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

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Chapter 240 The Roses Will Eventually Bloom (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

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Kuramochi Sakura's eyes, already as beautiful and rare as pearls, were now even wider than usual, gleaming with curiosity.

Shiraishi Sawa Hide could clearly see himself reflected in the girl's pupils.

After a half-second pause, Shiraishi Sawa asked:

Why do you ask that?

"These past few days, Chiyo, that wicked woman, has suddenly become very interested in this area and has been asking me questions. That's how I discovered and recalled a lot of details."

"For example, during the last school trip, when we went to Sennichiji Temple to pray for blessings, Yuko said that she didn't pray for a marriage but prayed for someone else's career."

When we were filming the music video, she said that the male lead could only be me, and if it wasn't me, she would only consider other girls. After the music video was finished, she took it from me immediately and watched it repeatedly three or four times in front of me.

Besides, you used to live in separate rooms, but then you ended up living in one room, and now I don't even know if you're sleeping in the same bed anymore.

She would often space out, and then suddenly she would laugh. After the rumors were debunked, she smiled and was happy much more often than before, and the kind of smile she had never seen before was quite different from any I had ever seen.

A few days ago, when you suggested we do a club retreat together, she gave me a look that hinted I should accept. She would never do that before; she always told me to do what I wanted.

Although I don't really understand love, I think this should be considered a sign that she likes you, Shiraishi-kun. You live with Yuuko, you know that, right?

At this point, Kuramochi Sakura suddenly covered her mouth, "Shiraishi-kun, you can't be unaware, so I haven't accidentally let Yuuko's secret slip out, have I?"

Shiraishi Sawa opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He was momentarily at a loss for words—whether to admit he knew or pretend he didn't.

Kuramochi Sakurai is probably the person Takanashi Yuuko spends the most time with besides herself, so it's not surprising that she realizes this.

"Yes, she likes me." As the words left his lips, Shiraishi Sawa Hideya had already made up his mind to tell her.

"Really?!" Kuramochi Sakura couldn't contain her excitement. "I'll ask Yuuko what it's like to be in love when I get back!"

"We are not dating."

"Huh?" Kuramochi Sakura froze. "Yuko looks so happy, but you two aren't together yet?"

"Yes."

“Well…” Kuramochi Sakura looked at Shiraishi Sawa's hands making a 'pause' gesture, and stopped herself from speaking.

"Children shouldn't ask so many questions. This is a strange matter; I don't even understand it myself. Knowing too much is not good for you."

"What do you mean I'm a child, Shiraishi-kun!" Kuramochi Sakura put her hands on her hips. "Me? I'm more than a year older than you! You're the child in front of me!"

However, Kuramochi Sakura had to tilt her head back so she could barely meet Shiraishi Sawa's gaze, which made her words unconvincing.

"Okay, sister, don't ask so many questions. By the way, don't tell anyone about this."

"If you won't tell me, I'll ask Yuuko. Who can I tell? What other friends do I have besides Yuuko?" Kuramochi Sakura adjusted her posture and crossed her arms.

"Me? Me? Didn't you ask me?" Shiraishi Zexiu pointed to himself.

"You're only half a person at most."

"Let's go, let's go. Thank you for the gift. Don't keep the two ladies waiting." Shiraishi Zexiu said.

"Do you want to face them?"

Looking at Kuramochi Sakura's sincere yet questioning gaze, Shiraishizawa Hide slapped his forehead:

"Oh right, Kuramochi-san, you're still smart. I was the stupid one."

"What is it that my precious daughter is smarter than Shiraishi-kun?" Kuramochi Mika pushed open the door, which was not closed, and poked her head out, which looked like she was only in her twenties, and asked curiously.

For a second, Shiraishi Sawa even wondered if she had only heard that one sentence, or if she had heard the whole thing.

"Sakura Rei has a very thorough understanding of life, which I lack. Mrs. Kuramochi, what brings you here?"

"Nao and I have been watching you guys for so long without you coming out. We're worried that Sakura Rei might end up like me, so we came to warn you."

“You’ve come at the perfect time,” Shiraishi Zexiu said as he stepped out of the room. “Your daughter almost tried to do something to me.”

"Who would have any ill intentions towards you?" Kuramochi Sakura really wanted to throw the Ultraman Tiga figure next to her at him, especially when she saw Shiraishi Sawa Hide's eyes looking at her after she said those words, as if to say 'Takanashi Yuuko'.

--

"Nao, do you think we, as elders, should also give Shiraishi a gift?" Kuramochi Mika said to Ichii Nao as the three of them returned to the dining table and sat down.

The three people who were making the cake in the kitchen had not returned yet.

“I think so, Shiraishi. I’ll give Chiyo to you as a birthday present, don’t be shy.” Nao thought for a second and decided to sell her daughter.

"Thank you, Auntie. Do you support a seven-day no-questions-asked return policy?"

"It won't work after you've used it."

“Auntie, you drove your car right over my face with your wheel.” Shiraishi Sawah was defeated.

"What is that?" Kuramochi Sakura, standing next to him, clearly hadn't understood what was happening.

"Then I'll give my daughter one too? Wouldn't that be too much of a trend?" Upon hearing this, Kuramochi Mika began to think 'seriously,' leaving Kuramochi Sakura completely speechless.

"If only Shiraishi-kun could drive, boys all like buying cars to play with, so giving him this would save us a lot of trouble."

The cars that ordinary people refer to as "buying cars for fun" are definitely toy cars, while the cars that Kuramochi Mihana talks about are definitely real cars.

However, Shiraishi Sawa Hide is indeed a good driver; he's just waiting to get his driver's license when he turns eighteen.

“Shiraishi-kun can drive,” Kuramochi Sakura suddenly said, attracting the attention of the other three—including Shiraishi Sawa.

He didn't know how Kuramochi Sakura knew.

"Really? Shiraishi? Did you also learn to drive the car in your house secretly?" Kuramochi Mika asked curiously.

The word "also" expands into another story.

“There are few people in the countryside who care about this, so I learned it from my dad when I was a kid.” Although it was a memory from a previous life, Shiraishi Zexiu still gave a more reasonable explanation.

"Shiraishi-kun, you really know how?!" The person who spoke in surprise was actually Kuramochi Sakura.

"So what you just said was...?"

"Weren't you playing racing games all the time? I just wanted to set a trap for you, but I didn't expect you to actually do it." Kuramochi Sakura silently touched her fair forehead and pondered.

“That makes things easier,” Kuramochi Kenka pressed another bell on the table, and soon a slightly elderly man came forward.

"Butler Fanma, go to the garage and pick out the most expensive car to give to him."

"No, Aunt Kuramochi, there's no need. I'm not eighteen yet, and I don't have a driver's license."

“That’s right. Butler, remember to send someone to get him a driver’s license.” Kuramochi Mika immediately came up with a solution, then thought for a moment and said, “Oh right, there’s also gas. Let’s get him a gas card that’s valid in Tokyo. That card also supports free car washes, which solves another problem.”

They debunked another reason that Shiraishi Sawa had come up with ahead of time.

"Aunt Kuramochi, I accept the gift, but is it alright to leave it with you?" Shiraishi Sawa said, no longer believing he had the right to refuse.

“Bai Shi, your aunt knows what you’re planning. Butler Fan Ma, just drive the car to the vicinity of Bai Shi’s apartment, buy an underground parking space permanently, and leave the key at his door.”

"Yes." The butler didn't ask for any information about this 'White Stone'; that was something he needed to find out himself.

"Wait a minute! Aunt Kuramochi, please grant me one more reasonable request. Please help me change to a cheaper car, something under 500,000 yen! Like a small truck! Otherwise, I absolutely will not drive the most expensive car out!" Shiraishi Sawah struggled desperately.

Although he didn't understand why Kuramochi Mika insisted on giving him a birthday present.

Can I call a car that costs 500,000 yen?

......

After some arguing, they finally settled on a Toyota worth several million yen. Shiraishi Sawa didn't know what use he would have for it, and he certainly wouldn't drive it to school.

"By the way, Yinglian, have you finished studying the work manual that Mom gave you?"

"It'll be soon, but Mother, today is your birthday, can we not talk about these pointless things?"

"That's true." Just then, the maid brought out the first hot dish of the day, a bowl of warm soup, and several other maids appeared behind her, each carrying a dish.

"Shiraishi-kun, could you please go to the Chinese kitchen and find Chiyo and the other two girls, and ask them to come and eat first?"

"I see."

--

The kitchen door was closed, and it was very quiet, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a slight sound of a motor running.

"Are you done? Making a cake shouldn't take this long, right?" Shiraishi Sawa asked, opening the tightly closed door.

The three people in the kitchen stood far apart, each doing their own thing, and everyone seemed to be in silence.

Even though the door was opened, people hadn't yet escaped this atmosphere; it was like a quagmire, and it would take time to struggle to get out.

Shiraishi Sawa felt a strange, tense, and urgent drumbeat resounding in his heart, especially when the three girls turned their gazes toward him as the door opened.

"Is it... all done?" Shiraishi Sawa asked again, but his tone was clearly less forceful than before.

“Almost there,” said Soga Kirei, who was closest to the door. “We can put them in the oven soon.”

"Is there anything else I can help you with? The food has already started being served in the living room. My aunt asked me to come and call you over to eat."

"No need, I absolutely cannot ask you for help with my birthday present." Chiyo said, her eyes fixed intently on the chocolate on the cutting board—cut into letter shapes.

"Okay, I can already sense the deep affection between you all..." The attention from everyone once again left Shiraishi Sawa Hide flustered. "...So the cake must be delicious."

Shiraishi Sawahide walked to the door and sat down.

On the wall, which was either pasted or painted a bright yellow, hung a mirror surrounded by sparkling jewels on all four sides, reflecting a mesmerizing light. It was for people coming out of the kitchen to tidy themselves up.

Sitting there, Shiraishi Sawa could see the delicate, bright light above his head in the mirror. It was somewhat dazzling, like needles pricking his temples, making him uncomfortable and anxious.