Kyoto: I just want to be a gentleman

"Eat so much?"

"One in the morning and one at noon, not many."

"Why didn't your wife prepare a lunch box for you?"

"Alas. Her company has just set up a new project. She has been so busy these days that she leaves work very late every day. How can I bother her?"

"It's really hard work."

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Ding.

There was a crisp sound coming from the microwave.

Wearing gloves, Arisa Kuroda packed two hot fried noodles into a box and handed it to the man.

"Thank you for your patronage."

Arisa Kuroda saw the two customers off and began to walk around the shelves checking the inventory, carefully checking the number of items and the number that needed to be replenished in the notebook.

In this way, Arisa Kuroda was busy until about five in the afternoon. When Natsumi Terasawa came back, she finished her work at the convenience store today.

Just as she did at the beginning, she returned to the staff lounge, took off her work clothes, changed into her own clothes, said hello to Sister Xia Mei, and left the convenience store.

Where to go next?

Izakaya.

Arisa Kuroda received a message from the owner of the izakaya yesterday.

The waitress who often came here had some problems at home and the store was overwhelmed, so the boss lady asked her if she had time to come over and help.

There is nothing wrong with Arisa Kuroda.

It's a part-time job.

It's her favorite thing to do.

Whenever she saw the small amount of money lying quietly in her wallet, she would feel a sense of satisfaction and security in her heart.

That is a sense of security that cannot be replaced by anything else.

So Arisa Kuroda took the evening train straight to the izakaya.

The izakaya is located in Shimogyo Ward, which is neither far nor near. It can be reached in about 30 minutes by train.

When Arisa arrived at the pub, she saw a busy scene.

The store was packed with people, with tables even outside the store entrance. The sound of customers chatting loudly, laughing, and clinking wine glasses was endless, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of food and sake.

The proprietress was anxiously directing the waiters to serve the food, pass the dishes, take orders, and clean the tables, but the waiter who often came was nowhere to be seen.

When the proprietress saw Arisa Kuroda coming, an expression of relief appeared on her face.

She liked the little girl very much.

Although this little girl is thin, she is hardworking and can do more work than some men. She is serious, responsible and efficient in her work and she never complains.

If...the male waiter wasn't her distant nephew, she would have kicked him out long ago and replaced him with the little girl in front of her.

How much trouble it would save.

There are no excessive words, just the basic qualities of a person who has been working for many years.

Arisa Kuroda walked into the storage room behind the izakaya, put on the store's uniform and apron, and started her part-time job again.

"Two large glasses of draft beer at table three."

"receive."

"Table one, two skewers of yakitori, three skewers of octopus balls, and one portion of fried tempura."

"Ok."

"The guests at table number four have left. Could you please clean up the table, Kuroda-san?"

"clear."

The night gradually fell with Arisa's busy movements.

Just when the busiest period was over, Arisa suddenly found two women in the corner of the pub.

The reason why these two women attracted Arisa's attention was because of their outstanding looks, good figures, quiet appearance and... their drunken state.

This indescribable contrast did not make Arisa have a bad feeling towards the two of them. Instead, it made her feel that these two ladies were very cute.

One of the women was wearing a dark blue suit when she first arrived. She looked neat and dignified. The collar of her white shirt was turned up, which formed a sharp contrast with the dark blue coat and added a bit of intellectual temperament.

The cuffs of her coat were carefully turned up, revealing the cuffs of her white shirt underneath, making her look intellectual and generous.

She also wore a wide belt of the same color around her waist, which made her figure look even slimmer. Her lower body was a knee-length skirt and a pair of black leather shoes with shiny uppers.

And now.

She had thrown her dark blue suit into some corner a long time ago, and her white shirt was stained with wine.

All in all, it looked very embarrassing.

The woman sitting opposite this woman was still slightly sober and wanted to help the drunk lady, but was strongly stopped.

"Don't, don't bother me, I can still drink." As he said that, he lifted up the bottle of wine on the table which had been empty for a long time and poured the wine into his mouth.

"Go...home." said the sober lady after burping.

"Go... go back to what home? I... don't have a home..." the drunk lady murmured incoherently, then stretched out her hand to pinch the sober lady's face, "Shui... Yue... why did you... leave and leave me... alone... there..."

As she spoke, the drunk lady actually had a few drops of crystal clear wine in her eyes...tears?

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not gone, I'm still alive and well." The sober lady complained to the drunk lady angrily, "Don't drink anymore, you've had too much to drink."

"I... I'm not drunk... Why don't you drink anymore... Are you raising fish..." The drunk woman said as she took some wine from the table and handed it to the sober lady's mouth.

"I don't drink..."

"Shui...Yue...you don't want me anymore..." the drunk woman said pitifully.

The sober woman held her forehead with her hand, took the wine glass reluctantly, and drank it all in one gulp: "Okay, okay, don't cry, Shui Gu, be good, I still want you..."

Arisa Kuroda watched the farce unfold until...even the sober woman fell drunk on the table.

"Guest, guest?"

Arisa Kuroda moved forward and shook the sober woman's body, but the only response she got was snoring, while the drunk woman in front of her still looked cheerful.

"Shuiyue, you can't drink more than me, hahahaha." As he said that, he staggered out of the small leather bag on his right hand, made a scissors hand gesture, and took a big photo with the drunk sober woman.

"Guest, do you want to go back? We can call a taxi for you."

"No, where to go back..." The photo taking just now seemed to have used up the last bit of consciousness of the drunk woman. Then she also fell drunkenly on the table like Shuiyue, and her cell phone slipped to her feet.

It's really tricky.

This is not the first time that Arisa Kuroda, who has worked in the izakaya for a long time, has encountered this kind of situation. They have a special method to deal with this situation - use the other party's mobile phone to contact family members to come and pick them up.

Arisa Kuroda picked up the drunk woman's cell phone that had fallen on the ground, opened the address book, and scrolled down to try to find people with notes such as "husband", "father", and "mother".

Unfortunately to no avail.

All that came into view were strings of unfamiliar names.

Just at this moment, she suddenly saw a familiar name.

Hideyuki Watanabe...! ?

Arisa Kuroda was stunned.

Is this world so small?

Thinking about this, she looked up at the drunk woman and finally found the answer from the nameplate on the chest next to the woman's white shirt.

"Luonan High School

Mizutani Riho

It turned out to be that guy's teacher.

That would be convenient.

Arisa clicked on Hideyuki's name and called.

"Mr. Mizutani, what's wrong? I just finished my after-school tutoring... It went well, Imperial Army, please rest assured..."

A young man's unfocused voice came from the other end of the line.

"..."

For a moment, Arisa was silent.

"What's wrong? Mr. Mizutani, please speak. Wai? Wai? Is the signal bad?"

"...I'm not your Mizutani teacher, Watanabe classmate." The girl rarely showed a mischievous smile, "Guess who I am?"

"Ah? Who are you? Hurry up and give us back our beloved Mizutani teacher! Hey, Temearu!"

"Don't even think about sinking Mr. Mizutani into Tokyo Bay. I'll call the police if you do that, and you won't be able to get away. Don't do anything stupid."

"Fool."

"Ah?"

"It's me, Kuroda Arisa."

"It's you, Arisa-chan." The boy's cheerful voice came from the other end of the line, "No, why is Mr. Mizutani's phone in your hands?"

"Your beloved teacher Mizutani has drunk too much. Her address is... Come and pick her up. We won't wait for you later."

"Ah?"

Before the boy could react, Arisa hung up the phone, took two disposable paper cups from the water dispenser, poured some warm water into them, and placed them in front of the two ladies.

Then she picked up the sober woman's phone and dialed the number with the note "husband" written on it.

About fifteen minutes passed.

A handsome boy walked into the store holding the hand of a petite and cute girl and went straight to the drunk woman.

About twenty minutes after the drunk woman was handed over to Watanabe Hideyuki, the sober woman's husband finally arrived.