Tokyo's Most Affectionate - Chapter 72

One Hundred Times

“It’s Miki though, a beautiful kouhai. She might be interested in you. Isn’t that reason enough for you to attend at least once?”

Seeing his refusal, Miyazaki couldn’t quite comprehend.

Presently, due to last week’s breakup incident, Kurosawa had once again become the center of female attention.

Prior to that, he had consistently adhered to an elitist approach of rejecting romantic involvement—either studying or on the path to study.

“I’ve been really busy lately.”

“Don’t you think it’s a waste?”

“I don’t think so. Besides, you also mentioned it’s a possibility. It could just be her way of talking.”

“True… girls in this school are quite clever.” Miyazaki suddenly realized this, supporting his chin with one hand, lost in thought.

If you want to get into Tokyo University, you need to be sharp-minded; it’s not something anyone can achieve through sheer luck.

“If there’s another invitation next time, just help me decline it.”

“So, you’re still an anti-love idealist, huh?”

“You could say that,” Kurosawa pondered for a moment and nodded.

In the campus, if he were to date someone, there was at least a ninety percent chance that it would reach Ninomiya’s ears.

Due to the presence of Ninomiya, he had no intention of finding a girlfriend at Toyko University.

Kurosawa had chosen quite a few courses on Monday; after all, it was the time to get back into the groove after the weekend break.

Before long, it was time for class.

“Clack, clack, clack.”

With the sound of high heels, Ninomiya Chizuru, dressed in a beige blouse, blue slightly curled long hair, black long skirt, and black tights, entered the classroom.

The first class on this Monday was taught by Ninomiya and covered Financial Economics.

Perhaps due to her relatively young age and limited experience, even though she held the position of a teacher, she was still a lecturer rather than a professor.

Nevertheless, her courses were much more popular than those of the professors, with almost every class reaching near full capacity.

After all, who wouldn’t enjoy listening to a beautiful teacher’s lectures?

As she entered the classroom, the sounds inside quieted down.

“Ninomiya-sensei really exudes an elegant aura… that kind of proud and mature feeling.”

Miyazaki nudged Kurosawa with his elbow, expressing his excitement.

Kurosawa nodded as he watched Ninomiya walk to the podium.

In fact, after their date two days ago, when he saw her wearing frameless glasses, he felt that the current Ninomiya wasn’t fully showcasing her charm and aura. 

Perhaps due to her awareness of being a teacher, whether in attire or grooming, she appeared more rigorous and dignified. 

Even when she applied lipstick, it was in natural colors, not too vibrant, showing maturity and a bit less sensuality.

Despite the date on Saturday, Ninomiya acted as if such an event had never happened. 

After entering the classroom, she scanned the room, didn’t take attendance, didn’t look at Kurosawa, and began the class.

Kurosawa was aware of this and didn’t dwell on it, focusing on his studies.

The class quickly came to an end after one session.

As Ninomiya walked out of the classroom in her high heels, the formal conclusion of the class came with it.

“Do you think Ninomiya-sensei is married?”

Right after the class, Miyazaki couldn’t resist talking to Kurosawa.

“Gossiping about a teacher is not a good habit.”

Kurosawa didn’t want to discuss such matters too much at school, to avoid drawing attention and causing trouble for both parties.

“Sorry, but I just feel like her mood wasn’t great today. She seemed a bit icy, but even more beautiful.”

Miyazaki shrugged. He knew it wasn’t a good habit, but he couldn’t hold back.

“Really?”

“Of course! I felt that the angle of her mouth today was slightly more downturned than before.”

“You’re observing so meticulously. Did you even listen to the lecture?”

Kurosawa felt a bit disappointed and frustrated. 

Disappointed because Miyazaki noticed such small details, and frustrated because Ninomiya was being watched by someone.

Although the Ninomiya at school and the one he went on a date with seemed somewhat different.

“Maybe…?” Miyazaki seemed a bit guilty.

“You can look at a beauty a hundred times, and she still won’t be yours. But if you study and listen to lectures a hundred times, the knowledge will be yours.”

Seeing his reaction, Kurosawa sternly lectured him.

“Thanks, teacher!”

Realizing that he hadn’t been paying attention, Miyazaki thought it made sense, nodded heavily, and saluted.

Having successfully corrected his bad habit, Kurozaki smiled, feeling a bit better, and stood up.

They had many common required courses and some overlapping electives, so they often moved together.

In the subsequent classes, Kurosawa was attentive, a habit he had developed over the years.

“Is something wrong? What happened to put you in a bad mood?”

During the break, he couldn’t help but be a little concerned about Miyazaki’s words.

During the time spent studying at school, everything was calm and smooth.

Because in any country, efforts are made to improve the educational environment, and many policies are established to assist students.

……

In the evening, inside the office, Ninomiya finished her classes and didn’t leave the school early.

She sat at her desk, typing on the laptop, still working.

Her expression was calm, but her aura seemed somewhat aloof, giving off an unwelcoming vibe.

“Ninomiya, would you like to have a drink tonight?”

However, a male professor in his thirties, knowing that she wasn’t easy to approach, still mustered the courage to invite her.

“I rarely drink, and I have work to do.”

In response to the invitation, Ninomiya looked up at the professor, her actions uninterrupted.

“Even after so many invitations, and still not being able to secure a date, why can’t he accept that she’s not interested in him?”

After being rejected, the male professor walked out, and his colleagues who were waiting outside chuckled.

“What if she has a change of heart?”

However, the male professor’s perspective was quite optimistic.

Love is something you have to strive for; sitting around and waiting rarely leads to any results.

While the students might not be aware, as colleagues, they knew that Ninomiya was not married, and she didn’t even have a boyfriend.

Having declined their offers, Ninomiya returned to her work.

“Buzz, buzz.”

At that moment, the phone on her desk vibrated.

Hearing the sound, Ninomiya paused her typing and then picked up her phone to take a look.

It was an advertisement, utterly meaningless.

Seeing this, she put her phone down.

“It’s 6 o’clock… He should be done with classes and back home by now. Why hasn’t he messaged me yet?”

Ninomiya glanced at the time in the lower right corner of her computer, continued working on the Word document, feeling a bit inexplicably irritable.

Since the date on Saturday and their parting that night, Kurosawa hadn’t contacted her, and she had no idea what was going on.

“Buzz, buzz.”

At that moment, her phone vibrated again. She picked it up and saw a message on the screen.

It was a Line message, with the display name “Hikaru.”

This was something she changed on Saturday night, considering the previous chat content. 

If someone happened to see it, there might be a risk of exposure, so she removed the last name.