"Ding ding dong, ding ding dong, the bells go jingle all the way..."
"Meiji?"
"Fifteen minutes left."
"What fifteen minutes? July?" Sensitive to beginnings and ends of the month due to the system, Dubian Che asked.
"I told you, didn't I? I have to check your homework in July."
The sound of Jiutiao Meiji's voice from the other side of the phone, although lazy in tone, seemed spirited.
It would be noon on her side.
"Now?"
"Of course."
"Playing the oboe in the middle of the night will disturb the neighbors."
"That's your problem." There was no surprise in her capriciousness.
"...Alright. Just a moment."
Walking south from Dubian Che's rented apartment, getting close to the Marunouchi Line, one could see a stretch of moat.
Every evening, the riverbank is crowded with people cooling off and walking dogs, as well as street performers who, for some reason, are always singing sad songs like "Sakura wants to see you."
