And five minutes after the end of the fourth lesson, when I was about to go to the dining room with Raydon, Aneko called and graciously agreed to spend the evening with me. I was in shock. Although no, that's too strong a word. I was somewhat surprised, perhaps so. I am surprised both by the fact that she agreed, and by the fact that Ray's sister overcame the female habit of beating men to victory. The perfect woman. This is the second one I know in this world.
And only when I clicked off, I imagined how I, all so beautiful, was approaching Ohayashi's house. No less beautiful Aneko comes out to meet me, and we go together by public transport, getting to the place we need.
— Pf, kha-ha-ha.
— What are you doing? Raydon reacted to my sudden laughter.
— Just like that. Nothing. I thought I needed a car. With a driver.
"Don't you have one?" — the guy who didn't understand the reason of laughter asked.
— Do I look so much like a fucking major?
— You look like a cherry-colored jerk in a suit the price of the same car. With a driver.
— A... a-a-a ... — I waved my hand. — What can I say now. In general, I couldn't afford a car. Not because of finances, but because of... eh, for many reasons.
— I won't even ask what those reasons are.
I believe you, Ray, I believe you. And all because you're a well-bred high-born type.
— You go ahead and take our place in the dining room. And I'm going to call my little man here and catch up with you.
Taro didn't answer, which is surprising. What happened to him there? Without getting through to him, I contacted Tanaka, from whom I learned that Nemoto, it turns out, was in the hospital. But the most interesting thing is that he did not get there alone, but took Yamashita with him, thus ensuring the absence of my main competitor at the auction. And now what should I do: praise him or swear? However, I'm not swearing, I'll have to praise this jerk. Eh, what to do with the car? Finally, telling Tanaka to have someone go to Taro with a phone, he dialed a new number.
— Hello?
— Wrapper, are you busy right now? Are you very busy right now?
— Uh, no, why?
— Freeze everything for tonight and tonight, I'll need you. Although stop… In short, such things. By eight, at most by nine in the evening, I need an expensive car with a driver. You'll rent a car yourself, go right now. And warn Vasya that one of them will have to work as a respectable man's chauffeur tonight and most likely all night. That is, mine.
— But…
— It's important, so no arguments.
— I just wanted to say that Rymov has no rights.
— So this is Goro's fate for tonight.
— And if he can't, who knows what his business is?
— I hope that's not the case. But if anything, then Vasya-Vasya are just the most trusted, and so we have eight more guards there. Call them, I'm sure you'll find someone who wants to earn extra money.
— Why don't you look in Shidotemora?
— I don't trust many people there…
— Paranoid.
— ...and who I trust, those either have a small fighting rank, or they didn't come out with a muzzle.
— So you didn't call me from a fool? Oh-ho-ho, okay, I'll do it. You'll have a car and a driver.
— Gorgeous and by seven.
— Yes, yes. That's it, I'm off... wait, how about seven?
— Well, I was wrong, at nine I
already
the girl needs to be picked up.
— What else... everything. Fuck you, fuck me.
— Come on.
So, this is sorted out, you can have lunch.
"In general," I thought on the way to the dining room, "in any case, you need to buy a car so that you don't get into such situations anymore. Let it stand. And I will find a permanent driver one way or another."
— Sakurai Shinji!
Who's the loud one? I turn around and see Wakiya Teijo standing in the middle of the corridor and pointing at me. Imbecile.
— Hey! Stop ignoring me! Hey... wait, where are you going?!
— Fuck off, Wakiya, let me have lunch in peace, — I said to the guy who ran up to me.
— I need a rematch.
— And I have a million rubles.
— For the usual sparring?!
— It was a joke. Although no, wait, it's not a joke at all. If you want a rematch, take the money, and while there is no money, fuck off.
— Poor, unhappy commoner. I'm scared to think what you're going to do to pay for school.
"Don't think about it. Although you don't think so... then just keep quiet.
— Probably selling your clothes. And what? If it's as expensive as your form, you can live.
— It's good to make a moron out of yourself. Maybe it's funny to you, but I have a reputation here anyway. What do you want from me?
— How rude. I don't need anything but lunch.
— It's not rude, it's adequate. You haven't heard anything rude from me yet.
— Okay, okay... you can't even make a joke.
— Don't joke like that in front of my friends.
— That's enough already, I understand everything.
— Hundreds of years of reputation can sink into the abyss because of just one member of the genus and an hour of jokes.
— That's because you're a boring person. That's it, never mind.
— Never mind ... — I grumbled for order. — I'd like to punch you in the face. By the way, you were treated well, there is no trace of your former glory.
— And then! We are an ancient and rich family, and not some kind of just... everything, I'm silent.
Teijo was a close acquaintance with Raydon, so there was no need to introduce them. Somehow they were similar, these two. Probably with optimism. Someone has a little of it, someone has too much, and these two had the optimal amount of it - not a lot, not a little, but the very thing. So the dinner was held in a calm and cheerful atmosphere, which even the blonde Mina, who came with a Tire, could not spoil.
— What's wrong with your car? Figured it out? Raydon asked after swallowing a piece of fish.
— I gave instructions, and then we'll see.
— And then look, my sister doesn't run for luxury, but considering where you are going, she definitely won't sit in the garbage on wheels. Image and all that.
— Don't worry about that, a specialist will take care of the car. — It would be necessary to call back the Wrapper and remind about the class of the car. And then this specialist looks mainly at the quality.
—A car, Sister?" What are you talking about, Shinji? Sheena asked.
The older Koyama are like this… Koyama. Don't they tell her anything on purpose so that I can sort it out later?
— I'm going out into high society today, and Ray's sister will accompany me. Well, since I don't have a car yet, I'll have to rent one.
— Sister, then. "Damn you, damn old man! So that I could give you at least one more artifact... — The Upper world, then… Well, Aneko-san is a worthy couple for any appearance," Sheena finished smoothly enough.
That's what the sweet word "outsiders" and the aristocratic streak do. I hope that by the time she manages to pick me up, the passions will have cooled down, otherwise I will have to be rude, which I would not like.
— Poor Aneko-san... — Mina began and almost immediately fell silent, looking at the three guys looking at her in surprise.
"Since when?" Raydon asked.
- Maybe she meant... uh... - In general, I also join the question. —Don't worry, Mina-san," I chuckled. —
They'll feed her there.
— I'm not at all...
— Ah, that's what she's talking about, - Teijo said, taking another piece of meat with chopsticks. — And where, by the way, have you lathered up, or maybe they really won't feed you. Parties," the guy continued, throwing meat into his mouth, "are different.
— Crystal evening.
What a stupid name.
"Mm, is this the one that Prince Oama is organizing?" Vakiya asked, and after waiting for my nod, he thought. — Then yes, it's better to go there full. My father was there once, said that the food there was disgusting — alcohol and snacks. — And after I finished, I picked up another piece of meat.
Hmm... we must take into account. But now it's not that that matters, but the fact that Teijo meat pulls from my bento!
"You're driving yourself into debt, Wakiya.
—Oh, these poor commoners," Wakiya sighed.
— And spotted aristocrats stealing food from these beggars.
"Even I don't allow myself that," Raydon interjected. — Although I really want to.
As a result, they divided the leftovers of the bento among themselves for a couple, handing their half-eaten lunches to me. There are no words.
Sheena seemed to have calmed down and, looking at us, only shook her head disapprovingly. But Mina was completely upset, apparently, she finally began to understand her place in our company, due to her social status. After all, even I, it turns out, stand somewhere on the level of her father, and maybe even higher. I doubt that she or her father, although I won't say here, will ever get to a party of the level where I'm going today. And let her, like me yesterday, have not heard of any Crystal Evening, but she cannot not know the name of Prince Oama.
— By the way, Shinji, I hope you thought about the costume in advance, and not about the car? Sheena asked at the end of lunch.
— But, but. Let's not touch my brain. I also found out that I had to be at this party only yesterday after school.
— Oh! So you're there on business? And I thought you were just going to spend ten lakh rubles," Teijo said.
— Pf-kha-kha. — Mine looks like she's going to drown in her tea.
— Are you crazy or something? I answered the spotted one, squinting at Mine. — I am not an idiot and not a fan of poker to throw such money away.
"Shinji, what about the costume?"
— Yes, I have it, I have it. Even a few.
I shouldn't have done that.
— Then don't disappear after school today, we'll try to pick up an outfit for you.
— What about the club?
Well, you have to ask. I understand that it won't help, but still...
— I think one missed day won't make the weather.
And God be with her, I'll survive.
— Okay, then I'll call you as soon as I get home.
The selection of the costume was quite fast. I shouldn't have worried. Well, what is it, you say, to choose one suit out of five? Ha! You just don't know the Tire well! Fortunately, she knows how to distinguish between business and entertainment. This time I just tried on all the costumes, and she chose two. And after a couple more fittings, I finally determined the winner. It turned out to be a black three-piece suit with barely noticeable patterns on the vest.
— Okay, let it be this one. A-a-a, how everything infuriates! Do you even know what this Aneko of yours is going to wear?
Mine?
— No idea.
"What if she shows up in something... like that." I should have asked you what… Oh, I'm a fool. Who would tell you that? She probably doesn't even know herself yet.
— Sheena, beauty, calm down. The three-piece suit exists for you ladies to come in anything. Better think about how we would look if I came in something like that, and she in a ball gown.