My youth romance is always confusing

Facing the door of 'Angel's Staircase', I felt a little nervous.

After all, this is an upscale bar. Is it really okay for me, who is under the legal drinking age, to come here?

"Chest up, head up, belly in."

Seeing that Hachiman was a little flustered, Hiratsuka Shizuka reminded him to adjust his posture.

Although this is normal communication between teachers and students, due to the clothing and location, it looks like the wife is teaching her inappropriate husband a lesson.

"Oh."

I withdrew my searching gaze and followed Mr. Hiratsuka into the bar.

Teacher Black Swan and the high school boy who was trying hard to act like an adult walked along the road.

This place is different from the noisy bar I imagined. The lights just stay where they should be, and the surroundings are very quiet. There is only a pianist playing the piano elegantly. There is no group of bad girls gathering here. There are also very few customers. Even including me and Mr. Hiratsuka, there are only five of us.

As for the Kawasaki, it's pretty conspicuous.

She just stood in front of the bar without any scruples, still wearing the bartender's clothes. No customers took orders, and she just wiped the glasses silently.

Perhaps due to her work, her previous casual attire has disappeared, replaced by a neatly tied tie and a close-fitting women's suit.

After finding the target, I exchanged glances with Mr. Hiratsuka and then walked over.

"Kawasaki."

When we got to the bar, I spoke up to alert the underage waiter.

Kawasaki was startled by the sound when she was wiping the cup. She looked up and saw that it was the two people she least wanted to see in school, and also the two people she least wanted to see outside of school.

"Hikigaya, and Hiratsuka-sensei."

Her better-looking face was full of depression.

I looked at Ms. Hiratsuka next to me and found that she sat down by herself, then turned around to look at the scenery.

If you want to pretend, just pretend to be more realistic. What's so good about being pitch black?

"So, what are you doing here?"

Kawasaki picked up the cup that had not been wiped yet and continued to hold the towel in his right hand.

I lowered my eyelids and tried my best to explain to her in a voice that only the three of us could hear.

"Have you been coming home in the early hours lately?"

The ponytail girl paused as she wiped the cup.

"That has nothing to do with you."

"Whether it's related or not is not something you can decide on your own."

Looking at the still stubborn girl, I sighed in my heart.

Although I know she may have her own difficulties, it is really difficult to solve the problem with this attitude.

"Even if you say so—"

Kawasaki wanted to say something, but I pointed to the drinks on the menu.

“A cup of 'Green Hour'”

Really, are things in high-end bars so expensive? My heart was bleeding when I saw the string of numbers, otherwise I would let Mr. Hiratsuka pay later.

"Well, you are underage, you can't drink."

"Stop talking nonsense. Aren't you working here late at night because you concealed your age?"

The original legitimate reason was choked back by Hachiman, and Kawasaki had no choice but to put down the work in his hands and turn around to make cocktails for him.

"Hey, don't go too far, I'm still watching here."

I quickly pulled Hiratsuka Sensei's hands away.

"You are being too rude."

"That's how you deal with kids who knowingly do something wrong. Otherwise they won't learn their lesson."

So how did you accumulate this kind of experience when you don't even have children?

I twisted my sore neck.

"Give."

A glass of green drink was pushed in front of me. The drink was crystal clear without any turbidity.

If I didn't know better, I might have thought it was just a normal drink.

The green liquid held high by the crystal glass looks like an emerald, extremely beautiful.

I picked it up and took a sip.

There is no strong smell of alcohol at the beginning, but an apple-like taste spreads in the mouth first, and then you can slowly feel the light astringency unique to wine.

Even someone like me who has never drunk alcohol can easily accept this level of alcohol. Can it really be said that it is worthy of being a high-end bar?

"Whoo~"

I calmed myself down and put down my glass.

"You haven't been home these past two days and some people are beginning to worry about you."

"what?"

Kawasaki looked incredulous, she didn't know anyone around Hachiman who could care about her so much.

When I saw her like that, I knew she must have had some bad thoughts.

"Your younger brother is Kawasaki Daishi."

"Dazhi? How did he find you?"

It seemed like a name appeared that shouldn't appear, and Kawasaki couldn't believe it.

"Well, my sister and your brother were classmates, and I just followed the clues and found him."

Come to think of it, if you feel it's not a good idea, you can ask your brother to stay away from my sister. I would be very grateful then.

Kawasaki had a slight headache and rubbed his forehead with his hand.

"Dazhi, that guy, is always doing these useless things."

The lights around us were a little dim, and we spoke in low voices, so no one noticed anything unusual on our side.

I lifted the glass and took another sip.

"Well, younger brothers and sisters, they always care about their older brothers and sisters at home."

As a brother, I have experienced this feeling many times.

"But I can understand your difficulties. With so many brothers and sisters in the family, there will definitely be times when you are short of money. I have also worked part-time."

Hearing this, Kawasaki looked at Hachiman with contempt.

"The guy who said 'I've lost my job' has the nerve to say that."

"So you heard it..."

I thought you didn't hear it because you were outside the door.

How come you know these useless things so quickly?

"But after all, five in the morning is a little bit—"

"Don't worry about that. I'll tell Dazhi off when I get back."

Forget it, this ice girl doesn’t want to communicate again.

I pursed my lips and started thinking of a solution.

This girl doesn't really care about school, otherwise she wouldn't ignore Mr. Hiratsuka next to her. On the contrary, she pays great attention to work and family.

But if I use it in the context of work, it feels a bit like blackmailing her, which is not good.

So, there is only one choice left?

I was about to say something when I noticed a new guest coming over.

"After get off work, at the McDonald's on the street, I have something to tell you."

Then, after Mr. Hiratsuka kindly paid the bill, we left.

When I walked out of that dark place, I suddenly felt relaxed.

Is it true that the pressure from that place is too great?

Children should never go to such places.

"So, Hiratsuka-sensei, you were just watching from the sidelines?"

Looking at the teacher next to me who was pretending nothing had happened, I was speechless.

Hiratsuka Shizuka burst into laughter.

"Haha, wasn't I just keeping watch for you? Did anyone interrupt your conversation?"

"Isn't it because there aren't many customers that no one bothers us? Well, never mind. I didn't expect the teacher to do anything anyway. In fact, being able to help with the payment is a big help."

Thank you Mr. Hiratsuka for protecting my wallet.

However, Shizuka Hiratsuka is not so sensitive when it comes to money.

For her, she doesn't have a husband, children, or even a boyfriend, so all she needs is money to support herself, and her normal spending is not high.

"Haha, as a faculty member, I will never intervene when students can solve problems on their own. This is my creed.

"What are you going to do next?"

The female teacher tucked her long hair behind her, as if she felt it was a bit of a hindrance.

"I can only take it one step at a time. But I'll just help you up to this point. You still have to teach students tomorrow, so there's no need for you to accompany me out in the early morning."

Even I need to take a good rest.

"Really? Then I'll wait for your good news at school."

With the help of Mr. Hiratsuka's ride, I arrived home quickly.

Looking at the watch, it’s almost ten o’clock, but Dad and Mom haven’t come back yet. They’ve been so busy.

"Komachi, give me the phone number of your classmate."

Even if she is unwilling, she still needs the help of Kawasaki's brother to resolve this incident.

At five in the morning, Kawasaki walked out of the bar door in the night, ending her work for the day.

On normal days, she should go home at this time, but today, a boy asked her out.

After passing several stores that had not yet opened, Kawasaki found the McDonald's that was open for business.

When I opened the door, there were two people sitting inside.

"Dazhi, what are you doing here at this time?"

Leaving Hachiman aside, Kawasaki Saki was surprised by the sight of Kawasaki Daishi.

Dazhi pinched his wrist, then turned around and looked at his sister who had just got off work, "Sister, you are the one. What are you doing here that you haven't come home yet at this hour?"

In fact, Hachiman had already told him everything just now, and now he just wanted Saki Kawasaki to tell the truth in person.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot. How about sitting down first?"

I called out to the girl over there to come over and sit down, so that she wouldn't have to shout and scream in someone else's store, which would have had a bad impact.

Realizing her own mistake, Saki Kawasaki curled her lips, walked to Hachiman's side, hung her schoolbag aside, pulled out a stool and sat down.

"Don't worry about my affairs, Dazhi."

She didn't expect that guy to call his own brother over, and she didn't know how to handle family affairs in front of outsiders.

"But you come home at this time every day, Jinghua and I are also worried."

"I've already said that there's no problem. I'll take care of my own business."

Seeing that the two siblings were about to quarrel, I quickly interrupted them.

"Ahem, although it's inappropriate, let me guess why you work so hard, Kawasaki."

I turned to look at Kawasaki Daishi and asked, "When did your sister start to be like this?"

Kawasaki Daishi touched his hair and thought for a while, "It probably started during the second winter vacation in our country."

That is to say, when students are promoted from the second year to the third year of junior high school.

“Has anything changed in your family since then?”

"It seems... nothing has changed? Except that I have to go to cram school."

With every sentence Kawasaki Daishi and I exchanged, Kawasaki Saki's face turned darker.

"I see. I have understood the general situation."

"Could it be that my sister is worried about my tuition fees——"

"No, that shouldn't be the case. Since you can go to cram school, it means your parents have already prepared the tuition for you."

I rejected Kawasaki Daishi's idea, and then turned my attention to Kawasaki Saki, who had been silent.

"But you're not the only one who needs to go to school."

After shifting the focus away from himself, Kawasaki Daishi gradually understood.

"elder sister."

Saki Kawasaki closed her eyes and sighed.

——It was discovered after all.

"Actually, these things have nothing to do with you."

She tossed her hair back as if she didn't want to face her brother, and stared at the face of some nosy person.

"Well, it's not wrong to want your brothers and sisters to care about you, but it's also natural for a brother to not want his sister to sacrifice for his feelings."

If it was Komachi, she would definitely say the same thing.

Having said that, I basically understand Kawasaki's problems, so there is only one solution I can use to solve them.

“Kawasaki, have you heard of the scholarship?”

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