Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard Chapter 622 - 394 Strange Incident2

Isn’t this a test for her?

How did it get to the part with the white silk thighs?

When night ca, both of them had bathed and were getting ready for bed.

Uesugi Sakura directly hugged the nightgown-clad Hanamaru Hanabi, giving her several kisses on the cheek amid slight resistance.

After being kissed twice, Hanamaru Hanabi seed to be all tender and soft, her face bashful, blushing, and cute.

Her slender legs peeked out from the hem of her skirt, feet resting on the mattress, fair and smooth.

Sakura recalled her saying she’d wear white silk for him, which made him a bit excited.

Nightti, bedroom, just the two of them.

A freshly bathed pretty girl, and him alone with her.

At this mont, all tests are forgotten; first, cuddle with the lovely girl and have a bit of intimacy.

Uesugi Sakura sat the girl on his lap, facing each other, holding her slim waist, looking at her post-bath slightly flushed adorable face.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No... It doesn’t..." Hanamaru Hanabi said shyly.

"Then... is today okay?"

"Mm..."

For so reason, Uesugi Sakura felt that Hanamaru Hanabi also looked forward to this kind of thing, and the reason being she appeared even cuter sitting on his lap.

"Do you want to...?"

"No, there’s no need..."

Uesugi Sakura smiled at the bashfully buried face of the girl, holding her delicate waist with both hands, he gently laid her down on the big bed with a turn.

He brought a pillow to place underneath the girl’s neck, trying to give her head a slanted angle.

This would make the girl a bit more comfortable.

Hanamaru Hanabi couldn’t bear to look at him, grabbing the shark plush beside her to shield her blushing face.

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The next morning, Uesugi Sakura woke up with a frown.

It was certainly a wonderful night.

But sohow, he didn’t seem to sleep well last night.

He kept feeling like sothing was pressing on him all night, making him more tired...

His mory was blurry, as if it was a dream, very strange.

Yet this morning was like any other, with Uesugi Sakura cuddling with Hanamaru Hanabi for a while before biking to school.

The first class was their liberal arts theory and culture studies.

Uesugi Sakura was listening as usual when suddenly his phone rang. He picked it up to find a private ssage from Hanamaru Hanabi.

Hanamaru Hanabi: "Does Sakura-kun like white silk?"

Uesugi Sakura was a bit puzzled, why suddenly ask about this? Didn’t she already know?

Though confused, he replied:

"Of course (haha)"

Soon, a new ssage arrived.

Hanamaru Hanabi: "What about black silk?"

Uesugi Sakura: "That’s fine too."

After waiting a bit.

Hanamaru Hanabi: "Isn’t it true that Sakura-kun only needs Hanabi?"

"That’s right, love you the most."

Uesugi Sakura added a love sticker along with it.

"Thank you, Sakura-kun."

Hanamaru Hanabi instantly sent a very happy emoji.

Uesugi Sakura sat in the back row of the lecture hall, using his laptop screen to hide his phone and his smile.

But that smile soon vanished.

It was clearly a normal chat, yet he felt a slight sense of indescribable eeriness.

What could it be?

Uesugi Sakura thought back and forth, sending another ssage to Hanabi:

"Hanabi, why suddenly ask this?"

He waited for five minutes, but there was no reply.

Uesugi Sakura sent another ssage: "Hanabi?"

This ti, after about half a minute, Hanamaru Hanabi sent back a long ssage.

As soon as the ssage popped up, Uesugi Sakura frowned, ticulously reading every word.

"Sakura-kun... Yesterday a girl asked you for your contact information... Even though Sakura-kun loves Hanabi very much, and Hanabi loves Sakura-kun very much, but a girl asking for Sakura-kun’s contact information is absolutely forbidden, absolutely absolutely not allowed.

"Yesterday Sakura-kun didn’t give that girl his contact information, Hanabi was very happy, extrely happy, but this is a threat, a very big threat!

"Hanabi won’t let such a threat arise, Sakura-kun, don’t worry."

Uesugi Sakura’s eyes widened, his face almost touching the phone, reading the ssage back and forth ten tis.

Indeed, indeed!

Yesterday Hanabi did indeed behave differently.

Too bad he spent all his energy on cuddling with his wife in the second half of the night and didn’t probe out her strange behavior.

Now... what should he do?

Uesugi Sakura thought of sothing, quickly closed his laptop screen, and whispered to Todaka Keichiro sitting beside him:

"I need to go out for a bit."

Todaka Keichiro looked at the professor giving a lecture in front, then at him, looking puzzled:

"Go out? Now?"

"Exactly."

"What are you going out for at this ti? And how are you going to get out?"

"Going out to see my wife," Uesugi Sakura didn’t have ti for more explanation, "I’ll crouch down later, slip out along this row of desks from the back of the classroom, you just help distract Professor Okuno, if he sees he’ll definitely call out."

"Huh!?"

Before Todaka Keichiro could react, Uesugi Sakura was already crouched down.

This guy, he’s so carefree.

Todaka Keichiro looked at him motioning under the table, helplessly standing up and shouting towards the podium:

"Professor Okuno!"

Professor Okuno on the podium stopped the chalk he was using to write, turned to look at him:

"What is it?"

Todaka Keichiro wanted to sneak a glance at Uesugi Sakura’s situation with the corner of his eye, unexpectedly discovering that this guy had already crouched and run to the back of the classroom.

Now he crouched in the last row, only a step away from the back door leading out.

He’s quick!

"What is it?" Professor Okuno asked Todaka Keichiro once more.

The next second, Todaka Keichiro realized Uesugi Sakura had run outside the classroom.

After gesturing a thumbs-up to him, he imdiately dashed away from sight.

Professor Okuno called Todaka’s na loudly:

"Todaka Keichiro!?"

Todaka Keichiro snapped back, feigning ignorance towards the professor on the podium:

"Nothing, nothing really."

"Why did you shout so loudly when there’s nothing?"

Professor Okuno glanced at the spot beside him. If he rembered rightly, Uesugi should be sitting there, "Todaka, where’s Uesugi?"

Todaka Keichiro’s gaze wandered, "Uesugi? Oh, Uesugi? Uesugi has sothing to do today, took a leave, so he’s not here."

Professor Okuno frowned: "How co I wasn’t inford of his leave?"

"Hahaha, actually... actually..."

Todaka Keichiro looked left and right, feeling extrely anxious, continuously thinking of excuses in his mind, suddenly inspired, "Right, right! He just told , saying he’s staying ho to take care of his wife today, so he didn’t call you, Professor. Probably because you’re teaching now, not convenient, but once you’re done with the class, his call will co."

Professor Okuno noticed sothing suspicious about his gaze, so he sternly said: "What if he didn’t call ?"

"Then... I can ask him for you, Professor?" Todaka Keichiro tentatively suggested softly.

"Fine, whatever, Todaka, submit a short paper tomorrow about what I taught yesterday."

All the classmates in the classroom were quietly giggling at him.

"Huh...?"

"Huh what, how long has it been since you submitted a decent short paper to ? They’re all junk, if you hadn’t just stood up, I’d almost forgotten about it."

"..." Todaka Keichiro had nothing more to say.

"Alright, sit down now."

Professor Okuno cast another glance at the spot where Uesugi Sakura sat.

Today... did Uesugi co or not?

Forget it.

Professor Okuno turned back around to continue his lecture.

Todaka Keichiro sat in his seat under the gaze of all the classmates in the classroom.

He sighed.

Seisa Takeshun, sitting at the other edge, seized the chance to lean over, whispering:

"Keichiro-kun, where did Senior Uesugi go? He didn’t even take his laptop."

Todaka Keichiro packed Uesugi Sakura’s laptop into his bag, rather helplessly saying: "He said he’s going to see his wife, but who knows?"

"Short paper huh," Uzu Nana behind him couldn’t help but chuckle, "You have your plates full again tonight."

Todaka Keichiro couldn’t help but retort: "Don’t gloat! It’s all because of Uesugi, next ti I see him, I’ll definitely have him treat to a al."

"Did he not treat you last ti?"

"He’ll have to treat next ti too, if it weren’t for him, my slack wouldn’t have been noticed by the professor."