Ke Xue Lu Ren Wang

Chapter 30 Ooka Autumn Leaves

"Hanyu, you're amazing! You actually got to be a tutor for a rich girl like that."

Yuko Morishita's tone was filled with amazement.

"She has many tutors, and I am just one of them, specializing in tutoring her in certain subjects and after-school exercises."

Yuzuru stood up and packed his bag, not thinking he was anything special.

He goes two or three times a week, usually on Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings, from 6 p.m. to 9:30 p.m., with a half-hour break in between.

Just like that, his monthly salary was close to 1.5 million yen.

This is an outrageous figure; such generous compensation elevated Yuzuru Hanyu's professional ethics to an unprecedented level.

Naturally, he couldn't have any other thoughts about Ms. Ooka Momiji that Morishita Yuko mentioned.

"She has many tutors, how many exactly?" Yuko Morishita was clearly very curious about the young lady's life.

"As far as I know, she has karuta, piano, violin, tea ceremony, art, and singing. As for whether she has any other plans for the weekend, I'm not sure."

"So many teachers... wouldn't she be incredibly busy every night?" Morishita Yuko's surprise reached another level.

"So, Miss's life might not be as wonderful as you imagine," Yuzuru said with a shrug.

To be honest, he sometimes felt sorry for Miss Hongye. No matter how wealthy her family was, she was like a canary trapped in a glamorous cage, having to consider the consequences of every action and every word she uttered.

"Indeed..." Yuko Morishita nodded thoughtfully, then said, "I'll be going now. I still have some learning ideas that I don't quite understand, so I plan to go to the library to look up some relevant information."

This casual chat left Yuko Morishita quite satisfied. As an ordinary person, being able to learn about a corner of the life of a top-tier heiress through Toru Hanyu's narration was interesting enough.

After learning more about it, she found that her slight envy had disappeared.

"Okay, I'll go back and prepare my lessons now."

Yuzuru nodded.

Today is Monday, the day to visit Miss Hongye's house, so we must take it seriously.

Such a high salary is his main source of income, so he cannot afford to slack off in any way.

……

At 5:40 p.m., a taxi stopped outside a villa area in the center of Kyoto.

Yuzuru paid the fare and got out of the car. Looking at the rows of mansions with different styles in front of him, and the men and women who came and went in and out, dressed in fine clothes, he was already used to it.

He expertly scanned his face at the gate, and the metal gate slid open silently, allowing him to pass through security smoothly.

Based on his memory, he walked through several tree-lined paths and arrived at a large villa in the best location in the villa area.

Before I even reached the door, a figure was already waiting there quietly.

This was a man dressed in a sharp black suit, with stylish long wolf-tail hair. He stood upright like a pine tree, and his calm yet indifferent eyes gave him an aura of seriousness that kept strangers at bay.

Yuu Tetsu knew him; Ooka Momiji's butler was Iori Muga.

However, judging from the seemingly relaxed yet taut muscle lines and the posture that allows for quick reactions, this butler also serves as the young lady's personal bodyguard.

"Butler Iori, I'm Toru Hanyu, here to tutor you."

Yuzuru stepped forward, took out a postcard with a special mark from his bag, and handed it over along with his bag.

Iori Muga took the postcard, carefully checked the handwriting and name on it, then opened his bag and meticulously inspected it. Only after confirming that there were no dangerous items did he turn his attention back to Hanyu Tetsu.

But this time, his scrutiny was intense, scanning him from head to toe, inch by inch, as if he were scanning him.

"What's wrong?"

Yuzuru was somewhat puzzled. Logically speaking, he had been tutoring here for almost half a year and was quite familiar with this butler, Iori. Previous inspections had not been this thorough.

"Please come in."

After carefully examining Yuzuru, Iori Muga shook his head, did not answer his question, but simply returned the schoolbag to him and stepped aside to make way for the gate.

Yuzuru took his bag back, and without thinking much about it, strode inside.

Following behind him, Iori Muga looked at his straight back and extremely steady steps, lost in thought.

According to Iori Muga, a former member of the Japanese Public Security Police, Hanyu Tetsu's previous impression of him was that he was somewhat thin and had a frail, student-like appearance. But this time, however, he was quite different.

First, there's posture. Without long-term, rigorous training, it's difficult for someone to maintain a straight posture while relaxed. Even something as simple as raising your head and straightening your chest is tiring for the average person.

As for Yuzuru's extremely steady steps, the distance and force of each step seemed to have been measured with a ruler, and his footing was solid and silent. This is a habit that only someone who has practiced martial arts for many years can have.

With these questions in mind, Iori Muga decided to observe more closely today.

Ooka Momiji's residence is a three-story villa, while most of the other buildings in this villa area are two-story.

The reason is simple: the entire villa area was invested and built by the Ooka Group.

Among them, Hongye's villa is even equipped with two elevators, one for receiving guests and the other for the owner's private use.

It's important to understand that this is the heart of Kyoto, where land is incredibly valuable. Building a villa complex like this here is no longer a matter that money can solve.

The interior decoration was very elegant, with famous paintings hanging on the walls and various antique porcelain pieces on display. The arrangement was just right, without a trace of vulgarity.

Yuzuru Tetsu was already familiar with the route, and he and Iori Muga took the elevator directly to the study on the second floor.

"Please wait a moment, Miss will be here shortly. Also, would you like something to drink?"

Iori Muga, who was following behind, stood at the door and asked respectfully.

"A cup of coffee."

Yuzuru carried his schoolbag, dragged a chair from the corner, and placed it in front of the large desk.

The study was enormous, even more spacious than the living room. Rows of bookshelves reaching the ceiling were densely packed with all kinds of books, making it look like a small private library.

After settling into his seat, Yuzuru sat down, opened his bag, and took out the textbooks he would use today and the question bank he had prepared.

"Knock knock~"

A short while later, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Yuzuru heard footsteps approaching and stood up to look.

Iori Muga gently knocked on the door, then turned to the side, and the figure of a girl appeared behind the door.

She was wearing a dark JK uniform jacket paired with a plaid pleated skirt, and her short brown hair swayed gently with her steady steps as she walked straight in.

"Miss Koyo."

Upon seeing her, Yuzuru greeted her with proper posture.

In response to Toru Hanyu's greeting, Momiji Ooka simply nodded slightly and walked over.

Her skin was snow-white and delicate, and her short hair was a pure brown color with the ends curling gently and falling just over her shoulders.

She has a classic oval face, a delicate and straight nose, and slightly upturned, azure eyes that naturally accentuate her refined features.

What's even more striking is the girl's figure, which has gradually shed its youthful awkwardness. Under the well-fitting uniform jacket, her undulating contours appear gentle and full, outlining a graceful curve that surpasses that of her peers.

The girl's posture as she walked was also very dignified and upright, with each step carrying an innate elegance and pride, adding a touch of nobility and maturity to her every move.

Such girls possess a maturity beyond their years, exuding an aura of superiority and unapproachability.

Instead of sitting down opposite Toru Hanyu, she walked past him and headed straight for the head of the desk.

A faint scent, a blend of floral and scholarly fragrance, emanated from her and lingered around Toru Hanyu's nose.

Ooka Momiji sat down in the main chair, put her schoolbag aside, and then looked up at him calmly with her azure eyes.

"Mr. Yuzuru, let's begin."