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

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Although they were said to be 'absent', in reality, the mother and daughter and Shiraishi Sawa still followed behind the main group, only forming a third group distinct from the two classes.

The way to visit the Osaka Museum of History is quite unique compared to other museums. The most recommended way is to start from the top tenth floor and gradually visit the lower floors.

So the group first took the elevator inside to the tenth floor. Because there were many people, they had to go in batches. Shiraishi Sawa and his two companions were the last group.

The elevator has light bronze-colored metal walls on both sides that clearly reflect the images of passengers, and a full-length mirror directly behind it.

Chiyo was wearing her Mingchuan Middle School uniform today. Although it was fitted, the length of the skirt was not reduced, so Shiraishi Sawa could only see a small section of her fair skin at her ankles.

"Shiraishi, when you're with a girl, guys should take the initiative to start a conversation, instead of just staring at Chiyo's legs." Because of the elevator wall's design, Ichigo Nao didn't need to look at Shiraishi Sawa to notice his gaze, and she gave him a 'thoughtful' reminder.

Chiyo glanced at Shiraishi Sawa with amusement upon hearing this, then pulled her long skirt up to reveal her entire calf: "Is this the kind of leg you want to see? Do you want me to pull it up even higher, baby dog?"

For Ichiriki, who has to undergo proper etiquette education from a young age, this was a very vulgar act, but Ichiriki Nao had no intention of lecturing Ichiriki Chiyo and continued to smile.

Anyway, there was no one else in the elevator.

"It's alright, but I think the bunny girl version is better." Shiraishi Zexiu remained unfazed even after being pointed out.

“I agree, Chiyo, I see you still have your clothes stored away, why don’t you wear them?” She immediately chimed in, referring to a topic that Nao was more interested in.

Chiyo put down her skirt and gave Shiraishizawa Hide, who was inside the metal wall, a thumbs-up: "This is a very hard reality to accept. I have nothing in common with you."

"Auntie, Chiyo gives you a thumbs up."

The elevator had arrived, and the three of them stepped out.

"Don't try to sow discord between me and Chiyo. We are a model mother and daughter."

The tenth floor is an ancient exhibition hall, featuring a replica of a Nara period palace in its original scale, along with neatly arranged civil and military officials and female officials. The students who arrived early had already dispersed to visit, some following the guides, while others curiously read the text descriptions.

"Auntie, I'm innocent! I didn't instigate anything. If I were lying, may this palace collapse in an instant!" Shiraishi Zexiu waited a second, "See, no, it didn't happen."

"The architectural aesthetics of ancient times don't seem very good," Nao Ichigo remarked as she looked at the palace.

"More than a thousand years ago, even if they wanted to be beautiful, they didn't have the means to build it." Shiraishizawa Hide wasn't interested in these things. After glancing at them, he turned his head away and whispered to Ichiyo:

"Auntie is interested in these trivial things?"

"No." Chiyo denied it very decisively.

"Then why is she visiting the museum? Is she going to write a travelogue about her school trip?"

"Women are complicated and changeable; she can see whatever she wants."

"It's hard to believe that your aunt is your mother. By the way, Chiyo-san, this hair clip doesn't suit you." Shiraishi Sawa took a close look at the blue hair clip on Chiyo's head, which had two small fluffy balls on it, and came to this conclusion.

"None of your business?" Chiyo walked quickly forward, then slowed down, turned her head and looked at him coldly, "Which one looks better?"

“I think,” Shiraishi Sawah said, rubbing his chin with one hand as he thought about it carefully, “fox, you’d be better suited to a pure black hair clip, or you could just go without one and have long, straight black hair that’s enough.”

"Your taste is so boring." Chiyo took off her hair clip and tossed it to Shiraishi Sawa. "Here, it's your birthday present this year."

"Thank you, I really like it, I will definitely buy it again next time."

"Then wear it on your head."

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate? I'm a grown man."

"100 days of gratitude."

"Sigh, I hope you can use your kindness for something worthwhile next time, Fox-san." Shiraishi Sawa Hide used the hair clip to sweep his bangs upwards and clip them together with the hair on top of his head.

"Pfft~" Chiyo covered her lips, her fox-like eyes narrowing into a beautiful arc, and let out a crisp laugh, her silky and shiny black hair swaying with it.

If you're used to someone having bangs, it can look really strange when they suddenly don't. That's exactly what Shiraishi Sawa is like right now.

Nao, who was walking ahead, turned around when she heard the sound and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Well, Shiraishi, this hair clip might not suit you. I'll bring you some better ones next time."

"You're too kind, Auntie. It would be more practical to send me some Ultraman figurines. By the way, I want Tiga's."

Shiraishi Zexiu dared not mention the money, fearing it would be another hundred million.

They quickly walked around the floor and the three of them followed the group down the stairs.

"What happened to you? Are you injured? Have you been to the hospital?" Chiyo asked with concern as she watched Shiraishi Sawa descend the stairs step by step, even reaching for the handrail. Her voice was slightly hurried.

"I'm not injured..." Shiraishizawa Hide recounted his experiences from last night in detail—except for the part where Kuramochi Sakura went to the toilet.

The worry in Chiyo's eyes dissipated, replaced by a renewed sense of amusement. "Looks like some people who always brag to me about their skills are actually just annoying guys in class."

"What do you know? That's envy, that's jealousy. That only proves how good I am."

However, his limping appearance was not very convincing.

Do you want me to help you walk?

"You're too light. If I pull too hard, I might make you fall. I'll hold the stairs for you."

I'll go back and work on my leg training! ...Never mind, leg training is too strenuous.

Nao walked ahead, her head swaying slightly from side to side with her steps, seemingly very happy, without any intention of speaking.

The ninth floor is a medieval exhibition hall, displaying models of water castles from the Edo period and scenes of people's daily lives.

Because it is only two hundred years old, it is much better than the buildings of the Nara period in terms of both precision and aesthetics. The next floor is an activity area where you can challenge yourself with archaeology and restore the relics and artifacts.

Unfortunately, the three of them lost even more interest in projects that required hands-on work and had no intention of participating at all.

But many students still chose to participate. With nothing to do, Shiraishi Zexiu looked around and finally saw something fun.

"Fox, Auntie, come quick!"

"what?"

It was a message board, already covered with sticky notes, but what really attracted Shiraishi Sawa was the large number of Chinese messages on it.

"What do these mean?" Chiyo Ichiriki asked, knowing that Hideki Shiraishizawa could speak Chinese.

"My experience in Japan: life is really good."

"On the 17th, Taillight and Rin visited (we're really good at playing LOL)."

"Most people with the QQ nickname 'sin' are old perverts, be careful."

"I've even considered using the message board to pad my word count."

.....

Shiraishizawa translated for them one by one, then picked up the notepad and pen next to him and began to write Chinese characters:

"Once you enter Chiyo, you're a pig in a fox's skin."

After sticking it on, I said to the two of them, "What I wrote is 'The weather is so nice today, I'm so happy.'"

Chiyo pulled out her phone and said with a smile:

“Baby Dog, although I don’t speak Chinese, I know how to write my name in Chinese. I’m familiar with the phrase ‘一入千代’ in this sentence. I’ll take a picture and translate it.”

“No,” Shiraishi Sawah said, blocking the note, “Chiyo-san, didn’t you see the sign at the entrance that says no photography inside the museum!”

"I'm not photographing cultural relics, move aside."

"No."

"Move aside, Shiraishi. I'd also like to know what you mean, but don't worry, I'll protect you." As Nao spoke, Shiraishi Sawah reluctantly moved aside.

If I had known that translation software existed, I wouldn't have written it myself.

Shiraishi Sawah has made another miscalculation.

Chapter 214 Will You Accompany Me to Victory?

(Thanks to Tanggujia for the 10200 points reward for the prologue, I still owe 4,000 words)

Finally, a new Chinese sentence was left on the message board:

"Shiraishi Sawa is a dog in dog's clothing."

After confirming the translation was correct using her phone, Chiyo posted the message on the message board with satisfaction.

"Auntie, didn't you just say you were going to protect me?" Shiraishi Zexiu complained as he walked down the stairs, holding onto the railing.

"But Chiyo didn't hurt you. I thought she would take advantage of your inability to run away and attack you directly."

"Thank you for your advice, Mother. I'll start now," Chiyo said.

"The scenery here is pretty good! That area is Osaka Castle Park!" Shiraishi Sawa quickly changed the subject, pointing to the window at the corner of the stairs.

Beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows, all the low-rise buildings appear tiny, not to mention the passing vehicles and pedestrians, which resemble moving tiny pixels.

Golden and dark green hues covered the interior of the park, with leaves and branches intertwined and crowded together, obscuring the ground and making it difficult to discern the main paths within the park.

The pond in the carefully maintained park has a clear light blue color. From the seventh floor, you can see a few floating white dots that adorn the scene—most likely the swans kept in the park.

Our second destination in the morning was Osaka Castle Park, because it's really close to the museum; we didn't even need a school bus, it was just a short walk away.

"It's really nice, a good place to rest." Nao Ichiriko agreed after looking around for a while.

"You don't need to change the subject, and I won't really hit you." Chiyo looked at Shiraishi Sawa with a slightly helpless expression. Shiraishi Sawa was pointing out the scenery to her mother and making comments together.

Shiraishi Zexiu ignored it; he had already learned his lesson the hard way last night, and he would let it slide this time.

The seventh floor is a modern exhibition hall, which recreates Shinsaibashi from the late Taisho period to the early Showa period. Unfortunately, it was under maintenance that day and we couldn't leave.

The sixth floor offered a kimono-dressing experience, and photography was allowed on this floor, which finally satisfied the students who prioritized taking photos when they came out to play. The sound of cameras was constant throughout the entire floor.

Shiraishi Sawa sat in the chair next to him, feeling as if a press conference was being held nearby. He wasn't participating in it—he simply couldn't muster any interest in cross-dressing.

"Auntie, aren't you going too?"

"No way, those clothes have been worn out and are filthy, I don't want them." Chiyo sat down next to him, took out a bottle of water from her bag, and sipped it slowly, revealing her swan-like neck.

"It's a pity they don't provide brand-new clothes here. I really wanted to see Chiyo wearing something different from her everyday clothes." Nao Ichiryu's face showed some regret.

Shiraishi Sawahide silently agreed.

"I'm going to the restroom," Shiraishi Zexiu said, standing up and looking at his classmates who were having a good time in the distance, who didn't seem to be stopping.

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After the floodgates were opened and the water was released, Shiraishi Sawa felt completely relieved.