CHAPTER 392: CHAPTER 287 TEA PARTY_2

Today, we are going to the tea party that Kitagawa Sakisa mentioned, so Uesugi Sakura forcefully dragged Hanamaru Hanabi out of bed for a morning jog again.

Hanabi looked so aggrieved when she got up, you would think someone had bullied her.

The more you sleep in, the lazier you get.

Once you step outside and take a breath of fresh air, you’ll feel invigorated.

Uesugi Sakura firmly believed this and led the not fully awake Hanamaru Hanabi to jog two laps around the neighborhood.

At 7:43 in the morning, the two returned home.

"See, I told you, just one lap and your sleepiness is gone."

Hanamaru Hanabi mumbled, "But... Hanabi still wants to sleep..."

Uesugi Sakura: "What time did you go to bed last night?"

Hanamaru Hanabi: "Eleven thirty."

Seeing the sleepiness in her half-open eyes, Uesugi Sakura asked in puzzlement, "That’s odd. Even if you’re sleepy, Hanabi-chan, you shouldn’t look so exhausted."

"Sakura-kun last night... suddenly hugged Hanabi to sleep..." Hanamaru Hanabi whispered truthfully, "and even wrapped his legs around Hanabi’s waist...."

Her voice grew softer and softer.

Uesugi Sakura understood, realizing he had indeed affected her, and hurriedly admitted his fault:

"Sorry, sorry, it was beyond my control, I wasn’t aware."

"Hanabi doesn’t blame Sakura-kun... just for breakfast..." she yawned, her voice muffled, "I just can’t make breakfast for Sakura-kun."

"It’s fine, I’ll just have some bread myself. If you’re really tired, you can catch up on some sleep."

Even when tired, a pretty girl should make sure she is clean before going back to bed.

As soon as Hanamaru Hanabi lay down on the big bed, she cuddled a life-sized shark and went back to sleep.

Uesugi Sakura realized once again that no one was there to keep him company, so he sat on the bedside, admiring her peaceful, adorable sleeping face.

By chance, he noticed her dainty bare feet pointing in his direction.

Feet like frost?

What a joke, a girl’s pale little feet are like milk, smooth as jade, her chubby pink toes like peeled white eggs.

Under the morning light, they reflected a rosy and plump glow; just a gentle grasp would capture a girl’s bashfulness in the palm of your hand, inescapable.

To Hanabi, her tiny feet were the keys to make her tender and dainty.

A light touch, and she would squeal "Ah!" shyly, then hug her legs and shiver in the corner.

These thoughts were not appropriate.

Uesugi Sakura stared at her bare feet for a long time, but afraid of disturbing her sleep, did not dare reach out to grab those soft feet.

...

At 2:42 in the afternoon, the weather was a bit chilly, the sun peeking in and out.

"Do you want me to come pick you up?" Kitagawa Sakisa’s voice came over the phone.

Uesugi Sakura glanced out the car window, "No need, we took a cab ourselves."

Kitagawa Sakisa: "Oh, that’s fine, just remember to call me when you arrive, and I’ll bring you in."

Today, we are going to Minato, next to Shinjuku.

This area is full of shopping streets, bars, celebrities, and foreign tourists, and is considered upper class of the Tokyo 23 Districts.

"What are we going to do at that tea party?" Uesugi Sakura asked, slightly uneasy about attending such a wealthy gathering.

Hanamaru Hanabi moved her gaze away from the car window, "Sakisa-chan said... she’s just inviting us to have fun."

Tea parties, salons, and banquets are places where the wealthy meet friends.

Young people holding tea parties should be purely for fun, while adult tea parties usually have a business aspect.

Burdens?

There’s none of that.

Sakura didn’t care about those things, and Hanabi had attended a few family gatherings due to her upbringing.

Her father, her grandfather’s status... contributed to these events.

Today, Hanamaru Hanabi was wearing an off-shoulder gown, with a longer skirt that nicely accentuated her slender legs.

He, on the other hand, was quite casual, wearing everyday leisurewear to tag along.

The closer the cab got, the more luxury cars were around.

They arrived at a building that looked like a hotel?

Anyway, it was the kind that occupied a vast area, with several yachts lined up in Tokyo Bay behind it, not yet sailed.

After Uesugi Sakura helped Hanamaru Hanabi out of the car, he texted Kitagawa Sakisa: "We’re here."

Kitagawa Sakisa: "(emoji) Okay, I’ll be right there."

She was quick indeed, but Uesugi Sakura hadn’t realized she’d brought a white parrot, and Kyujuu Rika was with her.

"This is Shinoko-chan, 45 years old."

years old referred to the parrot, which, introduced by its young owner, even said "Hello."

"Are you sure you want to call it ’chan’?"

"What’s the difference," Kitagawa Sakisa reached out to pet the parrot’s head, devoid of any reaction, "the nickname ’chan’ can also be used for cute girls."

Kyujuu Rika chimed in, "Shinoko is older than any of us, even by human standards, it’s the age of our parents."

years old.

Uesugi Sakura could still discern signs of aging on this large white parrot.

Though its feathers remained white and fully functional, it probably had little desire to fly.

It perched on Kitagawa Sakisa’s shoulder, occasionally twisting its neck and turning its head.

"Sakura, why are you dressed so casually?" Kitagawa Sakisa inquired.

"I can’t?"

"It’s not that you can’t... just not very formal. Whatever, it’s just a tea party, not a banquet after all."

Saying this, Kitagawa Sakisa took Hanamaru Hanabi by the hand, leading her forward and introducing the delicious little cakes available today.

Uesugi Sakura followed along accordingly.

Before entering the hall, he saw the parking lot was filled with upscale cars.

He asked Kyujuu Rika ahead: "What’s this tea party actually for?"

"Probably a networking event for entrepreneurs... I’m not too sure about these things either."

Tea party essentially meant a social gathering with tea and snacks.

Amidst conversation and chitchat, there were added pleasant landscapes and flowers to admire.

Azure sky, open outdoor space, shadows mingling.

In the courtyard corridors, stacked green stones, on the left, wisterias covered the walls, the leaves in tasteful disarray.

Each table at the venue with pastries had a vase, adorned with bunches of various flowers, elaborately and properly arranged.

Situated on the tower’s high floor, standing at the edge of this artificial garden, one could overlook the entire Tokyo Bay.

Spend a while here to understand this is a place for the wealthy.

Uesugi Sakura didn’t expect to see a high school classmate here—a figure playing with a phone on the sofa opposite them.

"Isn’t that Tsubokawa, over there?"

Kyujuu Rika, who was chatting with Hanabi and Sakisa, looked over upon hearing the voice, and a thorough look through her glasses confirmed it was indeed him.

"Yeah, it’s him."

Although the young people at this tea party were just here for fun, only he would be playing on his phone while everyone else was chatting.

"Did you invite all our old classmates?" Uesugi Sakura asked Rika and Sakisa.

"No, no," Kitagawa Sakisa shook her head, indicating she was unaware, "I only invited you and Hanabi-chan, Rie had homework to do, so she couldn’t come."

Kyujuu Rika: "I remember Tsubokawa’s family seems to have a family business."

"So he was practically here for that reason?" Uesugi Sakura and Hanamaru Hanabi had to show an invitation for free food and drink upon entering, given by Kitagawa Sakisa, with only their names written on it.

"I suppose so,"

In memory, Tsubokawa Takahiro seemed quite wealthy.

Uesugi Sakura recalled him spending tens of thousands of yen on games in high school without a hint of reluctance.

That was equivalent to a month’s salary for a salaried employee.

Yet sometimes he was rich, and other times quite poor.

He often borrowed a few hundred yen from Uesugi for lunch.

He promised to pay it back with interest after a few days.

Out of curiosity, Uesugi Sakura once asked why, and he simply responded it was due to family reasons, family reasons.

"You guys chat, I’m going to say hello."

With three girls chatting, he couldn’t get a word in.

Frankly speaking, he couldn’t even distinguish between lipstick shades, so what could he possibly add to topics about dresses or clothing stores?

Walking through the sea of people in suits and fancy dresses, Uesugi Sakura went to a waiter for some snacks, then sat on the sofa next to Tsubokawa Takahiro with a plate in hand.