My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 269 Choosing a Motorcycle
Three days flew by, and I obtained my motorcycle driver's license without any surprises. The club's recruitment also came to a successful conclusion.

Only a few people in the class remained in the "Homecoming Club," while the rest chose their preferred clubs. As for how long they would last before quitting, nobody knew.

Those who chose to stay at home were naturally called in for a talk by Ms. Nanase, but it was all about trivial matters.

Gang had just walked into the teachers' office a minute ago, but was "asked" to leave within a minute or two. The others weren't so lucky.

"Tsuna, what did Nanase-sensei ask you when she called you to her office?"

Shoko glanced around the classroom briefly and noticed that he was the only one who had returned out of the group that had been called away, which piqued her curiosity.

"Hmm..." Tsuna paused in packing his bag, recalling Nanase-sensei's few insignificant questions:

"I just asked briefly why I hadn't joined any clubs or anything and what I was going to do after school."

Just as Shoko was about to ask for more details, Ayumi Ajitani, who was in front of her, turned around and interrupted their conversation, "Shoko-chan, let's go."

"Mmm." Seeing this, Shoko didn't ask any more questions. It would be the same to ask her when she got back. She stood up, put on her schoolbag, and said, "Tsuna, I'm going now."

Now that she's in the art department, everyone isn't that familiar with each other, and they don't ask each other too many questions, so she always brings her tablet to the art department to draw unfinished illustrations.

As for her identity as an illustrator, only Ayumi Ajitani and Yuki Miyagi knew about it in the art department.

Because whenever she encountered any problems, she would take her tablet to ask Miyagi Yuki-senpai for help, so naturally, Miyagi Yuki-senpai found out.

After saying goodbye to Tsuna, who was still tidying up, the group left the classroom.

Feeling like he had become a lonely old man again, the person had no reason to hesitate and decisively left school with his backpack.

As for making him wait for Shoko after school, it would be better to go home and pick her up later. Besides, he had already made an appointment with Shizuka to go pick out a motorcycle today.

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At 3:40 pm in mid-April, thin clouds could not block the sun's heat.

Scattered students walked along the paths of the residential area, their schoolbags billowing slightly in the wind. Occasionally, one could catch a glimpse of someone clutching an ice pop wrapper they had just bought from a convenience store.

"I am back."

"Ding dong..."

Tsuna's voice and the phone notification sound in his pocket rang at the same time.

He walked into the living room and didn't see Shizuka Miyamura, so he casually tossed his backpack onto the sofa, took out his phone, and opened LINE.

"Mr. Miyamura, we can start a small-scale promotion next weekend. What are your thoughts?"

"Just follow the normal procedure."

He really didn't know much about things like advertising, so he left all of that to Futaba Publishing House...

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"Sister Xiaoshun, when will it be available in bookstores?"

Seeing that the message indicated the message had been read, I guessed the other person was typing, so I ignored it and moved to the coffee table to start peeling an orange while I waited.

I waited a little while until the black screen of the phone lit up before I picked it up to check it.

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, on the 24th of this month."

Seeing this, Tsuna exchanged a few more pleasantries with the other person, and the conversation ended there. Similarly, at the end, Kazuno Jun still vaguely mentioned the second volume of "Anohana".

However, he brushed it off by saying that he needed to modify some parts.

"Click..." "I'm back."

"Tsuna, let's go." Shizuka Miyamura shouted from the entrance hall.

"Mom, where are we going to buy this?" he asked, puzzled, after getting out of the back seat of Shizuka Kamimiya's car.

Shizuka Miyamura saw the confusion in his eyes through the rearview mirror, fastened her seatbelt, started the car, and explained, "To 'Red Baron' in Shinkiba, Koto Ward."

That's the main store of Japan's largest motorcycle chain, with a full range of models; you should be able to find one you like.

"So far...?" Tsuna looked out the window at the pedestrians walking away, somewhat surprised.

"It takes about 25 minutes by tram, including changing lines, and it also takes about 20 minutes by car, so there's not much difference."

Upon hearing this, Tsuna stopped asking further questions, such as why they didn't go to a branch store...

But maybe it's because my mom considered that our store has a full range of motorcycles...?
Thirty minutes later, Shizuka Miyamura and Tsuna walked out of the parking lot and stood at the crossroads of the Shinkiba Industrial Zone, looking at the store.

Red Baron's neon sign flickered in the shadows, the gear-shaped revolving doors gleamed with an oily sheen, and the hinges clicked crisply like an old-fashioned motorcycle kickstart lever when pushed open.

Hundreds of steel behemoths slumber in a 3,000-square-meter space. Sunlight penetrates the three-story-high glass curtain wall, flowing like liquid mercury onto the chrome-plated fuel tank of the Ducati 900SS.

Tsuna felt a strange sensation as if the soles of his sneakers were coated with a mixture of antifreeze and rubber, and his nostrils were filled with the distinctive sweet and fishy smell of nitromethane.

It doesn't smell bad, but it's not exactly pleasant either.

The shop assistant approached them, exchanged a few pleasantries, and after understanding their needs, led them on a tour. The assistant was able to answer all of Shizuka Miyamura's professional questions.

This also confirmed to the other party that the buyer was not a naive newbie, and they were also surprised by the professional questions asked by Shizuka Miyamura.

Instead, Tsuna continued to observe the store's environment and vehicles.

He doesn't understand these things and doesn't really know them, so he'd better leave these matters to his mother.

Anyway, he can just choose whichever he likes.

Moreover, he had a strange feeling that this motorcycle might need to be replaced after two or three years...

Finally, under the guidance of the shop assistant, Tsuna tested the motorcycle that he could drive at his current height.

Shizuka Miyamura also considered factors such as the driving environment, commuting needs, and maintenance costs...

Why test height? Well, it's because when parking a motorcycle, the sense of security you get from touching the ground with your toes versus the balls of your feet is completely different.

Ultimately, based on the store clerk's recommendation and his own consideration, Tsuna chose the 398cc black street bike that he had initially test-driven.

This 398cc black street bike has sharp edges and a matte black finish covered with fine metallic particles.

The steel tube trellis frame cuts diagonally under the fuel tank, and the short tail design fully exposes the rear wheels, with six-spoke aluminum alloy rims reflecting a cold light.

The silver inner tube of the inverted fork contrasts sharply with the black outer tube, and the bright red Brembo logo on the radial four-piston caliper is particularly eye-catching.

The most striking feature of the vehicle is the raised air intake design on both sides of the fuel tank, which looks like a zigzag line drawn with a ruler.

The LED headlight assembly consists of three diamond-shaped LED beads, which light up sequentially from bottom to top when the system is activated.

The instrument panel features a monochrome LCD screen embedded in a carbon fiber base, with the tachometer redline displaying a maximum speed of 11500 RPM. The exhaust pipe is concealed beneath the seat, with a stainless steel tailpipe featuring a slanted, blued finish.

With a curb weight of only 167 kg, when standing, the knees can just grip the anti-slip pad at the narrowest part of the fuel tank.

(End of this chapter)