I Refuse to Become Scumbag in Tokyo Chapter 617: Going Home 3

Chapter 617: Going Home 3

The lunch was good, and everyone was satisfied.

Then, it was time to go back.

After his father paid for the food, he brought him back home.

It had been a few months since he saw this house, but there weren’t many changes in his house. Everything was the same as how he had seen it a few months ago.

His house was located in a distinguished neighborhood where most directors, famous business owners, politicians, artists, athletes, or members of the Kyoto City a.s.sembly lived.

Their children were also his childhood friends.

Most of them stayed in the same school, from elementary to high school.

Only when they reached a university would they move to a different university, whether they continued to Kyoto University, came to Tokyo, or other universities. It was their choice.

However, the circle of the upper cla.s.s was really small since the people that he saw were similar to each other.

It was also why he decided to move to Tokyo since his reputation was already like this, and he didn’t want people to question his changes.

Honestly, it was troublesome.

The best path for him was to stay in Kyoto, but since he decided to move to Tokyo, his parents reluctantly agreed. However, it seemed their decision to agree to his decision was good since they could see the change in their son.

The connection, or his future, was something they could take care of since everyone knew each other, so even if his study wasn’t good, it didn’t really matter since his future could be easily solved.

This also made him realize how good it was to have a good family in this country, especially when the cla.s.s among everyone had been solidified.

Unless one was a true genius or had a talent in a certain area, such as literature, sports, or any creative works, it would be hard for them to break this barrier of cla.s.s among the people in this country.

A rich person in his previous life said, “if you are born poor, it isn’t your fault, but if you die poor, it is your fault.” It was easy for this rich person to say so since he was rich and was also born into a wealthy family.

If someone was born poor, it would be hard for them to get away from the poor.

If someone was born rich, it would be easy to become even richer.

It might seem weird, but if someone thought logically, it was quite easy to tell since the starting line between the rich and poor were so much different.

The rich had many things and facilitated with the best. They had a resource, the connection from their parents, and as long as they were slightly smarter than most people, their careers were already smooth, and it was easy for them to maintain their family’s wealth.

On the other hand, the poor might even have a hard time thinking about what they should eat tomorrow. They were already grateful that they could eat for a day. How could they have time to learn how to become rich?

If they were rich, they had to work harder than anyone and had their bodies full of blood, or else, it would be impossible for them to get rich.

Waking up earlier than anyone and sleeping later than anyone might be something every day for them if the poor wanted to become rich.

Being born into an Oga family was a privilege for him since the connection of an old family was far better than a new rich one.

Along the way, they still kept talking about his life in Tokyo since there were many things that they wanted to know.

However, when they arrived at his house, they stopped talking and welcomed him again.

“Welcome back!” 2x

“I am back.”

He wasn’t sure how often he said those words, but he looked at his house again.

Unlike Kyoto, where traditional houses exist everywhere, his house was built with modern minimalist, western architecture. The land was also s.p.a.cious, which was luxurious in Kyoto, where most streets were quite narrow, with only a single car could pa.s.s. It had two stories painted grey. The indoor carport was right on the side, which was enough for several cars, surrounded by a wall, and a metal gate, which could be reached with a short spiral of stairs.

If there was something unique about this house, it would be the black mono-pitch house, showing that this house was newly built and had a different design from the others.

In a place where the price of land and house were ridiculously high, it was amazing that his father could buy such a large house at a young age. It also wasn’t an installment payment, and the payment was already completed.

However, his father was an executive of the Kyoto Bank, and in that position, while what was written on the tax, he only got a so-so salary. The truth was his income was more than that since he enjoyed the benefit of everyone in that position.

As for how high his father’s real income was, he wasn’t sure, but it should be more than 100 million yen.

Many people might think it was too much, but this was how the bank or many companies worked. They pampered the people in high positions.

Yet compared to the time before the Lost Decade, this number was small.

In the prosperous era before the Lost Decade, this country enjoyed so much more.

Money wasn’t money. Instead, they were like paper that they could waste around. Many companies even encouraged their employees to use the money more. The university students who applied for a job would also get money for applying for a job. There were still many examples, but it would be too much if he wrote all of them.

It was the happiest era that one could ever think of!

However, that era ended, and everyone could only tighten their belt to live.

Naturally, it only affected the lives of the people at the bottom, but the people in the high position were okay.

After his father parked the car, the maid greeted all of them, especially Shishio, since it had been a while since she had seen him. Even though he said it was a maid, she was different from Roberta.

The maid was fairly old, and there was only one.

However, she had taken care of him since the baby, and it wouldn’t be wrong to say she was the second closest woman besides his mother.

Naturally, in family terms, it wasn’t a romantic one.

“You should come in too, Roberta. By the way, your room will be in the guest room first.”

“Yes.”

The maid guided Roberta to the room while asking about Shishio curiously since his change was so big!

“What do you think? Do you miss this house?” Shioriko, his mother, asked with a smile.

“Yeah, it’s been a while since I have been here.”

It was an explicable feeling, but he felt warm and nostalgic in this house. Even though it was only a few months that he had been away.

“Play with me first. Tell me about your life there,” his father said and walked toward the billiard room. There were many things that he wanted to ask his son, so he brought him to the billiard room.

“Okay.”

“Don’t play too long. He’s tired from the trip,” Shioriko said with a pout.

“I know. We’re just going to play one or two games.”

While his father talked with his mother, he observed the interior of the house.

Similar to the outside, the interior was designed with western architecture, with a wooden floor and soft carpets on the inside. The paintings and interior ornaments followed the western style. Yet strangely, when they were inside, the image that one got from this house was a j.a.panese style, focusing on the details from the corner and then to the main area.

Everything was arranged carefully to the details, yet it gave a comfy, warm, and welcoming feeling to anyone who entered.

He knew that this was because of his mother since she was the one who took care of the interior design.

After his father talked with his mother, he brought him to the billiard room, his favorite room.

He wasn’t sure why his father loved billiards so much, but it might be because he thought it was cool or something, which made him think that the blood of Chuunibyou on his body came from him.

While it was summer, the house was cool and comfortable.

The carpet still retained the residue of the cool night, which was so comfortable for his bare feet.

It also made him sigh, realizing how lucky he was, especially when he compared it to Sakurasou.

Shiina definitely wasn’t poor or even rich, considering her grandfather was a famous painter, and she also had met a prime minister, but the place she stayed was like an old shack.

Still, compared to the other houses on the edge of Tokyo, Sakurasou was a good place, especially with its low rent price.

However, shouldn’t her parents get her a better place?

Maybe, but if that wasn’t the case, he might not have met him, or it might be because of the setting of the original story since if Shiina didn’t move to Sakurasou, it would be impossible for Sorata to be together with such a girl.

Anyway, Sorata was already out of Shiina’s life, and it was impossible for them to be together.

Natsuo Fujii was in the same situation.

The only one left was Shiina Aki and Mitaka Ren, but it was because he didn’t move. If he made a move, their fate would be similar to Sorata’s or Natsuo’s.

“Here.”

His father suddenly threw the cue stick toward him.

His thoughts stopped as he caught the stick.

Observing the billiard room, he could tell that his father had invested so much in this room.

In the center of the room was a billiard table with an intricate design made from sandalwood, which gave a mix of floral, rich, balsamic, soft, and sweet scents.

However, unlike what one imagined, the primary ornament in this room was the picture of his great-grandfather in a military uniform and holding a military sword as a cane, facing distance indifferently, like a general ready to enter the battlefield and face death.

Overall, this room gave a relaxed feeling, but because of this painting, it caused indescribable solemnness.

When he decided to move to Tokyo, his father also brought him to play the billiard.

They might be playing billiards, but he definitely knew the purpose of his father was far from a friendly game between a son and a father.

The game between the two started while they did a small chat, but “very” quickly, his father gave him a sudden jab on his jaw.

“Is Roberta your woman now?”

“…….”