At nine o'clock on Sunday evening, Tokyo Station was still crowded with people.

Watanabe Toru, who was wearing a shirt, was reading the original Spanish version of "Don Quixote" borrowed from Rin Kiyono. His expression was serious, and he occasionally raised his head to look at the ticket gate.

While studying hard, he also wanted to be embarrassed to disturb him.

the reason is simple.

The night breeze stirred up by the Shinkansen train entering and exiting the station will blow his natural long hair, and at this time, girls who are obsessed with sex will come to him for a line.

Well, actually it has nothing to do with the train, or whether his hair was blown by the night wind. The main thing is that he is so handsome.

Memorizing an unfamiliar Spanish word that he had never seen before, and preparing to go back and check it carefully, Watanabe Toru looked up at the ticket gate again.

A thin and delicate woman with dark skin attracted his attention.

The woman looked around the station, and when she saw Toru Watanabe, a smile immediately broke out on her face.

Watanabe Tetsuya couldn't help but smile, charming the people around him.

He closed the book and walked towards the woman.

"Mom!" Toru Watanabe said hello and stretched out his hand.

"Toru." Watanabe handed the lighter department store paper bag to Toru Watanabe, while he was still carrying the heavier red Boston bag.

"Why do you bring so many things?" Watanabe Toru opened the paper bag. Inside were tender corns wrapped in shells, edamame, radishes and other seasonal vegetables, as well as a bottle of jam made by himself.

"You can buy all these things, but it's so troublesome to bring them here," he said.

“Where in Tokyo can you grow your own delicious food?”

"That's true." Watanabe Tetsuya didn't bother to say things like, 'Unpalatable vegetables can't survive in big cities.'

Arguing with elders, especially mom, is a waste of time, so it is better to simply accept it.

Besides, everything has been brought here, so now I just need to thank you.

The two of them had just taken two steps. When Toru Watanabe and his mother were making arrangements to put things in his rental house first and then take her to have dinner, a woman in a suit stopped them.

"Hello, do you have an office?"

"Office?" Toru Watanabe asked doubtfully.

"If not, please consider our company." The woman handed over a business card.

It said: Johnny & Associates, Keiko Shirase, and a series of phone numbers.

Shirase Keiko looked at Toru Watanabe and said in a grandiose tone of appreciation for artwork: "What our firm needs is a face like yours. If you sign a contract with us, I guarantee that in the resources..."

It turned out that he met his agent, and Toru Watanabe was still thinking, why do people in their thirties imitate little girls and ask for a line.

"Thank you. I have no plans to debut as an artist." Before the other party could continue, Toru Watanabe motioned to his mother and left quickly.

"If you want, be sure to call the number on the business card!"

The mother and son arrived at the Marunouchi Line platform.

Watanabe took the film title and said jokingly: "Isn't it great to be an artist? Like Takeshi Kitano."

"Why does he look like Takeshi Kitano? He's still Takuya Kimura after all." Toru Watanabe retorted unhappily.

"Ah, Takuya-kun, mom, I'm waiting for him to divorce!"

"I will tell dad about this."

"Your father is also waiting for his Shizuka-chan to get divorced. By the way! Takuya-kun is also an artist at Johnny & Associates. Xiaotetsu, you should make your debut and ask for your mother's autograph!"

"Let's talk about it later," Toru Watanabe said perfunctorily and looked at his watch.

The next tram will arrive in five minutes.

"What are you talking about?! When exactly?"

"If you don't get admitted to the University of Tokyo, I will make my debut and ask for your autograph." Toru Watanabe promised.

"If you don't want to help, just tell me. Why are you so perfunctory with me? Mom won't force you. But getting Takuya-kun's signature is a dream that my mother never realized when she was young. Now, my son, you will do it for me..."

Balabala, Balabala.

Watanabe Tetsu's left ear went in and his right ear went out, echoing what his mother said casually.

Watanabe Eda probably didn't expect her son to really debut as an idol for her, and kept talking about how handsome Kimura Takuya was when he was young.

Bang, bang, bang, the lights were getting closer and closer, and the tram that saved Toru Watanabe pulled into the platform.

"I'm going to grab a seat." Interrupting his mother who was still talking to herself, Toru Watanabe squeezed into the crowd and rushed into the carriage.

After getting on the tram, Watanabe finally calmed down and stared curiously out the window at the moat and the Imperial Palace in the night.

After putting his things in the rental house and washing his sweaty face, Toru Watanabe took his mother to a pretty good restaurant.

"Isn't it very expensive here?" Watanabe quietly looked at the spacious and bright hall.

"It's okay. I earn money from working, and I can have some luxury occasionally."

After ordering the main meal, Watanabe thought that all women should like desserts, and his mother had been in the countryside and had no chance to eat them, so he ordered some pastries that looked very fashionable, and eight flavors of ice cream set.

Soon there was an elegant waiter who brought the beautifully presented food and pastries.

Watanabe wanted to leave the pastries and ice cream to Toru Watanabe, but he repeatedly said that he couldn't finish it, so she started eating.

"I'm much more sensible than before. Studying in Tokyo is still effective." Watanabe said while eating.

"What does it have to do with Tokyo? It was because I didn't have money before. If I had money, I would treat you to dinner."

Mother and son were chatting.

"I have gained a little weight and I look energetic. I was too thin before."

"yes."

"Have you made any friends?"

"Two or three, maybe."

"Where's the girlfriend?"

"...there is one."

"Hmm -? Is she a classmate? Please tell me her news and photos!"

"Does this kind of thing have to be approved by others? I will tell you after I have discussed it with her."

"That's right. You must respect girls' opinions." Watanabe nodded solemnly.

"clear."

After dinner, the mother and son took a walk back.

Early the next morning, when Toru Watanabe got up, his mother was already stirring the vegetable salad and simmering soup in the pot.

"So early?"

"go running."

Watanabe Eda let out a surprised "oh--" and looked at Toru Watanabe with disbelief.

Watanabe Toru ignored her, said "I'll be back in twenty minutes", put on his shoes and went out.

"Remember to buy two boxes of milk!" my mother's voice came from behind.

After breakfast, Toru Watanabe told the time of the interview again, then picked up his schoolbag and yawned and went out.

I have to take my mother home in the afternoon, and she will most likely not participate in club activities at school, so I didn’t bring my oboe.

Perhaps it was retribution for jumping in line to grab a seat last night, but Toru Watanabe didn't have a seat in the morning, so he had to grab the hanging ring with his hand and sway with the train.

After the morning class, considering that Toru Watanabe's home was relatively far away, Koizumi Aona arranged for him to be the first to attend the interview.

Unlike the guy who didn't do well in the exam and made mistakes in school, Toru Watanabe was very calm about the interview.

Anyway, Koizumi Qingna promised him that he would not tell his mother about him peeking at girls' measurements and acquiring the ability to calculate girls' measurements, so what else does he have to be afraid of?

In fact, it doesn't matter if I say it, the worst I can do is to go back to the village and be laughed at for a while.

It's just a good way to practice your ability not to care about what outsiders think.

There were only three desks in the empty classroom.

Watanabe Toru was looking out the window at the leaves of the trees that were illuminated by the sun, while listening to Koizumi Aona chatting with her mother.

"Hello, Mom Watanabe."

"Hello, Mr. Koizumi, our little Toru is sorry for your trouble."

"Watanabe is very sensible and studies very hard. Other teachers and I like him very much."

"Where, where."

After the pleasantries, the formal interview began.

"Have you decided on your further studies?"

"Well, this kid has always wanted to go to Tokyo University."
To be continued...