I really don't want to be reborn.

Kyosuke's lips twitched slightly. Was she teasing him with that tone and gesture? Judging from her expression, it was a teasing where "the one teasing is completely unaware that their behavior is called teasing."

Her shifty eyes and the twin ponytails that swayed like fox tails clearly told him that she was deliberately playing a prank.

Her acting was truly superb.

Men and women are all actors.

There is a time to enter the stage and a time to leave the stage; everyone plays several roles in their life.

What kind of roles does she want to play? Japanese dramas? Korean dramas? Or American/European dramas?

What does this capricious woman with a hidden princess complex want to do?

"Kyosuke, don't look at me too much, or your Uncle Kogiso will beat me up... Setsuna-chan, come and have some soup. You really have to try this soup."

"Yes, thank you."

Xuecai took the soup bowl and took a small sip. Then she heard the boy sitting opposite her say three numbers.

"Eighty-four, fifty-seven, eighty-five."

The tone of his voice was just like that of his father, Daisuke, when he was seriously analyzing a case: "It should be right."

The younger sister, who had been silently eating, finally felt she had a chance to interject and quickly turned to her brother to ask, "What... do these numbers mean?"

"nothing."

"Say it, say it."

Kirino tugged at his clothes, her coquettish tone making Ogiso's eyelids twitch as he drank his soup.

Yoshino's mother glanced at her daughter, who was acting coquettishly, and smiled kindly: "You must be talking about Setsuna-chan's figure! But to be able to see such details so clearly at a glance, Kyosuke, are you really not going to become a policeman? You clearly have the qualifications... Oh my god!"

"puff--"

Before she could finish her rambling, Ogiso Setsuna couldn't help herself and sprayed a mouthful of fragrant soup onto Kousaka Kyosuke's face.

"..."

The mother and daughter were both stunned, but thankfully the person involved simply wiped her face calmly and said, "This soup... really tastes good."

…………

After dinner, Ogiso Setsuna was naturally assigned to Kirino's room for the night.

While the girl was taking a shower, Kirino sneaked into her brother's room and subtly inquired about their relationship.

Unfortunately, my sister is a bit dim-witted, so her so-called "indirect questioning" was practically no different from a direct interrogation.

"My sister, what exactly do you want to ask? Didn't I already tell you that this is the first time I've met her? Why are you being so jealous?"

"Waaah!"

Kirino blushed and loudly protested, "I'm not jealous!"

Then his voice, accompanied by a downcast expression, lowered: "You could tell the first time?"

Kyosuke Kosaka's heart skipped a beat. If he didn't know his sister was an idiot, he would have thought the question was, "You could tell that woman was hypocritical the first time you saw her?"

What are you talking about?

Kirino lowered her head: "My... measurements."

"I have unique visual inspection techniques."

"Then... what about mine?"

As she asked the question with shame, she noticed her brother looking at her strangely, as if he were looking at a lobster trying to avoid being thrown into a hot pot: "I see you every day, why do you think I wouldn't know your background?"

"Disgusting! Perverted!"

"So everything I do is considered abnormal, huh? Get out of here!"

After being sent away by her brother, Kirino angrily kicked his door, then returned to her room, where she was met with a slightly smiling gaze from Ogiso Setsuna, who was drying her hair.

"I...I just went to my brother's room to get something!"

Setsuna seemed to see through the weak and feeble rebuttal, and winked ambiguously: "It's okay, we have a good sibling relationship, so I'll understand."

Kirino, who can't play erotic games tonight, can only play on her phone in bed, while Ogiso is also playing on her phone.

She was asking the student council members who came to Chiba for the exchange program.

What attitude should we take towards tomorrow's joint performance?

The answer received seemed quite confident.

"Don't worry, Kogiso, our foreign aid will arrive tomorrow."

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Chapter Seventeen: My Lifelong Love is Long, Straight Black Hair

Early in the morning, the handsome young man with tea-colored hair walked out of the dormitory of Benzhan High School, which was used to entertain students from other schools, and did a few stretching exercises facing east.

Since it wasn't home and the environment was unfamiliar, coupled with his worries about today's joint performance between the two schools, he barely slept last night and was completely exhausted.

Has the guy we contacted shown up yet?

Just as the information I had gathered before indicated, the light music club at this high school is indeed the type that is very strong and extremely difficult to deal with.

Even with this mental preparation, his confidence was still shaken by yesterday's piano piece.

Can't compare.

The top young lady of Fengcheng University Affiliated School is impeccable in terms of appearance, temperament, and singing voice, but he knows it's no use. He can't compare to her; their fields are quite different.

As the head of the light music club at Mine City University Affiliated High School, he understood this very well.

He really didn't expect that there would be such people in high schools in Chiba.

Fengcheng University Affiliated High School has a so-called piano prodigy.

"No one is born a father, but some people are born a pianist."

His name is Takeya Iizuka. Beneath his handsome appearance lies a decisive and straightforward manner of speaking and acting. His personality is relatively delicate, and because of this, although his usual words and actions may seem careless, he immediately becomes calm and composed when faced with problems.

Yesterday afternoon, he contacted the reclusive girl at his school and asked her to come and help out.

To be honest, this request was a bit awkward for someone as popular as him, because he had tried to chat someone up before and was ruthlessly rejected.

Aloof, indifferent, violent, and unconventional—that's the piano prodigy who spent all her time sleeping on her desk. If he hadn't seen her by chance in the music room, he would have just thought she was a pretty, willful, and superficial woman.

For such people, a provocation tactic can be used.

Sure enough, he received a reply less than half an hour after I sent him the recording of yesterday afternoon's event.

Then, while visiting the Benzhan cultural festival, he waited anxiously, looking just like someone waiting for pigeon soup to be cooked.

"Cuckoo-"

That's the cooing of pigeons, that's the clanging of razor blades.

That's the sound of hunger...

Takeshi Iizuka rubbed his stomach, preparing to go out for dinner with his companions. The group passed by the boy who had played the piano yesterday.

"Hey, why is Xiaolan preparing a lunchbox for him?!"

"Hey, brother said last time he wanted to taste me..."

"Please watch your words. That last sentence was too vulgar."

The cute, middle school-aged girl tilted her head and smiled: "Kirino just cares too much about her brother, doesn't she?"

"No...no!"

He looked closely and saw two girls following behind the boy.

They're all beautiful girls!

envy!

I'm so envious!

Although Takeya Iizuka is very popular among girls, and he has a girlfriend in every class at school, those girls can't compare to the two girls who pass by.

Envious, Takeshi Iizuka could only console himself with, "It's okay, I still have a male friend, a best friend!"

I received the email before I even left the school gate. Relaxed, I looked at the girl with long, straight black hair who seemed to be sleeping on the bench at the station. I wanted to say "sleeping like a pig", but then I thought she wasn't that fat, so I said "sleeping like a dead person". But in the end, I felt that a dead person wasn't much better than a pig.

Combining the advantages of pigs and dead people...

"Hey, you dead pig, haven't you had enough sleep?"

The fierce young girl, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

His eyes were clear as crystal, like green mountains and clear waters, yet they were filled with weariness and extreme indifference.

…………

Mackerel, crumbly fish balls.

Ham and plum salad.

"Ran tastes amazing, much better than Kirino."

After finishing the soft and cute bento brought by Ran-chan, Mr. Kousaka Kyosuke showed an uncomfortable expression on his face, as if he had eaten too much. When he saw his sister push the bento she made herself in front of him with a blank expression, he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to pretend to be dead.

He had no choice but to use the same tactics he used against Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Um, Kirino, how about I savor this when I get home tonight?"

Kirino wasn't fooled: "Other brothers want to eat the bento boxes their sisters make, why is it that when it comes to you..."

He glanced at Xiaolan.

The younger sister raised her hand and swore, "It's definitely tastier than Xiaolan's."

Kyosuke Kosaka thought to himself, "How dare you talk about other people's brothers? Look at other people's sisters, like Tamaki, so innocent and lively, just like a little animal."

Look at Xiaolan, who is the same age as you. She is so well-behaved. She never worries, never gets angry, and never cries easily.

Then look at Doma Umaru...

Let's forget about that dried fish girl.

Even after moving to Tokyo, Taihei is probably still having a tough time.