Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard Chapter 812 - 483: Morning and Going to School

The next day.

Today I need to go to school.

Uesugi Sakura got up early at the thought of seeing his wife again today.

Today there are classes. If you don’t go, it will affect your final evaluation. How could a good student who loves learning, like his wife, not co?

Thinking this, he went to the bathroom to tidy up his hair and looked at himself in the mirror.

Handso, decent, tall, combined with the physique built through regular exercise, he’s practically the perfect boyfriend template.

Uesugi Sakura believes that when he walks down the street with Hanabi, they undoubtedly attract a lot of attention from both n and won.

No one says that he doesn’t match Hanabi, instead they think they’re a talented couple.

This is probably what it ans to be a winner in life.

However, Uesugi Sakura doesn’t feel that he’s won, keeping Hanabi by his side truly ans winning at life.

He lifted his arm, glancing at the silver watch touched by so water droplets.

Just like this watch she gave him, he hopes so mories won’t fade with ti.

"Alright! A new day!"

After helping the two little girls pack their school bags, Uesugi Sakura stood at the entrance, watching them put on their round hats and leave for school.

"Bye, brother."

"Nini, bye~"

"Alright, have a good trip, rember to eat lunch at noon."

Though he doesn’t have kids yet... Uesugi Sakura truly feels a warmth called ho.

This is sothing he never felt in his previous life.

He smiled and closed the door, returning to the bedroom to put on his glasses, packed everything up, glanced at the wedding photo on the table, ready to leave for school.

A new day has begun!

...

Shinjuku District, Hanamaru’s ho.

Mrs. Hanamaru looked at Hanamaru Hanabi still sleeping in late in the room, smiled and shook her head, stepping inside.

She sat by the girl’s bedside, watching the sunlight fall at an angle on her sleeping face, unable to resist brushing away the hair by her ear and caressing her cheek.

That timid little girl from before has really grown up.

Mrs. Hanamaru sat by the girl’s side, quietly watching her until Hanamaru Hanabi furrowed her brow and half-opened her eyes sleepily.

"Mom...?"

"Not going to school today?" Mrs. Hanamaru smiled and asked.

"No... not going today..."

"Hmm," Mrs. Hanamaru nodded, watching her daughter slowly sit up from bed, she glanced at her sleepy daughter, then looked around the arrangent of the room, "Hanabi, after you left, we haven’t touched your room."

"Hmm...?" Hanamaru Hanabi was a bit drowsy, not quite comprehending what her mother was saying as if it erged from the fog.

"I an, you married Sakura, and we’ve kept your room intact."

"...Why?" Hanamaru Hanabi took a mont to understand the ssage, opening her lilac-colored eyes as she spoke.

Mrs. Hanamaru gazed at her face, eyes filled with warmth and nostalgia: "Seeing your room always reminds of you as a child, very obedient, always apologizing voluntarily when you accidentally did sothing wrong."

She paused for a mont and then continued.

"Speaking of which, since you got married, we mother and daughter haven’t properly talked, have we?"

"Yeah, that’s true..." Hanamaru Hanabi thought for a mont, nodded, and replied in a gentle voice, sitting on the bed like a duck, her pajama-clad self allowing just one pink and white foot to be exposed to the sunlight.

"How’s married life?"

"Very, very good... Sakura-kun also cares a lot about Hanabi."

"Hanabi, even after marriage, you must love yourself, don’t prioritize everything for Sakura."

"Why?" Hanamaru Hanabi asked suspiciously, unable to comprehend her mother’s words.

Mrs. Hanamaru chuckled softly and flicked her daughter’s forehead with her finger.

Well... Hanamaru Hanabi was caught off guard, closing her eyes and hugging her head.

"No particular reason, though if you insist, there are so truths to share."

Hanamaru Hanabi relaxed her posture, looking at her mother, waiting for her to continue.

"Girls must maintain so distance to make guys like them even more. If I’m not mistaken, after marrying Sakura, didn’t he always pull you at night—"

Hanamaru Hanabi imdiately blushed, grabbing her mother’s arm with both hands, interrupting her.

Then she noticed her mother’s gaze focused on her, making her shyly turn her face away.

Mrs. Hanamaru’s smile deepened, her face strikingly similar to her daughter’s, showing no signs of age.

She placed her hand on her daughter’s and guided it down, saying: "Alright, no need to be embarrassed, your mom understands, Sakura is young and passionate, and with a beautiful girl like Hanabi, naturally—"

"Mom!" Hanamaru Hanabi exerted more force to tug her mother’s arm.

"Okay! I won’t say anything more, I won’t talk about this."

She said, but Mrs. Hanamaru noticed Hanamaru Hanabi’s red face and couldn’t resist her middle-aged woman’s curiosity, leaning in and whispering: "Tell secretly, how long do you usually last with Sakura?"

Hanamaru Hanabi blushed furiously this ti, then directly rolled over, covering herself completely with the blanket, a muffled voice ca from under the blankets, "Mom, stop it!"

This child.

Mrs. Hanamaru looked at the lump of blanket in front of her, smiled, "Rember what I just said?"