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

"No cheating allowed!"

"Understood." Chiyo tapped her cheek repeatedly with her slender fingers, as if she was thinking about something. Then she raised her eyebrows and looked at Shiraishi Sawa.

"What's wrong? I'm a member of both sides' teams. I'm not involved in your war." Shiraishi Zexiu decided to distance himself the moment he was targeted.

Who are these two? I don't know them at all.

"It has nothing to do with the war, but never mind, it might have something to do with it. Remember to come with us on Saturday night to take a picture of a poster, which we can hang at the door to attract customers."

“No problem.” Shiraishi Zexiu nodded.

Looking at Kuramochi Sakura, who seemed hesitant to speak and whose face was beginning to turn red, Shiraishi Sawa asked with a smile:

"Director Kuramochi, how about we take one too? That's my suggestion."

“You said it, I didn’t mean to plagiarize ‘Bad Woman’,” Kuramochi Sakura immediately accepted the offer and nodded vigorously.

"That's about it then, Kuramochi-san. What time should we meet on Saturday morning?"

"That shop opens at nine, so we can arrive around nine-thirty. If we don't have enough time, we'll just use the afternoon." Kuramochi Sakura crossed her non-existent chest and glanced at Ichiyo.

"Ah~ then let's leave it at that for now?"

Chiyo didn't notice the stare and stood up to stretch.

Plump legs, perky buttocks, and a chest that, when stretching, seems to surpass the height of Mount Everest—that's a bit of an exaggeration, but Mount Fuji probably does exist.

Shiraishi Sawa, intently appreciating the scene, pondered which mountain peak would be more suitable to describe it.

After all, if we were to use Mount Everest, there would be no words to describe Yuko Takanashi.

"Pervert, have you stared enough?" After stretching, Ichiyo noticed Shiraishi Sawa's unabashed gaze, but she wasn't annoyed at all. She bent down to look at Shiraishi Sawa and asked.

"What are you thinking about, fox? I was just thinking about how to take a perfect poster. You don't think I was looking at your figure, do you? You're all curvy, what's so attractive about that?"

Even if you stood right in front of me, I could go eight hours a day without looking at you.

"What about the remaining sixteen hours?"

"I'm thinking about how to take the perfect poster."

They are really boring.

Kuramochi Sakura felt that...

hateful!!!...

This is what Kuramochi Sakura thinks.

Chapter 229 Ghost Stories from the Recording Studio

"Is this temperature alright, Master?"

October 16th, Sunday, the weather was very pleasant, perfect for cats to roll around on the lawn and lie there all day.

It is eight o'clock in the morning, and Shiraishi Sawa is lying on Takanashi Yuko's lap, who is dressed in a maid outfit.

He could feel the edge of the white pantyhose on the back of his head, which was a little uncomfortable. After twisting a few times, Takanashi Yuuko seemed to notice this and pulled the pantyhose down below her knees, making Shiraishizawa Hide more comfortable.

Because of the mountain peaks, Shiraishi Sawa Hide couldn't see Takanashi Yuko's face, except when she bent down to feed him porridge.

"Yes, this temperature is just right."

"Then I'll blow this many breaths each time. By the way, do you want me to chant the spell like the other maids, Master?"

Takanashi Yuuko scooped up another spoonful of porridge, the rising steam dissipating into the air and disappearing without a trace.

"I don't need to do that, it's too awkward."

"Since it is the master's request, I will comply and will not recite it."

......

Such a corrupt scene was not something that Shiraishi Sawah actively requested; in fact, in a sense, it was something he was forced into doing.

Because today, compared to weekdays and the previous two weekends, I can get up a little later.

So today, after his morning run, Shiraishi Sawa chose to take a shower and then go back to sleep.

Then when I got up, I saw that Takanashi Yuuko was already dressed in a maid outfit and cooking porridge.

"Shiraishi," the girl in the maid outfit came out of the kitchen and asked when she saw that Shiraishi Sawa was awake, "Good morning, today's breakfast is porridge."

This is the entire process of the threat, and it is extremely dangerous.

Another reason is that Shiraishi Sawa is powerless against uniforms and is easily subdued by them.

Bunny girls, maids, nurses...

After the porridge cooled down, Shiraishi Sawa stopped letting Takanashi Yuko feed him. As he got up, he inadvertently climbed to the summit of Mount Everest, which made Takanashi Yuko's face turn slightly red.

"This was an accident."

After explaining, Shiraishi Sawa took the bowl of porridge from the girl and drank it all in one gulp.

"Time to go, little bird." It's time to head to the recording studio.

"I'm going to change my clothes."

--

In mid-October, the sky stretched out overhead, the sun shone brightly, and the sky was a deep blue.

When the two arrived in Shibuya, it was already 9:20. Kuramochi Sakura had not yet arrived, while Shiraishi Sawa and Takanashi Yuuko were waiting in the lobby of 'Dain Music'.

Shiraishi Sawa looked at his inner monologue, trying to find the feeling of the scene, but often while reciting it, he would start staring blankly at the bustling street in the distance.

Takanashi Yuuko was also holding her inner monologue book, reading it aloud, when she stared blankly at the boy nearby.

It's an odd pairing. When the few customers and staff in the store walk around, they subconsciously glance at them a few more times, and then feel that only the other person is worthy of the other.

"Ring ring ring".

The bells hanging on the eaves of the door ring out crisply as the main gate opens and closes.

"I'm here, phew~ 29 minutes, thankfully I'm not late."

Looking at the time on her phone, Kuramochi Sakura said breathlessly.

It was clear that Shi Zexiu had only seen her get out of a car not far away and run here.

Maybe... ten meters?

"Kuramochi-san, you need to train hard. Singing requires a lot of lung capacity."

"It's okay," Kuramochi Sakura waved her hand, indicating that everything was fine. "Here, we can even record it line by line and then piece it together. Yuuko, hug~"

Shiraishi Sawahide stood up, offering the small sofa to the two girls, and sat down on the chair next to it.

“You haven’t seen each other for a day, no, half a day. I suggest you go record the song first.”

"Yes, hello, please take us to room V2."

Kuramochi Sakura, who had been snuggling against Takanashi Yuuko, nodded upon hearing this, stood up, her expression gradually returning to normal, and spoke to the staff member who had been standing at the front desk.

"Okay, please follow me." The staff member adopted a very humble attitude.

Inside room V2, there was already a middle-aged man who looked somewhat old. Upon seeing the group enter, he immediately stood up, bowed, and introduced himself:

"Hello, I am Zang Qiyong, the sound engineer in charge of this music recording. Please take good care of me."

This is something that would be unlikely to happen in other mixing studios, but since there's a young lady by his side, nothing is surprising.

"Hello, Teacher Zang Qi, my name is Shiraishi Zexiu." Only Shiraishi Zexiu introduced himself.

"I already know the names of several of them, could you please introduce them again?"

The politeness bordered on humility.

"Shall we begin now, gentlemen?"

"Let's begin. Time is indeed running out, so Shiraishi-kun, you go first."

"Received, Director."

The group followed Zang Qiyong into the recording studio. Takanashi Yuko and Kuramochi Sakura were there out of curiosity; the room felt empty with only one person standing inside. The walls were made of ordinary-looking wooden planks, and the floor was covered with sound-absorbing cotton.

“This is where we’re recording,” Zang Qiyong said, leading Bai Shize Xiu to the microphone in front of the glass window.

"You can put your script here, Mr. Shiraishi. I took a look. You're recording a script, right? In a moment, you'll read it down line by line from your script. After you're done, look here."

Zang Qiyong pointed to the area below the glass window,

"A red light means this section needs to be read again. A green light means you can read the next sentence. If the light starts flashing, Mr. Shiraishi, please look at the display screen below. Ms. Kuramochi's comments will be displayed here. Microphone and headset usage instructions..."

Zang Qiyong began to explain the props in detail, while Kuramochi Sakura and Takanashi Yuko listened attentively.

"Okay, I understand. We can begin."

After the other three left and the door was closed, Shiraishizawa Shusai sensed something special about the place.

There was no sound.

He could clearly hear his own breathing. Through the thick glass window, Shiraishizawa Hide could see Kuramochi Sakura and Takanashi Yuuko's lips opening and closing, but no sound came in.

The green light turned on, indicating that Shiraishi Sawa could begin.

Taking a deep breath, Shiraishi Sawa began to adjust his world-weary state.

It's very simple. Just put yourself in the shoes of Yuko Takanashi from the original story and feel the despair she once experienced.

"This world is boring."

......

All the way through, except for a few lines that weren't urgent enough and didn't quite capture the feeling of the story, which were rejected by the director, Kuramochi Sakura, my work went very smoothly.

Shiraishi Sawah sat on a chair outside, watching the girl who was ready.

The instrumental track for "Spark" has started playing.

"Knock knock knock." There was a knock at the door. Bai Shize Xiu gestured to Zang Qi Zou, indicating that he would go open the door, and told him to continue working.

The staff wouldn't interrupt for no reason; once you enter Chiyo, you'll definitely choose to sleep.

As expected, standing outside the door was Soga Kirei, wearing an oversized top that could probably fit Shiraishi Sawa Hide, and a long white skirt that revealed her porcelain-white legs only at the ankles.