Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 875 I won’t wait for you on an empty stomach!

Miss Sawamura Spencer Eriri returned home at 9:30 on Sunday evening in the family's royal blue Infiniti with a diplomatic photo badge on it. Mrs. Sayuri and Mr. Spencer had already sat down at their desks at 8:30.

The blonde lady held a white lady's bag in front of her with both hands. She turned her upper body back and waved goodbye to the driver with a smile. When she turned around again, her face was cold and solemn.

He pushed the door open with a bang and threw his coat directly onto the shelf next to him.

"Are you ready?" she asked loudly.

An accurate response came from the study upstairs. The girl took a deep breath and quickly walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

The door of the study was open. Mrs. Sayuri and Mr. Spencer sat opposite each other beside an elegant desk carved from a whole piece of mahogany. Looking at their daughter whom they had not seen for a long time at the door, even though the father, who was a daughter-slave, was very excited, he just sat firmly on the chair.

Eriri came to the other side of the desk and sat down, and the three of them sat in a triangle.

Their eyes met, and the girl pulled out a schoolbag from under the table and placed it on the desk with a thump.

"Then, let's begin!"

The next moment, the Chinese, Mathematics and English exercise books were spread out in front of the three people, and the distribution was Eriri for Mathematics, Mrs. Sayuri for Chinese, and Mr. Spencer for English.

In the past, Sayuri's wife was in charge of mathematics, but a certain Jin Shanshan thought that she was now very strong after being tutored by Kyosuke, and mathematics was no longer taken seriously by her. It would be better to let her mother take charge of the more troublesome Chinese.

As for asking Mr. Spencer to teach English, it was not because he was good at English and could do it quickly and well. On the contrary, he was capable of producing results that matched Eriri's ability despite her poor English performance.

Half a minute later.

“What’s the point of learning this stuff called sequences? Didn’t I choose liberal arts because I hate math? Why do I have to suffer this torture now? Aaaaaaa——!!”

Ying Lili cried and held her head in her hands, while her parents watched coldly. Everyone had their own tasks and had no time to care about others.

Another half minute passed.

"Oh Gasang~~"

The girl called out affectionately in a voice so sweet it made your teeth fall out.

"what?"

Sayuri Sawamura raised her head, not in a good mood. It was obvious that it was not a good thing to let her daughter, who was already this old, relive the nightmare of her school days.

As if she didn't notice her mother's sullen face, Eriri said attentively:

"Let's switch. You write this one and I'll write the Mandarin one~~"

Mrs. Sayuri took a sip of Coke and nodded simply, "Okay."

"Thank you for your kindness and tolerance~~"

Eriri thanked him quickly, and then the two of them slid the exercise books towards each other across the wide table like they were playing poker in a casino.

No, it's more like exchanging guns than a poker game?

Eriri suddenly had an idea, but she couldn't figure out why they had to exchange guns. Was it more romantic to let the other person shoot her with his own gun? She couldn't figure it out, and she wondered if she had done too many math problems. Why did she even have to think about such a boring problem?

Shaking her head, she lowered her head to look at the exercise book, and the next second.

"Huh?! Sayuri, what did you do?!"

The girl raised her exercise book angrily and yelled:

"How could the author of "I Am a Cat" be Hojo Kyosuke? Kyosuke wasn't even born at that time!"

"Ah? Is that so?"

Mrs. Sayuri looked up with a confused look on her face and said sleepwalkingly:

"What can I do? The only writer I can name is Kyousuke-kun."

Upon hearing this, Ying Lili was so angry that she wanted to bang her head against the table.

Mr. Spencer, who was standing next to him, was so touched by his wife's coquetry that he quickly said, "It's okay, it's okay. Kyosuke-kun will become a better writer than Natsume Soseki sooner or later. He was just born a few years later. Otherwise, he would have written all kinds of stories like I am a cat, I am an otaku, I am a cute pig."

"Kyosuke wouldn't write something like that!"

Eriri grumbled angrily, but at least she knew the correct answer from her father, so she quickly wiped off her mother's... well, she didn't want to wipe it off anymore.

I feel like when I see that guy's name on my homework, it makes it look more polished.

But if the teacher sees it, I won’t be able to fool him even if I pretend to be stupid.

Struggling and hesitant, the girl finally erased the lovely name and looked at the next question.

"In the work "Third Class Car" by the author Sato Inako, the sentence that shows the protagonist's indomitable spirit is..."

"boom!"

Eriri raised her arms and slammed them heavily on the table, angrily saying:

"Can a third-class car, a lower-class car, appear in the title? Just be moderate, it's better to let Kyosuke write it! Just write about the car I gave him, ouch... ouch..."

Mr. Spencer quickly whispered, "Acoustic."

"Anyway, it's better to let Kyousuke write it!"

Ying Lili said loudly with an impatient look on her face:

"Whenever I see his novel on the test paper, I will just pick it up randomly and let him and the examiner decide. Who else can understand his works better than him? Who else can understand him better than me?"

After hearing these outrageous remarks, Mrs. Sayuri clapped her hands and sighed, saying that her daughter was really smart.

After receiving the approval, Eriri expressed her opinion on mathematics, saying that since a math genius like Kyosuke is unwilling to study mathematics, it shows that mathematics is useless and should be completely removed from high school curriculum, or mathematics should be made an elective course from the first year of high school, so that people who are interested can learn it.

"Clap clap-"

Mr. and Mrs. Spencer applauded repeatedly, saying that their good daughter was right and said it very well.

Then, the three of them lowered their heads again and started doing their homework.

In fact, after the division of majors in Japanese high schools, as long as you don’t focus on getting into a good university or a good major, you can graduate successfully even if you don’t study math at all.

But Eriri is not that kind of casual person. Just as she could have asked her classmates for the answers and copied them to get away with it, she chose to drag her parents along to torture her together.

"Chaotic Good"

This is the camp attribute of the Spencer family.

Even though they could do something like helping their daughter sell 18+ fan fiction as an agent when she was still a minor, the Spencers would never plagiarize other people's work. They are all good people with principles!

What? It's even more outrageous for a parent to help their daughter with homework?

Baka! What nonsense are you talking about! Do you want us, as parents, to watch our daughter suffer and do nothing? Can you please understand the feelings of a parent?

To put it simply, the difference between private and public high schools is that private high schools require less private tutoring than public high schools. Public high school students can only go to private tutoring schools if they want to "add extra lessons", but private high schools can meet this need.

Therefore, even at the private Toyonosaki Academy, which aims to pursue diversified development, there is a lot of homework during the holidays.

When the Spencer family of three came to the living room with potato chips, cola and other snacks and slumped on the sofa, the antique vertical quartz clock had already struck twelve o'clock.

While finding the animation that was automatically recorded during the holidays and clicking to play it, Eriri said casually:

"Where did we go on the first day of vacation?"

This is a very confusing statement. Of course you are going back to your dear Ruyilao. Could it be that you are coming home to visit us two lonely old people?

Although she complained in her heart, Mrs. Sayuri replied naturally:

"The concert is a piano performance by Francis Barto, who won the Chopin International Piano Competition. Because it is a private concert not open to the public, there is no information about it on the Internet. The invitation letter has been placed in your schoolbag. You can't remember more specific information even if I tell you. But you can just say that the people who will be attending the concert are people you met at the last banquet, because the organizer this time is the same as the previous one."

Ying Lili stared at the TV with empty eyes, silently memorizing the information in her mind. Her brain was much better at processing this kind of information than remembering something about the third-class carriage.

Mr. Spencer next to him added:

"But Lily, you have to pay attention. Before the first day of the holiday, on the afternoon of the holiday, we had dinner with Mr. Abbas from the Moroccan Embassy. The restaurant was..."

The girl suddenly interrupted:

"what about the taste?"

"Ok?"

Mr. Spencer was slightly startled, but quickly said, "The tagine pot and roast lamb are very good, and the mint tea after the meal is very effective in relieving greasiness. I also asked the chef how to make it, and I plan to ask him to come over and cook it for you later..."

The girl listened quietly and thought, why not ask Kyosuke to go out for dinner together this Saturday?

On the first day after the holiday, while Hojo Kyosuke was sleeping in the classroom, Eriri was happily sharing her holiday stories with her friends. She really had a lot of friends. When the get out of class was over, almost half of the class gathered around her desk, sitting, squatting, and standing. The remaining half of the class was not dead, but they just couldn't squeeze in. They could only sit in their seats and envy those who could talk to the princess, and vowed in their hearts that they must grab the best seat during the next break.

“…Hehe~~”

The girl's cherry-like pink and cute mouth emits a series of silver bell-like laughter, which are real silver bells, not the rampant "Ah Lililili" laughter at home. If you find such laughter difficult to imagine, it must be because you are missing the necessary body movements, such as covering your mouth with the back of your hand, or shaking your head wildly and attacking with golden twin tails.

After laughing, she said briskly:

"… Actually it's okay. I know nothing about piano or anything like that. I just thought it sounded nice, and then I followed the people next to me and said something like "It sounds so nice, so touching." But as soon as I finished speaking, I realized that other people didn't understand it at all, just like me, hehe~~~"

The girl's tone and expression were very clear and not at all affectation.

Ishizawa Hisamari next to her sighed:

"Eri, you're amazing. If it were me, I would have fallen asleep long ago, not to mention clapping along. I would have even been woken up to ask if dinner was ready."

"Haha, Kumari really likes to eat, but there should be a buffet at such an occasion, right?"

The people next to her laughed, and then someone immediately refuted her:

"You're stupid. In places like that, everyone must wear formal attire. If you eat too much and your belly bulges, wouldn't it look ugly?"

Eriri squinted her eyes and smiled brightly, listening quietly to her friends' discussion. This was the reason why she was most respected - "Even if others were talking about some boring nonsense, she would listen carefully, and it was great to be serious!"

In fact, the girl's heart at this moment:

"Hmm? Buffet? That's not mentioned in the information mom gave me? Who provides meals for concerts? You're really like Kumari, you never forget to eat. But is it acceptable to have food at a private concert like this? No, no, no, just like Ozawa said, drinks are fine, but food..."

Fortunately, there was no need for Yinglili to worry about filling the gaps, as her friends had already discussed and come up with an answer that everyone could accept.

Eat! You can eat anything! Isn’t the pianist hungry after the performance? He must be starving! Not to mention the people standing below watching the performance! Eat, eat, eat!

The topic did not all revolve around Eriri, the classmates also shared their own holidays, such as Ishizawa Hisari.

"On the first day, I begged my parents to take me to an Indian restaurant that I had wanted to eat for a long time. The curry was a little spicy, and the naan tasted great. I couldn't help but eat five more. I was so full that I didn't have the second meal until eight o'clock in the evening. Oh, it was still Indian food. I packed up the unfinished curry and asked my mother to add some ingredients to it and ate it again!

The next day I went to eat sashimi, but it was too expensive, so I couldn't bear to eat as much as I could. Then I went to a seafood store and bought a fresh fish and stewed it at home.

On the third day…”

A girl with pigtails raised her hand and pinched Ishizawa Kumari's mouth: "Okay Kumari, stop talking."

Seeing that the other party was still struggling, she immediately threatened: "If you say that again, I will let everyone eat up your lunch box together!"

Shi Ze suddenly became quiet, but still said weakly: "What? Lily's lunch box is obviously a hundred times more delicious than mine, why don't we eat her lunch box together!"

Hearing this, everyone present swallowed subconsciously.

"Ms. Sawamura's Super Delicious Bento"

One of the eight legends of Toyosaki Private Academy, this is an extremely delicious dish. Just smelling the scent of it being heated in the microwave will make you faint. One bite will let you know the true meaning of happiness. This is a delicacy that only a princess can enjoy!

Eriri, whose smile was as warm as the spring breeze, tensed up and subconsciously straightened her waist to block the drawer. Although she did not leave from Ruyi Liao this morning, she still had a lunch box, and it was made by Kyousuke himself.

“It’s always painful to end the holiday. When I feel lost, I open my lunch box and fill my stomach.”

"Just get ready for work and study. I'm the only one allowed into the kitchen today!"

Someone said that Yukino Momoka was so moved that she begged Hojo-kun in a soft voice to feed her a carrot for breakfast.

The same thing happened to Mitsuha Miyamizu, who received a lunch box delivered to her doorstep by someone on a motorcycle. She didn't care whether Lao Deng was peeking at her from behind, and just hugged that person and kissed him for a long time.

This is why Hojo Kyosuke is so sleepy today, because there are three places where he needs to deliver food: the Miyamizu family, the Spencer family, and Sister Miki.

Although you can ask Naoka to bring Eriri's lunch box over on the way, if you really do that, Hojo Kyosuke is sure that the golden retriever will pout in grievance.

A journey of a hundred miles begins with a single step. The reason why Hojo Kyousuke can have a happy life today is because of his sincerity! It's just that I slept a little longer in class, no problem! Send!

Sure enough, when he rode his bike to Spencer's house in the cold in the morning, he clearly saw the approval in the eyes of his future father-in-law and mother-in-law, and heard a sentence from a certain girl:

"What are you doing? I'm not going to die if I don't eat your cooking for a day!"

"Humph!"

"What about breakfast? I've been waiting for you with an empty stomach!" (End of this chapter)