My daily life in love is too contrary to my character.

"I will go to the amusement park. I asked her before, and Meizi is very interested in thrilling rides like the drop tower."

As for the Ferris wheel, it's just to create an environment where there are only two people. It's not a marriage proposal, just a confession. If you like it, you'll agree. If you don't like it, you'll just have to work harder.

Furthermore, I plan to ride the Ferris wheel later in the evening, and I'll let them know in the group chat beforehand, under the guise of wanting to see the night view. That way, even if my confession fails, I can talk to you when we get off the Ferris wheel and quickly end today's activities. Meizi can talk to the president, so it won't be too awkward.

"Ugh, this is so annoying, I'm starting to get nervous."

"Alright, as long as you have a plan, that's fine. Minister, when do you plan to do it?"

"Give me more time to prepare before school starts."

"Should I tell the chairman sooner? How about two wingmen?" Shiraishi Sawa suddenly thought of Soga Kirei, whose unintentional assist last time was quite good.

"No need. I want to know as few people as possible about this plan. I'm afraid Miko will find out in advance. If we really can't spare the time, then we'll tell her."

“The president won’t betray us, I believe her,” Shiraishi Sawa said, putting in a good word for Soga Kirei.

"It's not a matter of whether I believe it or not, but this will ease my psychological burden a bit. Please."

"Alright, if the two presidents have no problem with the timing, I should be available, just not the 14th or 15th." Although he didn't quite understand why, since the other party was the main character, Shiraishi Sawa nodded to indicate that he understood.

I thought no one would ask me out this summer, but I feel like I'm even busier than Yuko Takanashi.

After painting the last yellowed area with bright white, Shiraishi Sawa took a step back and admired his masterpiece.

Perfect, all the work is done.

Shiraishi Zexiu and his classmates began to clean up the scene, moving the tables and chairs to their original positions and wiping them clean, and picking up the scattered tools to return them to the tool room.

--

Clearly, the two chairpersons had an exceptionally heavy workload on the last day, including verifying work results, compiling statistics on consumption, and returning borrowed tools, among other things.

Nearly an hour after everyone had finished their work, the two of them appeared, and they looked visibly tired.

"You've worked hard, President. Have some water."

Shiraishi Sawa handed Soga Kirei an opened bottle of water.

Soga Kirei took two sips, then handed the bottle back to Shiraishi Sawa, and followed Shimizu Yoshiko to the front of the crowd.

Although it was Shimizu Yoshiko who was speaking, Soga Kirei, as the student council president and the organizer of this part-time job, needed to stand on the stage.

Shiraishi Sawa showed little interest in Shimizu Yoshiko's summary of everyone's work, and walked off into thought until everyone's cheers subsided.

We didn't play ball today. The four of us went to a small restaurant for a celebratory dinner. The main reason we didn't go to a fancy restaurant was because Shiraishi Sawa and Oki Taichi's current situation was affecting the city's appearance.

At the dinner table, Taichi Oki took the opportunity to bring up the amusement park suggestion he had mentioned earlier, and the two girls expressed no objection to it.

The date was set for the day before school started, because Mingchuan Middle School started a few days later than other high schools, on the 25th. The 23rd was a Monday, a weekday, and since other high schools had already started, there would be far fewer people, making it a more suitable date.

--

"Takanashi, you don't need to wash these clothes today. My job as a painter is officially over. Besides, they're no longer usable as rags. I'll throw them away later."

"Okay! Do you want a massage again today?"

"Yes, of course I want it." Shiraishi Sawa was even considering how to get Takanashi Yuuko to massage him every day, which was much more comfortable than taking a bath.

"I understand. Just call me when you need me." Takanashi Yuuko, who was knitting, suddenly remembered something. "Oh, right, Shiraishi-kun, there's a package for you over there. I'll pick it up for you."

"Let me see."

Shiraishi Sawa walked towards the spot that Takanashi Yuko was pointing to.

Oh, Chiyo's birthday present has arrived.

Chapter 166 The Noble Young Master Shiraishi Zexiu

"Takanashi, are you really not going? Ichiri-san said you'd be very welcome to come." Shiraishi Sawa, who was tidying up, asked Takanashi Yuuko, who was swaying clay in the living room.

"I've already apologized to Ichijin-senpai on Line. Could you please repeat the apology to me in person today, Shiraishi-kun?" Takanashi Yuko looked up and gave an apologetic smile.

"I have a business order here, and today is the deadline. The materials only arrived today, so I don't have time. But I'll go tomorrow."

Shiraishi Sawah expressed his understanding, saying that although Chiyo would definitely be willing to pay the breach of contract penalty for Takanashi Yuko, the other party would certainly not accept it.

Moreover, Chiyo and Yuko Takanashi are not particularly familiar with each other.

I could only nod and give up, though I didn't know why they said I had to go tomorrow.

But time was running out, so Shiraishi Sawah quickly started changing his clothes.

Chiyo knew that Shiraishi Sawa only had one counterfeit dress, so yesterday she asked someone to send him a brand new custom-made one, and specifically said: she knew Shiraishi Sawa didn't care, but there was no need for others to gossip about it.

Shiraishi Sawa doesn't care; they're all just clothes.

I haven't worn that kimono in my closet since the Tanabata Festival.

I straightened my clothes in front of the mirror. They were a bit hot, but I figured the air conditioning would be on as soon as I got home, so it wouldn't be a big deal.

He ruffled his hair to make it look more voluminous, then carried the bag of gifts downstairs to hail a taxi.

There's no time to catch the subway or tram.

--

At 6:50, the taxi carrying Shiraishi Sawah finally approached the location of Chiyo's house.

It was nearly seven o'clock on a summer night, and the sky had already darkened, but from afar, Shiraishi Sawa could see the brightly lit villa standing among the trees like a lighthouse on the coast.

Luxury cars lined the entrance, and numerous waiters were waiting at the door. Whenever a guest got out of his own car, they would come forward to take the car keys and drive him to the private parking lot.

Shiraishi Sawa, riding in a taxi, seemed out of place.

"Baby dog, don't be shy, show your spirit!"

This was the last message Chiyo sent that afternoon.

The taxi driver opened the car door, and Shiraishi Sawa got out.

Even in such a setting, the boy with a natural smile still became the focus of attention for a moment.

The rule of the young nobleman: always smile and remain calm.

The ordinary taxi attracted extra attention from the passengers. Perhaps it was a privately modified taxi by a wealthy young man who prefers to keep a low profile. In this circle, it's not surprising how strange one's hobbies can be.

Out of politeness, everyone's gaze lingered on Shiraishi Zexiu for only a second before immediately shifting back.

Today, the villa was heavily guarded. Not only were there dozens of bodyguards at the inner and outer gates, but there was also a bodyguard standing every few meters along the villa fence. The biggest difference from the past was that all the bodyguards were carrying a pistol on their waists.

The gun handle gleamed brightly in the moonlight.

What a grand display!

Upon entering Chiyo's residence, she didn't check her birthday present at the door as she had promised on LINE. As expected, she remains the same untrustworthy fox-san.

Shiraishi Sawah habitually straightened his collar and walked towards the villa gate. He recognized one of the bodyguards as Nakano Satake.

"Good evening, Nakano bodyguard."

Shiraishi Sawa greeted him with a smile, but received no verbal response. Nakano Sake nodded slightly without looking at him.

Presumably because no mistakes could be made today, Shiraishi Sawa Hide did not feel slighted.

"Hello, please show me your invitation."

Very well, Shiraishi Sawa Hide doesn't have this thing at all.

"I'm sorry, Chiyo-san didn't mention that there would be an invitation when she invited me, so I don't have one."

"Please wait a moment, I'll go over there and make a call to verify." The bodyguard walked to the side, took out a cell phone from his chest, and started dialing.

Then Shiraishi Sawa saw the bodyguard let the other guests in without any hindrance, without asking them to show their invitations, and just searched them.

Shiraishi Zexiu frowned.

“It’s what the boss asked us to do,” Nakano Sake leaned forward slightly and said to Shiraishi Sawa in a very low voice, “The boss told us to hold you for five minutes before letting you in. Hope you don’t mind.”

It turns out that it was Ichiru Yumi's resentment that Shiraishi Sawah said he could understand it a little.

But I can't completely accept that. This isn't a reason for me to come here today and be intimidated. The guests who come and go look at me with curiosity in their eyes.

"You guys are too slow with the call, I'll just call Ichiru-san myself."

Shiraishi Sawa took out his phone, preparing to call on someone with a slightly higher status in the family than Ichiri Yumi to save the day, not caring whether this would cause a new round of family war, since it wasn't his own family anyway.

"No need, young master Shiraishi, please come with me."

Before Shiraishi Zexiu could even start searching for his contacts, a person walked briskly toward him, saying something as he did so.

Upon closer inspection, Shiraishi Sawa recognized him as Yoshioka Masaki, a butler he had met once before.

“Mr. Nakano, I am waiting here on the orders of the lady and young lady. They told me to bring Mr. Shiraishi in after I see him, so please make an exception.”

Having worked in this place for many years, Nakano Takeshi knew when to listen to whom. He gestured for the security guard who was pretending to make a phone call to come back, nodded to Yoshioka Masaki, and indicated that he could.

However, Shiraishi Sawa was still searched after entering to ensure there were no dangerous items before being allowed to leave.

"Greetings, Master Shiraishi. Although we may have met once before, you may not know my name. I am the butler of the Ichiriki family, and my full name is Yoshioka Masaki. Nice to meet you."

Masaki Yoshioka walked beside Hideaki Shiraishizawa, half a step behind, and spoke in a very humble tone.

"You're too kind, Butler Yoshioka. You can just call me Shiraishi."

To be honest, this was the first time in his life that Shiraishi Sawa had been called "young master," and it felt quite novel.

“That won’t do, Master Shiraishi.”

Since the other party insisted, Shiraishi Sawah didn't intend to force a change.

Inside the villa, Shiraishizawa saw that all the guests had given their gifts to a servant, so he was about to go up and hand over his bag as well, but Yoshioka Masaki stopped him.

"The young lady has given orders. She said that once you arrive, you should take the gift directly to her room."

Goodness, they're really going to check my gift directly? What if they're not satisfied and make me walk out of the villa and go home?

I doubt Chiyo could pull it off...

His eyes glanced at the gift in the bag he was carrying, and his confident, aristocratic smile turned slightly insecure.

Chapter 167 The Custom-Made [White Stone Treasure Box]

To Shiraishi Sawa's surprise, upon entering the villa, he found that the living room did not have the atmosphere of a banquet, and the decorations were the same as last time.