit for Takeda not being able to eat butter bread has been found

The address Natori gave him was an orphanage for "homeless" children.

The so-called "homeless" not only include orphans, but also children sent to welfare homes by their parents due to divorce, financial difficulties, serious illness, or even because "they didn't want children in the first place, but when they realized it was too late."

Regardless of whether they are orphans or not, and why they came.

This welfare home, located near the old residential area of Sumida, accepts all of them.

In addition to the boarding building and canteen, the welfare home also has a kindergarten and a primary school.

Football fields, badminton courts, baseball fields...all of these are shared by elementary school students and older children.

Junior high school after elementary school is still compulsory education, and students can still attend free of charge if there are corresponding cooperating public schools.

In high school, just like other children growing up in a normal family, they need to choose which school to apply to and attend.

But it is said that the businessman who funded this welfare home is extremely generous, and the subsidy ratio is as high as 90%, whether it is public or private.

He registered with the guard at the secondary entrance next to the welfare home's main iron gate. When he entered the welfare home, there were already several boys who were about one or two years younger than him playing basketball in the basketball court.

There is no stadium-sized playground, so children doing morning exercises run along the edge of the baseball field and then spread out inside the field to do exercises.

In front of the main building of the welfare home, like the boarding house where he had lived before, there was a small flower bed, and in front of the flower bed was a flag-raising platform.

There is no wind today, and the flag hangs motionless.

Sakurai and Natori were standing under the listless flag waiting for him.

"Good morning! Inoue-san." Sakurai waved as soon as she saw him, ran towards him, and bowed to him directly, "I should apologize for what happened before..."

Afraid he would run away.

"Good morning." Natori also walked over and slowly looked from his shoes to his face.

"Can't recruit anyone?" He was referring to their so-called Listening Ears Club.

"More than that..." Natori shook his head and told the truth, "The idea of establishing a club only started this semester."

"That's why Zou-chan transferred to Kitasakura High School," Sakurai added.

"We've started planning this semester. Amano-san is transferring to Kita-Sakura High School. What happens next?" He looked at the flower bed and noticed that there were many flowers there that were different from those in the boarding house.

"After that..." Natori paused, his tone dropping slightly, "No one wanted to join the piano club."

"There's even less of a piano competition club," Sakurai added.

"Then why not consider broadening the conditions?" he asked.

"It must be done by people who have both the ability and time, and who are willing to do this," Natori said, with his own considerations and persistence. "The initial members will likely become core members in the future. If even the core members only do it on a whim, it's possible that it will grow to a scale that has an impact on a larger area..."

"I'm saying," he withdrew his gaze from the flower bed and, like Natori and Sakurai, looked towards the large iron gate of the orphanage, "you don't have to limit yourself to piano or music. Ask more members of other clubs, or classmates... like the SOS Brigade, the Service Club, the SSS Brigade, the Neighbors Club..."

He took the many strange clubs in anime works as examples and found that only the original intention of the establishment of the SSS club had some reference value.

As for how things develop...he must have made a mistake in seeking answers to real-life problems in anime.

"I've already asked everyone I could. It's not a good idea to bother other clubs, right? In a way, isn't that poaching?" Natori considered his opinions carefully and answered them one by one. "Also, what are those things after that..."

"Nothing." He ended the subject.

"Probably... some club from anime. I only recognize the SOS Brigade... It's completely different from 'Whisper of the Heart', right?" Sakurai complained.

"Does Inoue-san like watching anime?" Natori asked.

"Otaku..." Sakurai-san, please watch your words. Be careful he might turn around and leave right now.

"Ah... I actually quite like watching it," Natori said sheepishly.

Watching anime but not knowing any of them?
"Naruto, Crayon Shin-chan, Detective Conan, those..." Natori listed them like the back of his hand. "Interesting, right? Like the Shadow Clone Technique! If I could learn it, I wouldn't have to worry about the number of members required to form a club."

"Everyone would watch what Natori-san said, right?" Sakurai retorted, "But what Inoue-san said is obviously only watched by serious anime fans."

"I think these are part-time jobs. I draw some cartoons to make money." He was too lazy to argue. He wanted to distance himself from the so-called otaku first and keep himself out of trouble.

Although the works he cited as examples are not as popular as popular comics, they are still quite famous works in the seasonal or semi-annual series.

If I watch a few more movies, I won’t be considered a otaku.

While waiting for the arrogant Miss Amano, Sakurai and Natori chatted about everything from clubs to anime, the latest pop music, and their outlook for this year's Red and White Song Festival...

There is no end to the topics that high school students can talk about.

Or perhaps it could be said that the less you have in your heart, the easier it is to talk about it.

As we grow older, our minds become more complicated, and chatting in our free time becomes a daily triviality.

After the trivialities, there is only silence.

Miss Amano, who arrived late, took a taxi.

The expected low-key, high-end black sedan did not appear.

When he came down, he was holding two large oil-paper bread bags stuffed full of steaming hot bread.

"There's more in the taxi." She saw Sakurai and Natori rushing over, then looked at him who was walking slowly behind them, and asked for help.

"So many!" Sakurai exclaimed when he saw the grand scene in the back seat of the taxi.

"Actually, it's not enough..." Amano poured cold water on her.

"Considering the total number of children in the orphanage, it seems a little too few..." Natori helped carry out two bags of bread and signaled with his eyes for him to come over and help.

As he approached the taxi, the familiar aroma of baking filled his nostrils.

Look at the shop name printed on the oil-paper bread bag...

Well, it turns out that Miss Amano has reserved all the cream bread and red bean bread for this morning.

This led to Takeda trying the fried noodle bread, which he had never eaten before, and then complaining to him...

Thinking about it this way, in addition to treating Takeda to a big meal, he also had to return the gift to Amano.

"By now, the children in the welfare home have finished their breakfast, right?" He helped carry the last two large bags of bread from the back seat of the taxi and asked Mingqu.

"Hmm..." Natori nodded.

"You can eat bread after breakfast, right?" Sakurai, who had poor comprehension ability, interrupted.

"Yes, we've finished eating." Amano glanced at him and chuckled, "So, I'll have to trouble Inoue-san to help take charge of an area."

If they haven't had breakfast yet, it can be distributed to each child in the welfare home through breakfast delivery, which saves time and effort and they don't have to do it themselves.

Unexpectedly, Amano was the only one in the Listening Club who could follow his ideas.

The future is dark...

(End of this chapter)