Chapter 2 My dream is to open a coffee shop in Hokkaido

Housing: A single apartment, 110000 yen per month.

Food: instant noodles, fast food bento, etc., 20330 yen this month.

Transportation: Take the subway and other public transportation, 1500 yen this month.

Life necessities: daily necessities and other necessary expenses, 3031 yen this month.

Other expenses: cigarettes, water, electricity, gas, etc., 30321 yen this month.

Total expenses this month: 165182 yen.

Zi.
The paper tore and the gel pen stopped moving.

I can't make it any longer.

In front of a table piled high with overlapping bowls of instant noodles, Fujii Itsuki faced the suffocating note in front of him and put down his heavy pen.

He subconsciously reached into his trouser pocket and took out a 400 yen cigarette. He pushed open the cigarette cap with his thumb, but saw nothing inside.

It's always the case.

This is the third time this has happened today.

Throwing the cigarette box into the garbage pile in the corner of the room that no one had cleaned up, Fujii Itsuki hugged his head, lay weakly on the floor, and stared blankly at the ceiling above his head.

I voluntarily quit my respectable teaching job in Tokyo and have been wasting three months living a life of drunkenness and debauchery in my rented apartment.

But for me, this is actually the most comfortable time in the past three years.

Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta.

Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta.

Fujii Itsuki dreams of the sound of chalk writing characters on a blackboard.

I spend a lot of time every day preparing courses, designing teaching plans and teaching materials. I have to call more than 40 parents one by one for one notification, and I also have to spend energy dealing with relationships with colleagues and administrators.

He was already busy with all sorts of things, and that guy, who had just taken office and was showing off his status as the Dean of Academic Affairs, also required all teachers to prepare lesson plans by hand.

In the second week after taking office, Academic Affairs Officer Takashima suddenly came up with this disgusting thing called "liaison account", saying that only in this way could the craftsmanship of the teachers in their school and the unique intentions of the school be reflected.

Fujii Itsuki just wants to say, screw your craftsmanship.

The day after that lousy Dean of Academic Affairs asked for the "liaison account" job, Fujii Itsuki took the initiative to resign. Immediately after leaving, he posted a notice on the school bulletin board, listing all the bad things this guy had done in the first week in office, attached evidence documents, and sent it to all school groups for all teachers and students to see.

Fujii Itsuki still remembers the day he forwarded the announcement, the whole school was in an uproar.

As soon as Academic Affairs Director Takashima arrived at school after having lunch outside at noon, he was blocked by countless students at the door, demanding that he come out and give an explanation immediately. When he understood what had happened and saw the announcement posted by Fujii Itsuki in the group, he suddenly suffered a heart attack at the age of over 60. He was so angry that he was hospitalized and almost died.

Afterwards, his crime was exposed, he was disgraced, and there was nothing he could do about it. The school's top brass even asked him to publicly apologize to them and invite him back to teach again.

Fujii Shu was too lazy to pay attention.

He now lies in this rental house every day, doing nothing, either sleeping or smoking. When he is hungry, he eats some Nissin Cup Noodles bought from 711-. He doesn't know how much more carefree he is than before.

Ugh.
Actually, the resignation was not entirely due to Academic Affairs Minister Takashima.

After three years in Tokyo, my money was earned by the landlord, my reputation was taken by the school, and my life was completely immersed in the machine called society. Even if I want to buy a game console to relax, I have to consider whether I have enough time to rest.

Sometimes Fujii Itsuki feels like a gear, repeating the same routine every day, silently bearing the pressure from both sides and then trying hard to spin himself.

In the end, after more than ten years of hard work, the social status I have gained is still not as good as the "Dad" that some people call when they just learn to speak.

He has been thinking about one question for the past three months.

Why am I trying so hard to survive when I am alone in this big city of Tokyo with no relatives or friends and no one to rely on?
I have been a teacher for three years and have done a lot of extra work for this position, but it is still difficult to gain extra recognition.

The teachers at school are attentive, and it has nothing to do with Fujii Itsuki.

Isn't this what a teacher should do?

Isn't that what other teachers in the school do?

The superiors and parents all think so.

Therefore, the pressure on teachers caused by handwritten lesson plans has doubled, and they don’t even notice that there are parents who agree with and approve of such an outrageous thing as a contact sheet, completely disregarding their job experience as teachers.

After working for three years, Fujii Itsuki finally understood.

The teacher’s dream was false and has been shattered.

The profession of a teacher requires not only to be a good teacher, but also to deal with all kinds of human relationships, and all kinds of flattery.

For the students' parents, they are not only their children's teachers, but also the target of all kinds of miscellaneous things. He has completely figured it out. He doesn't need to waste his energy. As long as he doesn't pursue too much, doesn't insist on living in Tokyo, and doesn't insist on his so-called dream, he may not have as much money, but his life will be much happier than it is now.

Just like the decisive resignation three months ago, even though it is impossible for me to be a teacher anymore, I live a freer and more relaxed life than before and no longer have to swallow my anger.

Now Fujii Itsuki just wants to leave Tokyo and return to Hokkaido to grow potatoes and vegetables to accumulate funds, and finally open a coffee shop of his own and spend the rest of his life quietly.

When I woke up, it was already evening.

The setting sun was brilliant, and the dark clouds were burning red.

Get up, spend two hours sorting out the trash, and another half an hour packing clothes.

Fujii Itsuki placed the key to the rental house under the flowerpot at the door, looked up at the bustling Tokyo in the distance, carried a suitcase, and left alone in the sunset.

His hometown, or rather the place where he was picked up, is located in Otaru City, Hokkaido, which requires changing trains in Sapporo.

Now, it is the beginning of winter.

The snow is flying.

Leaving Tokyo, we got off the ferry to the port, and then from the port to the tram station. After a day of travel, it was already late at night.

Fujii Itsuki's head, which was wrapped tightly with a scarf, was covered with snowflakes.

Although Sapporo is the largest city in Hokkaido, it is far inferior to Tokyo.

The rusty platform steel shed and the old-fashioned vending machines with gray to white glass are enough to show the difference.

Perhaps because of the heavy snow and wind today, he couldn't see anyone else on the platform except himself.

Except that place.

There was so much snow on the platform that it obscured his vision. Fujii Itsuki picked up a cigarette and squinted his eyes, only to realize that there was another person standing on the right edge.

Looks like a young girl.

Very young, probably only high school age.

She was wearing a red shawl coat, which was very eye-catching.

When the wind and snow passed and Fujii Itsuki could finally see the girl's profile, he was so shocked that he stood there in shock.

Under a white beret, the girl's long black hair, which is darker and more beautiful than ink, is draped over her shoulders.

Her eyelashes are neat and dense, her nose is straight and full, her lips are pink and crystal clear. Her skin is white, and her oval face is smooth without any roughness. The white air she exhales in the snow seems to be telling the above elements about her pure and unique beauty.

The snowflakes seemed to be embellishing her charming and beautiful face.

The girl's purple eyes were gazing at the sky, and her hands were scooping up snow. The snow was falling all around her. She was so beautiful, just like a portrait of a girl in a novel.

This enchanting red color was truly unique in this lonely and desolate snowy day. Fujii Itsuki subconsciously glanced at her once more.

Her facial features are generally more Asian, but more three-dimensional; her eyes are big, a beautiful purple, and she looks a bit foreign, like an exquisite doll; her height is unusually tall, estimated to be over 1.7 meters, and her legs together look very slender under the gray skirt.

Like a swan.

He had been in the international metropolis of Tokyo for three years, and had never seen a girl with such temperament, nor had he ever seen such beautiful purple eyes.

Based on his experience, Fujii Itsuki could conclude that she was definitely the most popular person in the school.

But just based on the temperament she displayed, Fujii Itsuki knew that he and she were not of the same class or from the same world.

She was most likely born in a wealthy family, had a good education and family background, and did not need to struggle to climb up from the bottom like herself.

Looks, education, status, wealth. She was born with it.

It's really enviable.

Out of politeness, Fujii Itsuki immediately withdrew his gaze and continued to wait for the last train.

A streak of white light penetrated the misty snowflakes and came from afar.

It also brings the slight resonance of the rumbling sound of the platform.

The tram is coming.

Fujii Itsuki subconsciously pulled the suitcase, tilted his head, and looked into the distance in the direction of the light.

Just then, he noticed that the beautiful girl had moved a few steps toward the edge of the platform.
The tram was getting closer and closer, and she was getting closer and closer to the edge of the platform.

Is this suicide?

(End of this chapter)