CHAPTER 670: CHAPTER 415: THE AGREEMENT TO LEAVE_2

She looked at him for a while, turned around, and said to him with her head lowered:

"No matter what Sakura thinks... Hanabi will always like him and is willing to wait for him. Ten days isn’t long, Hanabi has already taken ten days off from school..."

After speaking, she turned and walked away.

...

The corridor was empty, and the girl’s white dress had also disappeared.

Ten days indeed isn’t long.

But Uesugi Sakura, looking at the spot where her silhouette vanished, felt a sense of parting pain. It was a feeling like emptying one’s stomach and then filling it with ice, sealing it again with a cold sting.

Ah... How did it suddenly end up like this?

Uesugi Sakura closed the door of his house, lay down in the bedroom, and stared at the ceiling.

She didn’t say where she was going,

Purposefully making it so I couldn’t inquire about her whereabouts.

Now, thinking carefully... I shouldn’t have agreed to her request.

But it was Hanabi-chan’s request... Her tone was so gentle, with a hint of weakness.

I couldn’t refuse her.

Because of what happened when we were kids... I’ve always felt some guilt towards her in my heart. I would agree to her requests.

Conversely, she knew I’d always agree to her requests.

Therefore, she rarely asked Uesugi Sakura for anything she wanted.

She was always that little follower from childhood, following behind, doing what she could for me, bringing warmth within her power...

In these ten days apart, I should also take the time to bounce back.

Uesugi Sakura thought of these things, lifted his spirits, dressed up to go out, adjusted his appearance.

Then...

Off to school!

No wife-made breakfast, so I’ll just make do with something from the convenience store.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t ridden his bike for long when the first problem arose upon leaving the convenience store.

Money... seems like it’s not enough.

Holding a piece of bread, he opened his wallet and counted.

"One, two, three... Three 1000-yen notes, two 500-yen coins, two 10-yen coins, totaling... 4020 yen."

Sitting on the bicycle seat, Uesugi Sakura closed his wallet, only then realizing the severity of the problem.

The wife hadn’t given him any allowance before leaving.

His savings were almost entirely spent when buying the house.

The thirty-something ten thousand yen left before.

Bought a guitar costing over two hundred thousand, hotel expenses for the week during the mixer were a hundred twenty thousand yen.

After returning home, there were small expenses like groceries, buying desserts for Hanabi-chan, etc...

The two hundred million yen he worked hard for was now just a little over four thousand...

Just a little over four thousand!

And still in Tokyo!

How to survive ten days!?

Borrow from parents?

No, then they’ll ask where Hanabi went.

Borrow from classmates?

In ten days, saving up should suffice.

But Uesugi felt... borrowing money from classmates... he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Also, he needed to buy a lot of meat for his daily workout, and meat prices were quite high recently.

It’s not good to borrow too much from classmates either.

Forget it... better to do some part-time work, earn some pocket money.

Placing the bread he just bought into the bicycle basket, Uesugi Sakura rode all the way to the Tokyo University campus.

After parking his bike, he brought his laptop to the classroom of the Tokyo University College of Arts and found a seat in the back row.

He began looking up jobs online.

Students started filtering into the classroom gradually.

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Morning, Todaka."

After greeting his classmates, Todaka Keichiro noticed Uesugi Sakura using his laptop in the back row and sat down next to him.

"Already working hard... um... are you job hunting?"

When Todaka Keichiro glanced at his computer screen, he saw the [Social Recruitment] words in his search bar.

[Network Operations Staff]: [Female] [Monthly salary 250,000 yen or more] [Tokyo Bunkyo District Hirasawa 4-2-1]

[Trade Salesperson]: [Chinese Business Conversation] [Monthly salary 200,000-700,000 yen] [Tokyo Akasaka 3-6-4]

[Real Estate Sales Staff]: [Daily Japanese Conversation] [No experience required] [Monthly salary 180,000 + various allowances] [Tokyo Akasaka 1-2-4]

...

Uesugi Sakura scrolled through the jobs, his eyes scanning through the options.

"Aren’t these all full-time positions?" Todaka Keichiro said after glancing at his computer screen, "You still have classes, no time, why not consider something like a supermarket cashier?"

That’s true.

Uesugi Sakura had been focusing on jobs that matched his monthly expenses.

He hadn’t even noticed whether they were full-time.

He clicked on the [Part-time Jobs] section categorized at the top of the web page.

[7-Eleven Convenience Store Clerk]: [Hourly wage 800] [Shift schedule] [Tokyo Adachi District Nishiarai 11-5-3]

This won’t do, the place is too far.

After a round, only three shops met Uesugi Sakura’s standards.

One was a sales clerk at a FamilyMart, another was a labor position helping unload at night, and the last one was dressing as a character on the street to attract customers to a maid café.

These three... all had hourly wages below a thousand yen, after a day’s work... just enough to buy his meat... but Uesugi Sakura had no choice.

Jobs like these were hot commodities, too many people came to Tokyo to make a living, perhaps by the next day they’d be gone.

These kinds of jobs were also what suited a university student like him with limited time.

After sending out the resume he just made, Uesugi Sakura closed the web page.

Todaka Keichiro, sitting beside him, took out his own computer, "Why did you suddenly think of getting a part-time job?"

"Ah, life’s circumstances."

"Life’s circumstances? Even if you don’t work... but your wife seems to be a popular illustrator on Twitter, illustrators make good money, you could ask her for some."

Uesugi Sakura shook his head: "It’s hard to explain."

"Hard to explain? Oh, I see," Todaka Keichiro suddenly understood, "You’re a man, so you feel embarrassed to be supported by your wife, right? So you’re thinking of secretly working a part-time job.