Sunday evening at nine o'clock, Tokyo Station was still bustling with people.
Wearing a shirt, Dubian Che was reading the original Spanish "Don Quixote" borrowed from Kiyono Lin. His expression was serious, occasionally lifting his head to look towards the ticket barriers.
He was studying hard but also didn't want to be easily disturbed.
The reason was simple.
The night breeze stirred by the passing Shinkansen trains would rustle his naturally long hair, and that's when infatuated girls would approach him for his Line.
Well, actually, it had nothing to do with the trains or whether his hair was blown by the night winds; he was just too handsome.
Memorizing an obscure Spanish word he had come across, preparing to look it up later, Dubian Che once again raised his head to glance at the ticket barriers.
A woman with dark skin and a slim, delicate figure caught his attention.
The woman scanned the station and, upon spotting Dubian Che, immediately smiled.
