Chapter 85 Contradictions
When Fujii Itsuki woke up, he was on the sofa in the living room. He crossed his hands, propped his arms up, and stretched his slightly tired body.

He looked out the window and saw that the rain had eased a lot.

There were patches of transparent water in the green grass outside the yard.

It looks like we won’t have two days off in a row, and we can go back to school as usual tomorrow.

Fujii Itsuki picked up his cell phone and checked the time.

It was exactly seven o'clock.

In the afternoon, he was busy preparing for the Chinese language classes for the next two days, and he took the opportunity to check on Jiuhua. She was sleeping soundly, with a fever-reducing patch on her head, and it seemed that her cold had not worsened.

It was the right choice to let her go to bed quickly after eating the lean meat porridge.

But Fujii Itsuki didn't expect that she didn't dislike her bed at all.

Logically, shouldn't she hate herself so much?
After all, it is the stinky uncle's room and the stinky uncle's bed.

Not to mention that she has criticized her own messy schedule and lifestyle habits many times.

Fujii Itsuki lit another cigarette and looked out the window while smoking.

Quite strange.

I couldn't tell Jiuhua that I wanted to move away from here, nor that I wanted to persuade her to return to Tokyo on behalf of her parents.

Is it because he can't find the opportunity, or is it that he just doesn't want her to leave?

This girl always frowns and criticizes herself at night, "Uncle doesn't fold the clothes properly again!" It's actually quite annoying.

This is how you stop smoking.

Oh, and the same goes for the fact that she always wants to cook for herself at night.

She always makes weird things. The scrambled eggs with strawberries is really terrible.

She always likes to make stewed potatoes and meat for herself. Really, who would enjoy eating the food they cook so much?
What girl would do this? Don't you think it's fake?

Except Chitose, of course.

Yeah. It's quite annoying.
This feeling
So it’s not that I’m reluctant to let her leave.

Fujii Itsuki put out his cigarette and felt that the time was about up, so he stood up, walked to the door of the room, and prepared to check on Jiuhua's condition.

Jiuhuayue was probably still resting and sleeping at this time, so he did not choose to knock on the door, but gently pushed it open.

结果
Unexpectedly, I ran into Jiu Huayue taking off her shirt on the bed.

——A very beautiful back, with fair, delicate skin and a clear and distinct spine.

As she undressed, her black hair flowed down her back. The girl's bra was blue, and she was well developed, probably C cup, a little smaller than Chitose.

Fujii Itsuki saw her, and she turned around and saw Fujii Itsuki.

The two looked at each other.

This scene is actually quite embarrassing.

Fujii Juman hated this awkward atmosphere.

"Yo."

Fujii Itsuki put his index and middle fingers together and gestured at his forehead as a polite greeting to her.

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Jiu Huayue looked at him, without shyness or blushing, but just reached out and grabbed the side of the bed.

"Jiuhua, good evening--"

The next second, a pillow hit his face.

It hurts.

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".snort!"

Jiu Huayue sat on the bed with her legs crossed, her purple eyes fixed on Fujii Itsuki who was kneeling on the carpet below. The girl's upper body was still pressing down on the pillow that had just hit her, and she looked very angry.

"Do you know you were wrong?"

"Sorry, it's my fault. I didn't knock when I entered the house."

At this moment, Fujii Itsuki felt that he was almost about to get up from his seat in front of her.

After all, I am an adult, how can I be so embarrassed in front of a little girl?
Even though I apologized, she still wasn't angry.

Should I ask this girl to put her feet on my head, push hard, and then let her say arrogantly "Uncle Trash, you are such a rubbish" before she will calm down?
Tsk.

That's really awful, Jiuhua.

I didn't expect you to be such a person.

Speaking of which, it seems that this kind of subject matter was popular at last year's Comic Market (C exhibition, a large-scale two-dimensional fan exhibition, commonly known as the book exhibition), and teachers who drew this kind of comics achieved good sales.

Of course, I have never seen such a thing.

He only learned this information from the Internet after he confiscated the comics from a boy who was reading them in his Chinese class.

He was still in Tokyo at that time.

For this reason, he even called the student's parents for a talk, but it turned out that the parent, who was in his forties, had no intention of criticizing his own child at all.

They say things like "What? Is this kind of thing worth coming to school for?", "Teacher Fujii, don't you think you're making a big deal out of nothing?", "Teacher Fujii, please take a look at it yourself and try to be more understanding of the child."

There are also female classmates who dare to watch teacher-student topics in front of me.

Fujii Itsuki couldn't help but wonder if he was too old-fashioned, or if the times were advancing too fast, or if Tokyo people were just so flashy.

I'm so angry.

I won't watch anything else, this is pure slander.

"Uncle, you're still not convinced?"

Jiuhuayue pouted and grabbed another pillow.

"No, no"

Never mind. I’m in the wrong anyway.

Just give her a break.

Fujii Itsuki is a man who dares to take responsibility for his actions. If he makes a mistake, it is a mistake, and he should apologize when he should.

Even to a little girl who was ten years younger than him, he would bend down and ask for advice humbly.

"Uncle, why are you so insincere in your apology?"

"Sorry, my bad."

Jiu Huayue was obviously still a little angry. She hugged her legs with half of her face buried between them, and she spoke as if she was holding back anger.

"Uncle, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"How could that be, Jiuhua, you have to believe me."

"Why don't you knock on the door?"

"I thought you were sleeping."

"Then why didn't you just close the door and leave when you saw me?"

"Jiuhua, think about it. If I just close the door and retreat, and you stay alone in the room, won't you think more? Will you feel more embarrassed? I'm doing this to ease the embarrassment and for your mental health."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Jiuhuayue was so angry. This guy is not serious at all!
The girl suddenly squeezed her face between her thighs, only her pair of purple eyes looked up at him sideways.

"Hate."

"what?"

"annoying!"

Fujii Itsuki explained seriously: "I will pretend I didn't see it."

"You——!" Jiu Huayue was furious. "Why do you always say weird things? How can you be so talkative?"

“I’m a Chinese teacher.”

"You don't look like a Chinese teacher at all now!"

"It's not you, Jiuhua, who said that you don't like me usually acting like a teacher?"

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Jiuhuayue was speechless.

"Young teachers nowadays are not as old-fashioned as you think, Jiuhua. Many of them grew up playing video games and watching anime. Their private lives are really no different from those of ordinary young people."

"Well, you're fine."

Fujii Itsuki brushed his knees, stood up, and said seriously, "But since Jiuhua wants me to be serious, then I will--"

"do not want!"

"Ok?"

Jiuhuayue turned her cheek away, her face red and very cute, "I don't want that. You still act like you're controlling me at home. It's fine like this, although... it's a little annoying." Fujii Itsuki's expression remained unchanged.

My heart blossomed with joy.

There is a saying next door: Ginger is still spicy with age.

Xiao Jiuhua is still Xiao Jiuhua after all, she is a little too young.

I also seemed to have discovered some fun in life, which was teasing little girls.

Interesting indeed.

The joke was over, but Fujii Itsuki didn't forget his business. He got up and sat on the bedside, observing Jiuhua for a while, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, I just don't have much strength."

"I can tell that the sound is much quieter than usual."

As Fujii Itsuki said this, he walked out of the bedroom again, got a cup of warm water, prepared some cold medicine for her, and handed it to her.

“.”Jiuhuayue did not take it.

"Don't want to take medicine?" Fujii Itsuki held the cup of water and then withdrew his hand.

"No, I just think it would be nice to have someone willing to take care of me."

Jiuhuayue still hugged her legs and glanced at Fujii Itsuki in front of her.

"Jiuhua, what are you thinking about?"

"That's right. Uncle, you've been accompanying me since yesterday, watching movies with me, taking care of me when I was sick, and cooking for me. You were worried about me this afternoon, so you opened the door and came to see me, right?"

"Just to see how your fever is going."

"You know, my father has never been so nice to me."

Fujii Itsuki's expression softened. "Maybe he just doesn't know how to express himself."

Jiu Huayue lowered her head even lower. "Uncle, you won't understand what I mean to him. The only important thing is that I am his daughter."

There was a hint of loss in Xiao Jiuhua's tone.

It seems there is some hidden story.

Seeing this, Fujii Itsuki put down the medicine first, "Actually, I was thinking about asking last night, Jiuhua, you are from the Takarazuka Music School, right?"

Jiuhuayue looked surprised.

"I knew some clues beforehand, and your mother told me directly. She called me this morning."

".What did you say?"

"Let me persuade you to go back to Tokyo."

".I knew it." Jiuhuayue looked dissatisfied.

"Jiuhua, I know your mother controls you too much, but she should have considered some things for you."

Jiu Huayue realized something was wrong, "Uncle, what do you mean by this? Are you speaking for my mother?"

"I don't think she's completely right, but at least the Takarazuka Revue is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you."

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"Please don't tell me the name of this thing." Jiu Huayue's face darkened.

"Nine flowers."

"I've already told you, don't tell me."

At this time, Fujii Itsuki realized that he had touched her minefield.

She hated the opera company.

"What's the reason?"

"There's no reason. I just don't want to say it."

Even if she didn't say it, Fujii Itsuki could guess roughly.

Takarazuka is famous for its perverted training that squeezes out the potential of its trainees.

Perhaps because of these reasons, Jiuhua felt considerable pressure and resistance to this thing.

"But isn't this all in the past? Now Jiuhua, you're an official member of the group. You've finally made it."

Jiu Huayue looked strong and looked at him directly: "Will you forget your childhood experiences when you grow up just because you were bullied as a child?"

“I choose not to think about it.”

Jiu Huayue pursed her lips and looked away, "But that's you, not me."

"Jiuhua is very reluctant to go back?"

"I've already said it! Don't talk about this or that. I'll have a lot of fun talking to you no matter what I say."

"But you'll have to face it sooner or later, won't you? Don't keep avoiding it. It's shameful to avoid it."

"It's shameful to run away, but it works! Now I just want to out of sight, out of mind!"

"What about the future? What are you going to do, Jiuhua? Are you going to keep arguing with your parents?"

"I--"

Xiao Jiuhua is in adolescence, which is actually also the rebellious age.

Jiuhua is indeed a good child, but her vision is too narrow. She only focuses on the present and does not quite realize the importance of the word "future".

This is Fujii Itsuki's social experience as a member of society, and it is the only point that he agrees with Mrs. Kuka's idea.

"Jiuhua, I'm going to say something next. Can you please listen to me? Or, can you listen to my opinion?"

"Well, uncle, go ahead and tell me."

"Don't be angry first. In fact, I agree with your mother on this point."

"." Jiuhuayue lowered her head and subconsciously clenched her fists, but did not speak.

Seeing that she was still listening, Fujii Itsuki continued:
"I've been with you for a few months, and I've also observed you at school for a few months. In fact, I found that you, Jiuhua, are a person who is easily lonely, but actually doesn't like being alone. You don't deny this, right?"

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"If what your mother said is true, you are indeed very capable and talented. Although I only know a little bit about Takarazuka, I also know what it means to be the top male role in the Takarazuka Moon Group.

"You are only sixteen years old. At just sixteen, you can perform as the TOP of a national opera troupe. Doesn't this prove your talent?
“In fact, if I were your mother and saw your current achievements, I would also like to believe that you could reach the top of this path, and I would also feel it’s a pity.

"so--"

Jiu Huayue interrupted him, but kept her face down, "Uncle, what do you want to say to me?"

"What I want to say is, since you don't like being alone, Jiuhua, then you can return to Tokyo and continue on this path. You will be successful and will attract everyone's attention. Your fans will always bring you emotional value."

"Uncle, you also want to persuade me to go back to Tokyo, right?"

“Just a suggestion.”

".I misjudged you."

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"Why do you think I came to Otaru and cried and told you so many things?"

"This is just my suggestion, Jiuhua. It's up to you to choose or not."

Jiuhuayue was obviously enduring something, but she remained silent and did not explode. Instead, she said to Fujii Itsuki with a sad face and a calm smile:
"But I don't need this advice at all, right? This is not what I need. Uncle, what you said doesn't mean that you and my mother have the same idea? Isn't it because I hate this that I came to Otaru?"

"But your mother is not wrong on this point."

"But I don't like that! Sorry, I have to go back upstairs to bed."

Fujii Itsuki wanted to say something, but Jiuhuayue acted decisively.

She walked out barefoot, regardless of whether she was wearing shoes or not.

She did not stay in the lobby or the living room for a moment. She walked up the marble steps barefoot and went up to the second floor alone.

Fujii Itsuki followed her out and wanted to call her to stop and ask her to take the medicine, but when he looked up, he saw Xiao Jiuhua wiping her tears while going upstairs.

She was very sad.

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Fujii Itsuki looked at the cold medicine in his hand and his own reflection in the water glass, feeling helpless.

It seems like I really experienced what it feels like to be a father for a day.

There is care, gratitude, and conflict.

Fujii Itsuki just wanted Jiuhua to take more time to think about it and make her own choice calmly.

After all, the achievements that can be achieved by the Takarazuka Revue are not something that can be achieved simply by learning something and working hard.

Let's talk to her properly tomorrow.

This kid isn't the type to not listen.

(End of this chapter)