Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 77: The Crisis That Should Not Emerge Is Becoming Reality

Chapter 77: Chapter 77: The Crisis That Should Not Emerge Is Becoming Reality

"What should I do?"

Uesugi Sakura was in a state of panic, looking around frantically, even noticing the sailor uniform scattered messily under the bed and...

At that moment, he felt inexplicably wronged.

Clearly, he hadn’t done anything, so why was he facing a situation where his uncle might break his legs?

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

The rough knocking on the door grew more urgent, mixed with the voice of Uesugi Nobuko trying to dissuade him.

"Are you pretending to be dead, you punk?! I knew you were up to no good!! Just you wait!!!!"

"Wait!"

Fuming with anger, Hanamaru Hiroki refused to listen to any persuasion, gripping the "SIG P230" with one hand and aiming directly at the doorknob, pulling the trigger almost instantly.

Bang!

A loud noise rang out.

Hanamaru Hanabi, who was tightly curled up under the covers, suddenly opened her bright purple eyes.

What she saw was her familiar room.

Quiet, cozy, no different from usual.

The heart right below her throat was pounding violently.

Her mind was a mess, yet those scenes and the feeling of being touched felt unusually real.

After all, at that time, she knew she was just watching.

"Sakura... Sakura-kun..."

Hanamaru Hanabi grasped the blanket bashfully, exhaling hot breaths, burying her head deeply into the warm bedcovers, her shy voice almost transforming into a soft whimper like a small animal.

Knock knock... knock knock...

A steady knocking sound came from outside the door.

Hanamaru Meiko: "Time to get up, Hanabi, don’t oversleep again."

No response, Mrs. Hanamaru knocked again, calling softly:

"Hanabi, Hanabi, time for breakfast."

"..."

"Little Hanabi, Hanabi-chan?"

Still, no response. She pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing Hanamaru Hanabi hiding tightly under the blankets, not even poking out half of her head, Mrs. Hanamaru went over and sat on her bed:

"Hanabi-chan?"

The blanket enveloping her daughter moved slightly, and Mrs. Hanamaru suddenly smiled: "Did you play too late last night? Did a lot happen that you can’t tell me about?"

"No, nothing!" Hanamaru Hanabi frantically squeezed her head out from the tightly wrapped blanket, hurriedly explaining in a murmuring, weak voice.

Underneath her slightly messy short hair were evasive eyes and a feverish face.

"You’re still saying nothing," Mrs. Hanamaru chuckled softly, pinching her face, "Every time you do something embarrassing, you have this expression, your face is so hot."

Hanamaru Meiko looked at her wrinkled pajamas and her daughter’s soft body with great curiosity.

"Can you tell mom about your progress with Sakura-kun?"

The early morning light had just graced the bedroom.

Unfortunately, it was blocked by the tightly drawn curtains, only leaving specks of glimmer above.

"Holding hands..." Hanamaru Hanabi whispered.

"Besides holding hands?"

"No... nothing else..."

"Really nothing?" Mrs. Hanamaru squinted her eyes, her smile widening even more.

Suddenly recalling the strange and real dream, Hanamaru Hanabi thought of herself and quickly wrapped herself tightly with the blanket, not letting any light sneak in.

"No, nothing!"

Her voice grew louder, yet remained faint.

"Hmm~~"

Mrs. Hanamaru understood, nodding with satisfaction. She felt that if things continued like this, she would soon be able to hold a little grandchild.

She gently stroked Hanabi’s head, her smile unchanged:

"Get up quickly, have breakfast first. There are peppers you like, and don’t forget you have to make Sakura-kun’s lunch this morning."

"Hmm..."

Hanamaru Hanabi nodded in agreement, her shy face adorned with dreamy hints.

After her mother went downstairs, she sat up from the bed, walked softly on her bare feet, and gently approached her wardrobe.

Girls naturally have many different kinds of clothes, most of Hanabi’s were bought for her by Hanamaru Hiroki.

Having sought Mrs. Hanamaru’s opinion, every piece here was expensive and compatible with her personality.

However, during school, she could only wear the spring sailor uniform.

In front of the mirror, she slowly took off her pajamas, her delicate frame revealed simply like that.

But Hanamaru Hanabi dared not look at herself in the mirror for long, quickly putting on the pleated skirt and zipping up the side waistline of the sailor uniform.

Finally, she pulled on the knee-high socks required by the school.

Watching the black knee-high socks slide along her smooth ankle, adhering to her skin, outlining that curve at the end.

Hanamaru Hanabi’s mind was wandering with thoughts, suddenly becoming flustered.

Inside the Hanamaru family’s living room.

Hanamaru Hiroki put down the phone he just finished talking on and saw Hanamaru Hanabi coming down the stairs.

Having been busy with work all night and not getting any peace even in the morning, only by seeing his daughter’s adorable looks did the irritation ease somewhat.

He smiled and called out, "Hanabi, have breakfast first."

"Hmm..."

Hanamaru Hanabi responded absent-mindedly, her face red, instinctively avoiding her father’s gaze as if she had done something wrong.

She was still immersed in the embarrassing dreamworld.

Even small details could be noticed by Hanamaru Hiroki, let alone the abnormal behavior of Hanabi.

What happened?

In an instant, he imagined dozens of scenarios in his mind and quickly locked on to the most probable one.

Uesugi Sakura.

The smile on his face stiffened for a moment, but he didn’t show it in front of his daughter, patiently waiting for her to sit before him.

"Hanabi."

"Dad..." Hanamaru Hanabi sat obediently on the chair, looked up at her father, and in an instant, recalled the image of him holding a gun, looking very angry, her heart sinking.

Of course, Hanamaru Hiroki noticed this detail, sipping his morning tea, he asked casually, "Did you go over to Sakura-kun’s house again yesterday?"

"Hmm."

Hanamaru Hanabi’s face remained red, but she didn’t think much about it. Especially since her father would always ask this way the morning after he didn’t come home at night.

All she had to do was answer truthfully.

Hanamaru Hiroki took a sip of tea, glancing at Hanamaru Meiko walking over with a tray: "What time did you get home?"

"Ten... eleven o’clock..." Hanabi felt a bit scared, as her father had previously said not to stay out too late.

Unexpectedly, Hanamaru Hiroki didn’t show any signs of displeasure, only replied that he was aware.

"Dad... aren’t you mad?" Hanamaru Hanabi asked quietly.

"Why would dad be mad?" Hanamaru Hiroki took the tray and the bowl and chopsticks from Hanamaru Meiko, who casually replied.

Hanamaru Meiko didn’t interrupt their conversation, only signaling to Hanabi secretly while handing over the tray, telling her not to reveal too much.

However, she completely missed the hint her mother gave her.

Furthermore, Hanamaru Hiroki keenly noticed the slight pause in Hanamaru Meiko’s movement in front of him, a sharp glint flashing in his deep eyes.

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