Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

Chapter 450 Wait until the next time when you feel like it

Late in the night of midsummer, the streets preparing to fall asleep seem to be caressed by the moonlight, quiet and gentle.

The night sky is dotted with stars, twinkling with faint and charming light, just like a handful of fine sugar sprinkled by the Creator.

The breeze, with a hint of freshness from the night dew, blew gently through the treetops, making a rustling sound.

"Why are you still saying this, Maria? We are not friends anymore. You don't have to be polite to me."

Ginjo Sosuke stepped back a little and peeked at Utsunomiya Maria's expression. Her fair cheeks seemed to have been kissed by the silver moonlight, and her slightly raised mouth corners made her look charming and attractive.

"That's the same. I always heard that people in Tokyo were very cold, but I didn't expect that I would win the jackpot the first time I came here. Whether it's Sosuke, Mai or Mrs. Matsumoto, they are all very kind people."

The sweet voice combined with her sexy outfit is really too unfair.

“Maybe it’s because I’m not from Tokyo myself, haha.”

Ginjo Sousuke couldn't help but laugh.

"That's right, where did Sosuke transfer from?"

"Hokkaido."

"Eh? That far away?"

"Not as far as you think."

"It's fate that we two strangers met in a city as big as Tokyo, right?"

"Of course, and I was lucky enough to eat the curry fried noodles made by Maria herself, even though it was almost burnt."

"Ah, you still dare to bring up that matter. It's all your fault for peeking."

Because of these words, Utsunomiya Maria slapped Ginjō's arm hard, then pouted like a child and turned her head away.

"Haha, I'm just kidding. I was peeking from the beginning, but Maria never noticed."

Ginjou wanted to grab her and slap his wrist, but ended up holding her hand tightly.

You could feel Utsunomiya Maria pause for a few seconds before she closed her slender fingers and clenched them tightly.

Although they were still being awkward just now, as soon as their eyes met, Utsunomiya Maria immediately smiled.

Compared to when I first met her earlier today, her smile now was not only more childish, but also less guarded, giving people a feeling that it came from the heart and was not at all contrived.

At this time, the corners of Utsunomiya Maria's eyes would always droop deeply and softly, so Ginjo knew at a glance that this was not a fake smile.

The warm summer night breeze stirred the little heat still in the air, and Ginjo took her for a stroll around the apartment, which was full of quiet paths that few strangers would know about.

"Hey, I'm talking to Sousuke."

Utsunomiya Maria seemed to remember something and pulled Ginjō's hand hard.

"Huh? What?"

Ginjo Sousuke turned his head and looked at her.

"Today, I only used 80% of my strength at most."

"I know that kind of thing."

"Really? I really didn't lie. It's really true. You must believe me on this one point."

Walking on the street at night, her flip-flops made a clattering sound as they hit the ground.

She held Ginjō's fingers in her hand and played with them, whispering to herself in a self-deprecating tone, her curled eyelashes casting a neat shadow on her beautiful profile.

"Okay, I believe you Maria. No, I really believe you from the bottom of my heart!"

Utsunomiya Maria still held Ginjo's hand, and leaned closer with her face fixed on his eyes, as if to check whether his eyes were the same as what he said.

"How about this, next time when Sousuke is in the mood, I'll make it for you. Then it will be a perfect fried noodle."

"Okay, okay, I will definitely look forward to that day seriously."

"But seriously, wouldn't Sosuke get sick of curry if he always eats it? Oh, maybe I can find a professional cooking school to learn."

"I can learn about some dishes other than curry, which can help me get over my nervousness when others watch me cook. It may also help me find a job in the future~"

"It doesn't matter if you don't reach that level. I think Maria's current level is already very good."

"Being pretty good doesn't mean being the best! I must make Sosuke think "This guy is awesome! He has a lot of femininity!"

In coordination with Utsunomiya Maria who was wearing flip-flops, Ginjo Sousuke tried to slow down his pace.

This is better, the slower the better, because both of them want to prolong the time of walking in the night as much as possible.

"By the way, I really think this is a good idea. Let's spend this summer in the hellish training of the culinary tiger's den."

Trying to imagine Maria Utsunomiya immersed in special training, Ginjo Sousuke almost laughed out loud.

What was that like? Hanging upside down on a cliff with white waves rolling up on the shore, being whipped while beating egg whites and making sesame salad at the same time?

"Is there such a thing? Cooking Tiger's Den."

"Yeah, let's do it this way. Cancel other arrangements later..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Utsunomiya Maria glanced at Ginjo Sousuke, who was much higher than her eye level.

Ginjou quickly looked back at her, which made her look away a little awkwardly, looking at the swarm of moths flying towards the streetlight.

"Do you have to go to this extent just to entertain me?"

Until now, Ginjo Sousuke still thought she was joking.

"I don't think it's that exaggerated. Anyway, I just plan to laze around and spend another boring summer."

"This impromptu idea might be the right choice. At least give it a try. Even if you lose interest, it's not too late to give up."

Utsunomiya Maria bit her lower lip and muttered, the shadows of the two people fell on the asphalt road, and the heat accumulated during the day seemed not to have dissipated yet.

After being reminded by her, Ginjo Sosuke found that he had no plans at all for this summer vacation, and he spent every day doing various activities that couples would do with women.

But he thinks there is nothing wrong with this. A casual life can make one feel freer. If everything is rigid, a lot of fun will be lost.

"That's right. Only by trying it can you know if you really like it."

Ginjo Sousuke let out a light breath and closed his eyes tightly. Before Utsunomiya Maria noticed, he opened his eyes again.

"Sousuke has also realized it, right? In fact, the same principle applies to many things, just like the relationship between men and women."

She discovered this popular boy at the first stop when she arrived in Tokyo. Even if he had some complicated relationship between men and women, Utsunomiya Maria also wanted to experience the feeling of being involved in it.

Ginjo took her on a tour around the apartment and told her the approximate locations of the surrounding tram stations, restaurants, convenience stores, and pharmacies.

Returning to the starting point, the two went upstairs together and said goodbye at the stairs on the second floor.

Maria Utsunomiya returned to her room alone again, took off her slippers, turned on the lights, and threw her keys and cell phone on the table.

The room was still filled with the rich aroma of curry mee, which was no wonder, considering the pans and dishes were left unwashed, just sitting in the sink.

When she was cooking just now, she seemed to have forgotten to turn on the exhaust fan because she was not familiar with the new environment.

So she opened all the windows to let the smell go away quickly, and then closed the gauze curtains to block out mosquitoes.

However, there was only a slight breeze blowing in, not even enough to blow away a thin page of a TV magazine. It seemed that I would have to endure this smell for the time being.

Standing at the window, I could hear faint sounds coming from outside.

It was the sound of the wind and cars passing by the road downstairs. As one car went away, another came.

These sounds actually highlighted how quiet the room was. For some reason, Utsunomiya Maria hurriedly turned on the TV, chose the noisiest variety show possible, and turned up the volume.

Next to the sofa where the two of them had just sat, tucked into the corner of the table leg was a rose-patterned cushion that she had specially brought from her hometown, with crimson bows tied at the four corners.

There was also something dropped nearby. When I picked it up, I saw it was an eye mask with the word "sleep" written on it.

This was the one that Yincheng had just brought with him. It fell to the floor and there seemed to be a little bit of his smell left on it.

Unconsciously fiddling with the blindfold with her fingertips, Utsunomiya Maria stood in the middle of the room in a trance.

Now, this space is so quiet that it feels like the onomatopoeias of "silence" and "emptiness" in comics are hanging in the air above your head.

She thought to herself that she really had a comic book brain.

In the single room where Ginjō was not there, only the afterglow of the joy just now remained, but it disappeared in an instant.

Compared to being simply "nothing", it's even more empty and lonely. In comparison, completely continuous monotony and boredom might be better.

Roll on the ground silently, like a piece of meat, feeling nothing, and let time pass by on its own.

However, the loneliness now stimulates Utsunomiya Maria's heart at an accelerated rate. Once the things that she had not noticed while immersed in the silence begin to slip away, she will notice them.

It's just like air, just like wind. Loneliness is air, you can feel it as soon as it moves.

Using the eye mask as a hair band, she lifted up the unsightly hair on her forehead and fixed it, then Utsunomiya Maria turned up the volume of the TV.

He turned his arm and headed towards the kitchen, deciding to wash all the dishes before time passed while he ran off to surf the internet.

Two white ceramic plates, two sets of forks, two glasses for drinking oolong tea, a teapot for making tea after meals, and two mugs.

What is this small plate for? Ah, it's for red ginger, and there's also a frying pan and long chopsticks.

After pouring a little dishwashing liquid on the sponge and filling the small bucket on the sink with water, Utsunomiya Maria looked down at the tableware for two and let out a long sigh.

Phew... and then just lower your head like this...

I have spent a lot of time alone since I was a child, so why do I still feel lonely?

Once I started imagining, my hand that was scrubbing the first plate couldn't help but stop.

A bunch of comedians' laughter came from the TV, and the machine-gun-like Kansai accent ignored her existence.

I accidentally looked back and almost started talking to the TV.

Really... Why am I so lonely... I am such an idiot...

Until now, it doesn’t matter how long I stay home alone.

It can even be said that he actively wanted to be alone and escape from interpersonal relationships, so he decided to leave his hometown.

Before meeting Ginjō today, Utsunomiya Maria had never been so afraid of being alone, but now she has become like this.

A guy like Yincheng must be very busy on weekdays.

It's depressing just to imagine the days when I can't see him.