The Girl in Black Stockings

Dean Koizumi shook his head, his expression regretful: “Is it because of that boy named Shirakawa Natsu?”

Hashimoto Arina shuddered and looked at Dean Koizumi in surprise.

Director Koizumi sighed softly: “It seems you don’t know that after Dr. Kamimura, a gynecologist, had an affair with a married woman, the hospital increased the number of surveillance cameras, especially in some hidden corners.”

Hashimoto Arina’s mouth opened slightly as she quickly recalled some ambiguous little gestures she had with Shirakawa Natsumi.

Fortunately, the two are usually quite restrained, and at most they just kiss.

Although it’s unknown how much this elder saw, it already amounted to a public execution.

Of course, she didn’t know that Dean Koizumi was completely unmoved. Compared to her own daughter’s cries to be someone else’s dog, Hashimoto Arina and Shirakawa Natsu were already innocently adorable.

“Don’t be nervous, I don’t mean to blame you two.” Dean Koizumi waved his hand casually: “The feeling of liking someone has nothing to do with age difference or status difference. It’s just something that can’t be helped. It just feels like a cycle.”

“Reincarnation?” Hashimoto Arina was taken aback and looked at the elder with a puzzled expression.

“Your mother died during childbirth due to complications.” Director Koizumi’s expression seemed to be lost in memories. “Actually, she was also your father’s patient. She was frequently hospitalized due to her weak health, and that’s how she and your father got together.”

“My father never told me that.” Hashimoto Arina looked surprised. In her mind, her father had always been a conscientious and dedicated person who devoted himself to his work.

“Because he always felt guilty that, as a doctor, he had developed a romantic relationship with one of his patients.” Director Koizumi looked out the window: “That’s why he became exhausted and eventually ruined his health.”

“You and your father are both people who are easily emotional. As a doctor, you are not qualified because doctors need to view death with the most rational mindset and make the most rational diagnosis for patients.”

He then turned to look at Hashimoto Arina: “I’m not a good elder. I should have talked to you when you got close to that boy, and maybe things wouldn’t have come to this.”

“I’m sorry, Uncle.” Hashimoto Arina shook her head. “I don’t think this feeling will stop, no matter how much opposition I face.”

After she finished speaking, a smile appeared on her lips: “Just as you said, I am not a qualified doctor and cannot make the most rational judgment.”

As she spoke, Shirakawa Natsumi’s smile appeared in her mind. She knew that at this moment, she should send him for a mental evaluation instead of resigning to stay by his side, even if it would be dangerous.

On the other side, Shirakawa Natsu followed Minoki to the parking lot and saw a bright green Jeep that stood out from the surrounding vehicles.

Shirakawa Natsu watched as she skillfully opened the car door and tossed her luggage onto the back seat: “This is the new car you bought with all your earnings. I thought you would buy a sports car or one of those cool motorcycles or something.”

“I originally planned to buy a motorcycle.” Miyuki opened the car door and skillfully sat in the driver’s seat: “I saw this one when I was picking up my car and bought it.”

After she finished speaking, she stepped on the gas, the Jeep engine emitted a deep roar, and the off-road tires pressed against the ground as it “whooshed” out of the parking space.

Shirakawa Natsu instinctively reached out and grabbed the roof handle, which greatly reduced the feeling of weightlessness.

These off-road jeeps have a high chassis, providing a wide field of vision from the passenger seat and a stable ride, instantly giving you the enjoyment of riding in an off-road vehicle.

Miyuki pulled two envelopes from the storage box and handed them to Shirakawa Natsu: “These are admission invitations from the Paris Academy of Fine Arts.”

“You can actually get your hands on this?” Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. She opened the envelope, and inside lay a beautifully designed invitation.

“We’re a reliable agency. As long as you pay enough, your studies will only take two years to complete.” Mikoto said casually, gripping the steering wheel. “The rest of the money can be used to pay for your apartment rent and to make an appointment with a specialist at a Tokyo hospital.”

Shirakawa Natsu opened another envelope, inside which was a key and a signed contract.

“Thank you.” He closed the two envelopes and carefully tucked them into his pocket.

“What are your plans next?” Miyuki suddenly asked. “Renting an apartment means you’re not planning to stay in the hospital, are you?”

“I want to apply to a university,” Shirakawa Natsu said, looking out the window. “But I haven’t decided yet.”

Going to university was a conclusion he reached after careful consideration, but of course it wasn’t for studying. With the Huangmao APP in hand, the next step was naturally to seduce more girls who already had boyfriends and husbands.

Girls like that are bound to be the most studious. It’s common for college students to date one day and break up the next.

Miyuki didn’t continue speaking and began to concentrate on driving, speeding and bouncing left and right within the speed limit line.

The scenery outside the window flashed by, but fortunately the jeep was relatively stable, and Shirakawa Natsu did not feel uncomfortable.

The two stopped directly in front of the University of Tokyo Hospital. Shirakawa Natsu took out her ID and entered the hospital with Miyuki.

Unlike the small private hospital where he stayed, the feeling of being at the University of Tokyo Hospital was different from the moment he walked in.

A spacious lobby, busy staff, and a noisy crowd.

“I have an appointment.” Mikoto walked to the front desk and showed her receipt to the young woman in a nurse’s uniform.

After the two chatted for a few minutes, a young lady quickly came over and led the way for Shirakawa Natsu with a smile.

Miyuki had no intention of joining him; instead, she stood at the front desk and chatted familiarly with another mature nurse who was the most attractive.

Within minutes, he had the other person laughing.

“Tch, what a scumbag.” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged and followed the nurse to get her various physical tests done.

He was already very familiar with these instruments, but the ones at Dongda Hospital looked relatively more high-end.

For him, there was no difference; it was all the same: he would lie down on the machine and let the doctors position him however they liked.

After completing several tests, Shirakawa Natsu stood in the corridor outside the testing department, holding a paper cup filled with water.

Real hospitals aren’t like those in comics, where sexy female doctors will give you strange examinations.

After completing several tests, I also felt physically exhausted and needed to rest for a while.

Shirakawa Natsu leaned his elbow against the railing. The hospital had a circular structure similar to a shopping mall. Standing on the third floor, he could see patients entering and leaving various examination departments on the first and second floor corridors.

His gaze swept around, unlike the expressionless faces of the people in the outside world.

The expressions on everyone’s faces in the hospital are all different; perhaps it is only when you are sick that you realize you are alive.

Shirakawa Natsu took out his phone, opened the Yellow Hair APP, and started the strategy for Hashimoto Arina. The screen was empty, as if telling him to hurry up and start a new strategy.

He wasn’t in a hurry. The reason he chose Hashimoto Arina last time was because he had a good impression of her.

From the perspective of the target of the romance, Hashimoto Arina is not a good choice.

He plans to target girls with low standards next.

Of course, it can’t be a high school girl you could pick up on the street. Those kinds of girls are experienced, have a high threshold, and their facial expressions are just to match your performance.

In order to survive, Shirakawa Natsu will carefully choose her next target.

He deleted all the photos from his phone to prevent accidentally importing strange photos into the app, which would cause it to crack.

After deleting the photos, he looked up and suddenly saw a familiar figure on the second floor. The figure had silver-white hair and stood out from the crowd, making it hard not to recognize him.

“Is this guy a key NPC for the quest? Why is he everywhere?”

Shirakawa Natsu moved back slightly, hiding herself behind the aisle, and then looked more closely.

It was discovered that Kimura Momo was not alone; a young girl was standing next to him.

The girl was in her early twenties, with her long, straight black hair tied into three small braids on the left side, her appearance a mix of youthful innocence and fashionable style.

At this age, when the innocence of high school is intertwined with the sensuality of adulthood, unlike the older sister image of Hashimoto Arina, she appears slender, with a pair of straight, beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings under her skirt, and her overall appearance is above 90 points.

Even in the hospital, unlike the worried patients next to her, she still had a smile on her face.

Shirakawa Natsusada glanced over and saw that the two had just come out of the gynecological ultrasound room.

“Wow!” Although he had never had a gynecological exam, he had lived in the hospital for a long time and knew more about the various departments than the average person.

Gynecological ultrasound is mainly used to determine whether it is an intrauterine pregnancy and whether the gestational age is suitable for an abortion.

The girl in black stockings is no more than twenty years old, so it’s unlikely she’ll undergo a proper premarital checkup.

This Kimura Momoko looks so virtuous, but I never expected her to be such a hypocrite.

He had only been separated from Hashimoto Arina for less than half a month when he brought a woman to a prenatal checkup. Who knows how many dirty things he was doing behind the scenes.

Shirakawa Natsu quickly took out her phone and snapped a picture of the two of them standing together.

However, the photo quality is not good. At first glance, it looks like an elegant silver-haired woman and a pretty girl in black stockings, suitable for use as wallpaper.

“What the hell is this?” Shirakawa Natsu shook her head, intending to delete it and take another picture of her profile.

Kimura Momo suddenly raised her head, stood on the second floor opposite, and smiled at him on the third floor.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

“Mr. Xia, it’s been a long time.” Kimura Momo greeted him with a smile as she arrived on the third floor.

The beautiful woman in black stockings, who scored a perfect 90, followed behind with a smile.

“Hello.” Shirakawa Natsumi looked embarrassed, but seeing that he wasn’t interested in taking pictures, she forced a business-like smile and greeted him.

“This is my student.” Kimura Momo pointed to the woman in black stockings, then to Shirakawa Natsu: “He is my friend.”

“Hello~ My name is Jingu Nao.” Jingu Nao generously extended her hand and shook Shirakawa Natsu’s hand directly: “So you have friends too, Ms. Momo. You’re amazing.”

“Uh, it’s alright.” Shirakawa Natsu pulled her hand away with a little force. This high-value girl in black stockings named Jingu Nao was really enthusiastic.

“It seems Mr. Xia is recovering well,” Kimura said with a smile.