Crossover Anime: This is an izakaya, but you're treating it like a brothel.

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The 40th anniversary celebration of Toyonosaki School officially kicked off.

"Knock knock~"

There were two knocks on the door of the waiting room.

Before Aoba could answer, Futaro next to him had already gotten up and straightened his clothes.

There was absolutely no trace of sadness on his face.

"Ah~! Uesugi-senpai, sorry to bother you!"

Outside the door stood a young woman in a formal dress, who appeared to be the host.

Upon seeing Uesugi, he nodded very politely and said:

"Regarding the schedule, you and senior student Aoba will be asked to share on stage after the principal's speech. We hope you can cooperate at that time."

"Oh, I see."

"Alright, I'll take my leave now."

The girl nodded, and before leaving, she still glanced curiously at Aoba inside the room.

Before their eyes met, he quickly ran away.

"Aoba, are you ready?"

Futaro stood at the door and looked at Aoba, asking a question.

"I'm available anytime."

Aoba got up and walked towards the backstage entrance corridor, with Futaro following beside him. Seeing that he didn't seem nervous at all, Futaro said enviously:

"As expected of you!"

"It was my first time on stage, and I was so nervous that I couldn't even speak properly."

Upon hearing this, Aoba turned around and chuckled helplessly:

"You forgot? I outwitted and outmaneuvered Shizuka Heizuka, I even dared to hit the teacher..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Several people bumped into me from the corridor next to the stands.

Among them, Suzuki Gaishi, who was leading the group, had a stern face and looked very serious.

"Do you still remember when you hit the teacher?"

"You're already a senior student, haven't you made any progress at all?"

"I've told you so many times, people need to be more composed."

“You say whatever comes to mind; I’ve taught you that ‘trouble comes from the mouth’ countless times.”

Suzuki Gaishō's criticism came like a storm, crashing down on Aoba.

The man in the dark suit standing beside him smiled and advised:

"Principal Suzuki, young people always have some spirit. Just educate them properly in the future."

"President Zifang, please forgive my rudeness. Aoba, Futaro, this is President Zifang."

Futaro nodded and greeted him subconsciously.

Aoba's brows furrowed slightly.

Is this guy Zifang's congressman father?

"Now that you've met before, you two better behave yourselves later."

Suzuki Kaijo waved to the two men and prepared to lead Councilor Wisteria to visit other places.

But after he went ahead, he saw that Councilor Zifang had not followed at all, so he couldn't help but turn back.

Wisteria was smiling as it looked at Green Leaf:

"Aoba-kun, I've heard about your abilities in Toyonosaki before."

"Seeing is believing, it's a pleasure to meet you."

As the saying goes, don’t hit the smiling person.

947 Qingye nodded slightly:

"Nice to meet you."

"I heard that Aoba-kun opened his own izakaya?"

"Councilor Zifang has even investigated my background?"

"Haha, Aoba-kun, you're quite the joker." Fujido chuckled in an official tone. "I just never expected that such an outstanding student who could get into Tokyo University would choose to be a chef."

"Mr. Zifang seems to have some opinions about the chef profession?"

"No, no, there's no such thing as a superior or inferior profession. However, if you, Aoba-kun, wish to improve your culinary skills..."

As she spoke, Zi Teng took out a name card from her bosom.

"this is my name card."

"There will be a dinner party at Totsuki this weekend, featuring chefs who have studied at Totsuki."

"If Aoba wants to come, remember to contact me."

Done.

Wisteria smiled and looked at Uesugi Fuutarou, her smile seemingly even wider.

"Uesugi-kun, how are your studies at the University of Tokyo going?"

"everything is fine."

"Well, if you need any help..." Wisteria paused abruptly, then chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Principal Suzuki has my phone number; I'm always ready to assist you."

"You flatter me, I wouldn't dare trouble you."

"You are all role models for Toyosaki, so I won't bother you any longer."

Throughout the entire process, Representative Zifang behaved very appropriately.

It was completely unlike his son's effeminate manner.

But the insincere politeness and pretentiousness he exuded, typical of politicians, was utterly nauseating.

"So he really is... a congressman."

Aoba looked at the business card in her hand and smiled gently.

He handed it to Futaro.

What are you going to do with me?

"They said they'd be ready to serve you anytime, so of course we should take good care of it. We might as well use this kind of relationship."

The two joked around, their gloom from the waiting room dissipating.

now.

The lecture in the auditorium seemed to have already begun.

Perhaps because the current principal is Sonoko Suzuki, her speech ended abruptly in less than five minutes.

The host announces the program.

Amidst applause and cheers, Futaro took a deep breath and walked towards the lectern on the stage in the auditorium.

Do your best, Futaro.

Aoba stood behind the curtain backstage, quietly watching everything.

Talent does not determine a person's life.

Having reached this point through your own hard work, you have unknowingly become a role model for most people.

Chapter 164 Tearing Off Faces! Wisteria's Probing Questions!

You've gotten this far through your own hard work, and no matter what, you've already surpassed most people.

Effort itself is a talent.

Aoba stood backstage, looked at Futaro, who was somewhat dazed on the stage, and smiled slightly.

The two met in high school when they were scrambling for the last discounted fried noodle bread in the cafeteria.

Futaro's diligence in his studies is comparable to that of Aoba, the chef, in his previous life.

Without extra tutoring or teacher guidance, he was one of only two top students besides Aoba who were able to get into Tokyo University.

Perhaps, as he himself assessed, he did not have any particularly outstanding talent or ability in his studies.

But the ability to persevere and work hard day after day for many years is also a kind of talent.

However, this talent became increasingly insignificant after witnessing things far beyond his own worldview and understanding.

He was so humble that he no longer even acknowledged it himself.

If he lets these emotions run wild, one day in the future he might really fall into the same trap as his senior and become a complete freak.

Sometimes, all it takes to combat this feeling is a little help from the outside world.

"Principal Suzuki, your school truly has a wealth of talented people."

Below the auditorium.

Representative Wisteria looked at Futaro on the platform and complimented him.

Suzuki Kaijo's face remained stern, even as he faced the flattery of the current most popular councilor in his district.

"Councilor Wisteria, I have already stepped down."

He shook his head, his attitude toward spending silver dollars was very firm.

"Besides, Futaro's achievements are all due to his own efforts, and have little to do with me or Toyosaki."

He has been teaching for over forty years and has seen countless exceptionally talented students while working on the front lines of education.