"Qiang Qiang~ This is it."

Shinjoka said with a happy face: "I specially chose a house that is similar to the president's house. Will this make you feel very familiar?"

Kato Yusuke simply looked around and felt that the house was just like that, but the room was very clean and there was basically no dust.

"...Compared to this, what are you going to do with your furniture?"

"Furniture, um~ I have selected it at IKEA in advance and confirmed the time with the delivery staff. They said it will be delivered around ten o'clock and they will contact me by phone then."

"Is that so... Then I'll wait for the furniture to be delivered and help you install it before leaving."

"Hey, is this really okay~~!?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Then..." Shinjoka thought for a moment and said, "How about I invite you to drink coffee or have something to eat at a nearby shop? President."

Kato Yusuke shook his head and replied no.

"You can pack your luggage first and don't worry about me."

"That's it...ok~ Then I'll go out and buy some drinks first. President, what do you want to drink?"

"Just oolong tea. Also, help me buy something when you come back."

"Yeah~ ok, what does the president want~?"

"You need comic paper, a dip pen, and comic ink. I'll send you the specific brand and model using my mobile phone."

"Okay~~~I'm going out then?"

"Wait a moment."

Kato Yusuke stopped her and took out 20,000 yen from his wallet, "This is money to buy things, here you go."

Shinjoka blinked twice in succession, looking alternately at the money in his hand and his face, and finally shook his head slightly to express his rejection.

"No need, let me invite the president once in a while~?"

The girl said, giving him a wink, and then walked outside without looking back, leaving only a bouncing and lively back.

Kato Yusuke didn't worry about anything. After simply putting away his wallet, he sent Shinjou the model and ink color of the dip pen he wanted to use.

He just sat cross-legged on the ground casually, and then dialed the number for Kano-chan.

After a short waiting tone——

"Hello? Kato-kun~?"

Like a gentle breeze caressing my cheeks, a gentle and soft voice sounded in my ears.

"Morning, are you still sleeping?"

"I'm not that lazy. It's already nine o'clock now? What's the matter with you?" Hasumi Kanoko asked angrily.

"It's nothing. I just wanted to ask how the procedures at your school are going."

"Well... I should say everything is normal, right? The handover of things that need to be handed over is almost finished. The principal said that I don't need to come next Wednesday, but I want to wait until Friday to leave. Do you think that's okay?"

There was a bit of caution in her words, as if she was worried that he would be unhappy.

Kato Yusuke couldn't help laughing, and replied: "Of course, what's wrong with that? There's no problem with me."

"Very good……"

A slight sigh of relief came from the other end of the phone, "By the way, there's one more thing I have to tell you."

"What is it?"

"As for the person you told me about before, it is Mr. Yoshida. He consulted me about the company."

"Oh?" Kato Yusuke became more energetic, "What did he say?"

"Well... I actually didn't say anything. As you said before, I invited him to the studio for an interview. The time will be next Saturday."

"Didn't he ask about salary and benefits?"

"Haha, we don't have this one~"

Hasumi Kanoko said with a smile: "He gave me a very hesitant feeling on the phone. It seemed that he just came over to see you as a courtesy because he couldn't discredit you."

"is that so?"

"Hate, don't you believe me?"

"You know I didn't mean it that way."

Kato Yusuke thought for a while and said: "It doesn't matter even if he refuses. Then we can raise the conditions a little higher."

"Open it higher...how much should it be opened specifically?"

"It's between 400 and 600k, and year-end dividends are calculated separately."

"I always feel... you seem to want to keep Mr. Yoshida? Why?"

"I think he's a good guy."

"……What?"

"Does this reason sound really strange?"

"So you know it yourself?"

Hasumi Kanoko joked: "But I'm a little curious, what kind of good person is he?"

"If I have to say... he's the kind of serious and stubborn good guy?"

"...You remind me of my great-grandfather back home."

Kato Yusuke laughed: "Mr. Yoshida is not old, he is only 26 years old."

"Ah, you are actually two years older than me... You are really strange. How did you fit in with these people?"

"At least we get along well. He helped me and Sha before..."

The words paused here for a second, and then continued: "... Mr. Yoshida has helped me before, and I hope to repay him. Good people should be rewarded."

As if he noticed something, Hasumi Kanoko's voice became softer than before.

"Um...can you tell me what the specific job is?"

"..."

In the brief silence, there was only the slight sound of breathing in one after another.

"Well..."

Kato Yusuke joked easily: "Mr. Yoshida, he helped me raise goldfish."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and stared quietly at the hideous scar on his left palm, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

Fortunately, no one was present at this time, so naturally no one could notice anything unusual about him.

For example, even though Hasumi Kanoko heard that he was deliberately making jokes, she didn't know anything else about it, so she just spoke angrily.

"...Really~ Are you just trying to make fun of me? You never said you had raised goldfish."

"Yeah, never..."

The feeling of loneliness swept over him like a tide, almost engulfing him...

"Kato-kun...?"

"Well, let's do this anyway, right?"

In order to cover up his inner embarrassment, he hurriedly changed the topic.

"Sorry, the editor from the publishing house is contacting me. Let's talk later."

"Ah, okay, then go and get busy."

Hasumi Kanoko said very considerately: "Remember to eat on time and don't work too hard. Goodbye."

"I know, you too, bye."

The call ends here.

Kato Yusuke stood up holding on to the floor and walked to the balcony alone.

While leaning on the railing to enjoy the breeze, I quietly overlooked the quiet street scene.

There are rows of old and new houses and apartments, straight wires extending between small telephone poles, and tall buildings in the distance.

The streetcar dragged its heavy body "clang, clang, clang, clang" as it passed by.

Among the hurried crowd, you can occasionally see the faces of students pushing bicycles leisurely across the bridge.

When my mood almost calmed down, the mobile phone I had been holding in my hand vibrated unwillingly.

"Machidaenko"

The call came from a somewhat unexpected person.

Kato Yusuke pressed the answer button on his phone.
To be continued...