So Ordinary I Want to Be Recognized

"..." Putting her daughter's performance in her eyes, Mrs. Yukinoshita sighed softly, "Yuno, I want to have a private chat with your sister... okay?"

"Okay, mother."

Yang Nai immediately stood up, looked at his sister who was not in the right state with some worry, and then... tentatively aimed at his mother.

"Do not worry."

The eldest daughter of the Yukinoshita family finally nodded and turned around.

"Xue Nai, tell mom the truth...you, do you hate mom?" Watching Yang Nao leave, Mrs. Yukinoshita spoke softly.

"..."

Mrs. Yukinoshita's eyes fell back on her daughter.

After a while, the girl biting her lip... gently shook her head.

"From the moment I was born, my fate should have been preordained. So... I don't hate my mother."

She simply hated who she was.

"The family business...has been unable to make ends meet for many years. If this continues, we will even lose the position of a member of parliament. Your father and I... have been struggling with this matter. So this time, the Futian family Being willing to support us is already a great favor to us. We... can't just show gratitude and not repay." Sighing again, Mrs. Yukinoshita expressed her difficulties.

"I know."

"Xue Nai didn't evade and resist this time...my mother was a little surprised, and she felt even more... guilty."

"People grow up, don't they?" Xue Nai who asked such a rhetorical question showed a slight wry smile.

The older I get, the more I understand how ridiculous my so-called resistance...is.

Maybe... In the eyes of my mother, I have always been such a rebellious daughter, right?

"The young master from the Futian branch...I've met him before. He's also a good-looking talent, with a personable demeanor, but... just a little flirtatious."

"En." The girl nodded, expressing obedience and understanding.

A little flirtatious... huh?

Mrs. Yukinoshita looked at her daughter with guilty eyes again.

But... the woman in charge of family affairs quickly closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, there was only coldness and determination in her eyes.

"Take a good rest, Yukino. Tomorrow...I will take you to visit Fukuda's house."

"I see...Mother."

Madam Yukinoshita stood up.

She never looked at her daughter again, but walked straight out of the living room.

......

at the same time.

"What's the matter, sister bee?" Mi Jinzhuo received a surprising call.

"Yukishita Ji...Did I contact you today?" Fengshao Ling on the other end of the phone said.

"No. Ministers usually don't contact me. What's wrong?" The worried boy put down his pen and stood up.

"Well. Today... she didn't come here, and... she didn't inform me in advance."

"Is that so? I'll contact the minister later to ask."

"It seems to be muted, and I didn't get through. So... I want to ask if you have any other contact methods."

"Contact information...I didn't come here either. But...that's right!" Suddenly, as if thinking of something, "Ms. Hiratsuka should know! I heard from the minister's sister the other day that she seems to know Hiratsuka Teacher, Miss Feng, you can call and ask!"

"Well, I understand. So... can you give me Hiratsuka Hime's contact information?"

"Huh? Sister Bee, you...didn't you get Hiratsuka-sensei's call?"

"Do I have to have her phone number?" For some reason, Feng Shaoling's flat voice carried a hint of strange emotion.

Like... murderous intent mixed with embarrassment?

Mizutaka trembled all over.

"No, it's nothing, I'll just ask! Then I'll give you Mr. Hiratsuka's phone number right away!"

"it is good."

After sending Hiratsuka-sensei's contact information, Yonezutaku who hung up the phone was greatly relieved.

I always feel... Sister Bee's attitude towards Mr. Hiratsuka is a bit special.

Chapter 120 Special Rewards

It took a morning to complete the assigned study tasks, and in the afternoon, it was the expected... baseball time.

I don't know when it started, but this sport has become a hobby of Mizutaka.

Although he has not played very well because of his lack of talent, he still had a lot of fun with this group of children who were slightly younger than him.

These guys never blamed him for those turnovers such as throwing balls and being intercepted by others. They only made regretful noises and clapped for him.