My Girlfriend is a Miss

After leaving, it was already six o'clock.

It always gets dark early in Tokyo in March, but the night sky in Tokyo is very bright, and the smell of alcohol is floating in the air, stimulating people's nerves.

Kitahara Chiba wrapped his clothes tightly and walked towards home following the street lights.

The lights at night are as bright as day, as if on fire, burning from day to night, and then lasting until day.

There are too many people in this city who are constantly running around. These lights seem to avoid some loneliness and prevent some people from getting lost in the dark.

Accompanied by the dazzling neon lights, Kitahara Chiba walked slowly on the side of the road.

The night breeze blew his bangs, swaying gently in front of his forehead. With handsome features, he is a perfect Tokyo boy.

Some drunken older sisters who had just walked out of the izakaya looked at him with their eyes wide open, and some were eager to move.

However, the cool breeze at night made them a little sober, and Kitahara Chiba's figure disappeared.

"Tokyo is still a bit dangerous.

Kitahara Chiba muttered to himself, and continued to avoid the people who wanted to give him gigolo flyers, and returned to where he lived.

His place was not close to the bustling area of the city, and there were Kabukicho all around.

When he went home, he had to pass through a one-meter-wide path with dim lights, and he had to pay attention to the air conditioner outside his head from time to time.

There was a very red slogan on the telephone pole:

【Please do not urinate on the electric poles.

Who would urinate near the electric poles? I don't know what species this is for.

Kitahara Chiba shook his head, and vaguely remembered that he seemed to have done this when he was a child.

But it doesn't matter.

After buying a bunch of cigarette butts and unknown liquids, Kitahara Chiba finally walked out of the path.

What a poorly hygienic place.

When I earn my salary, the first thing I have to consider is to change my house.

And it's not just a hygiene issue, sometimes I have to prevent being harassed.

Looking at the creepers and mosses climbing on the wall, Kitahara Chiba has a definition of this place.

A jungle that can't let in the glory of democracy (the kind with poor hygiene).

Two hundred meters further ahead, there is a small apartment that looks like it will collapse at any time.

That is Kitahara Chiba's residence. Although it looks dangerous, it is actually quite solid, but it will get moldy when it encounters rainy weather.

A middle-aged man about forty years old was sitting in front of the small apartment. Kitahara Chiba's face remained unchanged, and he took out the key and walked past him.

The middle-aged man immediately sat up.

"I said, I don't want to be a gigolo."

Kitahara Chiba turned around and warned him that this man had approached him several times, saying that he had the potential to become a top gigolo, but he was not interested.

"This is not why I came to you this time. Here you go."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and handed over the lunch box.

"You did it?"

Kitahara Chiba was a little surprised. It seemed that the two of them just knew each other.

"It wasn't me, it was Mrs. Sachiko who made it. She likes you very much. Have you forgotten?"

Kitahara Chiba's mind flashed with the image of a widow, and he also reached out to take the lunch box.

"Thank Mrs. Sachiko for me"

"OK, so you found a job? Since you don't want to be a gigolo, how about working for Mrs. Sachiko? She should give you a good salary, and the salary is quite high."

"What's the difference between that and being a gigolo?"

Kitahara Chiba rolled his eyes. He knew what the lady thought of him.

""Forget it, this is your business, I'm leaving first."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and left. He just came here to run errands.

Kitahara Chiba did not try to stop him. He opened the door with the key and walked in.

A room of about 40 square meters.

There is a kitchen, a toilet, a bed, a bookcase, a table and a sofa in the room. That's all.

It looks a bit shabby.

But it's okay. After all, the rent here is very cheap, and it's close to the subway station. Sometimes you can get some food from people.

And a small place also means it's easy to take care of, and fewer things mean a simple life.

That's it, it's definitely not self-consolation.

Kitahara Chiba put the lunch box on the table and touched it gently. It was still warm, with about twenty dumplings in it.

Yes, this is today's dinner He didn't want to cook.

Picking up a dumpling and tasting it, Kitahara Chiba nodded.

It tasted pretty good, and the image of the widow appeared in his mind involuntarily.

In summary, the lady was about thirty years old, single, and had some money.

If he failed to find a job this time, then he could only throw himself into the arms of a rich woman.

It was much better than working in a brothel, at least Mrs. Sachiko was pretty and had a mature figure.

After eating the dumplings, Kitahara Chiba read for a while.

He liked reading very much, and the bookshelf occupied a large part of the room.

What he was reading now was [North Country], and he was very interested in the description of the Hokkaido girl in it.

The book said,"Every toe bend is very clean."

Kitahara Chiba doesn't know the girl's friend in Hokkaido. If there is a chance in the future, he will definitely verify it.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Kitahara Chiba put away his books, washed up and lay down on the bed. He has to go to school tomorrow and can't stay up late tonight.

He is still very principled in this regard, and it is definitely not because the teacher in the class tomorrow is terrible.

Closing his eyes, Kitahara Chiba's mind involuntarily emerged the scene when he went to apply for a job today.

The exaggerated reliefs, luxurious buildings, and located in the most prosperous place in Tokyo, the owner there may have a group of servants to take care of him.

In summer, you can go to the beaches in Hawaii for sunbathing, and in winter, you can go to the Arctic to see penguins.

Although he lives in a dark rental house, he can eat dumplings sent by his beautiful wife, and he can also enjoy the darkest places in the city for free.

These are treatments that others can't enjoy.

It's good, we will all have a bright future.