I save beautiful girls in Tokyo

Chapter 111 The Teacher's Promise

Investing in private equity is just a small episode of this week, and another small episode is that Miss Xiaoxiang didn't show up this week.

He ran into Senior Nishino by chance on Tuesday afternoon, and he knew that Miss Xiaoxiang had taken a long vacation.

Presumably because of Grandpa Inagawa's heart transplant, he called Miss Xiaoxiang on the way home from school.

It turned out that Qianhualiu answered.

It turned out that Miss Xiaoxiang was far away in Los Angeles, California, the United States at this time. Makoto Jingong guessed that the heart transplant would still be performed in the United States.

At that time, when analyzing Xiaoxiang's knot, Chika Ryu mentioned that Dr. So-and-so was concerned about the conditions of Tokyo's operating room and suggested that the surgery should be done in the best operating room in the United States.

After hanging up the phone, he had doubts.

In the last incident, Sister Xiaoxiang was in the form of a giant panda most of the time, and the subsequent panda girl was also extremely cute.

'Does Miss Xiaoxiang remember those things? "

It doesn't matter to him whether he remembers or not, he is worried that Miss Xiaoxiang will miss the chance to reconcile with Mrs. Inagawa.

The rest of the time is spent almost all in study, and I feel like I have returned to the third year of high school in my previous life.

Facts have proved that if you want to be superior academically, get admitted to a prestigious university, and create more opportunities for your life, whether it is China or an island country, the question-sea tactic is a universal approach.

If you want to get something back, you have to pay, it is an eternal truth.

From Monday to Friday, there are more than 12 homework papers every day, and it reaches a peak before the self-study class on Saturday afternoon.

Hiroki Fujii and Taishi Kadoda counted one by one, and finally came up with an astonishing number.

122 sheets!
Why are there so many, why are there classes on Saturday?
Because starting tomorrow is Golden Week, a seven-day long holiday.

For the students of professional high schools, public high schools or general private high schools, Golden Week is an extremely happy seven days, and it feels like living in paradise after a week of fun.

But for the students of the top [-] schools, Golden Week is a miserable hell.

It's better not to have a holiday.

Kadoda Taishi was nestled on the seat with his basketball in his arms, with a painful expression on his face; he also had a private school, which was held every day of the seven days, and at least half of the people in the class were like this.

Fujii Hiroki stood in front of the window, with a loveless face that made Makoto Jingu always ready to catch him.

Afraid that he would jump off the building and commit suicide.

"If this continues, when will I be able to pass the level of "Fire Emblem"!"

Fujii looked at the crows flying by the sky and roared in the sky, "My "Uncharted", my "Metal Gear Solid", my "God of War"!"

"And my Animal Crossing."

Saotome Sagi, who had just returned to her seat in the front row, looked back, her round face seemed about to cry.

"Aren't you not playing games?" Ami Aikawa asked.

Saotome Zuoki pouted, "Last week, Yui-chan taught me how to play, and I fell in love with it once, and I plan to go fishing with Yui-chan during the Golden Week... Sigh!" Hugging Aikawa Ami, "Yui-chan , I hate you, why did you let me into the pit, there is nowhere for my heart to rest!"

"do not talk."

Ami Aikawa patted her friend on the back, "I'm still planning to go to Hibiya Park to sketch, and Tulip will be defeated in a few days."

There was mourning in the class.

"Students, cheer up!"

Squad Leader Torizaki raised his arms and shouted, "One star cannot light up the night sky. The bright stars are the endless Milky Way! Our sweat will turn into starlight in the sky. Only hard work can make us the brightest star in the Milky Way!"

"cut!"

Everyone gives the middle finger.

Torizaki retreated, bowed his head and stopped talking.

"Everyone, the squad leader is right."

Jingu Makoto patted Fujii Hiroki on the shoulder and looked at the students who came over, "We just lost a few days of playing time, but what we gain is far greater than what we lost. Don't let us who will suffer in the future blame today We who are slack, we who are happy tomorrow will definitely thank us who worked hard today, everyone, come on!"

"Jingu-san said it well!"

Ami Aikawa raised her small fist, "Everyone, dry dei!"

"Dry dei!"

The sound of cheering came one after another, getting louder and louder.

Torizaki leaned his forehead on the desk, was about to suffer from autism, and murmured, "Isn't that what I meant?"

"Brother, this thing depends on its appearance; no appearance, no fans."

Xiaolin Temple on the side patted the squad leader, and his mood suddenly improved.

……

The self-study preparation bell rang, and everyone went back to their seats; everything else was fake, only the homework paper was real.

"Student Jingu, please come here."

The beautiful face of the head teacher protruded from the door.

Jingu Makoto walked out of the classroom, and Teacher Sanada smiled in the corridor, "The entrance exam is scheduled for the sixth day two days earlier... Jingu-san?"

"Ah, I know, a classmate said it just now." Makoto Jingong said hastily.

Sanada-sensei changed his lipstick, his lips were crystal clear, and the red lips were extraordinarily charming, like bright petals with dewdrops hanging on them, and the taste was as sweet as cream cake, which made him a little distracted for a while.

Seeing the teacher frowning and pursing his mouth, he hurriedly expressed his determination to distract the teacher's attention, "Please rest assured, teacher, I will definitely go all out to get a good ranking!"

"That was not what I meant."

Sanada Misa was very satisfied with the student's statement, and temporarily forgave his rude gaze, "I want to say, don't worry too much about the ranking, and don't have to work too hard. Learning is a long-distance race, as long as you perform normally."

"I understand!"

Jingu Makoto bowed, and indeed the most gentle one was Sanada-sensei.

"Well, the teacher believes that you can do well." Misa Sanada nodded, "After the exam, no matter what your ranking is, I will treat you to dinner."

"Eh?"

Makoto Jingu's eyes lit up, "Really!"

"You helped classmate Ye Ying, this teacher has not forgotten." Sanada Misa smiled softly, "A teacher should not owe students favors."

When I mentioned this, I suddenly thought of another thing.

It is said that it does not owe favors, but the creation of new books is also a favor.

"That's great!"

Makoto Jingong seems to have been buffed, lowered his voice, "Then, brother and brother, is it okay?"

But he was gouged out severely.

But still so gentle and lovely.

"That... only you can listen to it alone."

……

Of course you can only listen to yourself.

After school, Jingu Makoto walked out of the campus with an extremely beautiful mood, imagining a romantic candlelight dinner for two.

The white dining table with bright roses was lit by candlelight, and melodious and lyrical violin music surrounded it. Under the candlelight, Teacher Sanada gently picked up the red wine glass, covering his blushing and round face, but he looked even more adorable.

"Cheng, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, Adu slaughtered the donkey again..."

Wow, that is the world!
In a good mood and faster pace, he went down the ramp and got on the train at Otowa Station. Instead of taking the Tozai Line, he took the Marunouchi Line to Ginza. He bought two iPhone 13s in the Apple flagship store.

It cost a total of 18 yen, and there are no gifts yet.

Fortunately, the store wrapped it in a gift box, saving him another trip to the convenience store.

'Come on, Sagiri! '

'Rejoice, my sister! '

' Shout out with your loudest voice: Oni sauce is the best! '

The joy of giving is something that a selfish person who is self-centered in everything will never experience.

As if he saw the surprise blooming on his sister's little face, the more he thought about it, the happier he was, and he hurried back home.

(End of this chapter)