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Chapter 66 I'll sell a car to invest in you

Chapter 66 I sell the car to invest in you

"Ah, Shizu-chan, this idiot, really drank too much again. Aren't you afraid of being picked up by a naughty man?" Miki Okudera complained as she looked at the drunk Hiratsuka Shizu.

"Hehe, if anyone really dares, I will punch him and send him to the hospital." Shizuka Hiratsuka leaned on Miki Okudera and punched him with a silly smile.

Not to mention, even if he was drunk and unconscious, this punch still had a whistling wind, which looked very powerful.

"Xiao Jing, did you drive here today?" Miki Okudera asked.

"Yes, the car is parked in the parking lot behind." Hiratsuka Shizuka felt dizzy. If she were alone, she would never drink so much, but today Miki was by her side, and she

I kept talking to that kid named Hojo the whole time, and I drank a little too much unconsciously.

"I'm sorry, Kyosuke-kun, I need to find a driver to take Xiaojing home now. Your coat may have to be returned to you another day," Miki Okudera said.

"It's better if I take her home with you and then take you home. It's so late at night, how can I trust you two drunk women to go home alone?" Hojo Kyosuke stretched out a hand and grabbed it.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's arms held her firmly.

"Yes, Kyousuke-kun, you haven't drunk, but do you have a driver's license?"

"No, but I have friends nearby. I will contact them now."

After finishing speaking, Hojo Kyosuke took out his mobile phone and started typing in the chat room of Rampage Angel. He himself did not have a driver's license, but there must be older people among his subordinates in the high school who had taken the driver's license test.

"Would it be too much trouble for you?" Okudera Miki said embarrassedly.

"No, no, I still want to thank Mr. Hiratsuka for treating me to something to eat."

That's right, Hiratsuka Shizuka had already purchased the order when she was still sober. Hojo Kyousuke wanted to say something, but Okudera Miki stopped him with a smile, saying that Hiratsuka Shizuka was a rich woman, and drinking with her was the best thing for her.

of concern.

While he was talking, four of his subordinates were already "taking orders".

When Hojo Kyosuke and the other three walked out of the bar, four subordinates and two motorcycles were already parked outside.

"Kyosuke-kun, who are they?"

At the door of the bar, Miki Okudera glanced curiously at the four people who greeted Hojo Kyosuke respectfully.

"They are my juniors in school, um, motorcycle art enthusiasts." Hojo Kyosuke said.

The aesthetics of these bastards are really hard to complain about, and each one of their motorcycles is more bizarre than the last.

Then Hojo Kyosuke quickly assigned the task:

The subordinate who could drive followed him, Miki Okudera, and Shizuka Hiratsuka to pick up the car. The other three subordinates rode the two motorcycles they brought and Kyosuke Hojo's motorcycle followed. After arriving at Shizuka Hiratsuka's house, the four

The subordinates can return the same way.

The reason why so many people were used was because Hojo Kyousuke was still thinking about taking Okudera Miki home on a motorcycle.

Anyway, these subordinates are free at night, and they don’t use them in vain. Didn’t I just want to enjoy these conveniences when I became the boss?

In the parking lot, Miki Okudera pressed the car key, and the lights of a white Big Mac flashed.

"Does Mr. Hiratsuka actually like this type of car?" Hojo Kyosuke helped Shizuka Hiratsuka to the white off-road vehicle. Even with Hojo Kyosuke's poor car knowledge, he knew that the car was a Toyota Land Cruiser.

"Haha, you should have figured it out since Jing was fond of fighting since she was a child."

Miki Okudera opened the car door with a smile and helped Kyosuke Hojo put Shizuka Hiratsuka into the back seat. Perhaps because Miki Okudera was beside her, the latter had fallen asleep with a peaceful expression on her face.

"Yes." Thinking of Hiratsuka Shizuka's momentum when he punched, Hojo Kyosuke nodded in agreement.

"But Shizuo also has a red sports car, and she usually drives that one more often." Miki Okudera also sat in the back seat, letting Hiratsuka Shizu's head rest on her lap.

"She is really a rich woman."

Hojo Kyosuke sat in the passenger seat and repeatedly told his subordinates to drive slower on the road. If they dared to drive too fast, they would have to fight him for a hundred rounds during kendo practice tomorrow.

As for the other three people riding motorcycles, Hojo Kyosuke had already sent them the address. As expected, it was a high-end community, not far away, in the Chiyoda Ward next to Shinjuku.

According to Miki Okudera, the apartment was because the Tokyo Metropolitan Sobu High School where Hiratsuka Shizuka worked was in Chiyoda Ward, so her family directly bought her a high-end apartment nearby.

Because they both belong to the sixth district of the city, and the two districts are right next to each other, it only took a few kilometers to reach their destination.

After sending away a few subordinates, Hojo Kyosuke carried Hiratsuka Shizu and followed Okudera Miki into the elevator. The latter obviously came here a lot, skillfully taking out the key from Hiratsuka Shizu's pocket and opening the door, instructing Hojo Kyosuke to open the door.

Shizuka Hiratsuka placed it on the bed in the bedroom.

Hojo Kyosuke consciously came to the living room and sat down, playing with his mobile phone while waiting for Miki Okudera. He had asked Miki Okudera before if he wanted to stay here to take care of the drunk Hiratsuka Shizu, but Miki Okudera smiled and said

He, Shizuka Hiratsuka, would just sleep until dawn every time he got drunk, and there was nothing else except worrying about whether he would be late for work.

"Let's go, Kyosuke-kun, I'm really troubling you."

Okudera Miki walked out of the bedroom. She had just helped Hiratsuka Shizu briefly scrubbed, changed into pajamas, and poured a glass of water and put it on the bedside table. After doing this, a thin layer of fine hair had appeared on her forehead.

sweat.

"Do you want to rest for a while? I'm afraid you might catch a cold if the wind blows just after you've sweated." Hojo Kyosuke asked with concern.

"I'm not that fragile. Besides, wouldn't Kyosuke-kun lend me his coat?" Okudera Miki said with a smile.

"Then let's go."

All the way downstairs, Hojo Kyousuke found his motorcycle and drove Miki Okudera out of the community.

The two soon arrived at the downstairs of Miki Okudera's apartment.

"Kyosuke-kun, would you like to come up and sit for a while? I'll bring you some clothes. I've already washed them." Miki Okudera stood in front of the motorcycle, holding down her hair blown by the night breeze with one hand, feeling a little nervous.

said.

"Then I'll excuse you." Hojo Kyosuke said as he quickly parked his motorcycle. Perhaps considering that most students live here, there are sheds for parking bicycles and motorcycles downstairs in the apartment.

"Have your clothes been washed? It's really troublesome for you."

In the elevator, the two of them stood side by side, and Hojo Kyosuke spoke to break the calm.

"That's not the case. I'll wash this jacket before returning it to you, right?" Okudera Miki tightened the brown jacket she was still wearing and said.

"Then I'll trouble you." Hojo Kyosuke naturally wouldn't say something like "No need to bother, he can go home and wash it himself". If there was no reason to go upstairs to get clothes, how could the two of them be standing in a movie theater now?

In the elevator?

"Please come in, I'm sorry, because no one usually comes, so I only have disposable slippers prepared." Miki Okudera opened the door and took out a pair of disposable slippers from the shoe cabinet.

"It's okay." Hojo Kyousuke put on his slippers and sat on the sofa.

"I haven't tidied it up in the past few days, and the room is a bit messy."

Seeing Hojo Kyosuke observing her room, Okudera Miki said a little embarrassed.

"Where is the mess? I can see that Okudera-senpai is really studying hard."

It is also a single apartment, and the most conspicuous place is the kitchen. To have such a big kitchen in such a small place can be said to be a crime committed by the designer.

A double-door refrigerator, an oven, a wall-breaker, a chef's machine...all kinds of kitchen utensils that Hojo Kyosuke knew and didn't recognize were placed in various places in the kitchen in an orderly manner. There were also some chemical utensils such as test tubes and measuring cylinders placed in a separate corner.

.

There are also a large number of books on the low table in front of the sofa, covering chemistry, biology, and traditional Chinese medicine. Of course, the most numerous books are those with the word "Nutrition."

The next door to the living room is covered by a curtain, which is probably the bedroom.

"I have loved cooking since I was a child. I chose this major because my family required me to go to college. My original career path was to work in places like the Ministry of Agriculture, Forestry and Fisheries, the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare, or to work in food and beverage companies. But I still

I want to open my own restaurant after graduation and make nutritious and delicious food."

Okudera Miki brought a glass of water to Hojo Kyousuke, her eyes filled with longing as she spoke.

"Sorry, I just started talking to myself."

"No, Okudera-senpai is really amazing. She is really moving towards her dream." Hojo Kyosuke said.

"It's not as good as you said. My family doesn't support my idea. At that time, I might have to rent a small shop in a remote place, and it might go bankrupt soon."

Miki Okudera said a little embarrassedly, because Hojo Kyosuke was sitting on the single sofa, so she opened the curtain of the bedroom and sat on the bed.

Hojo Kyousuke quickly scanned the environment of the bedroom. If the living room and kitchen were the place for a serious and hard-working female college student, the bedroom was the place for a beautiful young girl in love.

Sister Yu is worthy of being an existence that can compete with beautiful girls. She is really surprising everywhere.

"Then let me invest in you when the time comes. I believe that Okudera-senpai's restaurant will be successful! Maybe the Prime Minister will have to queue up if he wants to come to eat."

Hojo Kyosuke said with a smile, there is no reason why people who work so hard can't succeed. If it were in other worlds, it would be possible, but Okudera-senpai is the kind of person who is holding the cursor and is the kind of person who will definitely succeed as long as it is ignited.

Special people.

"I don't have as much confidence as you." Okudera Miki said with a giggle. Although Hojo Kyosuke's words moved her a little, she didn't think a high school student could really do it.

"Okudera-senpai, I'm not joking anymore. Even if I sell the Rocket 33, I will support your dream!" Hojo Kyosuke shook the motorcycle key in his hand.

"Giggle, Rocket 33? What's that name? It's so cute."

Just as Hojo Kyosuke envisioned, even if Rocket 33 doesn't sound as cool as Maki Kyosuke's Guren ZⅡ, it will definitely be very popular with girls.

"It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first." Hojo Kyousuke drank the remaining water in the cup, picked up his coat that still smelled of laundry detergent, and stood up.

"It's already so late." Okudera Miki glanced at the frog clock on the bedroom wall and exclaimed in a low voice.

"Next time Kyousuke-kun comes again, I will prepare food to entertain you."

In the entrance hall, Miki Okudera crossed her arms and looked at Kyousuke Hojo who was putting on shoes with a smile.

"Then I'm looking forward to it." Hojo Kyosuke raised the coat in his hand and shook it.

The two of them immediately laughed tacitly.

"Be careful on the road." Okudera Miki said.

"Well, see you tomorrow, Okudera-senpai."

"See you tomorrow."

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