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

This was the longest segment of filming.

"That's fine," the two girls nodded in unison, which finally made Shiraishi Sawah breathe a sigh of relief. He retracted his previous nonchalant attitude, realizing that holding the camera for so long was tiring.

"Let's shoot one last shot. Baby Dog, have you memorized your script?"

"Me? Don't worry, there hasn't been a single mistake. I didn't miss a single line in the next room."

"Do you think I don't know that Sakura and the others are filming a music video and don't need to say any lines?" Chiyo Ichii rubbed her forehead and sighed.

"However, Shiraishi's memory is indeed quite good. Although he is not very diligent, the fact that he was able to achieve such a high ranking in the All-Around Knowledge Competition proves his ability."

Suga Muren paused halfway through her sentence.

“Su Wo, don’t give him face. You can just say he’s lazy, and he won’t dare to argue.”

“No,” Shiraishi Sawa, unconcerned about being attacked, walked to his designated spot. “President, you don’t need to speak up for me. This fox knows perfectly well that in the last scene, I only have one line. She’s mocking me.”

This person has a really sharp tongue; President, don't learn bad things from her.

"I understand." Soga Wulian gently kicked the snow in front of her into a small snow cone and nodded.

But even if I wanted to learn, I couldn't.

"We can begin now. Ladies, please return to your seats." Kurosawa Yuki, the only outsider on the scene, urged. She couldn't fit in at all and didn't want to fit in; she just wanted to finish her work as soon as possible.

She was the only working woman, but thankfully she received overtime pay.

--

The two girls in front of him remained silent, their heads slightly turned to the outside, as if they didn't want to look at each other. Slowly, they approached Shiraishi Sawa together, each holding an envelope in their hand.

As snowflakes drifted down, the world grew quieter and quieter, gradually disappearing into the whiteness, as if everything would be sealed away.

The only sound was the faint tinkling of the girl's shoes as they crunched through the snow.

Shiraishi Zexiu looked somewhat nervous and confused as he stared at the two of them, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

......

Two envelopes were simultaneously handed to Shiraishi Zexiu.

"Zexiu-kun, please choose one." Suga Wulian's voice was no longer cold and monotonous, but full of emotion—conflict, longing, and tension.

“Or rather,” Chiyo Ichiri beside him laughed, but her words were so cold, “Sawa-kun, please do me the trouble of abandoning one of them.”

The two girls then walked away in silence, giving the spot directly in front of Shiraishi Sawa to Kurosawa Yuki and the camera.

The two girls didn't immediately focus on the recording camera footage, but instead looked at the envelope in their hands.

Above, according to the plot, there is a heart and the words "To Mr. Shiraishi".

--

Shiraishi Sawa raised his hand, very slowly, so slowly that it was unbearably affected, so slowly that his hand was covered with snowflakes, so slowly that the snowflakes even began to melt.

Two streams of melted snow flowed down from the corners of Shiraishi Zexiu's eyes, converging at his chin.

"I choose..."

“That’s fine,” said Yuki Kurosawa, who was in charge of filming.

“Then I choose to have them all!” Shiraishi Zexiu let out a long sigh, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said with a smile.

The moment the words left his mouth, two snowballs flew simultaneously onto Shiraishi Sawa's head.

Shiraishi Sawa Hide walked towards the direction the snowball had flown—there were two smiling girls there, giving each other the middle finger, wiping the snow and tears from their faces.

--

"How was it?" Shiraishi Zexiu sat on the ground, looking at the two girls who had finished watching the last video and were deep in thought, and asked.

“I think it’s fine.” The two girls exchanged a glance and came to the same conclusion.

"So, that means filming is finished?" Shiraishi Zexiu tentatively asked.

"Yeah, filming's wrapped up. I'll have a professional do the editing..." Before Chiyo could finish speaking, several soft snowballs exploded on her face and landed on her heaving chest.

Also hit was Soga Kirei, who hadn't said a word.

The culprit, Shiraishi Zexiu, stood up triumphantly, behind him were dozens of snowballs he had just kneaded while squatting on the ground.

This was a premeditated 'terrorist attack'.

Looking at the two still in a daze, Shiraishi Sawa laughed wildly, like a villain who was about to be defeated in the second episode of a story.

He picked up a few more snowballs from the ground and threw them at the two girls, hitting them accurately.

All fear stems from insufficient firepower.

Seeing the fighting spirit in the eyes of the two girls—even the gentlest one, Soga Kirei, had already started to lower her head and knead snowballs.

Shiraishi Sawa quickly created space, deciding to win by brute force, since all fear stemmed from insufficient range.

Chiyo chuckled, seemingly seeing through Shiraishi Sawa's thoughts, "Kurosawa bodyguard, could you please hand me the gun?"

Shiraishi Sawa: "???"

"No way! Fox-san, are you kidding me? It's fine to have a snowball fight, but what's with the gun? The elevator door moved, I'm not playing anymore."

Shiraishi Sawa was hiding by the elevator door, observing the situation, planning to make a run for it if anything went wrong.

Chiyo looked at him with disdain.

Kurosawa Yuki was prepared, drawing guns from her sides—snowball guns for playing in the snow, the kind that can make four snowballs at once and then fire them one by one.

Unfortunately, there were only two, so the two girls each got one and are now squatting on the ground loading them.

Shiraishi Sawa stopped running away; he refused to believe that he was no match for this toy gun.

Moreover, he had seen it on TikTok; this gun was riddled with flaws, with poor range and accuracy, so he wasn't without a fighting chance.

......

"Baby dog, stop hiding, you're surrounded by the two of us."

Shiraishi Sawa, huddled behind the Snowman Brothers, stared at the snowball in his hand, unsure of what to do.

Even his snowman brother has been hit by countless balls and is no longer human-shaped.

He forgot one thing: once you enter a house, everything is the best, and the snow gun is no exception.

The speed, distance, and accuracy of this shot are vastly different from those of an ordinary snow gun.

"I surrender!"

There's no shame in surrendering when you can't win. Shiraishi Sawah threw the snowball aside and raised his hands.

The two girls on the other side were relatively 'merciful'; seeing that Shiraishi Sawa had surrendered, they temporarily stopped their attack.

The two girls approached, one in front and one behind, surrounding Shiraishi Sawa. Shiraishi Sawa sat cross-legged in the middle, being interrogated.

"Aren't you ashamed of your sneak attack? Are you prepared to commit seppuku?"

A gun was pointed at Shiraishi Sawa, and Chiyo asked.

"You were the one who hit me first, weren't you?" Shiraishi Sawa added weakly.

A snowball immediately flew to Shiraishi Sawa's chest, but unfortunately, it couldn't find a foothold like the two girls, and could only regretfully return to the ground, merging into the vast white expanse.

“This is torture of prisoners. And,” Shiraishi Sawa Hide turned to look behind him at the smiling girl who kept throwing snowballs at his back:

"President, how about we take a break and throw it again later?"

“It’s fun to bully Shiraishi-kun.” The girl tilted her head and said seriously, then threw another snowball at him.

Because of his overly sincere tone, he was very cute.

"You guys can only bully me in this kind of situation," Shiraishi Sawah said in despair, lying on the snow without any leggings this time. "There's nothing to cover me here, just me and my snowman brother."

The private cars and the station were in the corner furthest from the elevator, so Shiraishi Sawashu couldn't possibly run there.

“If we were in Aomori, with its slopes and canals, I could beat you even with snow guns, given my athleticism and throwing skills.”

Despite his narrow defeat, Shiraishi Zexiu remained defiant.

"Hmph." Chiyo scoffed dismissively. "Then I'll..."

"Don't disbelieve me, fox. I've already told you I'm the king of boys. This isn't just talk; they've all been conquered by my personal charm and strength."

Concerned about his own reputation, Shiraishi Sawa interrupted her and emphasized.

"If... if I want to go to Aomori Prefecture during winter break and have a snowball fight with Shiraishi-kun, can I stay at your house?"

A voice as clear as a spring came from behind. The owner of the voice looked down, his gaze shifting between the snow and Shiraishi Zexiu.

"Same here. That's pretty much what I was going to say. I'd like to see if you're really as strong as you claim. You'd better find your neighbors and friends soon and have them cover for you, so you don't get exposed later."

Upon entering Chiyo, it was natural to connect with Soga Kirei's words.

Shiraishi Zexiu was a little confused. He looked left and right, and tentatively asked, "Are you coming back with me at the beginning of winter break?"

Mingchuan's winter break started quite early; the exams were over around December 20th.

"How could that be? Of course, it will be after New Year's Day, and even then, it's not certain if I can go," Chiyo said. "If my parents knew I was spending the New Year with you guys, your village would be overrun by bodyguards immediately."

“I also need to spend the New Year with my mom first, but I’ll definitely be able to go after the New Year, the earliest being the 3rd,” Suga Wulian said to Shiraishi Zexiu after careful calculation.

Japan is deeply influenced by Chinese culture and used to use the lunar calendar and celebrate the Lunar New Year. However, due to some reasons, it changed and now only uses the Gregorian calendar. Celebrating New Year's Day is equivalent to celebrating the Chinese New Year.

For a moment, Shiraishi Zexiu couldn't make sense of what was happening. He had only wanted to find a suitable reason for today's defeat, so how did it turn out like this?

Is it good or bad?

“Okay, of course it’s good.” Half a second later, Shiraishi Zexiu nodded.

"Just let me know when you're coming. My house is a self-built building with plenty of rooms, but the accommodation is very basic. There's no way to make any special modifications. At most, there will be a new set of bedding. Please don't be too picky if you want to stay here."

The two girls had no objection to this at all; they were looking at each other.

--

After dinner, Chiyo sent two drivers to take the two of them home.

Stretching, Shiraishi Sawa looked at the sky, which was only dotted with stars, and said:

"The light of urban civilization, as always, obscured the stars. Although it was a clear night, only a few exceptionally bright stars could be seen scattered and faintly."

“1Q84,” Chiyo immediately said.