Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

"...No, you should at least refute it."

Didn’t you see that the look in the little girl’s eyes changed when she looked at him?

"But my granddaughter has someone she likes, so you have no chance?" the old man said regretfully.

He actually likes the handsome guy Kitahara Takashi very much.

He is handsome, has good academic performance, a calm personality, and is organized in his work. Key to his interpersonal relationships is that he is like a socialite, and he can get along well with everyone and get along well anywhere.

I can make friends with people of the same age, middle-aged people and the elderly.

The most important thing is to have a clear mind and a ruthless heart.

The more he looked at Beiyuan Zun, the more he felt that this boy was like me.

He really wanted to recruit Kitahara Tsutomu as his grandson-in-law.

It’s a pity that he only has one granddaughter and he has someone he likes, otherwise he would definitely bring them together.

Kitahara Takashi said disdainfully: "Why? Because there's a goalkeeper, the ball can't go in?"

Bai Yingui looked at him as if he were a scumbag.

Instead, the old man looked at Beiyuan Zun with more admiration.

I didn’t expect that you also have the legacy of Wei Wu and the demeanor of a prime minister.

Really like him.

No wonder the two became friends.

"Just drop me off here." Bai Yingui felt it was a bit difficult to turn around and drive inside, so she planned to get off here.

Beiyuan Zun looked ahead: "Are you going to live here?"

The road is very narrow, only about one and a half meters wide.

The lighting was so old that Kitahara Takashi seriously doubted whether it could still function properly.

The air-conditioning outdoor units, transformer boxes and drainage pipes on both sides are attached to the outer walls of the building like ivy.

The sanitary conditions were also very bad. The ground was damp, and there were piles of cigarette butts and fast food boxes scattered along the road. On the roadside telephone poles, there was a Metropolitan Police Department propaganda slogan: "Be careful with your bags when walking at night!"

When Kitahara Takashi was looking for a house, he asked about this place.

I heard that more than fifteen robberies occurred here in just half a month.

Most of the victims are women who work in Kabukicho. Late at night, when they are walking alone in a dim alley, a motorcycle will come from behind and snatch the handbag from the woman's shoulder.

If a girl resists, she will be kicked in the face or stomach.

The security situation here is just like the security guard, it’s the same whether he exists or not.

Even if you call the police, they will just take a perfunctory statement and then leave.

Therefore, Japanese police are also called "tax thieves" by taxpayers.

"Correct."

Bai Yingui still had no expression on his face, and seemed not to care at all about others seeing his embarrassment.

But in fact, does she really not care at all?

Beiyuan Zun glanced at her hands clenched in her sleeves and opened the car door: "I'll take you there."

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Bai Yingui gently shook his silver hair: "No, my home is just in front."

"Look carefully."

Kitahara Takashi pointed forward.

Following the direction of Beiyuan Zun's finger, Baiyingui looked in confusion.

At the end of the path, you can see a dilapidated apartment building.

The exterior walls are mottled and covered with green vines, giving people the feeling that they are about to be demolished at any time.

At the door of the apartment building, a man with a flashy haircut was squatting and smoking.

Next to him was a yellow-haired guy who looked like his younger brother.

Both of them are young and should be just bad boys.

“…”

Bai Yingui suddenly stopped talking.

The residents living in this area are not living a happy life.

People envy Tokyo's bright lights, extravagance and decadence, but hidden beneath the prosperous and glamorous city are more ordinary people like Shirogane Kei's family.

To ordinary people, Tokyo is just Tokyo.

"Let's go." Beiyuan Zun's eyes were calm, and he said lightly to Baiyingui.

Bai Yingui got out of the car and bowed to Beiyuan Zun to thank him: "Thank you for your trouble, senior."

The old man sat in the car and said to Kitahara Takashi, "I'll wait for you here."

"Ah."

As they walked along, Kitahara Takashi casually asked, "Is this why you're applying for this job?"

Bai Yingui pursed his lips and said softly, "Hmm."

"Feel sorry."

Kitahara Tsutomu didn't know what to say.

If he were given another chance, even if he knew the reason, he would still reject Bai Yingui without hesitation.

Perhaps to outsiders, Kitahara Takashi is cold and almost inhuman.

But love is love, and law is law.

Just like Mixue Bingcheng hired a 15-year-old dropout from school who was abandoned by his family to work, shouldn’t he be punished?

People should know that you hired a junior high school student, no matter what your secrets are.

"This has nothing to do with you, senior. I don't mean to blame you." Bai Yingui shook his head slightly.

"My family isn't as poor as the older generation thinks. My dad and my brother work, so we have no problem covering our living expenses."

Life is not a problem, but you have to tighten your belt.

Bai Yingui watched her father go out early and come back late every day, and her brother had to go to work after school, so she thought about doing odd jobs to supplement the family income.

Kitahara Takashi thought back to the school uniform he had seen her wear the first time and couldn't help but ask, "You should be attending Shuchiin Junior High School, right?"

"Ah."

Bai Yingui nodded lightly.

“How many languages ​​do you speak?”

If Shirogane Kei attended a regular public school, Kitahara Takashi wouldn't have asked this question.

However, Shuchiin is an aristocratic school.

The teaching level is much higher than that of public schools. Many children there have knowledge reserves far beyond their peers at a young age, and many have mastered several languages.

Kitahara Takashi never looks down on anyone, even if the other person is younger than him.

Because he knows that some elementary school students' experiences are more exciting than the average person's entire life.

Take his own experience as an example. He once traveled to the capital and learned greedy algorithms and Java in college. As a result, he heard an uncle on the subway telling his children how to reduce the time complexity, and said that you can participate in the project when you are in the second grade.

No one could understand the shock that Kitahara Takashi felt at that time.

That was the first time that Kitahara Takashi felt the difference in educational resources so intuitively.

People are really different.

Bai Yinggui thought for less than a second: "Three, Japanese, English and Chinese."

After thinking for a moment, Bai Yingui added, "At the moment, I can only understand it. My pronunciation is not very standard yet."

Bai Yingui never lost in the exams, but the education in the aristocratic school was not just about the test scores on paper.

They also hold exchange meetings with foreign universities on a regular basis.

Kitahara Takashi praised from the bottom of his heart: "You are already very good."

He was far behind Bai Yingui in junior high school.

"Yes, yes?"

The Japanese are relatively reserved in their expressions.

Kitahara Takashi's direct praise made Shirogane Kei suddenly feel a little shy.

"this is for you."

Kitahara Takashi thought for a moment, then took out two books, Kuznetsov's Russian Dictionary and Spanish for 1001, from his bag and handed them to her.

"Remember to finish reading it quickly."

"Ok?"

Bai Yingui looked at him in confusion.

Don't understand what he is doing?

"I will then get you some translation work in my name," Kitahara Takashi explained.

Many shops in the commercial street have the need to translate their products for foreign tourists, but they cannot afford full-time translators, so most of them only provide Chinese and English.

This also means that communication with tourists from other places can only be done through sign language and tour guides.

Of course, mobile phones now have built-in translation functions.

It's just troublesome.

"Then we'll split it 40% and 60% - I'll take 40% and you 60%." Kitahara Tsutomu couldn't apply for Shirogane Kei's job, but he could still help her get some work.

Don't underestimate him, he's a socialite in Bunkyo Ward.

He has long been familiar with many shop owners in Bunkyo Ward.

As long as he takes action himself, they are still willing to give him face and let him try.

Of course, Kitahara Takashi's connections are not limited to Bunkyo District.

He has connections in every one of Tokyo's 23 wards.

Do you think he got the contact information of those rich sisters for nothing?

Of course, given Kitahara Tsutomu's character of taking advantage of others, his help is definitely not in vain.

"Even if someone asks, just say she's my sister."

Don't say it yet.

When Kitahara Takashi and Shirogane Kei stand together, they really feel like brother and sister.

"Any questions?"

After Kitahara Tsutomu finished speaking, he waited for a long time for Baiyin Gui to respond, so he turned his head to look at her.

Bai Yingui just stared at him blankly like a little fool.

Beiyuan Zun raised an eyebrow: "Not satisfied with the treatment? This can't be any lower."

Although Bai Yingui is doing the work, he is the guarantor and he has to be found if there are any problems.

And every time Bai Yingui finished translating, he would definitely check it again.

Translation is not something you can do just by being proficient in two languages. It is not as simple as you think. It involves the choice of words and sentences, adapting to the culture, avoiding taboos... In short, there are many things to pay attention to.

If the translation goes wrong and causes religious and ethnic issues, it will be troublesome.

"No, no, I have no objection to the treatment."