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

I looked up at the bright moon and gazed at it until it hid behind the clouds.

She must be embarrassed by looking at her own face.

Shiraishi Sawa smoothed his hair from front to back, shook his head, struck a few poses, and then walked down the corridor with satisfaction.

The girl sitting in the opposite corridor stared straight at him, her eyes like evening stars.

Oh no, all my embarrassing actions have been seen.

Shiraishi Sawahide casually straightened his collar—though it was already neat to begin with.

"Ahem, Kuramochi-san, what are you doing sitting here all by yourself? Did you have a fight with Takanashi?"

The girl opposite was Kuramochi Sakura, who was sitting alone outside, looking rather pitiful, helpless, and frail.

If Shiraishi Sawa hadn't witnessed her handling of the bird's swimming in the river, she would surely have believed her first impression.

“We didn’t argue, but the girls in our class came to our room to talk late at night, and I thought it was noisy, so I came out.”

"Night Talk, what are you all talking about?"

Shiraishi Sawa walked to the opposite side and sat down next to Kuramochi Sakura.

Boys' late-night conversations are nothing more than games and girls, and they never get serious when they talk about girls.

“Talk about who you like, what your past romantic history is like, how you played with boys or were played with by boys, and whether you want to be a full-time housewife or an independent woman in the future.”

I didn't really care about talking about those things. The main problem was that they were really curious about what rich people's lives were like, and they kept bombarding me with questions. I got annoyed and slipped away.

"Got it, so you're leaving Takanashi to deal with all this by yourself, haha." Shiraishi Sawa had already roughly imagined these scenarios.

"Yuko is fine, she's just chatting normally. She seems quite interested in her classmates' relationships, so I didn't send them away. I think Yuko is a bit gossipy now."

"I see," Shiraishi Sawah said, remembering the purpose of his trip. "Kuramochi-san, would you like to grab a late-night snack? That's exactly why I came out. Ichiran Ramen, it's on me!"

Kuramochi Sakura tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded:

"Let's go, I'd like to eat something too, it's kind of boring sitting here."

Toriko-ju is not located in the center of Osaka's tourist area, so the scenery outside is rather desolate.

The night wind blew through the barren weeds and trees, and the young boy and girl walked side by side, their hair swaying slightly, their eyes brighter than the stars reflecting the moonlight.

Although it is somewhat remote, the price paid is the fresh air and comfortable environment.

Ichiran Ramen is a famous 24-hour ramen restaurant in Japan with many branches. Even here, there is one nearby, making it a great place to eat late at night.

However, it was Kuramochi Sakura who led the way—Shiraishi Sawa Hide couldn't find it even with the map.

"Shiraishi-kun, your terrible sense of direction seems to be getting a bit serious." The two had already arrived at the entrance of Ichiran Ramen, where only a few shops on the entire street were still faintly lit.

"It was an accident, an accident. I remember the way back, I'll lead the way." Shiraishi Zexiu scratched his head awkwardly.

The curtain was lifted, and the two people went inside.

"Welcome, thank you for your hard work."

The shop is not large, and there is only one row of seats. Apart from the two seats on the far two sides, each seat has partitions on both sides to protect the privacy of customers when there are many people.

"Welcome, guests. What would you like to order?" After the two were seated, the chef handed them a menu and a piece of paper through a small window in front of their seats—on which they could choose the level of spiciness, sourness, etc.

"Add an extra serving of char siu to your char siu ramen, Kuramochi-san, what about you?"

"Could you order me half a serving of ramen? I'm not particularly hungry," said Kuramochi Sakura after glancing at the menu.

"Okay, one extra serving of char siu ramen with two servings of tamako, two servings of char siu and two tamako, served in two separate bowls, one with more and one with less."

As for the separate packaging, it wasn't because Shiraishi Sawa was against the taboo of men and women touching each other, but because he wanted to add extra spice.

"Shiraishi-kun, ten spice levels, can you handle it?" She asked in surprise when she saw that Shiraishi Zexiu had written ×10 in the spiciness section of the paper.

"It's alright, I can handle spicy food pretty well."

If the spiciness level here weren't limited to a maximum of ten servings, Shiraishi Sawa would have continued to write more.

Because Japanese people are really intolerant of spicy food and their usual tastes are very mild, the spiciness of this dish is actually less than a small spoonful of chili sauce in Tianfu.

"Okay, please wait a moment, gentlemen." The chef collected the menus and papers, disappeared from the front desk, and returned to the kitchen.

The small restaurant was quiet for a moment, and Shiraishi Sawa could hear the mechanical sound of the lucky cat at the door swinging its arm.

Shiraishi Sawa suddenly realized that this was a good time to test the bet between her and Ichiyo Ichiriki.

"Kuramochi-san, how's your relationship with Ichiri-san lately?"

"With her? Nothing's changed. She's still as bad as ever. She's been with you guys all day, hasn't she? This woman is simply unreasonable."

When the topic of Chiyo came up, Kuramochi Sakura pursed her lower lip with her upper teeth, her cheeks puffed out in a huff.

"Ha~ Let's not talk about her then. Why are you all suddenly so interested in the cultural festival, and why are you preparing for it so early?" Shiraishi Sawah abandoned his direct approach.

"I wasn't planning on getting involved. It was Yuko who came up with the idea, and I found it very interesting."

I can shoot a music video and sing my own songs. I've never seriously participated in a cultural festival before. I always refused to participate in either class or club activities.

But this time, Yuko said she'd asked me to direct, which is way more fun than being her secretary! I don't intend to betray her trust!

Finally, Kuramochi Sakura puffed out her chest, which was barely visible and patted it with her soft little hands.

It had a lot of momentum, but it was completely uneventful.

However, Shiraishi Sawa received the information that Takanashi had said that he originally did not intend to participate.

"How about we have both departments work together to make a high-quality music video? And then credit both departments in the final credits?" Shiraishi Sawah posed this question.

"But I don't think we need that many girls. In music videos, whether it's a happy ending or a bad ending, it's enough that the male and female leads are inseparable. Do we need so many girls to create a harem? Besides, I don't want to work with bad women. No, no, no." Kuramochi Sakura shook her head violently.

Shiraishi Sawah frowned slightly, seemingly having failed to glean any useful information.

“Moreover,” Kuramochi Sakura continued, “Chiyo has absolutely no interest in the school festival. She’s just like me; I don’t think she’ll participate at all.”

His tone was very confident.

Kuramochi Sakura was right; after all, if Shiraishi Sawa hadn't brought it up, the High Heels Research Club would have almost been disbanded.

However, Shiraishi Sawah realized that the bet Chiyo had mentioned was not about the cultural festival with Kuramochi Sakura.

What is it about?

Let's not think about that for now; my mind is currently filled with that half-second image of pleading.

I can't forget even though I didn't use [Super Memory].

I can't shake them off.

"So, Shiraishi, come on over. I've heard a lot about you in Mingchuan. You're the school's heartthrob and the son of a yakuza boss. You're also known throughout the school for your character Yuko. I guarantee that the music video you made with Takanashi will be a huge hit."

Thankfully, his nickname hasn't been updated yet; it's not "Underworld Prince Dragon," so at least those bastards haven't spread the word to the girls.

Or rather, not yet.

“Okay.” Shiraishi Zexiu nodded.

"Hmm?" Kuramochi Sakura quickly turned her head and looked at Shiraishi Sawa's mouth. "There's nothing more to say, like 'but' or something."

"There's no turning back now. I promise I'll star as the male lead in your music video." Shiraishi Sawa and Asakura Mochi nodded with a smile.

The surrounding light couldn't compare to the sunshine in his smile; he was a truly beautiful young man.

"Don't you dare seduce me, Shiraishi-kun!" Kuramochi Sakura didn't freeze or go crazy like a normal girl. Instead, she moved her chair back, made an 'X' with her hands, and shouted.

Fortunately, there are no other customers in the store right now, otherwise Shiraishi Sawa would definitely be considered a strange person.

"It's not Kuramochi-san, how did my smile become seduction?" Shiraishi Sawahide said, pulling up his collar to cover his mouth, feeling annoyed.

"Sorry, sorry." Kuramochi Sakura scratched her head and pulled the chair back.

"Alright! Then I officially appoint Shiraishizawa Hideyoshi, the only male member of the top study club, as the sole male lead for the MV 'The MV I Haven't Decided to Name Yet.'" With a serious expression, Kuramochi Sakura finished speaking in one breath and began to pat her chest and breathe heavily.

"It's an honor, President! What about my salary?" Shiraishi Sawa asked seriously, his expression equally grave.

"How many do you want? Just name your number."

Why doesn't the young lady follow the rules... Shouldn't she just be dreaming?

“3000 yen,” Shiraishi Sawa said sheepishly, thinking, “Why not take it?”

“You can add another ten thousand without any problem,” Kuramochi Sakura said after hearing the number.

"That won't do, three thousand yen is already a huge sum of money."

Although at Ichiran, a bowl of chashu ramen costs 870 yen.

"Here are your noodles, gentlemen."

The chef carried two steaming bowls of noodles and placed them in front of the two people.

The two looked at each other, put their hands together, and said:

"I'm starting!"

"I'll start choosing songs and creating the storyline for my school trip," said Kuramochi Sakura, scooping up a spoonful of ramen soup and blowing on it to make the oil film on top swirl around the spoon.

"So you're in such a hurry? The exact date for the cultural festival hasn't even been set yet."

Unlike Wenya on the other side, Shiraishi Zexiu slurped up noodles in large mouthfuls and drank soup by picking up the bowl and making 'glug glug' sounds.

"Because I want to do this well, and it wasn't easy for you to become the male lead in the music video, I can't let you and Youzi down!"

“Kuramochi-san,” Shiraishi Sawah looked up, “it seems like you had a lot of trouble, didn’t you? You brought it up tonight, and I agreed in the middle of the night.”

"It seems so."

"Moreover, rounding it off, you've already succeeded!" Shiraishi Zexiu said earnestly.

"why?"

"Because Plato once said that a good beginning is half the battle, and Kuramochi-san, you have already achieved that, so you have already achieved 0.5 points of success, which rounds up to 1, so you have already succeeded."

Seeing Kuramochi Sakura still with noodles in her mouth but not moving, Shiraishi Sawa Hide always felt a sense of guilt for lying to a child.

Even though Kuramochi Sakura is older than herself.

"It seems to make sense, but there must be something wrong with it, right?" Kuramochi Sakura said hesitantly as she slowly sipped the noodles.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you, Kuramochi-san, will definitely succeed this time."

"Okay! I think so too."