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

"It's alright!" Kuramochi Sakura clapped her hands. "I've never done makeup for a boy before, so I'll give it a try today."

"What? A man should be strong; a true man is ready to die..."

......

Are you sure guys should wear blush too?

As the brush drew closer, Shiraishi Sawa asked in confusion.

Convinced by the noble cause of "showing the best in the MV"—or rather, coercion—and with Yuko Takanashi's pleading eyes, Shiraishi Sawa Hide sat there helplessly, letting the two do as they pleased.

"Yes, let's try it first, and if it doesn't work, then we can uninstall it."

"These are all the cosmetics I have here, what a pity," Takanashi said regretfully.

"If only this were at my house, I could play... and help Shiraishi-kun with his makeup." Kuramochi Sakura also felt regretful.

She did say the word 'play,' right? She was just playing with herself, wasn't she? Shiraishi Sawa's eyes widened.

I don't know where Takanashi Yuuko got so many cosmetics. Although most of them are samples, I've never seen them before when I went to her room.

The two girls were very close to him, and now it was Kuramochi Sakura who was 'playing' with him, carefully applying blush to Shiraishi Sawa's cheekbones.

Takanashi Yuuko, who no longer distinguished between men and women, leaned against his shoulder, shifting her weight onto him, and carefully looked at his face.

Everything I touched was warm and moist.

It's not like she hasn't seen it before; in fact, she must have watched it all while she was sleeping.

Two different fragrances mingled together, lingering around the nose—somewhat like a garden hidden in the forest in spring.

Shiraishi Sawa didn't have a mirror, so he didn't know what his face looked like.

But when Kuramochi Sakura took out a bright red lipstick and tried to put it on her lips, Shiraishi Sawa knew that her face was probably not being taken seriously.

What happened to the saying that Japanese girls are all very good at makeup?

"Cough cough cough, Kuramochi-san, how about we let Takanashi do my makeup?" Shiraishi Sawa covered his mouth, refusing to take the lipstick.

After all, Shiraishi Sawa was quite satisfied with Takanashi Yuko's makeup today; it was truly the icing on the cake, adding a jewel to the crown.

"Shiraishi-kun, you don't believe me?" Kuramochi Sakura pouted. They were so close that Shiraishi Sawa could see the fine downy hairs on her cheeks.

“You’re right, I don’t trust you at all because you refused to give me the mirror,” Shiraishi Sawa said, unmoved by his words.

"Okay." Kuramochi Sakura lowered her head, touched her brow, and said, suppressing a laugh.

Oh no, my face is ruined.

So when Yuko Takanashi sat down directly in front of her, she first looked at her face seriously for three seconds, then pursed her lips, very restrained.

However, she has not received professional training, and she will still laugh when she encounters something very funny.

The girl leaned forward, and Shiraishi Sawah caught her shoulders, watching her laugh until she was shaking.

Smiles are contagious, and Kuramochi Sakura, who was already smiling, became even more unrestrained with her laughter.

Only the person involved, Shiraishi Sawa, expressed his inner thoughts: Regret, I really regret it. I shouldn't have trusted women.

Shiraishi Sawamura shook the still-laughing Takanashi Yuuko:

"Moshi moshi, Yuko, can you tell me what you're laughing at?"

Mimi, who was lying on her bed, heard her dad calling her and ran over excitedly, jumping onto the sofa. But seeing her dad's strange appearance, she was a little scared and didn't dare to get close.

"Shiraishi... classmate, you... go look in the mirror, here are makeup remover wipes... and makeup remover." Takanashi Yuko's voice was still trembling from laughing.

Taking the two makeup removal tools handed to him, Shiraishi Sawamura silently walked into the bathroom and encountered the demon.

We are prepared, but preparation may not be enough.

The two girls betrayed Shiraishi Sawa's trust and taught him the harsh realities of the world.

--

No matter how much Kuramochi Sakura pleaded or begged, Shiraishi Sawa Hide didn't give her another chance to touch his face. Now, sitting in front of him, looking him over, was Takanashi Yuuko.

Her jade-like eyes were full of seriousness as she carefully observed Shiraishi Zexiu's face, her hand hesitating to make a move.

This put Shiraishi Sawah at ease.

"Well, Shiraishi-kun is so perfect, I can't even make a move on him. I think I'm just missing this one."

After careful consideration, Takanashi Yuuko said those words, then took out a beauty mark pen and placed a beauty mark under Shiraishi Sawa's eye.

"It's okay, I've had enough fun." Kuramochi Sakura, who was sitting next to her and forbidden from touching anything, waved her hand, indicating that she was very satisfied with this 'makeup'.

The difference between satisfaction and dissatisfaction is just a mole.

Takanashi Yuuko starts tugging at Shiraishizawa Hide's hair, and taking advantage of this moment, Shiraishizawa Hide asks Kuramochi Sakura:

"Director, we need to start filming now, my schedule is very full."

"Okay, okay, let's film now." Kuramochi Sakura finally remembered the important matter, jumped off the sofa, and walked to the door.

"This scene shows you, Shiraishi-kun, walking out of your house. Remember to keep a blank expression, like you have no interest in the world, and then look intently into the distance..."

Once Kuramochi Sakura got down to business, she became surprisingly serious. She took out a few pieces of paper from her pocket and earnestly explained their contents and requirements to Shiraishi Sawa.

Although it had already been written in the script given to Shiraishi Sawa, Shiraishi Sawa did not interrupt. He listened attentively and nodded in response from time to time.

“Okay, I understand. Let’s start filming the first shot.” ​​Shiraishi Sawa said after Kuramochi Sakura finished speaking.

"Okay!" Kuramochi Sakura stepped outside the door, ready to film.

Shiraishi Zexiu slung his bag over his shoulder and made a gesture as if he was going to school.

As required by the script, he pushed open the door, looked up at the sky, and then walked towards the stairwell.

"Are you done?"

"No, Shiraishi-kun, this view looks better from eye level. I... I'm too short. And there doesn't seem to be enough space by the door to put a camera."

Kuramochi Sakura was already watching the video recorded by the DSLR camera, and then said with a hint of helplessness.

"How about we let Takanashi hold it and then raise his hand high?" Shiraishi Sawa suggested.

"No, I've been studying photography these past few days, so this has to be left to me. Mr. Shiraishi, could you please get me a chair from your apartment so I can stand on it to take the picture?"

"Alright." Shiraishi Zexiu glanced at the height of the corridor handrail; he figured he shouldn't fall out. He waved towards the apartment building.

"Takanashi, come out here for a moment, and bring a chair from the restaurant with you. Keep an eye on Kuramochi-san when we're filming, so she doesn't fall off the chair."

"I understand." Soon, Takanashi Yuuko carried a chair to the door, held down the chair legs, and let Kuramochi Sakura stand on it.

"Act One, Second Time, Action!" Although the group looked unprofessional, Shiraishi Sawa said with a smile before walking back to the room to add a sense of ceremony.

.....

"How was it this time?" Even after solving the perspective problem, Shiraishi Sawa still went through it three times, without getting it right on the first try.

There was no annoyance; after all, that's how it is when you're shooting. Seeing that Kuramochi Sakura hadn't said anything for the third time and was just staring at the DSLR, he went up and asked.

"This time it feels completely usable!" After watching the video twice, Kuramochi Sakura excitedly said, putting down the DSLR and raising her hands.

Takanashi Yuuko and Shiraishi Sawa Hide understand each other, and the three of them give each other a high five.

After all, this was the first shot successfully filmed for the music video.

"And then, Director." Shiraishi Sawa noticed that when Kuramochi Sakura was called 'Director,' the corners of her mouth would involuntarily turn up, so he just went along with it.

Anyway, it doesn't do her any harm, and it's quite interesting—because she'll deliberately put on a serious face to fit the role, which clashes with the corners of her mouth.

"There are two tasks ahead. One is to film the scenes of you and Youzi missing each other when you are alone after you meet and fall in love with each other. When you do that, we will take pictures of you with beautiful scenery, one after another, in a sync and gradient effect. That should have a good effect."

Another scene is when Yuko is moving away from Tokyo. Shiraishi-kun, you chase her to the building below her apartment, which is right here, and just then you see her get into a car and drive away, so you start chasing after her.

"Where do you miss her?" Shiraishi Sawa asked, as the script didn't specify.

“There are many: in bed, at school, on the way home... any fragment of life is fine.” Kuramochi Sakura listed examples on her fingers, then said, “Right now, let’s film scenes of longing at home.”

"I see." After saying that, Shiraishi Sawah silently walked back to the apartment.

When Kuramochi Sakura followed her in, she saw Shiraishi Sawa carrying a mattress toward Takanashi Yuuko's room.

"Huh? What's this?" Kuramochi Sakura was clearly confused.

"We only have one air conditioner in our house, so we moved the bed to my room so we could use it when the air conditioner was on."

"Oh, okay." Kuramochi Sakura accepted this explanation, even though it was already early October.

"Looks like we'll have to do a thorough cleaning again," said Shiraishi Sawa, looking at the next room that had almost become a storage room.

--

Shiraishi Zexiu held the back of his head with both hands, leaning against the headboard, watching the clouds drift slowly outside the window.

His eyes trembled slightly, then his lips pursed, and he sighed silently. He picked up a well-preserved photograph from the bedside table, wiping away imaginary dust with his fingers, and a smile began to spread across his face.

"Crack!"

The footage from the camera that had been brought up was paused, and in that moment, the sunlight lingered perfectly on Shiraishi Sawa's captivating profile.

It's wallpaper-worthy.

"Just like Yuuko, you got it in one go! This will speed things up a lot!" Kuramochi Sakura jumped up excitedly.

"You two acted so realistically! You're amazing! You both have the talent to be actors!" The director began praising his two actors.

Because it's like they're playing themselves.

Chapter 225 Neighbor's Foreplay Kiss

(Thanks to Tanggujia for the 10000 coins reward, I still owe 4,000)

(Thanks to "Stars Have All Fell" for the 5390 points; I owe them 2000. Also, a special thank you to this guy for promoting this book; I owe him two words—thank you.)

"Takayuki, what are you doing, Shiraishi? Are you filming a movie?" Neighbor Mizue Ueyama had been standing by watching for a long time.

Because Shiraishi Sawa, who was on the sidewalk ahead, was running wildly toward the camera not far in front of him. Every time he ran a certain distance, he had to go back and run it all over again, following the gestures made by the girl next to the camera.

"Pretty much, Aunt Ueyama, we're filming a movie for the school's cultural festival." There was no need to argue with the elders about the difference between a music video and a movie, so Yuko Takanashi simply said that they were filming a movie.

"Wow, you two are really impressive, making movies at such a young age. But that girl looks very professional too."

Kuramochi Sakura told herself that she must not be smug, and especially not to laugh.