[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 28, Chapter 8)

Chapter Eight: The Difficult Invitation

Like Chinese culture, the Japanese love cranes, as they symbolize longevity and good fortune.

This fondness extends to restaurant names, but there's one crucial point: anyone using the character "crane" must possess considerable

skill. Using "crane" casually in a restaurant name without corresponding substance will be met with

disdain.

Takahashi Shizuka, always mysterious, didn't come to pick me up; instead, she gave me an address and told me to go there myself.

Tsurutei is located near Kiyosumi Garden in Koto Ward. Nestled among ancient trees, the restaurant isn't large,

with only seven or eight rooms. In the darkness, soft lighting illuminates the glass and paper doors, creating a warm atmosphere.

After giving my name, accompanied by a beautiful woman in a kimono, I walked a long, winding corridor before reaching

a private room.

Tsurutei's layout is somewhat like an octopus; each extended corridor leads to a small room, ensuring

privacy and preventing disturbance to meals and gatherings.

"It must be expensive here, right?"

I asked the beautiful woman in a kimono who was leading the way, as I stepped into the corridor.

She was surprised by my question and paused for a moment before smiling shyly, "This place... isn't

just for those with money."

This girl really has a high opinion of herself; I'd only made a casual remark, and she'd already given me a piece of her mind.

With this thought in mind, I didn't ask her anything further even after the woman in the kimono gracefully knelt down at the door to open it for me and then closed it again

.

From a distance, the room looked small, but once inside, I found it was quite spacious—at least an eighteen-tatami

room .

The room was large, yet not empty. Exquisite Japanese screens and scrolls were displayed around the room, several of them

seemingly from the Kamakura period, quite ancient.

In the center of the room was a wide open space, where a black wooden table with slightly upturned ends stood.

At that moment, a beautiful young woman in a flowing white dress was admiring the screens; upon hearing

the sound , she gently turned around.

Today, Shizuka Takahashi wore a slightly fitted dress, revealing only a glimpse of her milky-white cleavage.

A wide, pink belt cinched her slender waist, further accentuating her

high, shapely hips beneath the dress. The skirt, extending past her calves, revealed only a small section of her delicate, snow-white ankles, while her silver-white

flat shoes looked both elegant and beautiful.

In every aspect, Aunt Shizuka was an exceptionally beautiful woman. Besides possessing an aristocratic grace and

elegance, time seemed to have left almost no trace on her face. At least in the few times I saw her, this

refined ethereal beauty wore only light makeup, maintaining a natural, captivating charm.

"Mrs. Takahashi, it's a pleasure to meet you,"

I nodded slightly.

This was a common courtesy in Europe and America. Of course, in such situations, one would usually add, "You are very

beautiful," but I was afraid Aunt Shizuka might grab something and throw it at me, so I refrained from such overly enthusiastic greetings

.

When not provoked, Takahashi Shizuka always possessed the demeanor of a wealthy lady. She smiled faintly and gestured with her delicate hand:

"Please sit!"

In the blink of an eye, we were sitting facing each other at an antique black wooden table.

The table was only about eighty centimeters wide, meaning we were no more than a meter apart, and

I could clearly see every change in Aunt Shizuka's expression.

Aunt Shizuka's beautiful face was truly like jade, flawless.

I glanced at her briefly and shrugged, saying, "Mrs. Takahashi, as I said, this was just

a small favor . The real reason we achieved this was due to your and Mr. Takahashi's decisiveness. You don't need to thank me."

"I know Mr. Liu doesn't like formalities, so I didn't intend to give you anything."

Takahashi Shizuka poured a cup of tea, picked it up with her slender, white fingers, and handed it to me. "But would it be alright to treat you to a simple

meal ?"

"Thank you."

I took the teacup, politely avoiding Aunt Shizuka's delicate hand, and drank

the oolong tea .

On the table lay a tea set and two or three plates of exquisitely prepared sweets.

"Knock, knock..."

A knock came at the door. After Takahashi Shizuka told us to come in, a group of beautiful girls in pure white kimonos entered,

carrying food boxes, quickly filling the entire table. The tea set and sweets were placed

on a small cabinet nearby, within easy reach.

The girls completed this in less than a minute, and the placement

and spacing of the exquisite dishes on the table were impeccable.

Only long-term, rigorous training could achieve such an effect.

The aroma was enticing, and I looked down closely, smiling with surprise.

On the table were Mapo Tofu, stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, stir-fried pork kidneys, cold sliced lung, sweet and sour cabbage, and

tomato egg soup—typical Sichuan dishes.

Each dish was served in pairs, on small Japanese plates and bowls, along with a pot of sake from the Kansai region of Japan, adding

a touch of Japanese flair to the Sichuan cuisine.

"Mrs. Takahashi, you

've gone to so much trouble," I nodded to myself.

Takahashi Shizuka knew my preferences only because she must have asked Midori; otherwise, she would have probably guessed I

liked Western food. Little did she know, influenced by my father, I really enjoyed Sichuan cuisine, though I might not

be able to handle the spiciness.

Seeing my smile, Takahashi Shizuka felt relieved, thinking her daughter had done a good job this time.

Wanting to treat me to dinner, she specifically asked her daughter what set meals I usually ordered at the school cafeteria.

Midori, being clever, played around on the phone for a while before pretending to have just found out, telling her that Toshio's favorite

food was Sichuan cuisine.

Pouring me a glass of sake, Takahashi Shizuka also poured one for herself, then raised her glass: "Mr. Liu,

thank you so much for your guidance, which has allowed our Sharp to take another step forward. I'm extremely grateful.

I won't say anything more; besides being Midori's good teacher, you're also a good friend of the Takahashi family. Thank you!"

With that, the elegant and refined woman tilted her head back, revealing her snow-white neck, and drank

her .

Perhaps Kansai sake is stronger than Kanto sake, because when I finished my sake and looked up at Aunt Shizuka,

a blush had already crept onto the stunningly beautiful woman's face.

"Please!"

Takahashi Shizuka picked up her chopsticks and gently waved her hand, saying, "Back in Sakura Academy, I also enjoyed

strong- foods, like Sichuan, Hunan, and Hubei cuisine. But after I became pregnant with Midori, the doctor advised

me to avoid spicy food and stick to bland dishes, so I haven't tasted them since… It's been almost eighteen

years…"

Every woman is very sensitive to the passage of time.

Aunt Shizuka was no exception. No matter how indifferent she seemed, she was still very proud of her naturally beautiful face and

hoped to maintain it.

How many eighteen-year-olds does a woman have?

And these eighteen years encompass the most precious years of her life; looking back, a touch of melancholy

and感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing regret, nostalgia, and reflection) is inevitable.

"Since ancient times, beauties, like heroes, are not allowed to grow old in this world."

Without realizing it, I casually recited this ancient poem in Chinese.

"Hmm?"

Before I knew it, Takahashi Shizuka's eyes widened slightly, then she suddenly snapped, "I have gray hair?"

It dawned on me then that Sakura Academy's Chinese language education far surpassed that of other Japanese schools. Memorizing 300

Tang poems was a mandatory course, and being able to converse normally with a Chinese person was also a

requirement.

In ancient and modern times, Chinese was the preferred language of Japan's upper-class nobility. Who wouldn't be

proud to recite a few Chinese proverbs and classical poems?

Even during the invasion of China, Japan relentlessly plundered China's treasures, transporting them back to

Japan —wasn't such ruthless plundering necessary for something they liked? The gold looted in Southeast Asia

was buried in the islands, not brought back to Japan; did it ultimately benefit those dictators?

After World War II, Japanese interest in China diminished considerably, and Sakura Academy's insistence on

teaching students Chinese puzzled many wealthy and noble individuals. Many even ridiculed the then-principal,

calling her old-fashioned and out of touch with the times.

And the result?

These girls, in their thirties and forties, happened to be caught up in China's reform

and opening up , just as Japan was also looking to expand and transform. The two sides hit it off immediately. Their men, when going to China for negotiations or investment

, didn't need translators; their wives could translate, and there was no worry about secrets being leaked.

As their businesses thrived and they earned more money in China, communication naturally increased

. They then realized how significant their wives' Chinese language skills were for communication and negotiation.

Thus, the principal of Sakura Academy was once again hailed as a goddess, and no one dared question her

actions . I believe Aunt Shizuka was one of the new generation of girls who received Sakura Academy's unique education after that!

"You don't have any gray hair! I don't think you'll have any in ten years!"

Mentioning gray hair to a woman is worse than slapping her; I wouldn't be that foolish.

"What about in another ten years?"

Takahashi Shizuka asked without hesitation.

Her question was like a little girl tirelessly asking her boyfriend, "Am I pretty? Am I

pretty?"

The man nodded once, and she happily asked again… It wasn't about personality, but a woman's

instinct .

I had a sudden inspiration: "Not really. With me here, Mrs. Takahashi, you'll definitely stay young."

"Nonsense…" Takahashi Shizuka glared at me amusedly, but secretly pleased. What woman doesn't like

a man praising her? Especially when that man is a business genius she greatly admires.

But the next moment, her heart skipped a beat: "It seems the man in front of me is also one of the world's top doctors

. If he really has a way to stay young…" Thinking of this, Aunt Shizuka looked at me

with a hint of eagerness.

"Don't look at me like that,"

I shrugged. "You look like a big bad wolf."

"Pah!"

The elegant and refined woman could no longer maintain her ladylike demeanor, spat lightly, gave me another helpless sideways glance, and

lowered her head to eat.

To be honest, watching a beautiful woman eat up close is a very pleasant

experience for me, especially since Aunt Shizuka is a famous Japanese beauty. Her eating and chewing are both

incredibly graceful , much like Yuri, far surpassing the beauty of the girls in my family.

However, the difference between a young girl and a young woman lies in the innocence of the girl. I much prefer

the playful banter and squabbles of young girls vying for food to the elegant way this refined woman eats.

Adhering to the ancient precept of "not speaking while eating," and given her small appetite, Takahashi Shizuka stopped

eating , poured herself another cup of sake, and slowly sipped it.

I wasn't so polite, eating and drinking heartily.

Firstly, I was genuinely hungry after the lecture; secondly, the food at "Tsuru-tei" was excellent. Even if

the chef wasn't from Sichuan, he must have studied there for several years to achieve

such .

The beautiful woman, with her refined and elegant demeanor, couldn't help but smile. "Young people have it so good," she thought. "Even someone like Shunfu at his age could

n't eat this much, could he?" They say those who can eat have the energy to do things,

and it seems Liu Junxiong expends a lot of energy every day—being both a doctor and a teacher, it must be tough!

Remembering that the man before her was the world-renowned miracle doctor, Aunt Jing, almost unconsciously, stretched out a hand and placed it on

the dark wooden table. "Mr. Miracle Doctor, please check if there's anything wrong with my body!"

I was eating a thin slice of lung at the time, and seeing this, I could only put down my chopsticks and place my fingers on her wrist

. Aunt Jing's smooth skin was like solidified cream; even someone as steadfast as me

felt a slight tremor when I pressed it. I quickly focused my mind and sensed the flow of energy within the beautiful woman's body.

If she didn't know I was America's number one surgeon, Takahashi Jing would have thought I was taking advantage of her when she saw my fingers

moving . However, knowing my identity, Takahashi Shizuka watched my

movements , and for a moment felt that ancient Chinese medicine was so graceful and ancient.

Three minutes later, I withdrew my hand and looked at the stunningly beautiful woman: "Mrs. Takahashi, your body is perfectly

healthy . Apart from a few minor issues with excessive Yin energy that require some adjustment, there's nothing else wrong."

Takahashi Shizuka frowned: "Excessive Yin energy?"

I paused slightly: "In other words, you usually have too much Yin energy in your body, and it's not nourishing enough..."

"Stop!"

Takahashi Shizuka quickly shook her head, her beautiful face turning pale after a brief flush: "You... you're not allowed to say any more!"

"Don't forget, I'm a doctor. These things are commonplace for me. There's no need to be nervous."

I frowned and said, "It's not a good habit to avoid seeking medical help!"

"Okay, okay, stop talking. Prescribe the medicine!"

Takahashi Shizuka picked up a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

"No need for medicine."

Takahashi Shizuka drank three glasses of wine in a row. She rarely drank, but even so, she was still slightly tipsy.

Her eyes widened immediately: "Are you kidding me?"

I said, half-laughing and half-crying, "Mrs. Takahashi, I only said it was for conditioning, not medicine... Actually,

after this busy period, you and Mr. Takahashi can go on vacation

, and there won't be any problems." "Whether we go on vacation or not is none of your business!"

Takahashi Shizuka glared at me. "Are you a miracle doctor? Can't you prescribe medicine for conditioning?"

"As the saying goes, 'Every medicine has its side effects.' If you can avoid taking medicine, then don't. Why do you insist that I prescribe

medicine for you?" I said impatiently. "This is my diagnosis. You can follow it or not

!"

"Fine, I won't say anything then!"

Takahashi Shizuka also got angry, her pink lips pursed, and she turned her head away without saying a word.

This matter was ultimately between the Takahashi couple. I only needed to give them a hint. They would handle the rest

themselves . It would be inappropriate for me to speak further.

However, it was obvious that Aunt Jing was angry; she didn't give me a friendly look.

Under this atmosphere, the pleasant atmosphere of the meal was completely gone. I could only finish my food in a few bites before

leaving "Hetei" with Takahashi Jing.

Today, Takahashi Jing was driving a red Porsche. Although it wasn't a limited edition, its elegant design

complemented her refined and ethereal beauty, making the woman standing in front of the car look like a car model.

"Did you come by car?"

Takahashi Jing asked me casually.

"Yes."

I waved my hand. "Don't worry about me. I'm going to see a friend later, so I won't come with you."

"So late, what friend are you going to see?"

Takahashi Jing's eyes darted around. "Oh, you already have Yuri and Maka, and that beautiful director, and you're still

not satisfied? You have other women?"

Of course, I wouldn't admit to going to see Haruka. Thankfully, Aunt Jing didn't know about the underworld, otherwise she would definitely have

heard the rumors about my relationship with Haruka.

"Just a friend, it's not as exaggerated as you make it out to be,"

I denied repeatedly.

"No way!"

Seeing me frown, Takahashi Shizuka felt a surge of satisfaction at putting me down. She put on a stern face and said, "To be

responsible for Yuri and Maka, I can't let you sneak out like this... I'll take you home! As for whether you come out again after you get home

or what, that's none of my business!"

I was practically in tears. From Sakura-cho in Adachi Ward in the far northeast to Koto Ward in the far south, it

takes . It's already past 8 PM, so by the time I get back it'll be past 10 PM!

You can't be this cruel, Aunt Shizuka!

Seeing my predicament only made Takahashi Shizuka happier. She even took out a pretty cell phone and waved it, saying, "Should I

call Yuri? Tell her you're going out to fool around..."

I was annoyed and almost wanted to tell the beautiful young woman why she should call Yuri, she should call her daughter!

But I also knew that if I said that, Aunt Shizuka would definitely chase me with a knife, so I could only hold back and

watch Aunt Shizuka's smug expression.

The usually elegant and refined woman, now mischievous, radiated a playful glow, like a young

girl.

I could finally imagine what

a quirky, unruly girl she must have been back in Sakura Academy.

"If I were her teacher back then, I'd definitely want to spank her..." the thought

flashed through my mind .

Faced with Aunt Jing's threat, I couldn't ignore it. I still hadn't "eaten" Lily, and

she already harbored resentment towards me for having so many concubines, so even though I didn't want to be with Aunt Jing, I

finally lowered my head and got into the passenger seat.

"You're ruthless!"

The elegant and refined woman felt incredibly

pleased . She glanced at me sideways, revealing a smug yet alluring smile.

This is deadly!

I quickly turned my face away. Such a stunning beauty, no man could resist!

"Vroom vroom..."

With a roar from the car engine, the Porsche darted out of the parking lane. Even as it turned onto the main road

, Aunt Jing didn't brake; the Porsche executed a beautiful drift, making a sharp ninety-degree turn, and continued its

joyful .

"Don't be so excited, will you?"

This little incident wouldn't have alarmed me, but seeing the perfect curve of Takahashi Jing's lips, I

couldn't help but wonder: "Did I really offend you that badly? You're this happy after just a slight threat

..."

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