Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 305 - 238 Tokyo University

Chapter 305: Chapter 238 Tokyo University

’When spring arrives, who could possibly be indifferent to cherry blossoms? Surely no one.’

Walking through the Tokyo University Literature Department’s library filled with the scent of intellectual books, a graceful young man recalled this essay by Sei Shonagon.

Arriving at Literature Zone 1, he slid out a copy of "The Pillow Book" with his forefinger from among the acclaimed works of domestic literature.

The Tokyo University Komaba Campus library, with its Western-style architecture and ancient trees, lent the place a tranquil coolness.

The graceful young man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and stood in place, browsing.

Within the library, there were occasional footsteps, the sound of flipping pages, whispers, and rustling leaves, but it was precisely these subtle sounds that made reading more peaceful and serene.

He had just reached the part about "The Maiden of Kenyo Hall" when he heard footsteps approaching.

"Senior Uesugi."

"Hmm, what’s the matter, speak." Without lifting his head, Uesugi Sakura continued reading his book and responded calmly.

"It’s like this, I forgot to mention this morning that we have a joint social exchange with the Keio University Kyudo Club, and we hope Senior Uesugi can attend."

The junior seemed a bit nervous in front of him, becoming even more flustered as he saw him unhurriedly reading.

’Things easily lax.’

’Easily lax are the practices on the day of advancement, preparations distant from the present time, and prayers long stayed in the temple.’

Uesugi Sakura reached this section.

Have I been lax recently? Perhaps.

"A social exchange is a place to exchange skills and dine, taking up a whole day. Unfortunately, in these three days, I have to submit this week’s publication to my mentor."

The junior always felt an invisible pressure from Uesugi, forcing him to take a few seconds before responding:

"Un, understood, senior, I’ll refuse on your behalf."

Uesugi Sakura lifted his eyes from the book, glanced through his glasses at the young junior slightly bowing to him, and whispered softly:

"Hmm, thank you."

First-year students at Tokyo University generally have high self-esteem; the likes of Seisa Takeshun are rare.

After the junior left, Uesugi Sakura continued reading, and when tired of standing, he moved to a window-side seat drenched in greenery to sit peacefully.

Time drifted leisurely by, the mottled sunlight swayed by the wind, much like a leisurely weekend.

Suddenly, a phone rang.

Uesugi Sakura fished out his phone from his pants, looked at the caller ID, then answered.

"Uncle."

Hanamaru Hiroki: "Hmm, how’s university life?"

"Compared to high school, it’s more relaxed. The Komaba Campus mainly has freshmen and sophomores, with all the clubs here, so there’s more energy compared to the main campus."

Hanamaru Hiroki: "Tokyo University remains the same; I guess the library hasn’t been renovated for ages, falling into disrepair."

Uesugi Sakura recalled that his father-in-law was also an alumnus of Tokyo University.

"Do you know Professor Okuno?"

"Did he ask you to make coffee?"

It seems his father-in-law knew the old man who frequently asked him to make coffee.

"He’s a good guy; make sure to get along with him."

He himself didn’t see what was so good about him, heard he was some kind of corporate consultant, sometimes hosting seven or eight people a day.

Uesugi Sakura closed his book, got up from the window seat, and walked towards Literature Zone 1.

Hanamaru Hiroki: "Speaking of serious matters, your father has invited you to Meiji Shrine tomorrow for a visit."

What could this be about?

Uesugi Sakura wasn’t sure.

He exited the library, bypassed the student cafeteria, and the main road was lined with rows of ginkgo trees.

In November, strolling couples under a sea of gold were quite a beautiful sight.

He enrolled in April, and a month had already passed.

Effort could not be deemed great; it was just a matter of trying one’s best.

"Uesugi!"

Hearing the voice, Uesugi Sakura turned around.

In May, the ginkgo trees were as emerald green as jade, sunlight filtering through the leaves creating dazzling beams, and the rustling sound accompanied by the wind was endless.

"Senior Seisuke."

Seisuke Yooya walked beside him, "How’s it going? Adjusting well after a month since enrolling?"

"Apart from still being a member of the Kyudo Club, I feel there have been quite a few changes."

"Haha, after all, you are the national champion, the Tokyo University Kyudo Club couldn’t justify not recruiting you."

After entering Tokyo University, Uesugi Sakura realized it wasn’t an academic utopia.

Freshmen and sophomores still slept when they should, and he even saw a senior brazenly playing Monster Hunter on a laptop during class right under the professor’s nose.

Can they be considered mediocre? They were admitted to Tokyo University, after all.

"Senior Seisuke, do you feel that the atmosphere on Komaba Campus is more club-oriented?"

"Oh, are you referring to our Kyudo Club? Activities do happen more often, and some students stay in the club all the time."

At the other end of the ginkgo-lined avenue, a group of middle schoolers led by their teacher approached.

Uesugi Sakura knew they were here to tour Tokyo University; the Komaba Campus was slightly smaller than the Hongo Campus, but many school children still came to visit.

He could sense the confident and proud demeanor amongst the students, as well as their curious gazes.

"Why is the Kyudo Club located here in Komaba?"

"There isn’t a good dojo." As the crowd approached, Seisuke Yooya noticed a girl amongst the middle schoolers waving at them.

Quite polite.

"Hongo to Komaba does have some distance." Uesugi Sakura said.

Seisuke Yooya understood he was talking about the inconvenience of traveling back and forth, but there was nothing that could be done, "First-year courses aren’t that demanding; it’s still quite leisurely."

"Among Chinese, French, German, Russian, and Spanish, you need to choose one as a second language course." Uesugi Sakura meant he hoped he didn’t have to come over often.