The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

Ahem, so I have to postpone it for a few days. I will leave early the day after tomorrow, so I will try to write a few chapters tomorrow and save them for posting on time. That's it, I'm going to class, bowing ING

Interlude: Miss Yukinoshita's Coming of Age Ceremony

Classical music sounded slowly, and in the bright hall, the music of reeds and bells rang out. People in the hall were neatly dressed, holding crystal glasses of wine and chatting.

Everyone's eyes, whether intentionally or unintentionally, were focused on a young girl in a white evening gown, with mixed feelings of admiration, admiration, and love. Naturally, this girl was the protagonist of tonight's banquet.

"Thank you all so much for coming to my daughter's eighteenth birthday ceremony."

A graceful middle-aged man held a glass of champagne and spoke loudly with a hint of smile on his dignified face.

"You're too polite, Councillor Yukinoshita. The young lady is naturally beautiful and has already made a name for herself at such a young age. We are fortunate to be here today."

"Yes, yes. At such a young age, she has received admission invitations from so many top universities in the world with her own abilities. Ling Qianjin is truly a person of both talent and beauty."

"I really envy Councillor Yukinoshita for having such a pair of beautiful and intelligent daughters at home."

"Haha, thank you for the award."

Compliments rang out all around, and the middle-aged man smiled even more. He responded with a smile and thanked the crowd before making the official announcement.

"I now declare the banquet officially open. I wish everyone a pleasant evening together."

As the words fell, the music began to change, and the notes became more cheerful.

During the banquet, Councillor Yukinoshita took today's little princess and shuttled among the crowd, communicating with the guests. The girl next to her spoke in a dignified and generous manner. Facing the people approaching for various purposes, she always maintained a perfect posture. She was not at all stage-frightened in such occasions, which made the guests look at her favorably.

At the same time, in stark contrast, a girl who looked 70% similar to the young girl but more childish, was wearing an exquisite black evening gown. She was leaning in a secluded corner, looking indifferent to the hustle and bustle in the hall, with a frosty face.

"Yukino."

A beautiful woman with a lingering charm walked over with a frown on her face.

"Why are you hiding in this corner all by yourself? Why don't you go out and socialize with the guests?"

"Nothing, I just don't want to go."

A cold voice sounded, and the cold face seemed to be even colder when the woman saw it.

"What do you mean you don't want to go? Can you just not go if you don't want to go?" The woman turned around to look at her eldest daughter who was polite and smiling in the crowd, and then looked at her youngest daughter in front of her who had an indifferent expression, and anger rose in her eyes.

"Look at Yang No, you're looking at me. What a mess! Today is your sister's coming-of-age ceremony, and you don't even show up? What are you planning to do? Are you trying to slap our Yukinoshita family in the face?"

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Then get out of here! How long do you want to keep doing this? Your sister has just graduated from high school and is about to go study abroad. Now there's no one by your side to protect you!"

"I don't want that woman to block the wind for me!" Yukino's voice was a little higher, and seemed to be mixed with a little anger.

"I can take care of myself!"

"Humph?"

With a sneer on her lips, Mrs. Yukinoshita was about to continue educating her stubborn daughter when a playful voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

"Mom, Dad has already found a good connection in England so that Yukino can go to high school there. It's no use for you to say this now."

A white figure quietly entered the center of the battlefield. It was Yukinoshita Haruno, the topic of discussion between the two sides.

With her intrusion, the firepower of both sides was immediately concentrated on her, but the girl's slender figure seemed a little tenacious at the moment. She spoke to her mother with a formal smile on her face.

"What? I don't know."

Mrs. Yukinoshita was obviously shocked, and then she became furious.

"What nonsense! He made the decision without consulting the family! He didn't even give us any advance notice. What does he want to do?"

"That was just agreed upon." He smiled, pointing to a blond, blue-eyed foreigner chatting with his father. "Mr. Spencer from the British Embassy happened to have a few spots available. I casually mentioned it, and he readily offered one to us."

Still with that playful voice, Yang Nai glanced at her frosty sister from the corner of her eye, sighed softly, and then her eyes returned to calmness again.

As long as I'm here, I won't let you get hurt at all, my little fool.

"Spencer? Is that the British diplomat?"

A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he glanced at the smiling Yang No with dissatisfaction. After looking at Xue No whose expression remained unchanged, his anger grew even more.

"Well, since we're going to England, why not take this opportunity to learn to be independent? I don't know who the daughter of the Yukinoshita family is showing off to all the time!"

With a heavy snort, the woman who was busy with her family and career turned and walked away.

Watching her leave, Yang Nai breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to leave.

She didn't plan to say hello to the guy behind her, because it would be boring anyway, and

"Thanks."

Just as I took a step, I heard a difficult voice behind me, as if these two words were too difficult to say.

What a cute little guy.

Hearing the voice, the smile on Yang Noi's face became brighter unconsciously, but she smiled mischievously and turned her head with a serious expression.

"No, this isn't just for you."

"What do you mean?"

"Actually, I'm planning to go to Carlisle College, Cambridge University, England."

Looking at the astonished Yukino in front of him, Yangno smiled maliciously.

If I don't pull you to my side, how can I continue to bully you in the future, you little fool?

"You really have no good intentions!"

As expected, Yukino was very angry.

Yang Noi likes to see her sister being very angry but helpless. I am the only one who can bully my sister. My sister is the cutest in the world.

This is her code of conduct.

So, I have to bear more things for you.

She turned around quickly and headed towards the noisy crowd. She quickly blended into the environment and started chatting with the guests familiarly.

She is different from Yukino. As an older sister, protecting her younger sister is her natural mission.

Just a trip to the UK.

What will happen if the person you love the most is your sister?

The future, while uncertain, will slowly sail towards the other side of happiness.

Well, I stopped by the Xiamen Comic Expo during the May Day holiday. The exhibition hall was quite small, with not many booths. The Hangzhou Comic Expo was much larger. My souvenirs were Makoto Shinkai's Your Name and Miaki Usagi's Three Days of Happiness. Sure enough, these fantastical romances really suit my taste. Well, I'm officially resuming updates today. That's all!

Chapter 228 Gogen Hiroki and the Female Driver

The winter holidays are over and people's lives are back on track. In the season of melting ice and snow, the weather is very good today. The legacy of the British Empire since the First Industrial Revolution now occupies a thin layer of the sky. Under the symbolic gray sky of this country, an international flight from Tokyo landed steadily at the airport in its capital with a roar.

A tall and slightly plump young man slowly walked down the cabin at the sound of the broadcast prompt. He stretched his limbs which were a little stiff from sitting on the plane for a long time and looked around curiously at this unfamiliar land.

"Are we finally in England?"

I took out a mask from my pocket and put it on, then tightened my coat. The melting snow season is often colder than the snowy weather.

With his neck slightly hunched, he received his luggage from the baggage area, pulled his small suitcase and followed the crowd to the passenger exit. A foreign woman in black was standing in a very conspicuous position, quietly holding a notice board with the Japanese name of Goko Hiroki written crookedly on it. This must be the contact person arranged by Mr. Spencer. After confirming again and again that it was his name on it, Hiroki squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards the woman.

"Hello, I'm Hiroki Gokura. Are you the person Mr. Spencer invited here?"

Hiroshi spoke with a somewhat difficult accent, but even so, it was the result of nearly a month of intensive oral training.

When Haoshu thinks about the days when he had basically no chance to go home and spent every day communicating orally with a few foreign teachers and memorizing words, he still feels a little scared.

But this is inevitable, after all, the UK will not teach you in Japanese.

"Hello, I'm Randake. You can call me Jeanne d'Arc as you like. Mr. Spencer has asked me to take care of you, Mr. Gogen, for the next few months in preschool."

The woman in black took out a photo from her pocket and compared it. After confirming that it was correct, she forced a smile on her face and said.

"Joan of Arc? Is that the name of the heroine from that country across the strait?"

"Well, if we follow the translation method over there, our names can be translated the same way."

"Do you know anything about Japanese?"

"A little bit. After all, Mr. Spencer is my good friend, so naturally I have some knowledge of that place."

"Are you English or French?"

""Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, looking at Hiroshi with a bit of amusement. She understood the young man's thoughts and immediately shook her head, "Of course I'm not that saint. I'm a genuine British."

Hiroshi looked at the woman in front of him who was dressed in black and smiled awkwardly, that's right.

How could there be a hero dressed in such black? No such thing.

Well, it doesn't exist.

Black Joan of Arc or something

Thinking of this, Hiroshi felt like crying for no reason. Why did he feel this way? Why was he so sad?

"what happened to you?"

The woman in front of her looked at the boy with black hair, black eyes and black coat in front of her with some confusion. It's just a name, what's so strange about it?

"No, it's nothing."

Shaking his head to get rid of the inexplicable bitterness in his heart, Hao Shu took a deep breath to cheer himself up and forced a smile.

"Are we ready to go?"

"Of course. Do you want to go around London first or go back to your place and rest?"

"If it's okay, I'd like to wash up and rest first."

After stretching his stiff body, Hiroshi smiled embarrassedly. After all, it was a bit tiring to sit for such a long flight. As for traveling around?

There will be plenty of time to do this kind of thing in the future. After all, he will be working and studying here for several years, so Hiroshi is not so keen on traveling anymore.

Moreover, when traveling, Hiroshi likes to pay attention to the local specialties.

But in this place, would you like some potatoes today?

"As you wish, let's take a car to your apartment first."

"Oh, please."

He took the box from Hiroshi's hand and walked to a black Land Rover. He opened the trunk and put the box in. He made a gesture of invitation to Hiroshi behind him.

Hiroshi naturally sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt and adjusted himself to a comfortable position.

Seeing Hiroshi looking relaxed, Jeanne's crystal blue eyes revealed a hint of excitement.

"Are you ready, Mr. Gogen?"

"Well, thank you for your help, Miss Jeanne."

"No, it's you who should be bothered."

Jeanne smiled brightly, and in the face of Hiroshi's somewhat puzzled gaze, she stepped on the accelerator. The engine made a loud bang, and then the car sped away.

stab

There was a loud sound of tires rubbing against the ground, and a car suddenly appeared from the quiet street corner. After a wonderful and graceful turn, the car stopped steadily in front of an apartment building.

patter

The exquisite black boots stepped on the hard asphalt road. Joan of Arc had an unknown blush on her face, like a flush after an event. She looked very happy and got out of the car humming an unknown song.

"Mr. Gogen, we've arrived and you can get off now."

"Are we there yet?"

Hiroshi's voice was trembling, and he sounded extremely weak. He pushed open the car door with trembling legs and a pale face, as if his body was hollowed out.

"Mr. Gogen, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to drive you to a nearby hospital? It's very close and I drive very fast."

"No! Don't! I'm in good health. I'm just a little tired after sitting in public transportation all day."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Jeanne still had a worried look on her face, but since Hiroshi said so, she couldn't force it.

"By the way, Mr. Gogen, when you wake up, I'll drive you out for a walk. I'm a very steady driver."

"No! Don't! I'm very tired today and I hope to get enough rest."

"What about tomorrow?"