Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

Because they did not have a letter of introduction from the clinic below, they had to bear all the treatment costs themselves.

When we arrived at the payment area, Ginjo Sousuke was standing in front.

"Well, I can do it, Shiraishi-senpai."

Ginjo tried to take out the wallet from his right pocket with his left hand, but his movements seemed a little clumsy.

"What are you doing, Ginjō-san?"

Lisa Shiraishi stretched out her delicate little hand and pushed him down.

"I have to pay for this."

After saying that, he took out a bank card and handed it over before Yincheng could do so.

"Shiraishi-senpai..."

"It goes without saying that Ginjo-san, you were injured because of me, do you want to pay for your treatment yourself?"

"Thank you, Shiraishi-senpai."

Ginjo Sousuke originally wanted to be polite to her, but seeing her resolute look, he gave up.

Walking out of the hospital gate, the two people stood on the roadside waiting for a taxi.

It was obvious that Lisa Shiraishi was still a little concerned about Sousuke Ginjo's injury.

"I'm sorry, Ginjo-san, for causing you such serious injuries. If I hadn't invited you to the training, none of this would have happened."

Her tone was full of self-blame and guilt.

"Don't take it personally, Shiraishi-senpai. It was just an accident. It's not your fault. Stop blaming yourself."

"You know, I was very naughty when I was little. I've experienced many injuries, big and small. This level of injury is nothing."

Ginjo Sousuke comforted her with a smile, and raised his finger for Shiraishi Lisa to see.

But when I lifted it up I found it a bit strange.

Why this finger...

"Put it down now, Ginjo-san."

Lisa Shiraishi also noticed something was wrong and turned her head away embarrassedly.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't notice, haha."

Ginjo Sousuke quickly lowered his raised middle finger.

"Ginjo-san, it must have hurt when you fell just now, right?"

Lisa Shiraishi gently picked up Ginjo's injured hand, as if she was holding a fragile piece of porcelain.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt anymore. I've already taken some painkillers from the doctor."

"Oh, if only I had been more careful."

Lisa Shiraishi sighed deeply, still thinking about what had just happened.

When the taxi stopped in front of the two of them, Lisa Shiraishi let go of Ginjo's hand.

"Let me take you back, Ginjō-san."

"I'm fine, Shiraishi-senpai, it's just a broken finger."

"No, I have to make sure Ginjo gets home safely. This is my minimum requirement."

Today, Lisa Shiraishi was particularly persistent, as if she was trying her best to make up for the mistakes she had made.

Ginjo Sosuke couldn't do anything with her, so he had to give up his seat in the back seat and let her sit in.

The car was driving fast on the bustling streets of Tokyo, and Ginjo Sosuke looked out the window naturally.

The bustling crowds were walking through the streets and alleys, and all kinds of buildings were passing by quickly before our eyes like scenes from a movie.

It was a feeling that was both real and illusory, as if I was just a bystander, quietly observing the hustle and bustle of this world.

Ginjō stared at the outside world in a trance, while Shiraishi Lisa turned her gaze to the young man sitting next to her.

Slightly messy short black hair, a perfect angular profile, and shining eyes that seem filled with endless depth.

The arms exposed outside the short-sleeved shirt have obvious muscle lines and a healthy complexion, as if every cell in his body exudes the breath of sunshine.

Ginjo Sousuke felt the gazes cast on him, and the moment he turned around, the two men's eyes met.

"Eh? Is Shiraishi-senpai looking at me?"

"No...nothing...I was just looking at Ginjo-san's injured hand..."

Shiraishi Lisa blushed and looked away, then quietly turned her head away, repeating this before she finished saying this.

"Thank you for your concern, Shiraishi-senpai."

Ginjo Sosuke's smile is sincere and pure, giving people an irresistible attraction.

They arrived at the apartment smoothly, but Lisa Shiraishi insisted on sending Sosuke Ginjo to his room before she felt at ease.

Go up the stairs and arrive at room 303 where Yincheng is.

"Please come in, Shiraishi-senpai."

After entering the room, Lisa Shiraishi looked around and seemed to be quite interested in Ginjo's residence.

The room is not big, but very clean.

There is no extra furniture, just a small and comfortable sofa and coffee table.

The overall layout is well organized, not as messy as one might imagine a boys' room to be.

It can be seen that Ginjo Sosuke is a boy who pays great attention to details.

"This is Ginjo-san's home. I'm so envious of you for being able to live alone."

"It is indeed more free if you live alone. Please take a seat."

"Well...I don't think I have anything here that can entertain Shiraishi-senpai."

"Ah, no need to entertain, I'm leaving now. I just want to feel relieved when I see Ginjo-san get home safely."

"Do you need me to ask for leave for you at school?"

Lisa Shiraishi has considered every aspect very carefully.

"No need, Shiraishi-senpai, it's just a finger injury and it won't affect normal classes."

"Okay then, Ginjo, remember to take your medicine on time as instructed by the doctor. If you have any other questions, please contact me immediately."

"Ok."

Shiraishi Lisa turned and walked to the door, and Ginjo's voice called her from behind again.

"Shiraishi-senpai."

"Ok?"

Lisa Shiraishi turned around and saw the clear eyes of Sosuke Ginjo.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze there.

Lisa Shiraishi's eyes shook slightly, and her gaze began to become wandering, as if she was a little shy.

But in the end, she seemed to have made up her mind and looked straight into Ginjo's eyes.

"Thank you so much today, Shiraishi-senpai, for helping me so much."

"It's nothing, this is what I should do...Anyway, take care of yourself, Ginjo-san."

Lisa Shiraishi's figure gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, but the faint smile on her face never stopped...

Chapter 50: My Wife's Concern

When Shiraishi Lisa walked into the yard, she stopped, raised her head slightly, and looked at the room where Ginjo Sosuke was.

"This is where Ginjo-san lives. Come visit him again when you have the chance."

There were complex emotions flashing in her eyes, and she thought silently in her heart.

"Hello, Miss. Who are you visiting?"

A gentle female voice interrupted her thoughts.

Lisa Shiraishi turned around and saw a beautiful woman with pigtails talking to her.

Tomoko Matsumoto came back from the vegetable market and happened to see the girl standing in the yard.

"Hello, I'm not here to visit you, but a fellow student of mine was injured, so I sent him back."

"Eh? Injured? Are you talking about Ginjō-san?"

After all, there was only one male tenant in this apartment, Sosuke Ginjo, so Matsumoto Tomoko came to the conclusion easily.

"Yes, do you know him? Ginjo-san got injured accidentally during club practice at school, and we just came back from the hospital."

"I'm the apartment manager here. Ginjo-san is my tenant. How is his injury? Is it serious?"

Matsumoto Tomoko's tone was full of worry, and her eyes inadvertently drifted towards the room where Ginjo Sosuke was.

"Ginjo-san is doing fine at the moment. I've taken him to the hospital and the doctor said he's fine."

"Miss Administrator, thank you for taking care of him these days."

Lisa Shiraishi gave Matsumoto Tomoko a brief account of the current situation in Ginjo.

"Okay, don't worry."

Hearing that Ginjo wasn't seriously injured, Matsumoto Tomoko felt a little relieved.

"Thank you. I'll take my leave now."

Lisa Shiraishi bowed politely, then turned and left.

Seeing that the girl's figure had disappeared at the door, Matsumoto Tomoko didn't bother to put the things she bought back into the room, and rushed straight to the third floor.

dong dong dong...

There was a rapid knock on the door.