novellhall Chapter 89 Sasaki's Daily Romantic Relationship [9th Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Chapter 89 Sasaki's Daily Romantic Relationship [9th Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Chapter 89 Sasaki's Daily Romantic Relationship [Nine Updates, Requesting Monthly Tickets]
When Kiryu Yaya returned to the Osaka branch of Mitsubishi Bank, it was almost noon.
The lobby on the first floor was still busy, with company employees taking advantage of their lunch break to conduct business at the windows.
The fax machine was constantly spitting out paper in the corner.
Several male employees from the sales department were carrying thick stacks of summonses and contracts, walking faster than usual.
He went straight up to the third floor.
In the financing review section, Chihaya Yuri was standing next to the photocopier, flipping through a stack of documents that had just been delivered.
When she saw Kiryu Yaya enter, she looked up and glanced at his suit.
"You're back?"
"I'm back."
"And the result?"
Kiryu Yaya put down his briefcase, walked to her desk, and briefly recounted the events of the morning meeting.
"Miyazawa was temporarily relieved of his special duties, and all his executive authority, financial window authority, and authority to access the seal were revoked."
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"Rokko Golf Development has been confirmed to be divested, and Miyazawa Tourism Development has been separated from Rokko."
"Akio Uesugi has returned to the accounting department to cooperate with the audit, Hirano Koga has been suspended from his duties, and the secretariat has been transferred to the president's office for confirmation."
As Chihaya Yuri listened, she quickly grasped the key points.
"In other words, the power structure within the Miyazawa Group has been temporarily determined."
,"right."
"That's good."
She nodded gently, her tone unusually relaxed.
"At least we are not facing the Miyazawa Group now, which is simultaneously making mistakes and seizing power."
After saying that, she glanced at Kiryu Yaya again.
"Now that you have some free time, right?"
"Thanks to your help, the matter concerning the Miyazawa Group has come to an end."
Chihaya Yuri nodded and handed him a document.
"Now that you have some free time, give me this summary of the briefing before 2 p.m.
"—Senior really doesn't miss any opportunity to order me around."
"Any objections?"
"no."
Chihaya Yuri gave a soft hum and lowered her head to continue reading the documents.
Kiryu Yaya placed the meeting minutes on the table with a wry smile.
Ever since he slept with Section Chief Chihaya that night, he felt that their relationship had inexplicably become somewhat strange.
Sigh, women are just strange.
After noon.
Kiryu Yaya went to the cafeteria as usual.
Perhaps due to overtime work after the Golden Week holiday, the staff canteen on the second floor of the annex was more lively than usual, with almost all the long tables occupied.
Today's dishes served at the window are fried mackerel and stewed pork with potatoes. The steam from the miso soup mingles with the aroma of the fried food, slowly filling the entire cafeteria.
As soon as he entered the door, he heard a familiar loud voice.
"Arima, I'm doomed."
At the table near the beverage counter, in his usual spot, Kenta Sasaki was slumped over the table, looking as if his soul had already left his body.
The plates were still piled high as usual. Today it wasn't curry, but a fried pork cutlet set meal, with a bottle of Calpis next to it, as if they were preparing to save their lives with sugar and oil.
Arima Kishou, sitting opposite him, adjusted his glasses and said in a calm, almost cold tone: "You say you're finished every day."
"Today is different; today is officially over."
Kenta Sasaki looked up, his expression somber as if he had just attended his own funeral.
"Shimazaki-san rejected me."
"oh."
"Oh, what does that mean?!"
"It means she rejected your confession."
"Arima, you really don't know how to comfort people."
"But I usually state the facts."
Kiryu Yaya carried his tray over, sat down beside him, and said with a smile, "So, you finally confessed?"
Kenta Sasaki turned to look at him, his eyes filled with accusation, "How can you still laugh?"
"Kiryu, you're so cold. I'm a heartbroken man right now."
"I can tell."
"—Did you two plan to hurt me together today?"
After complaining, Kenta Sasaki let out a long sigh and slumped back down.
"I prepared very carefully. I even practiced my opening remarks three times last night. But as soon as I said, 'Shimazaki-san, actually I've always...', she said to me first, 'Sasaki-kun, you're a good person, but it's better if we just stay colleagues.'"
He clutched his chest as he said this.
"Why are women so perceptive? I didn't even finish my lines."
Arima Kishou didn't even look up, slowly picking up a piece of grilled fish: "That shows the other side was on guard against you from the very beginning."
"Could you please stop saying such absolute things every time?"
"Can."
"real?"
"But there's no need."
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There was a moment of silence at the table, then Kiryu Yaya couldn't help but chuckle.
Just then, Mizuna Yayoi walked over with a bento box in her arms.
She was wearing the sales department's standard vest today, and her short ponytail swayed gently behind her head.
Seeing three people sitting at the table, she was slightly taken aback at first, but then she mustered up her courage and walked to Kiryu Yaya's side, whispering, "Senpai."
"You're here?"
"Um."
She placed the lunchbox on the table, her ear tips already slightly red.
"What I made today was a little simpler."
Kenta Sasaki, who was still immersed in the sadness of his breakup, subconsciously looked up when he heard those words.
Then, he watched as Kiryu Yaya opened the bento box.
Inside were three-color rice, miso cod, thick omelet, sesame spinach, and two pieces of boiled pumpkin, all neatly arranged.
Kiryu Yaya glanced at it, raised an eyebrow, and said, "If this is considered easy, then the cafeteria can close down."
Yayoi Mizuna blushed even more at her words and could only lower her head: "Senpai is making fun of me again—"
"I'm not joking, I'm telling the truth."
Kenta Sasaki looked at the bento box, then at the lonely tonkatsu set meal in front of him, and fell silent.
Arima Kishou picked up his miso soup, took a sip, and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
Kenta Sasaki slowly turned his head, his voice trembling: "Arima."
"Um.
""
"I feel like I'm not just heartbroken now."
"What else is it?"
"I want to jump off a building."
Upon hearing this, Yayoi Mizuna panicked: "? No, that's not it! It's just that my senior taught me a lot of methods for organizing information before, so the more she explained, the more anxious she became, her face turned redder and redder, and in the end her voice was almost inaudible."
Kiryu Yaya, on the other hand, remained calm and casually pulled the bento box closer to himself.
"Sasaki, don't portray someone's normal lunch as an emotional battleground."
"How can this be called a normal lunch?"
Kenta Sasaki pointed indignantly at the bento box.
"This is already top-notch treatment! Thick omelet! Cod! Sesame spinach! This is clearly a lunch combination that gives you a significant boost in favorability!"
Arima Kishou calmly said, "Your analysis is quite detailed."
"Because I'm reflecting on the reasons for my failure!"
As Kenta Sasaki was speaking, he suddenly turned to Mizuna Yayoi and said with a serious expression, "Ms. Yayoi, may I ask a question?"
Yayoi Mizuna was startled: "W-what?"
"What does it generally mean in women's psychology if a boy receives a homemade lunchbox from a girl?"
Mizuna Yayoi's face turned even redder.
"I...I don't know—!"
"What's the point of asking her?"
Arima Kishou picked up a piece of pickled food with his chopsticks, speaking in a flat tone.
"She is the person involved."
"Arima, do you want me to quit before my lunch break ends today?"
Upon hearing this, everyone at the table burst into laughter, and even Yayoi Mizuna herself couldn't help but purse her lips and smile slightly.
When Kenta Sasaki saw her smile, he suddenly paused, as if remembering something, and then quickly perked up again.
"No, I can't keep being so down."
He sat up straight, clenched his fist, and said, "Shimazaki-san's rejection of me only shows that my methods were flawed, not that there's something wrong with my character."
Arima Kishou nodded calmly: "Very good progress. At least you've evolved from 'the world betrayed me' to 'it was my methods that were wrong'."
"—Arima, I'm starting to doubt whether you're really my friend."
"Yes."
"Then why don't you have any compassion at all?"
"Because you'll most likely fall for someone else tomorrow."
Kenta Sasaki slammed his fist on the table: "Nonsense! I'm very loyal in relationships!"
"Last week you said that Shimazaki-san from the logistics department was destiny."
"That's because she really has a strong sense of destiny!"
"The week before last, you said that Mr. Takahashi from the sales department has a smile like spring."
"That's just pure aesthetic appreciation!"
"A week before that, you asked me if I wanted to go for a walk with you on the general affairs floor."
"—Why do you remember this so clearly?"
"Because the only value of your dating history right now is that it provides laughs."
Even Kiryu Yaya shook his head with a smile.
The atmosphere around the table immediately relaxed.
The conversation naturally shifted from heartbreak back to work.
Kenta Sasaki began to complain about how chaotic the logistics department was after the holiday: there wasn't enough printing paper, the inkpad was empty, the fax machine was jammed, and even a seal application form had to be delivered up to three floors.
This morning, his section chief dragged him to count the spare receipts, and he was so tired from counting them that his eyes were blurry.
Mizuna Yayoi said that a small business client brought the wrong registration book to the sales department today, almost ruining the entire document, but luckily she discovered it in advance.
At this point, she glanced at Kiryu Yaya and added in a low voice, "It was a method my senior taught me—I checked everything again according to the time sequence and the position of the seals, and that's how I discovered it."
After listening, Kenta Sasaki fell silent again.
"Arima."
"Um.
""
"I've confirmed it now."
"Confirm what?"
"I definitely lost because of a lack of preparation over time."
Arima Kishou nodded: "We're finally getting closer to the essence of the problem."
"I've made up my mind."
Kenta Sasaki clenched his fists, his fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.
"Starting today, I also want to become a man worthy of having someone make me a bento box."
Arima Kishou paused for two seconds before giving his assessment: "Your ambition is commendable, but I suggest you start by ensuring you have enough ink for the logistics department."
"—Can you let me get excited for more than ten seconds?"
"Not really."
Another burst of laughter followed.
By the end of lunch, the conversation had completely drifted away from heavy topics like Miyazawa and Rokko.
They were talking about nothing more than the most mundane daily routines of a new employee at the bank, and whether Kenta Sasaki would ever fall in love again.
But it is precisely because of this that it makes people feel relaxed.