He hailed a cab and arrived at his destination early.
On Saturday, Tokyo University's campus bustled with people, likely because of the concert.
Dubian Che stood at the entrance of the auditorium, looking at the posted program while waiting for the ladies.
He wore simple casual trousers and a black short-sleeved shirt, over which he had thrown a red, fashionable men's shirt with its buttons undone.
Standing in the campus, he fulfilled the world's fantasies of a sixteen-year-old boy's verdant years.
"Mr. Dubian, sorry to keep you waiting!" accompanied by a melodious tune, Jiutiao's mother and Kiyono's mother approached.
Kiyono's mother sported finely cut short hair, revealing a neck as youthful and radiant as a girl's, exuding intellect and elegance.
Jiutiao's mother wore jeans, a white short-sleeve, and a red baseball jacket—Dubian Che glanced at her several times, suspecting she might be wearing Meiji's clothes.
"Hello, mothers," Dubian Che greeted obediently.
