Love Healing Manual

Chapter 95 Donation
"How much longer... will it end? I can't hold on any longer."

This morning.

The weather in Tokyo wasn't sunny; there were some clouds in the sky.

The weather is getting colder and colder every day, to the point where you have to wear long sleeves for a morning run or you'll easily catch a cold.

You can no longer see anyone wearing short sleeves and skirts on the street. Just two days ago, young girls and office workers were willing to show off their thighs, but now every woman who wants to show off her thighs has to wear stockings.

Lin Ze ignored Kitagawa Ayane's intermittent shouts behind him and kept running ahead until he felt the rope behind him tighten completely. A heavy feeling came from his waist, pulling him and making every step he took particularly difficult.

He turned around and saw Kitagawa Ayane supporting herself on her knees, her chest heaving. She was breathing heavily and couldn't even speak, only waving her hands repeatedly.

“No…no.”

Lin Ze understood what she meant; the senior was clearly saying that she couldn't go on and that she would die if she ran any further.

I glanced at the time on my phone screen.

Lin Ze did not force Kitagawa Ayane to continue running.

Although the opponent's performance wasn't much better than yesterday, at least they lasted longer than yesterday morning. In addition, the temperature was indeed very low, which also affected their physical strength to some extent.

Lin Ze's coat was tied around his waist.

He had sweat on his neck, so after stopping his exercise, he took off his jacket, put it on, and zipped it up to prevent himself from catching a cold from the wind.

"We'll take a five-minute break, and then we'll finish the race."

"Okay...okay." Kitagawa Ayane gasped for breath and squatted down, her ponytail swaying behind her head, her black pantyhose taut as she squatted.

……

Far away at the University of Tokyo.

The campus was deserted, with only occasional figures of faculty, staff, and college administrators.

Or perhaps an older doctoral student has just come out of the lab, sporting dark circles under their eyes, clearly having worked on experiments all night without rest, and is now preparing to catch up on sleep.

In the flowerbeds on campus, the emerald leaves were soaked with morning dew, turning a lush green. Occasionally, a few ornamental trees unsuitable for autumn had withered branches, and they were not so conspicuous among this vibrant green.

The principal's office is on the sixth floor of the administration building.

The young woman crossed her legs, holding a nail file in her hand, with a nonchalant expression on her face. In front of her were rows and rows of books standing on the bookshelves, and the whole office was filled with an antique bookish atmosphere.

A carpet was laid on the floor.

She sat on the sofa, seemingly not finding the place to be a serious one.

Behind the sofa where he was sitting, several adult men were talking.

The person sitting in the president's seat was none other than Sugihiro Fukuhara, the renowned president of the University of Tokyo.

“We had already prepared an agreement and communicated with Minister Nohara in advance to ensure the building’s purpose and design style, and that the donation method and actions complied with relevant Japanese laws and regulations. We were waiting for your approval before we dared to bring the agreement over, but it was delayed because you were attending a meeting abroad,” said a man who looked very sophisticated.

"Is this document an agreement?" The short, stout president of the University of Tokyo, with a full head of white hair and not exactly imposing, asked, pointing to the document.

"Yes, please take a look."

"Does Chairman Nishimiya have any comments on this agreement?"

"Of course not, it's entirely up to you, Principal, and Minister Nohara to decide. There's no need to be high-profile about its use and naming; after all, it's for the sake of education..." The man spoke very politely, a humble smile appearing on his slightly lowered face.

at the moment.

Early in the morning, the people from the Mihori Foundation arrived at the principal's office, not to leisurely drink tea.

Because the foundation has always collaborated with various universities and actively welcomes students who graduate from top universities like the University of Tokyo to work within Mihori, there has always been someone leading the establishment of some kind of foundation.

With the aim of using genetics to help education, they occasionally donate a considerable sum of money for school construction.

The project under discussion is a major one: the Mihori Foundation will donate an entire science and technology laboratory building in the name of supporting the University of Tokyo's scientific research endeavors.

However, this time it was done in the personal name of the conglomerate's chairman, Nishimiya.

It is unrelated to previous foundations.

One of the people sitting in front of the principal's desk was Nishimiya Shinki's uncle, and the other was the company lawyer who had brought them to explain the specifics of the matter.

This is an entire building, and the construction cost is quite expensive, making one marvel at the scale of the conglomerate.

"I have no objection to the donation agreement, as long as the rights and obligations of both parties are clearly defined. As for the delivery method, usage and management, authorship rights, etc., I'll leave that to Minister Nohara." After reading for a long time, Principal Fukuhara finally nodded.

After all, the University of Tokyo is one of the top universities in the country.

The most valuable resource in this school is undoubtedly its outstanding talent pool.

If it were in the name of the Mihori Foundation, Principal Fukuhara would definitely refuse, because any building on campus has its own significance and will subtly influence students. If what is being talked about is not the actual name of a teaching building, but rather something unrelated to education, then a good thing will completely turn into a bad thing.

Therefore, it's best to avoid any overt power struggles between interests and conglomerates at the University of Tokyo.

Since Chairman Nishimiya said he would do it in his personal capacity, it must have taken these factors into consideration, in case the principal refused.

Or perhaps it was to apologize.

This apology is not only for what happened a few days ago, but also for what might happen in the future.

The heavy fountain pen swished as Fukuhara Sugi's name was signed. The principal put the pen cap back on, and the agreement was pushed back.

"Thank you, Principal." The middle-aged man smiled broadly and put the agreement back into the file bag.

After a while.

He turned around and called out to those behind him, "Goddess, come here for a moment."

"What's wrong?" came the girl's languid voice.

"Come here now, if I told you to." The words were barely out of his mouth.

After a while, Nishimiya Shinki finally finished filing her nails until they were smooth and round. She puffed out her cheeks and blew on them lightly before slowly standing up.

The girl was only eighteen years old, but her beauty was breathtaking. Her features seemed to have been sculpted by an artist. Not only were her lips red and her teeth white, but she also exuded an innate noble temperament.

If we ignore her eccentric attitude, then Nishimiya Shinhime is undoubtedly a flawless beauty.

She walked lightly and leisurely to stand next to the middle-aged man.

“Principal, a few days ago, Shinki caused some trouble at school…” The elite middle-aged man paused for a moment, then said sincerely, “I am deeply sorry for this. We, as the elders, should be the ones to reflect on our actions the most. Chairperson Nishimiya is quite busy, and her mother has spoiled Shinki since she was a child, so she doesn’t know how to restrain her personality outside, which has caused some trouble at school.”

Say it.

The middle-aged man stood up.

He faced the principal and bowed deeply.

“Goddess,” the middle-aged man said, his head bowed, “quickly apologize.”

"Smimasai." Nishimiya Shinhime lowered her head slightly, still with that indifferent attitude.

However, the principal did not take it too seriously and simply waved his hand.

"That matter has been resolved, there's no need to discuss it further. It's normal for young people to make small mistakes, especially since Nishimiya didn't do it intentionally."

“Thank you for your magnanimity, Principal,” the middle-aged man said apologetically as he sat back down. “Since childhood, Shinki has longed to study at the University of Tokyo, a cradle of Japanese academia. It should have been a good thing to be able to study here, but this has happened because of her illness.”

The middle-aged man was talking to the principal.

However, the main character in the conversation, Nishimiya Shinki, was lost in thought, seemingly not caring what was being said.

She brazenly surveyed the entire principal's office.

"I've heard about Nishimiya's illness from the chairman, it's a pity... It would be good if she could recover soon."

"The doctor's advice is that medication alone is no longer enough; she must return to a normal life. So... could you please grant additional permission for her entourage to be responsible for her personal safety?"

Hear the words.

The principal did not speak immediately; he pondered for a long time.

Finally, he said quietly, "This is, after all, a school."

"Ok."

The middle-aged man had no choice but to give up.

……

Time goes by.

In the early morning, there were more students on campus.

In the bicycle parking booth, Lin Ze parked his bike with a "click," squatted down, and locked it.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder, intending to go to the classroom first and then to his internship department.

After half an hour.

In the gastroenterology department, Lin Ze took off the white coat hanging on the hook, put it on neatly, took out the name tag from his pocket, and hung it on his chest.

The door was pushed open with a click.

Chizuru Sano walked in, clutching her notebook, and closed the door behind her.

"Good morning, Lin Ze," she greeted with a smile.

"Good morning," Lin Ze replied.

A slightly damp atmosphere wafted in from outside the department, and a few green plants were placed by the window.

Upon seeing this, Sano Chizuru immediately covered her forehead.

"Oh no, I forgot to bring the plants back yesterday. I was so busy going to the classroom to eat that I completely forgot about it."

"It's okay, it didn't rain last night."

"That's what I said, but it was just luck. If it had rained, I would have been in big trouble. I didn't even close the window."

"It's hard to say if it'll be cloudy today," Lin Ze said, glancing at the weather.

"Lin Ze, why don't you go next door later and help me out?"

"it is good."

Lin Ze knew she meant to help move the potted plants down, so he rolled up his sleeves and got to work without hesitation.

He was generally quite gentle with Chizuru Sano, after all, he personally selected her as a group member, and in some ways he found her much more agreeable than the other girls.

The rain in Tokyo in recent years contains too many complex substances, meaning that hardy plants are unaffected. However, greenhouse plants like these, which are kept in science labs, start to turn yellow and wither within two days of getting rained on, as they cannot tolerate the acidity.

These tasks are naturally done by the interns.

However, Chizuru didn't feel that this was bullying her; on the contrary, she felt that it was within her duty.

She also loves growing flowers and plants.

The two got busy.

"By the way, Miyagi-san took the day off today. She has some things to do. She told me last night," Chizuru relayed on behalf of Miyagi Suzuo.

After saying that, she took the watering can and went outside.

(End of this chapter)