Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard-Chapter 775 - 463: Unexpected Person_2

Tasteless, flavorless...

In the past, would Hanabi-chan have made this for herself too?

Uesugi Sakura couldn’t help but start imagining...

But he quickly snapped back to reality and realized a problem.

Wasn’t this love game suggested by himself? It was meant to start over like the first couple, building up affection bit by bit, with him taking the lead to pursue Hanabi.

Pursuing Hanabi himself!

Instead of Hanabi pursuing him!

Having her cook for him, what kind of strategy was that!

Thinking this, Uesugi Sakura forcefully swallowed the egg yolk in his mouth, then picked up the glass beside him and poured the mineral water into his stomach.

Gulp... Gulp... His throat kept moving.

"I’m done eating!"

Uesugi Sakura put down the glass and gathered the breakfast plate to carry it into the kitchen, not once looking at Hanamaru Hanabi who was devouring a sandwich.

Washing the plates and glasses at lightning speed, Uesugi Sakura returned to his bedroom, grabbed his laptop bag, and headed back to the entrance.

All Hanamaru Hanabi heard was "I’m heading out." before she could see his figure disappear.

The girl took a bite of her sandwich, her curious eyes looking toward where he disappeared in the entrance door.

"Sakura-kun... is in such a hurry today..."

...

Uesugi Sakura left, and shortly after, Hanamaru Hanabi also finished her breakfast.

She walked back to the bedroom.

The air conditioning was still on, so it wasn’t cold. She unzipped the back of her shark pajamas right there and took it off completely, lifting her white feet out of the pant legs and stepping aside.

Hanamaru Hanabi hummed a cheerful tune as she looked through the wardrobe, "What should I wear today?"

Dresses wouldn’t do—it’s been a bit cold these past few days, and everyone started wearing scarves.

"Then...," her fingers skimmed over each piece of clothing, "this one!"

In the end, Hanamaru Hanabi chose a campus-style white shirt to build her outfit around.

A beige wool knit cardigan, a red ribbon at the collar, a plaid pleated skirt, a beige scarf, 100-denier white stockings, and a lady’s beret.

Pulling the last zipper on the pleated skirt, Hanamaru Hanabi began to examine herself in the mirror.

"Hmm...?"

She leaned closer to the mirror, her lavender eyes blinking at her reflection, lifting some hair away from her ears.

Then she puckered her lips at the mirror, pressing her smiling cheeks with her fists. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Hmm...?"

Hanamaru Hanabi might have found looking at herself amusing, so she took a step back, balanced on one foot, lifted her other foot clad in white stockings, crossed her arms into fists at her chest, and puffed her cheeks towards the mirror:

"Awoo~~"

The girl felt it wasn’t quite enough, so she stretched her leg high, attempting a standing split yoga pose.

But she quickly let go of the pose with a blush, seemingly recalling something from her mirrored reflection.

Hanamaru Hanabi blushed and stood quietly for a while, before shaking her head and carrying her school tablet and handbag towards the entrance, changed her shoes, and headed out to school.

Since Sakura-kun left earlier today, Hanamaru Hanabi had to walk to the nearby Shirokane Takanawa Station, then take the subway to Tokyo Art University.

Carrying her handbag, Hanamaru Hanabi walked along the morning street, bustling with office workers and students.

Many men’s eyes were drawn to her striking silhouette, unconsciously casting their gazes in her direction.

Hanamaru Hanabi tucked her hair behind her ear, walking under such gazes until she reached the subway station.

The subway wasn’t very crowded today, and as soon as Hanamaru Hanabi sat down, she received a phone call from Kitagawa Sakisa:

"Hanabi-chan! Remember to wait for me at Shinbashi Station today!!"

"Okay." Hanamaru Hanabi agreed to Kitagawa Sakisa on the other end of the phone, looking up at the display inside the carriage, "I’ll be at Shinbashi Station in a while."

"Huh!?" Kitagawa Sakisa’s voice sounded anxious, "You’re almost there!?"

"Yes." Hanamaru Hanabi nodded, holding onto the overhead strap in the train.

"Then I! Then I! Wait for me!! I’ll be there soon!!"

A rush of panicked voices.

Hanamaru Hanabi inquired over the phone: "Sakisa, are you still at home?"

"Huffing~ (heavy breathing from running, accompanied by the sound of footsteps), Hanabi-chan, don’t worry, I’ll be there soon!!"

"Don’t rush, I’ll wait for you, running that fast will—"

Before Hanamaru Hanabi could finish her sentence, she heard an "Ouch!" over the phone, followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor.

"...make you trip..."

...

Despite Sakisa’s enthusiasm, she was still late.

Hanamaru Hanabi got off at Shinbashi Station and waited for five minutes before seeing her dash out at the subway entrance.

"Whew~" Kitagawa Sakisa took a deep breath, "Made it just in time."

Hanamaru Hanabi noticed she was wearing an all-black dress again today, "Actually, you didn’t need to rush."

"It’s fine, it’s fine," Kitagawa Sakisa quickly said, bending over with hands on her knees to catch her breath, she asked Hanamaru Hanabi, "Didn’t Uesugi come with you today?"

"Sakura-kun... left early today."

"I see, oh by the way, that watercolor assignment..."

The two chatted all the way onto the train, heading to Tokyo Art University, about ten kilometers away.

Compared to Tokyo University, Tokyo Art University isn’t as ostentatious—the gate is a red brick wall resembling that at a park entrance, with a vertical plaque that reads "Tokyo Art University" on the less-than-50-centimeter wall.

The gate itself is wooden; once opened, the inside features lush greenery reminiscent of park scenery.

As the saying goes, if the gate looks like a park and the inside looks like a park, then it is a park.

Quite a few passersby who stroll here don’t even notice the university’s sign, mistaking it for a park, they walk right in, like they’re taking a nature walk.

Both Hanamaru Hanabi and Kitagawa Sakisa were in the painting department, and today’s painting class seemed to require sketching a male model.

Even though specific parts were covered with cloth, the freshman girls couldn’t help but blush shyly.

The two reached the painting studio, grabbed a drawing board, and found a suitable spot to sit.

In the center of the classroom was a round podium, where the model would lie.

Holding one pose for hours would be tough, it’s not easy money.

As soon as Hanamaru Hanabi and Kitagawa Sakisa sat down, their female classmates began chatting.

"Will the model today be handsome?"

"I heard, not really... apparently, it’s a homeless guy..."

"Huh? Not a handsome guy?" a girl said, sounding deflated.

Japanese universities typically don’t have fixed classes, which means a lot of movement, so Hanamaru Hanabi and Kitagawa Sakisa weren’t very familiar with them.

"What’s so great about handsome guys?" Kitagawa Sakisa dismissed it all, "Right, Hanabi-chan."

"Yeah." Hanamaru Hanabi flipped through her phone, looking at some art books and techniques.

Not long after, Kyujuu Rika arrived. Kitagawa Sakisa happened to look up and saw her, waving at her:

"Rika, come here, I saved a spot for you, so we three can sit together."

Kyujuu Rika didn’t refuse, sitting down beside Hanamaru Hanabi and placing her shoulder bag down.

"Rika, why do you keep smiling? Could it be... some good news!?"

"Nothing."

"With that expression of yours, there must be!"

"Really, there’s nothing."

After chatting quite a while, the painting professor arrived, a very thin gentleman.

He clapped his hands to signal everyone not to sit too scattered, to gather around him.

Hanamaru Hanabi put down her phone and stood up, only to lift her head and find Uesugi Sakura, who should be at Tokyo University at this time, standing in the doorway.

He was smiling at her.

Hanamaru Hanabi looked bewilderedly, unsure why he would be here, tilting her little head slightly:

"Sakura... kun...?"