Create MYGO second creation, but make them cry

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Since it was Fujita who said this, it shouldn't be an excuse.

Did they suddenly disappear from the alley this time?

An accident is an accident because it will not happen again.

But now, twice already, Xiangzi and that boy have escaped from the impossible trap.

Toyokawa Sadaharu couldn't help but stand up, and naturally began to doubt the boy's identity.

Because of these two incidents, the boy in Toyokawa Sadaharu's mind was tinged with a sense of the unknown and the mysterious.

He said softly, "Who exactly are you? Do you have good intentions towards my Toyokawa family... or towards Shoko, or... malice?"

"You just escaped by chance... or..."

Two escapes finally made Toyokawa Sadaharu start to re-examine the poor country boy he had previously looked down on.

He couldn't help but whisper, "Xiangzi, do you know what you're doing? Do you really think the darkness of the Toyokawa family ends here?"

Things shouldn't happen more than three times; if it happens again...

Toyokawa Sadaharu's agitation increased further.

He probably couldn't swallow his breath, and he couldn't help but cough softly.

Just then, someone gently knocked on the door and said in a voice that didn't reveal their emotions, "Come in."

Then, the head maid appeared in the doorway.

"What is it?" he asked in a cold voice.

"Sir, that girl... is still standing at the door."

Toyokawa Sadaharu frowned and turned to look out the window. Black rain was falling in a drizzle, but where a boy had once stood, a blonde girl now stood there, ignoring the rain, as if waiting for someone.

"You bastard!" Toyokawa Sadaharu finally couldn't hold back his emotions and shouted.

The head maid bowed her head and remained silent.

Toyokawa Sadaharu stood up and strode out the door with a swift and decisive step, but then suddenly stopped.

Then the old man took a deep breath and said, "Get the car ready, I need to go back to the company."

"Yes." The head maid, who had taken over some of the duties of the butler Fujita, bowed her head gently in his absence.

"And..." After a slight hesitation, the old man gave the other party some instructions.

***

Despite the cold rain, the Triangle Flower still hasn't left.

She didn't have the courage to enter the mansion called Toyokawa; just getting close made her feel an overwhelming sense of inferiority.

Despite all this, she still chose to stand here, waiting for the man who should have been her father.

Under the rain, she looked particularly thin and frail, yet she stubbornly stood there.

As fate would have it, a black Toyota Century soon drove out.

Chu Hua quickly went to the car window. Fortunately, the car slowly came to a stop. In the back seat, the window slowly rolled down, revealing the old man's indifferent face.

“Father…Mr. Toyokawa!” Chu Hua subconsciously changed her address.

Toyokawa Sadaharu looked at his own daughter and said coldly, "What stupid thing are you doing here?!"

"Please, Mr. Toyokawa, please... please don't hurt Hanami-kun."

It turned out that Chu Hua had been worried ever since that day that if the two of them were caught by the old man in front of her, what would happen to the boy?

Therefore, she stood there like the boy, but unlike Banami, she was simply begging, hoping to soften the heart of the man before her.

Upon hearing the blonde girl's words, Toyokawa Sadaharu's eyes sharpened.

But he had been the head of the Toyokawa family for decades. He handed the video to Chu Hua and said coldly, "It's ridiculous. You're so concerned for him, but does he care about you even a little? He's having a good time with Xiangzi now, while you're suffering here. Does he even see that?"

When Toyokawa saw the video of the two buying condoms, he seemed to freeze on the spot, which gave Toyokawa Sadaharu a slight sense of pleasure.

But soon, Hatsuka began to cry softly, saying, "That's wonderful, really wonderful, Saki-chan and Hanami-kun... are so happy..."

This immediately darkened Toyokawa Sadaharu's face.

"Please, Mr. Toyokawa, please...please don't hurt him. I'll do anything."

"This is utterly absurd!" Toyokawa Sadaharu exclaimed, his hands trembling with anger, as he directed the driver to continue driving.

"Mr. Toyokawa...Mr. Toyokawa..."

This time, the Toyota Century did not stop for Chu Hua.

Like a tragic heroine, she could only helplessly collapse to the ground.

She sobbed softly.

The girl felt a mix of emotions: her father's indifference, the happiness of the other two, the sadness of heartbreak, and her own sense of inferiority.

The next moment, someone held an umbrella over her head.

The girl gently raised her head and saw a kind old woman dressed as a maid.

Chu Hua showed a slightly surprised expression.

The head maid said in a gentle voice, "You are Miss Xiangzi's friend. I've seen you before."

"You... hello." Since she couldn't tell anyone about her relationship with Toyokawa Sadaharu, Hatsuka seemed a little lost when facing people related to the Toyokawa family.

"Miss Triangle, you should go home first today. I'll arrange a car for you, and this umbrella is for you."

Even if you want the master to change his mind, you shouldn't stay here any longer today.

Your lack of care for your health only makes people angrier.

The head maid comforted her and then helped the blonde girl up.

"Thank you so much, I understand." Chu Hua wasn't incapable of understanding human language or unaware of the consequences; she was simply worried about the boy's safety and acted rashly out of concern.

A short while later, the head maid arranged a car for Chu Hua to take her home.

The old woman squinted slightly, looking at her golden hair, which still shone brightly despite the gloom, from behind.

Actually, I've seen similar blonde old women before.

Even the young girl didn't know that the old woman had actually held her in her arms when she was born.

The head maid turned to look at the desolate Toyokawa residence and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Boasting is fun for a while, and boasting all the time is even more fun.

"Madam, wake up, we've arrived at our station."

Yutenji Wakana slowly opened her eyes in her sleep, looking drowsy.

Several seconds later, Miao Meng finally lifted her slightly sore neck; it was the first time she had ever slept so soundly on a tram.

Of course, I stayed up until 3 a.m. last night before going to sleep.

"Have we arrived?" Miaomeng asked.

The female staff member smiled and said, "All the other passengers have already gotten off the bus."

Miao Meng agreed, stood up and stretched, feeling comfortable after a good sleep.

Sure enough, the carriages were already empty. If Kumamoto hadn't been the final stop, Meowmon would probably have woken up in Okinawa.

She felt incredibly fortunate. With the help of the staff, she retrieved her suitcase and walked out of the station.

Looking at the bright sky over her hometown, Miaomeng's mood instantly improved.

"Haha, the only thing this place has to offer is Kumamon."

Looking at the mascot not far away, Yutenji Wakame couldn't help but laugh.

The last time I went back to my hometown was during the Spring Festival.

Whether a person likes or dislikes their hometown, their feelings for it are always the deepest and most complex.

Just like the dream of a cat right now.

Just as she was about to take the bus home, someone gently patted her shoulder from behind.

She couldn't help but turn her head to look, only to see a girl who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar, smiling broadly at her.

“You are… Risa, Oura Risa!” Meowmu couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

"Haha, it's been a long time, Yutenji. I was just thinking how awkward it would be if you didn't remember me."

The girl with tanned skin and a few freckles on her face spoke in a happy tone.

"How could I not remember? We were classmates for three years in junior high."

Hearing the other person speak fluent Kumamoto dialect, Miaomeng couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity, as if she had returned to her hometown.

So she switched back to her hometown dialect.

"Hey, but now Ruomai, you're dressed so fashionably, you look like a Tokyoite, I almost didn't recognize you."

Risa Oura looked at Nekomu with a hint of envy.

With her bodycon skirt, high heels, off-the-shoulder chiffon blouse, and slightly dyed hair, Nyan's stunning outfit was completely different from the girls in Kumamoto Prefecture, even standing out from the crowd.

Miao Meng couldn't help but feel smug. Although she and Oura Risa were junior high school classmates for three years, to be honest, they weren't that close. After graduating from junior high school, they almost never contacted each other again.

They're just what you'd call "plastic best friends."

"Oh, it's nothing really, that's how people in Tokyo dress." Meow Dream said, feigning nonchalance.

Sure enough, Risa Oura, who was born and raised in Kumamoto and has hardly ever left, showed a look of longing and envy: "Yutenji, you're amazing. You managed to study in Tokyo and became so beautiful. I remember when you were in junior high, you still had two braids."

The saying goes, "Wealth and honor should not be returned to one's hometown, for it is like wearing fine clothes at night." Especially for a girl like Miaomeng who likes to show off in front of others, she can't wait to tell all her junior high and high school classmates in Kumamoto that she has now become a true Tokyoite.

Hearing her junior high school classmates' envy greatly satisfied Miaomeng's vanity.

Thinking back to the country girl with braided pigtails she used to be, Miao Meng thought to herself, "I'm completely different now."

"And you, Risa, how have you been lately?"

Actually, before asking, Miaomeng already knew the answer: it was simply working in a convenience store or a factory.

In rural areas like Kumamoto, the choices available to girls after graduation are visibly limited, and their lives are predictable and predictable.

Meowmu couldn't stand it anymore, which is why she ran away from Kumamoto to Tokyo.

However, this is exactly the kind of answer Miaomeng wants. Then, she will comfort her junior high school classmate, saying that her life is actually quite stable.

Risa would praise her for her colorful life, and then Meow would humbly say that the other person's life was also good, and then she would secretly feel superior.

"I'm getting married." But the next moment, Risa's words made Wakana's eyes widen in surprise.

“I’m three months pregnant already, can’t you tell?” Risa said with a smile.

Then, I was hit again.

Miao Meng only noticed the other person's slightly protruding belly at this moment, and she thought the other person had just gained weight.

"You...how could you..." Miao Meng could barely speak clearly now.

Risa finally looked a little shy and said, "Unlike you Tokyoites, girls in Kumamoto usually get married early."

Miao Meng didn't want to be a country woman and get married early, which is why she went to Tokyo.

"You met... on a blind date?" Miaomeng asked.

"No, we met in high school, and she happened to live not far from my house." Risa's face naturally showed a happy expression.

Despite wanting the other person to envy her for becoming a Tokyo resident, seeing their happy appearance made Miaomeng, who had inexplicably become an "older single woman," feel a little envious.

"By the way, Ruomai, what about you? Do you have a boyfriend?" Risa asked naturally.

Looking at her rustic junior high classmate, who was supposed to be a country girl to complement her, now stroking her belly with a happy expression, Ruomai just couldn't bring herself to say "no."

Just as Risa was feeling a bit strange, Nyanmu blurted out, "Yes, we're already engaged."

"Huh? Really?" Risa exclaimed in surprise.

Miao Meng naturally took out the ring with "SAKI" written on the inside from her pocket and put it on her ring finger, revealing a happy look.

"Wow, Ruomai, you're amazing! Not only have you established yourself in Tokyo, but you've also found love. I'm so envious of you!" Risa exclaimed.

While Miao Meng was greatly satisfying her vanity, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that she hadn't thrown the ring away yesterday.