My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 340 Time Flies
"..."

Before the auxiliary police officer could even react, Shoko had already swiftly pulled out her phone and snapped a few photos of the little girl in Tsuna's arms.

After taking the photo, I immediately looked down and typed away on the lit screen, sending it directly to Yoshinaga-sensei on LINE.

This includes the location of the Futaba Police Station where they are currently located.

"Ding dong..."

Shortly after the message was sent, Shoko's phone vibrated with a notification tone and a buzzing sound.

"???"

"I'll contact Xiaoyuan's parents now. Please wait a little longer, Shoko."

Shoko held her phone up to their faces and showed them the reply from Professor Yoshinaga.

Curious, he squatted down, looked the little girl in the eye, and asked softly, "Little friend, is your name Xiaoyuan?"

The little girl in Tsuna's arms moved her head slightly, buried her face deeper into his neck and rubbed against him, before responding in a very soft, nasal voice.

"..."

As Shoko watched the little girl rubbing against Tsuna's shoulder and whimpering, her back teeth suddenly ached...

At first, she thought the little kid was quite cute, but now she wants to take that thought back...

While Shoko was still struggling with her back molars, the auxiliary police officer who had been quietly observing finally found an opening.

He immediately opened his little notebook, moved closer to Tsuna, and, using the snacks nearby as bait, asked the little head still buried in Tsuna's neck in a soft voice:

"Xiaoyuan, can you tell your uncle... how did you end up by that stream all by yourself? Did you get lost while playing and couldn't find your way home?"

"Ring ring ring..."

A noisy phone call interrupted everyone's actions, and the auxiliary police officer even subconsciously reached for his phone in his pocket.

"Mmm, mmm, I'm going out to take this call." With that, Shoko nodded to Tsuna, took out her vibrating phone, and ran out of the police station.

After she left, Xiao Yuan, at such a young age, ultimately couldn't resist this enormous temptation.

The auxiliary police officer finally pieced together the reason why she had appeared by the stream that afternoon from her fragmented, still childlike narration.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Mosimoxi?"

Shoko wandered to the streetlight next to the police station, her toes unconsciously grinding against a lone pebble on the ground.

She swayed slightly on one leg and asked the person on the other end of the phone with a puzzled look, "Godmother, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Shizuka Miyamura's voice came through the receiver, sounding relaxed and casual.

"I was a little worried because it was so late and you two still hadn't come back. I called Gang several times, but he didn't answer a single one!"

At this point, as if she had suddenly realized that it was Shoko who answered the phone, her voice rose eight octaves, and she almost shook the phone to pieces!

"..."

Shoko had the speakerphone on! Miyamura Shizuka's suddenly raised voice exploded like a small firecracker on the quiet street, making her shudder!

"Eek!" She almost instinctively shrank her neck and quickly looked around nervously... Fortunately, there were no pedestrians passing by on the street in the twilight.

With a sigh of relief, she hurriedly moved the phone three inches away from her ear, which was pressed against the hearing aid.

Without hesitation, Shoko recounted the whole story from this afternoon, while also praising the little girl's cuteness.

"I see," Shizuka Miyamura seemed relieved on the other end of the phone. "Okay, remember to be careful when you get back." "Mhm," Shoko nodded her cute head remotely.

After hanging up the phone, Shoko stuffed it into her pocket, took a long breath, composed herself, and turned to walk quickly toward the police station entrance.

Meanwhile, at the Miyamura family's house.

"I told you you were overthinking it. Don't you know Tsuna well enough?" Miyamura Daio sat at the dining table, legs crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at his wife.

"According to the bet—"

"Stop, stop, stop..." Shizuka Miyamura, who was sitting opposite him, raised her hand to interrupt him: "Okay, I'll wash the dishes."

I'm just worried that because the two kids are so young, they might lose control and accidentally do something they shouldn't."

"..."

Daigo Miyamura got up and deftly stacked the dishes for her, muttering under his breath:

"They're not naive kids anymore; they know what they're doing..."

Shizuka Miyamura's gaze unconsciously fell on the few silver hairs that had recently sprouted at his temples.

She paused for a moment, the words that were about to come out swirling on her tongue, but she finally swallowed them back silently.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Professor Yoshinaga??"

Tsuna was the first to notice the figure appearing at the police station entrance, and Shoko, who was next to him, followed his gaze and couldn't help but exclaim.

She still wore that bright orange T-shirt and jeans, a classic combination that remains unchanged from my memory.

But those soft, fine lines had already silently spread, faintly etched at the corners of her smiling eyes.

"Oh, Tsuna, Shoko!" She hurried over, her voice filled with deep apology and gratitude, "You've really gone to so much trouble!"

Xiao Yuan, nestled in Tsuna's arms, recognized Tian Tian Ting's voice immediately, and her little body stiffened abruptly.

The little face that was originally buried in the clothes popped out of Tsuna's neck like a mushroom, and the head turned very fast!

But just as those bright, sparkling eyes locked onto Yoshinaga-sensei's joyful smile, they seemed like a little bird whose tail was caught by a magnet.
With a "whoosh," she buried her face back against Tsuna's chest, her little hands even unconsciously gripping the fabric on his shoulders tighter.

A moment of hesitation flashed through his little head.

'Hmm…is it the teacher's fragrant embrace? Or is it this older brother in front of me…warm and stable, a place where you feel completely soft and don't want to move at all…better?'

"Xiaoyuan, have you said thank you to your older brother and sister?"

Without giving Xiaoyuan a chance to hesitate, Yoshinaga-sensei skillfully reached out and took Xiaoyuan out of Tsuna's arms, giving her no chance to react at all.

Xiao Yuan nodded quickly, her two little braids flying up from the back of her head, making her look a little comical.

"Okay, then Shoko and I will head out first."

Her gaze then shifted to Xiaoyuan, who was standing beside Teacher Yoshinaga, and her voice unconsciously softened a few degrees:

"Teacher Yoshinaga, Xiaoyuan..." He bent down and rubbed the fluffy little head one last time, "Bye-bye."

"Bye-bye," Shoko chimed in with a smile.

She knew this wasn't a good place to catch up, and the auxiliary police officer was going to question Ms. Yoshinaga later, so it was best to leave as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)