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

The washing machine contained a box of underwear that Shiraishi Sawa had bought yesterday while shopping. Shiraishi Sawa couldn't accept wearing such brand-new personal clothing directly, so he put them all in the washing machine yesterday. However, he was too busy and forgot to take them out to dry after spinning them dry.

"That's not what I meant, Shiraishi-kun..." Takanashi Yuko panicked upon seeing the message.

Seeing that Takanashi Yuuko looked like she was about to cry,

"I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just worried that you might not be able to accept encountering something like this. Don't overthink it."

Shiraishi Sawa took his laundry tub inside, retrieved all the underwear, and went to the balcony to hang them up.

"Excuse me, Shiraishi-kun, is there an oven here?" Takanashi Yuko asked Shiraishi Sawa after repeatedly looking around the kitchen and not seeing an oven.

Shiraishi Sawa, who was hanging up his underwear, didn't answer her, so Takanashi Yuko continued her search.

"Yes, it's in the cabinet on the lower left side of the refrigerator. I usually use the microwave and don't use the oven, so I put it away."

"Thank you very much. May I take it out and use it, Shiraishi-kun?"

"Yes, you can put it next to the rice cooker, where there is a power outlet."

Seeing that Yuuko Takanashi was having some difficulty moving the oven, Hideaki Shiraishi washed his hands after hanging it up and went into the kitchen.

"I'll do it."

After the oven was moved up, Yuko Takanashi seemed very happy, clasping her hands together and smiling broadly as she said:

"That way I can make a few dolls tonight and give them to everyone tomorrow! Because some classmates told me today that they wanted some special dolls. By the way, does Shiraishi mind if I bake the clay in the oven? If so, I can go buy another oven!"

“No need. I already said I don’t usually use an oven. This was brought from Uncle Hojo’s house when I rented it. Feel free to use it.” Shiraishi Sawa opened the refrigerator and gestured for Takanashi Yuuko to come over and take a look.

"Takanashi-kun, since you're living in Tokyo alone, you must know how to cook, right? How good are you?"

"Ah, yes, as for the skill level, my family always praises my cooking as very delicious, but I'm not sure if Shiraishi-kun will like it."

"There's definitely not enough food for the two of us," the ingredients were originally prepared as a week's worth for one person, but most of them were used up over the weekend to treat Chiyo Ichiru, and now there's hardly any left. "I'll go to the supermarket tomorrow and bring back some ingredients. Takanashi-kun can use whatever he wants."

"Thank you so much, Shiraishi-kun. I'm really sorry to have troubled you. I'll settle the bill with you later."

"No need, it's not much money. I'm also quite good at cooking. From now on, we can each take responsibility for three meals a week, and split the cost. This week, I'll buy the food and you can cook it. That's fair. However, I have to work on weekday evenings, so I don't cook or eat dinner at home. If you want to cook, Takanashi-kun, you can just cook your own meal."

"Then I'll pay more for the ingredients in the future. I feel that eating out in restaurants outside of Tokyo is too expensive," Yuko Takanashi said somewhat embarrassedly.

"No need. I have a big appetite, and I always eat more on weekends, so it will just offset each other. We can just share half."

"Thank you very much, Shiraishi-kun."

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After familiarizing himself with the apartment, Shiraishi Sawa took Takanashi Yuko's two suitcases to her own room so that she could unpack and arrange them herself.

Shiraishi Sawa sat on the sofa to rest for a while, gently rubbing his fingers, which were a little sore and numb from typing all the time.

Putting aside everything else, my typing speed has improved dramatically since the system started up.

He stretched and glanced at Yuko Takanashi's room.

"My life of living alone is over."

I stood up again, walked to the corner, picked up the exercise equipment, and began my daily routine.

Shiraishi Sawa, shirtless, emerged from the shower and noticed Takanashi Yuuko sitting on the sofa watching him, her face gradually turning red.

"Damn, thank goodness I still have the habit of wearing shorts."

After giving Yuko Takanashi an apologetic look, he went back to his room, put on a short-sleeved shirt, and came out again.

"I'm so sorry, Takanashi-san. I'm used to it, and I haven't quite adjusted yet to living with a girl all of a sudden."

"It's alright, Shiraishi-kun. Although Uncle Hojo assured me that my roommate wasn't bad, I was still really worried before. Now that I know it's you, Shiraishi-kun, I'm very happy."

Shiraishi Sawahide nodded, picked up the calligraphy copybook and continued practicing calligraphy. Today he was writing Mi Fu's "Li Taishi Tie". Despite living in Japan for so long, Shiraishi Sawahide still prefers ancient Chinese calligraphy.

"Grand Tutor Li received fourteen letters from Jingxian. Emperor Wu, Wang..."

While writing, Shiraishi Sawah could clearly feel that Takanashi Yuko seemed to be observing him, as if she had something to say.

So Shiraishi Sawah put down his pen.

"Does Takanashi have any questions, Miss?"

Takanashi Yuuko was a little awkward, placing her hands on her thighs, lowering her head slightly, and avoiding direct eye contact with Shiraishi Sawa.

"Yeah, Shiraishi-kun, can we still make a pact? It's not that I don't trust you, but it's just..."

"Sure," Shiraishi Sawah agreed before Takanashi Yuko could finish speaking. He didn't really care about it; as long as no mission was assigned, Shiraishi Sawah wasn't interested in Takanashi Yuko for the time being.

Even though she's a rare beauty, she still has to be alive to enjoy it, right?

"Takashi, just send me the agreement you want to make. I'll let you know if I have any objections."

1. Neither party may enter the other's room without permission.

2. No one may touch other people’s private property in public areas.

Messages started arriving one after another, but Shiraishi Sawah interrupted.

"Stop, Takanashi, please compile a list and send it to me. These kinds of messages will eventually be deleted."

"Understood, Shiraishi-kun, thank you."

Seeing that Yuko Takanashi had started typing thoughtfully on her phone, Hideaki Shiraishi stopped paying attention to her and continued to immerse himself in the "Li Taishi Calligraphy".

After copying a version in the style of Mi Fu, Shiraishi Zexiu was not satisfied, as it did not capture the spirit of Mi Fu at all. He then chose several other styles to write the "Li Taishi Post".

After finally writing a version that he was very satisfied with, Shiraishi Sawa took pictures of all the versions and sent them to Tokyo, who hadn't chatted with him for several days.

"Hey, Mr. Bored, which version do you like the most?"

"The third one."

"Great minds think alike, and the third one is the one I'm most satisfied with."

"However, I don't quite understand the text of this post; there are some words I haven't learned."

"Haha, it's classical Chinese, so it's normal not to understand it. I'm quite proficient in Chinese, so I usually enjoy practicing Chinese calligraphy."

"I can tell, Shiraishi-kun."

"And you, have you had any new works recently?"

Tokyo is so boring, so I sent you some photos of the "Chrysanthemum Picking Postscript".

"I've been practicing this post recently."

After talking for a while, Shiraishi Sawa found Tokyo rather boring. Usually, the city was always bustling with messages, but today he was the one doing most of the talking.

"Boring Jun, what's wrong? Are you in a bad mood? You seem to be talking much less today."

"Maybe it's because I want to give you more opportunities to speak. By the way, Shiraishi-kun, are you not very talkative in real life either?" Tokyo is so bored asked Shiraishi Sawashu.

"Pretty much. I don't have many friends, mostly boys. As for female friends in real life..."

Only the image of Chiyo Ichigo appeared in my mind.

"There's only one, right?"

"Really?!" Tokyo is very bored replied quickly.

"Why do I feel like you're having a lot of fun, Bored Guy? You're such a chatterbox, are you really good at talking and making friends in real life?"

"It should be about right..."

"Got it, Bored Guy, you don't have many friends in real life. It must be because you talk too much and annoy them! (laughing emoji)"

"Who said that!"

"Shiraishi-kun, I've compiled the list here. Shall I send it to you now?"

At that moment, Yuuko Takanashi asked a question.

"Okay, Takanashi-kun."

"Goodbye, Mr. Boredom. I have to go sign another contract. I've been forced to sign contracts lately, it's awful."

The message about Takanashi Yuuko has been sent out; Shiraishi Sawa Hide clicked to view it.

1. Neither party may enter the other's room without permission.

2. No one may touch other people's private property in public areas.

......

345. One should not throw large amounts of one's own trash into public trash cans; one should prioritize throwing trash into one's own room, and public trash cans should be emptied in rotation.

346. You must not borrow the other party's shampoo, shower gel, or other personal items without permission.

347. Both parties may add further items after further negotiation if they wish.

Shiraishi Sawa didn't read all of them. At first, they were all the normal agreements that roommates would make, but later, the hundreds of points basically emphasized that you should do your own things and not bother the other person or ask for their help.

The treaty didn't actually stipulate any punishments, but Shiraishi Sawa added at the end that violators would need to conduct a self-examination.

Like a pillow delivered to someone who's been sleeping, Shiraishi Sawa Hide didn't know why the other party had made the order, but he already had the same idea, so he decisively agreed.

"No problem, I agree to all these agreements. You can print them out and hang them in your apartment if you need."

"Thank you, Shiraishi-kun, but no need. I'm glad you can accept it. You can just keep it on your phone."

Shiraishi Sawah put away his calligraphy copybook and brush, took out a comic book, and sat down to read it.

Although there was more than enough room for another person on the sofa, Shiraishi Sawah felt it was unnecessary to do something that might make the other person overthink things.

Seeing that Shiraishi Sawa had stopped writing calligraphy and that a large area on the coffee table was empty, Yuuko Kotori ran back to her room and brought out a large pile of colorful polymer clay.

After placing a piece of cardboard to make sure the coffee table in the living room wouldn't get dirty, Yuko Takanashi set up her phone and began seriously making the doll.

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

"Moshi moshi, Sagawa Express, is Mr. Shiraishi here? There's a package for you." An unfamiliar male voice sounded from outside the door.

Shiraishi Sawa got up to open the door, signed his name, unpacked the package, and threw it into the living room trash can.

"I'll throw it away later."

Looking at the brand-new books in front of him, Shiraishi Sawah sighed.

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