Chapter 140 - 139 Father-in-law, Swimwear, and Luxury Mansion_2

Chapter 140: Chapter 139 Father-in-law, Swimwear, and Luxury Mansion_2The rainy season that lasted a week finally stopped today. The sunlight cascading through the clouds reflects on the wet ground like golden dust. The wide pool at Kamigoe High School also reflects shimmering golden light, perfectly showcasing the graceful bodies of the girls in their swimsuits. This is why the boys’ gazes always intentionally or unintentionally shift towards the girls. The stunning moments during dives make the boys widen their eyes in excitement, their mouths forming an ’o’ shape. If I had to make a comparison, it’s like Du Fu meeting Li Bai — it’s simply mesmerizing. For Uesugi Sakura, while swimming class offers a feast for the eyes, the fatigue from swimming hard always leaves him unable to fully enjoy it. He likes to swim slowly, completing the task assigned by the gym teacher as if taking a stroll in the water. "Uesugi! Hurry up! You’re the last one not done!" "Go, go, live for the moment!" Seeing their panting figures, Uesugi Sakura didn’t feel like responding and lazily completed his task for the day. I’ll speed up when time’s almost up, as long as I’m not overtime. The gym teacher, with a whistle hanging on his chest, couldn’t help but hold his head and shake it, waving his hand: "Forget it, just go rest. Uesugi won’t leave it unfinished anyway." The reality was that everyone expected this outcome, so they immediately went to do their own things. — Mostly to sneak peeks at the girls’ fair thighs. After a while. Uesugi Sakura climbed out of the water and lay on a blanket, gazing at the dazzling blue and white sky above the transparent ceiling. This feeling of lying on the ground and staring at the blue sky reminded him of his grandfather’s orchard. Oranges, are they selling well? He still remembers how his grandpa lifted him high and said with shining eyes, ’This kid, he’ll definitely earn big in the future.’ Yet now even with a system, I’m still a poor person. Recently, he heard his father say that his grandpa seems to want to leave the Farmers’ Association. This is, very troublesome. Uesugi Sakura couldn’t help but turn his head to the girls’ side, where Kyujuu Rika, without any rich lady demeanor, sat with a graceful face. "Hey, Uesugi, Uesugi." Recognizing it was Goto Iwao’s voice, Uesugi Sakura, lying sideways, didn’t turn around, "Just say what you want, if nothing, don’t disturb my rest." "Lately, you’ve been very tired? Kyudo Club training is intense?" Goto sat behind him and followed his gaze toward the girls’ side. Uesugi Sakura, half-opening his eyes and speaking listlessly, "At least 100 arrows a day practicing coordination, my arms cry about how much they hurt every waking moment." "It’s fine...right..." Goto traced his line of sight back and forth and noticed something was off. "Hmm...? Uesugi, who are you looking at?" "Kyujuu Rika." "Oh～～" Goto showed a mischievous smile that only exists among boys: "Men will be men, Uesugi, you already have a girlfriend, yet you still keep staring at the class president." "I don’t want to explain." Uesugi Sakura shifted his gaze to Hanamaru Hanabi, who was catching everyone’s attention in the pool. — Though she was swimming clumsily. "Tell me, Uesugi." Goto also noticed her cute appearance, his tone inexplicably serious. "What?" "Why has Hanamaru become even cuter?" Uesugi Sakura noticed Hanamaru Hanabi struggling to swim, often flailing her feet wildly in the water. He stretched out his hand and waved it back as if shooing a mosquito. "My girlfriend is naturally cute, does it need a reason?" "..." And the conversation ended there. "Damn it, every time I talk to you, I get a mouthful of dog food." The more Goto thought about it, the more disheartened he became, suddenly standing up and roaring angrily at the girls: "Why! I don’t have a childhood sweetheart!" ... The reason for not having a childhood sweetheart is many, but mainly because there’s no fixed place of residence. Due to their parents’ work, some people move around, not even finishing elementary school in the same place, so how could they have a childhood friend who grew up with them? Another reason is that Uesugi Sakura’s two mothers know each other well and are very familiar with each other’s families. In the afternoon, with the scorching sun of June, Uesugi Sakura just wanted to slack off after finishing with the Kyudo Club. Due to the venue, the Kyudo Club couldn’t turn on the air conditioning during training, leading everyone to sweat while drawing the bow, and they could only enjoy the benefits of modern technology in the lounge during breaks. If a cool breeze were to come by while training, one would really have to thank the Wind God for their blessing. Pulling himself together a bit, Uesugi Sakura headed towards the club building. He remembered the Painting Department was on the second floor. Goto said his Photography Club was on the fourth floor, but he wasn’t willing to go up to see that supposed decorative wedding dress. He lightly knocked on the door, and the third-year head of the Painting Department came to open it. It was a senior with glasses and freckles on her face, sporting braided pigtails. The Painting Department has always been dominated by females, with boys who could draw manga characters usually going to the Comics Club. She clearly recognized him, but her smile wasn’t quite attractive due to her appearance, "Uesugi? Here to find Hanabi, right?" "Isn’t she here?" Uesugi Sakura peeked inside. "She just went out to hang out with Rie and Rika." "Alright, I got it." Uesugi Sakura went downstairs immediately and took out his phone to glance at his set wallpaper — a shy confession from little Hanabi in a café. Upon connecting to the internet, he saw a line message from Hanabi sent ten or more minutes ago: "Sakura-kun, Hanabi and Rie-chan went to play at the class president’s house. If you want to come, let Hanabi know first." Going there again? Chiyoda District, the place full of upper-class politicians. When he gets home, he either watches TV or reads. Recently, he’s taken a liking to ’Six Records of a Floating Life,’ but with plenty of time for books. Should I go visit Kyujuu Rika’s home too? He quite liked her garden. His fingers tapped the screen. "Alright, please let the class president know." Then he prepared to leave the school and head to the subway station. His phone buzzed, Hanamaru Hanabi sent a message. "Wait at the school gate, Sakura-kun, the class president said she’d send a car to pick you up." Though Kyujuu Rika didn’t exude any rich girl vibes, for her, this sort of thing should be routine. Coming to pick him up was an expensive Toyota Century. The neatly dressed driver courteously brought him to the high-rise luxury residences near the Imperial Palace in Chiyoda District. Uesugi Sakura stood at the entrance looking up vigorously, asking with his head tilted up, "How much was this building again?" "You forgot, Master Uesugi?" The white-gloved driver uncle said, closing the car door behind him, "3.6 billion yen." "I indeed forgot." He just remembered the class president’s house had a whole layer of Sky Garden, complete with a pool at the center. If there was any drawback...hmm, it used to have a lot of mosquitoes a long time ago. Now they’ve planted a batch of Michelia alba for mosquito repellent purposes. Taking the smooth and heavy elevator to the 35th floor, he walked through a winding, quiet narrow corridor under the amber lighting, entering the majestic and cold hall. First impression: spacious and transparent. The marble stairs spiraled outwards to both sides, intricate light fixtures giving the place a resplendent appearance, yet there was an inherent oppressive feeling. Directly opposite, huge panes of glass touched the floor, connecting the earth and sky, overlooking all of Tokyo City. From this view, the bustling cityscape of Tokyo spread out before him, with the Nijuubashi and moat of the Imperial Palace clearly visible in the distance. Simply standing here for a moment and looking down, the indescribable sense of depth makes one’s mind wander. If Uesugi had to sum it up, it would be two words — rich people. He had been here before, so he wasn’t surprised. Walking up the stairs and inside, there was a private living room, where two girls were sitting on the clean white sofa watching TV. Uesugi Sakura walked over. "Please have a seat, Uesugi," Kyujuu Rika said nonchalantly. "Where’s Hanabi?" Uesugi Sakura sat on the soft and bouncy sofa, eating a grape from the tea table. "Changing clothes." Ayaka Rie pointed towards the inner room. From the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, one can see the Sky Garden with a pool at Kyujuu Family’s home. "Changing clothes? Are you going to a ball?" Kyujuu Rika glanced at his shiny ring, laughing, "If there was a ball, Hanabi would have invited you from the start. With her engagement ring on, no one would invite her to dance."