The drizzle was pouring down, and there were dark clouds rolling in the gloomy sky. The wiper on the windshield wiped away the rain at a steady frequency. Even if the noise reduction was very good, the sound of tire friction could still be heard.
Kyoto is 370 kilometers away from Tokyo. After getting on the expressway, the speed stabilizes at around 90. Including rest in the service area, it takes at least five hours.
Accidents are likely to occur when driving on rainy days. Minamoto Yorimitsu watched the road with all his concentration. It was only after he was sure that there were no red tail lights for a distance ahead that he glanced at the quiet Seiko Kamiya in the rearview mirror.
"If you feel sleepy, just take a nap. The main reason is that if you drive fast, the light rain will be heavy, so it will take a long time to arrive."
Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at Kamiya Seiko in the rearview mirror, holding his face with his hands, looking out the window casually with his slender eyes, and pretending to say as if nothing had happened.
No matter how sparse the raindrops are, they will inevitably become denser after experiencing the power of gravity acceleration.
To be honest, he feels a little regretful now. He feels that he should have persuaded Seiko Kamiya to take the Shinkansen or plane to Tokyo. Driving for a long time is very painful.
Moreover, it is a rainy day again today. Even if the heater is turned on in the car to dry the fog on the glass, the front is still gray. This kind of weather is most likely to cause a car accident.
Therefore, even if he stops at the service area twice, he still has to concentrate intensively and drive for four or five hours continuously. Anyone who has driven on the highway knows how tired he is after driving for a long time.
"Is this what you're wearing today?"
Seiko Kamiya did not answer his words. Instead, he turned his face slightly and asked with a slight twinkle in his eyes.
Minamoto Noraimitsu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked down at his clothes. He didn't quite understand why she asked: "What's wrong? It's okay. This clothes looks thin, but it's actually quite warm."
Most of his clothes were bought in the mall with Sakichu Koto before, and they all tend to be loose casual clothes, focusing on comfort and warmth.
Today I wore a thin down jacket, which looked quite rustic, and I casually wore a pair of black trousers on my lower body.
At least there is no problem with keeping warm. As for whether it looks good or not, he has not studied it. After all, except for attending important occasions, it depends on how comfortable it is.
"So this is your attitude when you come to see me."
"Attitude? Attitude in dressing? Isn't it bad?"
"I've never seen anyone wear such casual clothes on a date, unless they don't care."
"A date?" Minamoto Yorimitsu lightly tapped the brakes.
Hearing the word in her words, he subconsciously clicked on the brakes, but in such bad weather as rain, the two of them were forced to lean forward.
"Please concentrate on driving."
Seiko Kamiya pursed his red lips slightly and leaned on the backrest with his shoulders. He seemed to have lost the aura of a superior person in the past, and his beautiful face seemed to be smiling but not smiling:
"What? You think I'm too old, so the word date can only be used for young and beautiful girls?"
"That's not true, I'm just surprised." Minamoto norimitsu looked surprised and said a little strangely: "I didn't expect Miss Seiko to treat this trip as a date."
Traveling alone is indeed quite ambiguous.
Can speak words like date.
No matter how you look at it, it seems like you are deliberately guiding someone.
Minamoto Yorimitsu glanced at her expression.
She found that Shengzi Shengzi had noticed his gaze, and looked at him with her thin eyes slightly tilted, her white fingers caressing her earrings, her eyes showing interest.
The two fell into a brief silence.
Seiko Kamiya didn't answer him, and Minamoto Yorimitsu didn't speak anymore, but the ambiguity continued to heat up, so he devoted some of his attention to observing her.
This observation is indeed remarkable.
Only then did Minamoto Yorimitsu realize that Kamiya Seiko's dressing style today was indeed very different from before.
Not wearing a black and red dress.
It's not a business suit either.
Instead, she wore a pure white low-necked sweater on her upper body, a brown vest on the outside, and a dark hip-covering short skirt on her lower body, and most importantly, she also wore a layer of flesh-colored stockings on her legs.
Maybe it was too close to the skin color, and he didn't pay attention at first, so Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't notice it.
But in his impression, he had never seen Seiko Kamiya dressed so casually, and when he peeked, his legs were still rubbing.
Kamiya Seiko's legs tend to be slender.
She is relatively tall, estimated to be nearly 1.7 meters tall, so her legs are correspondingly longer.
But women have pelvic problems.
Thighs are generally thicker than men's.
Especially after sitting down normally and bringing your legs together, the voluptuous charm of your legs will be even greater.
I don't know if it feels uncomfortable.
Kamiya Seiko's legs would rub down or change positions every few seconds. Minamoto no Yoriko watched with breathless concentration, trying to look into darker places.
However, just as he leaned his head forward, the somewhat joking voice of Seiko Kamiya suddenly sounded.
"Haven't you seen enough? My legs are almost exhausted from moving. If I want to continue watching, there will only be static."
"I was just looking at the mats."
"Really, I remember you once told me seriously that you like to see things like black stockings, and you pretended to be a science popularizer. Now that I'm wearing them for you to see, you pretend to be deaf and mute and don't recognize me.
."
Minamoto Noraimitsu looked forward, pretending to be nonchalant: "Did I tell you seriously?"
"Are there too many people talking?"
Holy Son Kamiya turned his face to look at him and smiled.
"Of course not." Minamoto no Yorimitsu twitched his lips: "Maybe I forgot, after all, such words are very rude."
"It's rude to stick your eyes inside."
Seiko Kamiya, who felt that the seat belt was too tight, used his fingers to pull on the part that was tied to his chest, and then without hesitation raised his legs to bury the scenery.
"Sorry." Minamoto norimitsu said sincerely.
Sometimes dating is like a thesis defense.
Especially with women.
In some cases, asking and apologizing is the best way to solve the problem. Since they like to have an attitude the most, then give it sincerely.
Saying a few nice words will not lose any weight.
It's not difficult to put on a sincere expression.
"I have already asked my friends abroad about the matter you called me yesterday. There will be news in about a month, but I don't know whether there will be news yet."
Seiko Kamiya withdrew his gaze, moved his seat back slightly, and turned to talk about another matter.
"No need for that, I almost forgot to mention it."
Minamoto Noraimitsu was stunned for a moment and then explained patiently.
Seiko Kamiya narrowed his eyes slightly, and no one could see any expression on his beautiful face: "No need?"
I just called yesterday to ask for help, and today I said no, which seems like a joke no matter how you look at it.
They are not students on campus.
In the adult world, there are some things that need to be shamelessly forgotten, but if something like helping is confirmed, how can it be said to be a joke.
If it hadn't been for Minamoto Yorimitsu's seriousness on the phone yesterday that Seiko Kamiya had never seen before.
She might actually suspect that it was intentional.
But since she changed her story so quickly, she had to give an explanation, so she looked at him.
Minamoto Yorimitsu coughed slightly and said casually: "I met Miss Mizusawa yesterday. She just has this channel and has already connected with the hospital."
Although I knew that Seiko Kamiya and Natsuya Mizusawa didn't get along well, I couldn't hide this kind of thing. Since I was asked, I might as well admit it openly.
After all, it’s okay if you don’t give a reason.
However, the reaction of Holy Son Kamiya after hearing this was not as gloomy as he expected. Instead, he nodded slightly thoughtfully, as if it was very insignificant.
"Did she take the initiative to contact you?"
"That's right."
"Already guessed it."
"What request did she make this time? Take another set of wedding photos? Or do something else to make me angry?"
"Forced me to discuss business again."
Upon hearing this, Seiko Kamiya looked at him deeply and said, "You will be hollowed out by her."
After a moment of silence, she seemed to feel that it was useless to say this. She seemed to suddenly remember something again and asked: "Did you hold her at gunpoint last time?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu nodded after hearing this.
"That's too rash." Shengzi Shengzi frowned.
"Mizusawa and I were playmates when we were young, but as we grew up, we were both the eldest daughters of each family, so we were inevitably compared, so we gradually lost contact."
"Similar to Chayin and your sister?"
"I think we are closer than those two children, but she always likes to compare with me, whether in business or life. If I buy a bag, she will buy that store. It is probably similar to this relationship now."
"Does Miss Mizusawa like..."
"Our orientations are all normal. If you think of me that way, I'll be a little angry."
In the half-joking atmosphere, Kamiya Seiko didn't take things too seriously, but it didn't look like a joke either.
"She is very vindictive, but because of the relationship between you and me, she probably won't do anything inappropriate."
"It turns out that Miss Shengzi is protecting me."
"Protection doesn't count. After all, we all get what we need. It's in line with your consistent principles, right?"
The words of Seiko Kamiya aroused Minamoto no Yorimitsu's doubts these days. It was within the scope of understanding that Grand Master Mizusawa was approaching him or discussing business. After all, the former had said that she was a jealous girl a long time ago.
But the other party deliberately asked him to accompany him when he went to Tokyo this time, which was indeed a bit hard to understand.
Motives arise only when necessary, and Seiko Kamiya does not need to remove Qi Mizusawa by himself. With such doubts, Minamoto no Yorimitsu expressed his problem.
"Then why do you want to date me?"
“It’s just more relaxing.”
Holy Son Kamiya said softly absentmindedly.
She has many titles, including the current head of the Kamiya family in Kyoto, the current president of the Kamiya Group, among the country's richest women, and among the country's most influential women.
Many titles besides halo and glory.
All that's left is responsibility and burden.
Minamoto Yorimitsu also knows that when children of such big families truly reach their peak, they also need to abandon their own leisure and entertainment. It is not as simple as imagined. Treating work as fun is their only way to relieve boredom.
If only traveling to escape stress.
This makes sense.
The car was driving forward on the expressway. Kamiya Seiko seemed to be tired. He lay half-lying there and closed his slender eyes. Minamoto no Yorimitsu was proudly concentrating on driving.
The grueling five hours finally passed.
But when Seiko Kamiya woke up leisurely and saw the city lights of Tokyo in front of him, the ramp from the expressway was blocked. It seemed that the road in front was slippery due to rain, and the vehicle in front had a traffic accident.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu rolled down the window and took a breath.
But there is light and shadow flickering in the rearview mirror.
He looked over instinctively and saw a dark green motorcycle directly behind him, weaving back and forth among the congested vehicles. It was very skilled. The owner was wearing a leather jacket and a pure black helmet.
But the other party stopped when they reached you.
Because they were right at the exit of the ramp, the traffic jam was the worst, and almost no one could get through, let alone a motorcycle.
"Don't worry, I won't hit your car."
The knight noticed his gaze and seemed to think that Minamoto no Yorimitsu was worried about whether his motorcycle would hit the car. He opened his helmet mirror and muttered something.
"Your riding skills are very good." Minamoto Yoriguang nodded and didn't care. Instead, he looked at his motorcycle with interest: "You can always get out of the cracks in the motorcycle."
This motorcycle is the famous Kawasaki.
However, I don’t know which model it is. Gen Laiguang just thinks it looks good. He is not a member of the circle and has never been exposed to this industry.
Almost every man has a motorcycle dream.
Especially when there is a traffic jam, even if you are just riding a bicycle through the gap between vehicles, you will feel like you are dominating the world and you are the only one.
This Kawasaki motorcycle looks very good.
The dark green car body paint, coupled with the tight leather jacket, the light rain falling on the body and forming water droplets, it has a sense of atmosphere no matter how you look at it.
Minamoto Yorimitsu was also admiring it with interest.
Hearing words that were different from what he imagined, the knight was obviously stunned for a moment, but everyone loves to hear compliments, and he was no exception. He said proudly: "Of course, I have been riding motorcycles for seven or eight years."
"No wonder the technology is so good." Minamoto Yorimitsu said.
"In general, it's okay." The knight waved his hands indifferently and returned to his cold attitude: "But I often encounter this kind of road condition, so it's nothing."
"Are you a professional race car driver?"
"Not yet, but I am already a reserve member of JBS and will participate in the trials soon."
"That's already pretty impressive."
"I can only say that I'm getting by pretty well."
The low rumble was like the low roar of a wild animal, and the traffic flow in front seemed to be loosening up. I felt inspired when I saw the motorcycle, but I had no desire to continue talking.
Minamoto Noraimitsu glanced at the slippery road and gave a kind reminder: "It's easy for tires to slip on rainy days. If it's too crowded, it's better to go slower."
"Thank you for reminding me, I will pay attention to it."
The helmeted man wearing a black trench coat responded casually, as if he was a little overwhelmed by the praise just now, put on the helmet mirror, turned off the handle and moved forward.
He also used his left hand, which was wearing a holster, with his index and middle fingers together, and made a cool gesture from his forehead.
Minamoto Yorimitsu just smiled slightly when he saw this, but just when he looked away and wanted to express a few words to Seiko Kamiya, a muffled sound suddenly came from his ears.
"boom!"
"Didi!"
"Why are you riding a bike, you bastard!"
Accompanied by shouts and curses, and blasts of whistles, the front suddenly became noisy.
Minamoto Yorimitsu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was slightly startled.
Then he looked forward through the windshield and saw the knight who was talking to him just now. His motorcycle had directly hit the second car in the front row, and the on-board alarm automatically sounded.
It is estimated that the Nissan car was not strong to begin with, and because he had turned the accelerator far enough, the dark green Kawasaki motorcycle was directly embedded in the butt of the Toyota car in front, and the rearview mirror fell to the ground.
The knight who was lost in the compliments just now sat on the ground with a blank look on his face, as if he had not yet realized the current situation. It seemed normal just now, but why did it suddenly become like this.
"Is this the level of a professional player?"
Seiko Kamiya, who had a silent expression at first, couldn't help but chuckle and glanced at him.
This look is quite meaningful.
It seems to be saying that your vision is just like this.
Minamoto Yorimitsu's face darkened slightly, and he felt that it was definitely not his fault. Although he felt that there might be his own reasons, he certainly refused to admit it. His eyelids twitched twice and he said: "After all, it's just a reserve force."