Kyoto: I just want to be a gentleman

Oh, if you don't want to watch it, then don't watch it.

When I realized that my loss would only cause Ishiyama Ryoma to tease me, I moved my exercise book back from the side.

What is the parametric equation of C1?

Ishiyama Ryoma sat in the empty seat next to me, talking to himself as if no one was around.

"I heard that they are twins."

Nonsense, anyone with eyes can see that the two sisters in the photo are twins.

"I heard that they transferred from Kamisaka Private School."

I do know about Kamisaka Private School. I saw the top student in their grade in the math competition held last semester.

He is a master.

"I heard that the elder sister is good at studying, but the younger sister is not."

What does studying well or poorly have to do with me?

Just as I was about to chase away Ishiyama Ryouma who was making small talk, I was suddenly stunned.

Because he said, "I heard that both of them are second-generation officials, rich and powerful."

Okay, women, you two have successfully caught my attention.

If there was an easier and faster way to get to the top, I would never say no.

As for its shortcomings, I will leave it to those who are jealous and drooling to describe them.

Seeing that his words had successfully aroused my curiosity, Ishiyama Ryoma sat down and told me all the information he had found out.

I remember there was an old saying, "The ducks know first when the river water warms in spring."

But if this sentence is put in Luonan High School, it will become "School gossip, Shishan Liangma is the prophet."

No gossip would escape his ears.

This has a lot to do with the fact that he is a member of the school's baseball team.

Usually this kind of role is very popular not only among boys' groups, but also among girls.

From the conversation with Ishiyama Ryoma, I learned about their identities, their past at Kamisaka High School... and even their preferences.

For some reason, I always feel that it is somewhat familiar.

The girl named "Chiharu Kitano" and I have similar preferences in some respects.

But I didn't feel weird.

After all, the world is big and there are many people with similar interests.

Isn’t there one sitting next to me?

It was just something that caught me a little off guard.

I had originally planned to have only five minutes to listen to Ishiyama Ryoma's gossip, but he went on without stopping and took up my entire break time.

So much so that Ishiyama Ryoma returned to his seat just as Teacher Mizutani walked into the classroom.

Damn it.

I haven't figured out what the parametric equation for C1 is yet.

The last class of the morning was spent listening to Mr. Mizutani's poetry recitation.

Whenever I tried to secretly take out the math exercise book from the hole in the desk, I would be watched vaguely by Mr. Mizutani.

Based on Neon's hidden occupation, I even suspected that she was once a ninja.

Perhaps, only ninjas have such keen insight.

But then again, sometimes I wonder if the people who wrote these poems never considered that their own poems would one day appear in the classrooms of students years from now.

They don’t even know that the poems they wrote casually can be interpreted in so many ways.

Of course, these are just my complaints. After complaining, I still have to continue to memorize those damn analyses.

When Ishiyama Ryoma and I were about to go to the cafeteria together, I noticed a group of people gathered in front of the back window of the class next door.

The number of people was so large that normal traffic was completely blocked.

Just as I was wondering about the reason, Ishiyama Ryoma pointed at the twin sisters who were slowly walking out from the back door and tugged at my sleeve.

In a voice that only the two of us could hear, he said, "Look, there are those two people."

Just like I said just now.

Anyone with sufficient knowledge could pick these two people out from the crowd.

The group of people who had been crowded around the rear window originally came to watch the fun, but when they saw the appearance of two figures, they seemed to have received some kind of signal and consciously divided into two rows, making way for the newcomers.

I caught a glimpse of this scene and breathed a sigh of relief. This little episode was finally over and I could finally go to the cafeteria to enjoy my lunch.

The twin brother and I took completely opposite paths.

I went east and they went west.

When we passed each other, I noticed my sister in a dress. The hem of her skirt fluttered gently in the breeze. When she passed by me, I seemed to catch a glimpse of a smile on her face.

What's hidden in that smile?

Is it a secret, a joy, or a vision of the future? I have no idea, but it makes me curious.

At the same time, I faintly smelled a peculiar smell, which was elegant and charming, making people unconsciously want to trace its source.

I took a quick sniff.

It smells like lavender.

Chapter 180 Entrance Examination (Good luck in the college entrance examination!)

(Next chapter 179)

Tokyo.

Waseda University.

Tokyo's summer seems to push the sun's enthusiasm to the extreme.

The sun was hot and dazzling, mercilessly shining on every corner of the city, and every brick and stone seemed to be scorched. There was a unique sense of stuffiness in the air, as if every inch of air was permeated by the heat of the sun, making it difficult to breathe.

In this hot weather, the examination room seemed to have turned into a harsh battlefield.

The sun shone mercilessly through the cracks in the windows, and the scorching rays mercilessly sprinkled on every candidate, as if to scorch every cell in their body. This made the already tense and depressing atmosphere even heavier, as if the air was frozen by the high temperature.

In the examination room, several electric fans were spinning feebly, making a faint humming sound, like an old man gasping for breath. The breeze they brought seemed to be just a drop in the bucket, unable to really relieve the discomfort caused by the scorching heat.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of the candidates' foreheads, and they were like pearls that had broken off a string, sliding down one by one. Some candidates even had to wipe their sweat with their hands from time to time, for fear that the sweat would drip onto their test papers.

The air was filled with a mixture of tension and stuffiness, and everyone was struggling with their own inner anxiety and the high temperature outside.

Their brows were furrowed, and their deep eyes revealed a firm belief. The pen tip quickly moved across the paper, making a rustling sound, which intertwined with the hum of the electric fan, as if playing a unique symphony in the examination room.

As time went by, the temperature in the examination room seemed to be getting higher and higher, but this did not dampen the students' fighting spirit. They seemed to forget the scorching heat around them and devoted themselves to the examination with full concentration.

Every question on the test paper is a step in their pursuit of their dreams. They think and calculate seriously, and their sweat soaks the edges of the test paper, but it cannot stop them from pursuing their dreams.

Yes, this is the step of a boy from Iwate Prefecture pursuing his dream.

Watanabe Hideyuki has been preparing for today's exam for eighteen years.

During these seventeen and a half years, Watanabe Hideyuki has put in countless efforts and sweat.

He gets up early and goes to bed late every day, studies tirelessly, and constantly improves his knowledge. He has experienced countless setbacks and difficulties, but he has never given up his dream. Because he knows that only through his own efforts and persistence can he realize his ideal.

Perhaps...for the current Watanabe Hideyuki, he no longer needs to rely on a diploma from Waseda University to realize his dream.

Just relying on the production invitations received from Arisa Kuroda and music, plus the "White Night Walk" he wrote in his spare time a while ago, Watanabe Hideyuki can also earn a decent income.

This income not only makes his life more affluent, but also gives him more creative space.

Yes, he exchanged a memory capsule from the prop store a while ago.

That magical capsule seemed to have opened a treasure trove of his memory, allowing him to clearly recall every detail of "White Night Walk" that he had read.

With the help of the memory capsule, he wrote the complete story of "White Night Walk". The story, like a beautiful painting, slowly unfolded under his pen.

Every character and every plot seems to come alive on the paper.

When he submitted his manuscript, it was Sugita Saki who found the channel - people like Sugita Saki who have been in the management circle for many years naturally know how to become famous faster, and the entertainment circle is almost the same. When he gave the manuscript to the corresponding editor, the editor did not react much at first, but just politely accepted the manuscript and said that it would be reviewed as soon as possible.

However, a few days later, the editor called with a tone full of surprise and excitement. She told Watanabe Hideyuki that the story of "White Night Walk" deeply moved her, the characters were vivid, and the plot was gripping. This is definitely a work with the potential to become a bestseller. She hopes to meet with Watanabe Hideyuki as soon as possible to further discuss publishing matters.

Upon hearing the news, Watanabe Hideyuki naturally did not react much.

If "White Night Walk" still cannot open up channels in Japan, he really doesn't know what other books he needs to learn from in order to attract the market's attention.

But even so, the admission letter from Waseda University was undoubtedly a perfect answer to the first 18 years of his life, which was why he was sitting here now, braving the scorching heat to answer the letter.

It has been a week since he returned from Shikoku.

The day after he and Satomi arrived in Kyoto to rest, they took the train to Tokyo together to prepare for their respective entrance exams.

Yes, it is “each”.

Yesterday, Nishii Satomi just finished the exam of the Faculty of Medicine of the University of Tokyo and should be waiting for him to come back in the hotel.

According to his observation, Rimi looked very relaxed after the exam yesterday...so, he can't fall behind!

hateful!

Watanabe Hideyuki held the pen tightly in his hand, as if he wanted to pour all his determination and strength into the test paper.

His eyes were firm and sharp, as determined as a soldier facing the battlefield. He carefully reviewed each question and wrote down the answer after careful consideration.

The time for the exam passed by little by little, and Watanabe Hideyuki's heartbeat gradually accelerated.

Finally, the exam bell rang, Watanabe Hideyuki put down the pen in his hand and let out a long breath.

He felt an unprecedented sense of ease and relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from him.

He knew that he had tried his best, and whether he came first or second was entirely up to fate.

He stood up and stretched his body which had become stiff from sitting for a long time, and an inexplicable excitement and anticipation surged in his heart.