Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 145 - 142 Who Has a Question?

Chapter 145: Chapter 142 Who Has a Question?

"Hello, are you Uesugi-sama?"

Hanamaru Hanabi quickly hid behind Uesugi Sakura to avoid the sudden cameras that emerged from the corner of the venue.

—Although it was just one camera, and two people who seemed to have a senior-junior relationship.

"What’s up?"

The senior had a work badge hanging on their chest, and the young female assistant beside them was holding a camera.

Their identity might as well have "journalist" written on their face.

"There’s a rumor that Uesugi-sama’s experience in Kyudo is less than two months, and we’re here to verify the facts."

It seemed they were specifically looking for him.

"Do you believe in such hearsay?"

The senior journalist wasn’t surprised by his answer, "According to our paper’s inquiries, the Shirooka Affiliated Middle School that Uesugi-sama attended did not have a Kyudo Club."

Uesugi Sakura turned and walked away.

They obviously came prepared, and the best way to handle this situation was to ignore them.

A competent journalist must possess a tenacious spirit.

He gave chase.

"May I ask, is this a fact?"

Uesugi Sakura carried the black bow bag in his right hand, looked up at the azure blue sky.

"Do you think that white cloud is black?"

"...Huh?" The journalist couldn’t follow his thought process.

"Meaningless question, I don’t want to answer you." He changed directions again and left.

Hanamaru Hanabi glanced back at them, holding the small bag at her waist, and hurriedly followed beside Uesugi Sakura.

A journalist, also having the speed of an athlete.

He stepped twice to block in front of Hanamaru Hanabi, smiling:

"Hello, Miss, may I ask if you’re engaged to this Uesugi-sama? I noticed you’re wearing identical rings. You’re so beautiful, would you be interested in letting our paper take a few private photos for you? Becoming a photo idol would surely have a bright future."

"No, no need."

Blocked by the journalist, Hanamaru Hanabi quickly turned her hand back to hide the ring on her ring finger.

Uesugi Sakura furrowed his brows; although he wanted to see Hanabi’s photo shoot, having it published for a large audience was out of the question.

Inducing a young engaged girl to take personal photos, this was seriously disrespectful behavior!

"Get out of the way." He responded with a cold tone.

The assistant with the camera became flustered, but clearly, the journalist was anticipating this situation.

"Please let me take back what I just said and offer a sincere apology to both of you." The journalist, nearly thirty, bowed at a ninety-degree angle, "If Uesugi-sama is still unsatisfied, I’m willing to provide financial compensation."

Receiving money was, of course, welcomed.

But what kind of journalist would say such things face-to-face, it was simply unreasonable.

"Get out of the way." He repeated.

Unexpectedly, this nearly thirty-year-old journalist raised both hands, squatted down, and performed a full dogeza on the ground.

This was at the entrance of the venue, visible to everyone.

Never had he seen such a quick triple apology, it was overly practiced.

Not just Hanamaru Hanabi, even his assistant was stunned.

The surrounding crowd began to murmur, wondering what situation would cause an older gentleman to dogeza.

"Was it necessary?" Uesugi Sakura asked in disbelief.

"My knees aren’t worth much anymore, brief contact, but I know this is the most effective way for Uesugi-sama."

Uesugi Sakura understood that his intention in approaching Hanabi was to stop him, annoying, but that was just the nature of the profession.

Yet this person was amazing, going straight to dogeza at every turn.

He lifted his wrist to check his watch.

12:12:25

Lunchtime wasn’t too late.

"Alright, ask away."

"Just that question earlier." The journalist stood up, patting the dust off.

"Is it that important?"

"The Kamigoe Kyudo Club where Uesugi-sama belongs has already secured a ticket to the finals of the main competition, with a high chance of defeating the strong contender Mizuki High School."

The journalist said leisurely.

"Among them, a standout player who has only been practicing Kyudo for two months, yet his skills rival those of their genius high school teammates.

"Genius among geniuses, don’t you think Uesugi-sama it’s quite a sensation?"

Uesugi Sakura looked at him, he should have realized it sooner.

"Yes, that’s right, I started Kyudo on April 1st."

There was a click, and the assistant’s camera captured his photo.

Hanamaru Hanabi disliked the camera, hiding behind Uesugi and only showed a side profile.

"Is that enough now?" Uesugi Sakura glanced at the assistant checking the photo.

"Thank you." The journalist nearing thirty smiled and bowed to express gratitude.

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"That person, so strange."

"Probably kneeled too much, doesn’t matter to him."

"Sakura-kun...are you going to be in the newspaper?" Hanamaru Hanabi sauntered beside Uesugi Sakura, her round-toed leather shoes shining with a glossy black sheen.

"Only if we win the championship, maybe."

Uesugi Sakura felt indifferent about it, what did he need fame for? Running for Prime Minister?

"Besides, which paper are they from? Reporting on me probably won’t have much impact, no fame."

Entering the pedestrian street, a sign at the entrance warned against vehicle entry.

"But! Hanabi really thinks Sakura-kun looks amazing when shooting!"

Hanamaru Hanabi’s off-shoulder white dress accentuated her slender and graceful figure.

"When Sakura-kun holds the bamboo bow, there seems to be a strange aura around him, very captivating, ugh—Hanabi doesn’t know how to describe it, but it’s really nice."

She didn’t know how to describe the feeling of her heart skipping when he hit the target.

Every few shops along this pedestrian street, there were signs and hanging banners that read "Dumplings".

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