Science: The Little Shota of the Maori Family

"Thank you for saving me today." Ooka Momiji bowed 90 degrees to Watanabe Toru. "Also, can you tell me your name?"

028. The conspiracy behind Beika Town

"Name? Why? Are you going to thank me?" Watanabe Toru leaned in close to Ooka Momiji, so close that he could count her eyelashes. "I don't think there's any need to go to all that trouble. Just give yourself to me."

"Ah..." Ooka Hongye cried out softly, and her fair face began to turn red: "No, no, I already have a fiancé, but I can give you money..."

Watanabe Toru pinched his chin and looked at her: "So, how much is your life worth?"

"I…"

Ooka Hongye was speechless. She couldn't really put a price on her own life.

Watanabe Toru smiled, then suddenly reached out and pinched Ooka Hongye's delicate face: "Forget about the reward, saving you was just a matter of convenience. Be careful next time. You are the daughter of a consortium, and I don't know how many people are watching you. That's all, goodbye."

He withdrew his hand, put it back into his pocket, and left in a cool manner.

Ooka Hongyemu was like a fool. From childhood to adulthood, no one except his own family dared to pinch his face like this. This guy... How could this guy do this?

She suddenly woke up as if from a dream and wanted to condemn Watanabe Toru, but there was no trace of him.

Beihu Municipal Hotel, toilet cubicle.

Toru Watanabe sat on the toilet lid, looking at the time on his watch and counting down silently.

After the second hand passed a certain number, the severe pain came again.

Although he had experienced this once before and was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but tremble when he felt as if he were being stabbed by thousands of burning blades...

Ten minutes later, Toru Watanabe, dressed neatly and looking like a child again, returned to the banquet hall. Just as he was looking for Xiaolan, his little hand was suddenly grabbed, and then Xiaolan's blaming voice reached his ears.

"Xiao Che, why did you take so long? I was so worried about you."

"I'm sorry, Xiaolan." Watanabe Toru said, "When I came out of the bathroom, I met a little girl who was lost. I took her to find her mother, so I came back late."

Beihu Hotel is so big that banquets may be held on every floor, so it is normal for children to get lost.

Therefore, Xiaolan did not doubt Watanabe Toru's words. Her expression softened a little and she said, "Then you should bring the little sister to me first, and then I will take you to find the little sister's mother. There are so many people here. What if something happens to you?"

"Okay, Xiaolan, don't blame Xiaotetsu. He just meant well and wanted to do good things. How could a child think so much?" Sonoko, who was dressed up today, spoke up for Watanabe Toru: "If you continue like this, Xiaotetsu may not dare to do good things in the future."

"I…I'm just worried about Tohru."

"Sister Xiaolan." Watanabe Toru understood Xiaolan's feelings and shook her hand. "If something like this happens again in the future, I will definitely come to see Sister Xiaolan first and won't let you worry anymore."

"Look, how sensible Tetsu is," Sonoko said. "But, at such a young age, he's already using these tactics to win the favor of girls. I'm afraid many girls will fall into Tetsu's hands when he grows up."

Watanabe Toru: “…”

Xiaolan rolled her eyes at Yuanzi speechlessly: "Yuanzi, what are you talking about? Xiaoche is only a little old."

The banquet ended at ten o'clock and the guests left one after another.

Kogoro Mouri was already drunk, and Xiaolan had to support him to prevent him from falling.

"Really? I told you not to drink so much. I won't care if you get a headache later."

"I... I'm not... drunk, I can still drink..." Kogoro Mouri's tongue was tied and his mind was confused.

Xiaolan sighed and said to Watanabe Toru, "Xiao Toru, please go downstairs and call a taxi."

"it is good."

……

In a villa in Beika Town.

A large and spacious rectangular Japanese-style room with screens around it painted with white divine birds spreading their wings as if about to take flight, and yellow silk ribbons hanging from the black beams.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa, with three burly men standing in front of him and an old man dressed as a butler next to him.

If Watanabe Toru was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that two of them were the kidnappers who wanted to capture Ooka Momiji.

"You said that during the operation, a mysterious person suddenly appeared and interfered with your efforts, so you were unable to capture that girl Ooka Hongye?"

The middle-aged man's tone was flat, and it was impossible to tell whether he was angry or happy.

"Yes, we didn't do our job well. Please punish us, boss."

"Forget it." The middle-aged man sighed softly. "Accidents are inevitable. It's a pity that we missed the opportunity to make the Suzuki and Ooka consortiums our enemies. You guys go down first."

"Yes, boss."

After the three men left the Japanese-style room, a sharp look suddenly flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

"Tsuburaya."

"Master." Butler Hebian Yuangu bowed slightly.

"Kill him, don't leave any traces."

"Yes."

"We're investigating who the guy who saved Ooka Momiji is."

"I see.".

029. Ayumi's Dilemma

After two days of rain, the sky cleared up again. The heat of the previous few days was washed away and the temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

Even the trees along the road between Beika Station and Teitan Elementary School have turned lush green and look full of vitality.

In the vast sky above the school building, a few thin clouds seemed to be melted by the sun, floating slowly in the wind.

"That's all for today's class." After the bell rang, Kobayashi Sumiko closed her textbook and said to the students, "Everyone, be sure to wash your hands before eating lunch."

"Yes, Mr. Kobayashi."

"Finally, I can eat my lunch box. My stomach has been growling for a long time."

After washing his hands, Yuantai couldn't wait to open his lunch box.

A full bowl of white rice is drizzled with kashao sauce, and the tender eel is topped with a layer of green onions and seaweed. The aroma of the meat and the fragrance of the rice are perfectly combined, which whets your appetite.

"Wow, it's my favorite eel rice, so good." Yuan Tai exclaimed in surprise.

Toru Watanabe looked at Genta, who was eating rice in big mouthfuls as if he had been hungry for three days, shook his head, and opened his lunch box.

The lunch Xiaolan prepared for him was also very rich, with a hamburger steak, three fried meatballs, and vegetarian broccoli and carrots, making it nutritionally balanced.

Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks to eat, his eyes passed over Ayumi's bento.

Ayumi's bento was very simple, with a pickled plum on white rice and a vegetable salad as a side dish, without any minced meat.

He was slightly stunned, then he understood the reason. Mrs. Yoshida had just sold her house to pay off her debts, so her family must not be well off. Naturally, Ayumi had to suffer in terms of food.

Watanabe Toru picked up his hamburger steak, put it on Ayumi's lunch box, and said, "Ayumi, this hamburger steak is for you."

The strong smell of meat made Ayumi swallow her saliva. She looked up at Watanabe Toru and said, "But, Toru, if you give me the hamburger patty, you will have none left."

"It's okay, I still have some fried meatballs." Watanabe Toru showed his lunch box to Ayumi: "I've been eating hamburger steaks lately, and I'm a little tired of it. You can help me eat it."

"Well... then I won't be polite." Ayumi couldn't resist the deliciousness of the hamburger patty after all.

"Xiao Tetsu." Genta said from behind, "Next time if there are hamburger steaks, I can help you eat them."

Watanabe Toru didn't even turn around and said calmly, "You should eat less meat and lose some weight."

...

In the afternoon, there are two consecutive art classes, which are held once a week, just like home economics classes.

Toru Watanabe twirled the pencil in his hand while pondering the fruit in front of him.

He had learned sketching in his previous life, so painting was as easy for him as eating.

Ayumi leaned over and saw Watanabe Toru's painting. She exclaimed, "Mitsuhiko, Genta, come over and see what Toru drew."

The two walked over and took a look.

Yuan Tai asked curiously, "Xiao Che, why aren't you coloring your paintings?"

"Stupid, this is a sketch." Mitsuhiko was somewhat knowledgeable. After explaining to Genta what a sketch was, he looked at Watanabe Toru and asked, "Tetsu, have you learned sketching?"

Watanabe Toru nodded slightly: "I studied it for a few years before."

Several more students gathered around and after seeing Watanabe Toru's sketches, they all looked at him with admiration.

Even the artistic young art teacher smiled and said, "Watanabe-san, have you ever considered becoming a painter in the future?"

"I'll consider it." Watanabe Toru answered perfunctorily.

After the course, Watanabe Toru's work received an A as expected, and at the suggestion of the art teacher, it was posted on the wall for other students to appreciate.

After school, Toru Watanabe did not go home directly, but went to a nearby large supermarket.

He pushed the shopping cart, moving back and forth between the vegetable section, the meat section, and the frozen section. In a short while, the cart was filled with all kinds of ingredients.

"Hello, the total is 13,000 yen."

After paying at the checkout counter, Toru Watanabe walked out of the supermarket carrying two large bags with some difficulty.

He also wants to send these things to Ayumi's house.

Seeing that Ayumi's lunch box only had vegetable salad as a side dish today, Watanabe Toru felt a little sympathetic. If his daughter was like this, it would be even more unimaginable for her as a mother.

Of course, he didn't plan to continue supporting Yoshida and her daughter. Once Mrs. Yoshida's income stabilized, their quality of life would probably be better.

Watanabe Toru stared at the dilapidated apartment building before him. The white walls had long since yellowed and blackened with age, seemingly ready to peel at the slightest touch. He walked along, seeing no shops nearby. Even the vending machines so common on the streets were nowhere to be found. The tenants here were mostly those struggling financially, or those who had failed the college entrance exam, staying temporarily here to study for a year before the next one.

Walking up the creaking stairs, Toru Watanabe arrived at the door of Ayumi's apartment.

Including the time he moved, this is his second time here.

I knocked on the door and soon heard footsteps from inside.

"Who is it?" Ayumi asked cautiously from behind the door.

"Ayumi, it's me, Watanabe." Watanabe Toru replied.

030. White Lies

The door opened.

Ayumi poked her head out and was a little surprised by Watanabe Toru's arrival.

"Xiao Che, why are you here?"

"I'm here to bring you something." Watanabe Toru raised the bag in his hand and said, "By the way, I have something to ask of you, Auntie."

"Mom hasn't come back yet, Xiao Che, please come in first."

"it is good."

The apartment is not big, only about 40 square meters. Excluding the bathroom and kitchen, the overall look is a bit crowded, not to mention sofas, potted plants and other space-consuming things.

Watanabe Toru sat cross-legged on the tatami. Ayumi poured him a glass of cold water and then sat down on her knees in front of him.

"Xiao Che, I don't have anything to serve you at home. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Watanabe Toru took a sip of water and asked, "Are you used to living here?"

"Well, although this place is a little smaller and farther from school than before, my mother takes me to school every day, so I don't feel tired."

"That's good."

"By the way, Xiao Toru, what's in your bag?" Ayumi asked curiously, pointing at the two big bags that Watanabe Toru brought.

"Oh, there are some ingredients in it." Watanabe Toru stood up, opened the bag, and took out the frozen food inside: "Ayumi, put these in the refrigerator, it will be bad if they melt."

"Oh oh." Ayumi didn't have time to ask more questions. She took the frozen ingredients from Watanabe Toru and walked towards the kitchen.

After the two of them had placed the ingredients, Mrs. Yoshida also came back.

"Auntie." Toru Watanabe greeted.

"Xiao Che is here." Mrs. Yoshida chuckled and said, "It's just right. Auntie bought some chicken legs. Come stay and have dinner with us."

"Mom, Xiao Che bought a lot of ingredients." Ayumi said from the side.

"Ingredients?" Mrs. Yoshida was stunned.