Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 60 Hiding

Summer days are long, and the neon lights haven't come on yet. The evening sun shines on the girl's long hair, making it sparkle.

He ran all the way from the teaching building to the gate, without even having a chance to stop and catch his breath, and immediately headed towards the tram station.

The wind was whistling in my ears. I wondered if I was hallucinating, but it sounded like someone was calling me.

Mio Takahashi didn't stop walking. Even if someone called her, she didn't have time to stop and exchange pleasantries.

If I had to describe how I feel right now, it would probably be hot.

My body feels hot, my face feels hot, my heart feels hot...

It felt like boiling water at 90 degrees Celsius in a kettle, my heart was bubbling with anxiety.

Aside from the heat, all that's left is regret.

If I had called my mother earlier, none of this would have happened.

The statement I made to my mother on the phone, "I'm too busy, I don't have time," was half true and half false.

I am indeed very busy, but not to the point where I have no time to make phone calls.

I thought about calling my mother several nights in a row, because there were so many things I wanted to say to her.

But what can be said?

The story of how he was in debt of two million yen, stuck in a quagmire, and then rescued by Shiratori Seiya?

He told his mother how strange this person was, that he didn't covet anything of his own, and was even willing to give her money to help him pay off his debts.
He said he discovered that his ex-girlfriend was actually Hojo Shione? The singer he used to really like?
And several of his ex-girlfriends still have feelings for him? He's now caught in a love triangle...

He's actually a lyricist/composer?
He said he has finally found a dream worth fighting for, and he wants to become a star?

He said he had been studying and training hard these past few days, and he was so tired that sometimes he didn't even have the strength to cry.

I can't say any of these things.

After thinking it over carefully, I could only remove my finger from my mother's phone number and silently stare at the ceiling to process it all by myself.

It's obvious that even a mother wouldn't understand.

I don't believe that there is such a stupid person as Shiratori Seiya in the world, and I don't believe that he is really that good to me.

They would definitely think he was a fraud, just as they initially thought.

You'd never know how good he is until you've personally experienced his care...

However, it's not all good. This guy is actually quite a jerk. He's so beautiful, yet he's not tempted at all. Even now, he hasn't done anything sexual to her.

Although I'd probably be terrified if I actually did it, I won't...

I was a little disappointed...

It's as if I have no charm at all in his eyes, even though the training teacher is so strict and has praised my outstanding appearance.

Is the threshold set too high?

hateful!

I still can't help but wonder if he did anything intimate with those women...

Of course, what's most infuriating about him is that he still maintains contact with his ex-girlfriend; that's truly outrageous.

However, he kept his distance and did not cross any boundaries.

Even though he had said all that, including things like "Don't worry about me, it's okay to date Hasegawa Saori," he still didn't agree.

That feeling of taking care of myself, that cautiousness, made me feel like I was being held in the palm of someone's hand.

But he doesn't love me...

Every time I think about this, I feel angry.

I have to make him like me.

However, now is not the time to think about these things.

Mio Takahashi caught the train, panting, and leaned against a corner, scrolling through her phone's contacts, trying to call her cousin to ask where she was.

However, when the call was made, it was answered that the number was not in service.

Mio Takahashi paused for a moment, then couldn't help but sigh, her red lips slightly pouting, her delicate eyebrows furrowing into an inverted V. She actually changed her phone number...

Then I scrolled through my friends list again, swiping up and down for a long time, and finally found the other person's account.

Mio Takahashi's eyes lit up, and she quickly sent a message to the other party:

"Sister Weixi, I heard from Mom that you needed to come see me. I'm so sorry, I just came from school. Where are you now?"

However, the message was sent but received no reply until the tram arrived at the station; it remained unread.

Is he too busy or what?

A wave of anxiety washed over her again. Mio Takahashi pursed her lips, not having time to think too much, and hurried home.

Miki Takahashi was five years older than her.

The time when I was most familiar with her was before high school. During holidays, I was kept under strict watchful eyes, so the thing I looked forward to most was when my cousin came to visit. Back then, she would always take me out to play.

Shopping, amusement parks, movies, and I even took myself to karaoke...

However, we've rarely been in touch since high school. I guess she's been working very hard in college.

It's been several years since we last met. My memory isn't exactly hazy, but I can't recall many of the details.

The only thing that impressed me was that my cousin's personality was much stronger than mine. Even though her family background was similar to mine, both of us being old-fashioned, she boldly announced that she wanted to be a model when she was still in high school.

As far as I can remember, she had a big argument with her uncle and supposedly ran away from home for a week before being found in an internet cafe in a neighboring city...

When I first learned about this, it was impossible not to be surprised, but I was mostly afraid.

If I were her, I definitely wouldn't have such a strong heart.

Subconsciously putting herself in her cousin's shoes, the thought of facing her father's scolding filled her with fear...

But deep down, I also secretly admired Miki Takahashi.

No matter what, it's incredibly cool to be able to boldly say what you want to do.

So after starting university, I subconsciously dyed my hair a similar color to hers.

However, upon closer reflection now, my cousin's dream seems rather unrealistic.

Putting aside her appearance, I remember her being quite pretty, but her height was only about the same as mine.

To become a runway model, you need to be at least 1.7 meters tall. Unless you're going to be a print model, being 1.6 meters tall is really not competitive.

I wonder how things are now...

While her mind was wandering aimlessly, Mio Takahashi found herself standing downstairs at her apartment building without realizing it.

She felt a little relieved when she didn't see her cousin. When she got upstairs to her front door, she still didn't see her, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then quickly closed the door, threw his bag aside, and started packing without even changing his shoes.

First, there were the luxury goods he had bought before, and then there were the clothes that Shiratori Seiya bought for himself, each costing tens of thousands of yen...

Miki Takahashi is no country bumpkin; she reads magazines frequently and probably knows more about luxury goods than I do.

The two people come from similar backgrounds, and logically speaking, they shouldn't have so much money. If others saw it, they would definitely notice something was wrong.

It's easy to think about taking out online loans or...

Of course, that's secondary.

After stuffing all her clothes into her suitcase, Mio Takahashi put her hands on her hips to catch her breath, and then hid away the performance materials and teaching materials she had recently been reading.

If my cousin finds out and tells my mother, my father will definitely find out too.

Then I'll be in deep trouble, and my dream of becoming a star will probably be nipped in the bud...

'jingle.'

I had just put the books into the cardboard box when the doorbell suddenly rang in my ear.

Mio Takahashi was startled. She kicked the cardboard box under the bed, glanced around briefly to make sure everything was alright, and then hurried toward the door.

"coming."

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(End of this chapter)