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

Shiraishi Sawa, whose name was suddenly mentioned, sighed. He had a feeling that the future was probably bleak.

No, it was absolutely dark.

"Alright, let's stop discussing that. It's not important. What's important is where we're going to have fun... no, I mean, a meaningful training camp."

Unbeknownst to him, his own thoughts had been distorted by the two young ladies.

"Training camp, let me take a look... There are many kinds of training camps, such as seaside training camps, forest training camps... No, this isn't about club training camps, so it's meaningless. Let me look again."

Halfway through reading, he realized it wasn't what he wanted, and Shiraishi Sawa's hand kept sliding across the screen.

Leaning back lazily, Chiyo Ichigo slightly opened her beautiful eyes and snapped her fingers:

"Let's go to the beach, how about it? I didn't go on a beach vacation with my mom and the others this summer because I went to Hyogo Prefecture."

“Well said. I think your decision is absolutely correct,” Shiraishi Sawahide pondered for a moment, nodded calmly, and then added:

"Is it possible that... it's November now, and even the 'warm' breeze at midday at the beach could give everyone goosebumps?"

Besides, seawater with a temperature of only ten degrees Celsius—that's hardly a vacation.

The activity room windows were closed, but that didn't stop you from feeling the strong autumn breeze through the trails of falling leaves outside.

"Sakura, was it the year before last or the year before that we went to Kyushu Island?" Chiyo asked Kuramochi Sakura, seemingly unable to recall anything.

"You mean that indoor beach? I think it was about two years ago," Kuramochi Sakura said after thinking for a moment.

"Hey, stop playing riddles, you two." Shiraishi Sawa slammed his hand on the table, interrupting their conversation. "Could you please say something that the other three people here can understand?"

"There's the world's largest indoor seawater bath on Kyushu Island. It has a constant temperature all year round, a huge area, and can even generate waves using computers. It's basically no different from a real seaside, except that the variety of fish in the seawater isn't very rich, although there are some shellfish."

Chiyo introduced Shiraishi Sawa to him.

"You mean that..." Shiraishi Sawa Hide feigned understanding, then, amidst Chiyo's teasing smile, began searching for information with a blank expression. "Alright, stop laughing. I admit I don't know."

It's easy to search. Just enter keywords like 'Kyushu Island', 'indoor beach', and 'largest' and the top few pages will all introduce this facility.

“是这个‘海洋巨蛋’吗？全长300公尺、宽100公尺、高38公尺，始建于1993年，于2007年...停运？”

Upon seeing this message, Shiraishi Zexiu looked at the two young ladies with slight surprise.

"It's not called that anymore. You can call it whatever you want. After it went bankrupt, several of us took over the business. It's not operating now. We'll maintain and start it up in advance when you want to go."

"I'll keep it so I can play in the warm, vast ocean anytime. What do you think?"

Upon entering, Chiyo looked around and asked in a tone that didn't sound like she was seeking opinions.

“I still want to emphasize that our club training camp is meaningful…” Shiraishi Sawa Hide attempted to speak.

"Shut up." The spell was interrupted.

"How is it, Soga?" Chiyo leaned back, her gaze passing over Shiraishi Sawa and landing on Soga Kirei.

"Is this a contest?" Suga Wulian looked at her and said calmly.

“This doesn’t count as a contest, because I’ve already won.” Chiyo looked down at her round breasts.

“The real winner is sitting over there.” Soga Kirei glanced at Takanashi Yuuko for a second.

Suddenly being called upon, Takanashi Yuuko, who had absolutely no desire to join in this strange atmosphere, lowered her head and remained silent, placing her hands on the table, trying to revive the 'East XZ' she had already won.

"It doesn't matter. Winning against Takanashi isn't very meaningful, and I really can't win against that anyway. Winning against you is enough."

"Being too big is not good. As long as Shiraishi can accept it and likes it, that's fine."

Even so, Soga Kiriren still held her chest out. Her breasts weren't as exaggerated as Takanashi Yuuko's, but they were still quite impressive. They were round and full, covered by her clothes, enough to make people unable to look away.

However, Shiraishi Sawa was staring intently at the beechwood table in front of him; it was his favorite table.

Because Shiraishi Sawah felt that the two girls' gazes had shifted from facing each other to his left and right sides, which made him somewhat uneasy.

Although neither of them spoke, the meaning conveyed by their gazes was quite clear: which one did they prefer?

Beechwood tables are more appealing, and more importantly, they're safer.

However, before he could even express his opinion, someone interrupted him.

"I refuse! I have absolutely no interest in swimming or beach vacations." Kuramochi Sakura raised her hand in protest.

She is the biggest innocent loser.

"How about a vote? If you think this plan is okay, raise your hand. If not, we'll come up with another one. I'm just too lazy to think about it," Chiyo said nonchalantly.

Shiraishi Sawa Hide didn't move, Ichiyo raised her hand, Soga Kirei raised her hand, and Takanashi Yuko also raised her hand.

The result of the democratic decision was three to two: they would go.

"No, if you want to go, our top study club..." Kuramochi Sakura looked at Takanashi Yuuko, then at Shiraishi Sawa, before slumping dejectedly onto the table, one hand weakly outstretched and waving.

"Forget it, let's go to that one. It'll just be me and Yuko alone. We don't know what to do. Let's just treat it as a swim."

"It's alright, Kuramochi-san. I love flat chests the most. You won't lose." Shiraishi Sawa Hide comforted the girl with a lie, while also diverting everyone's attention.

However, he was then met with stares from four girls—including a highly questioning look from Kuramochi Sakura.

Knowing that too much talk leads to mistakes, Shiraishi Sawa decided to keep quiet.

"Shiraishi-kun, don't try to use me as a shield. In your opinion, who won the battle between Soga and that bad woman just now?"

Immediately seeing through Shiraishi Sawa's intentions, Kuramochi Sakura, always eager for a good show, rekindled the extinguished flames.

When his gaze returned to his left and right sides, Shiraishi Sawa was on the verge of tears. Kuramochi Sakura was definitely a black dog when cut open.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Kuramochi Sakura, who was in front, was rhythmically waving her arms and muttering to herself.

"I stand by my opinion. I like flat-chested women. I like Kuramochi-san the most in the whole world."

"Thank you for your confession, but please don't seduce me. I suspect you're actually mocking me with those words, and I won't accept it."

Chiyo and Soga Kirei had grown accustomed to Shiraishi Sawa's escapist behavior, cursing him for being useless but unable to blame him.

Shiraishi Sawa pulled his arm away from Soga Kiriren's embrace, stood up, and gave a summary of the meeting:

"Then the tentative location for the club training camp is that... let's call it the Ocean Dome, even though it has absolutely no educational value and we can't write club reports."

But let's leave it at that for now. We still have some time, and if we have better ideas, we can change it.

The meeting concluded successfully, and Shiraishi Zexiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Chapter 248 Chiyoda at the Cultural Festival

November 3rd, Wednesday, is the most tiring day of the week.

The buildings standing tall in the fields gleamed in the morning light, their glass windows reflecting a dazzling light.

Shiraishi Sawa jogged in the shade of the roadside trees, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows; the air, filtered by the forest, left a sweet scent.

"Shiraishi, going for a morning run again? You're so diligent. I wish my son was half as hardworking as you."

On his way back to the apartment, Shiraishi Sawah encountered his neighbor, Fukai Takefumi, who was out for a walk, or perhaps on his way to work—even though it was only a little past six o'clock.

Hideaki Shiraishizawa had heard a little about the suffering of Japanese corporate slaves.

"Uncle Fukai? Are you going to work?" Shiraishi Zexiu stopped and began to exchange simple pleasantries with his neighbor.

"What job are you working today? It's the Cultural Festival, Uncle came out..." Fukai Yuewen moved a little closer to Shiraishi Zexiu and continued:

"...I went to play games with some of my friends. I told your aunt I was going to watch the Medal of Cultural Merit Award Ceremony. Please don't tell her."

"Understood, understood. I promise to keep quiet about Uncle Shenjing."

"Hehe." Fukai Yuewen raised his eyebrows, patted Shiraishi Zexiu on the back, and continued walking into the distance.

At the bottom of the stairs, Shiraishi Zexiu was doing stretching and other exercises after finishing his workout. He realized that he was a little groggy from waking up early and had forgotten that today was the Cultural Festival.

Culture Day is a statutory holiday in Japan. On this day, those who have made outstanding contributions to cultural undertakings are awarded the "Order of Culture," and the awarding ceremony is held in the Imperial Palace Gardens.

However, none of this mattered to Shiraishi Zexiu, nor was he interested in it. The important thing was that he didn't have to go to school today, which was still pretty good.

When I got back to the apartment, Takanashi Yuko hadn't gotten up yet, so it looked like I'd have to make breakfast myself today.

After making two sandwiches and finishing his own, Shiraishi Sawa returned to his room. Takanashi Yuko was sleeping on the bed, but she was leaning to the left, and the blanket was hanging loosely, as if it might fall off at any moment.

Shiraishi Sawah gently straightened her up a bit, then left her a message on Line about breakfast before lying back down on his mattress for a nap.

--

When I got up again, Takanashi Yuuko was no longer in bed; it was now 10 a.m.

Through the closed room door, the faint sound of a television could be heard from outside, barely audible even with careful listening.

It wasn't that the apartment had good soundproofing, but rather that Yuko Takanashi kept her voice low.

Pushing open the door, I saw the TV in the living room broadcasting the preparation ceremony for the cultural festival's awards ceremony; the official awards ceremony would be held in the afternoon.

"Good morning, little bird."

Good morning, Shiraishi.

Mimi lay on top of Yuko Takanashi's voluptuous curves, tilting her head back to look at Shiraishi Sawa, her eyes seemingly defiant: This spot is mine.

“Let’s watch TV Tokyo. Watching this isn’t very interesting,” said Shiraishi Sawa, sitting down on the sofa.

At this time, TV Tokyo was out of step with the other TV stations, which were broadcasting all sorts of information related to the cultural festival. Only TV Tokyo was now seriously teaching viewers how to practice yoga correctly.

"Want to keep watching?" Yuko Takanashi asked with a smile.

"Forget it, I'm flexible enough. Playing on my phone is more practical."

"Come to Chiyoda Imperial Palace."

After playing for only ten minutes, a message from Chiyo Ichiryu came to Shiraishi Sawa's phone.

“Baby Fox, please be polite and use the word 'please'.”

"Please come to Chiyoda Imperial Palace."

"No, I'm not going. I don't watch award ceremonies. They're not interesting at all. Why would you be interested in this?"

"Because my father was among the award recipients this year."

"..." Shiraishi Sawah recalled Yumi's appearance when he first entered the room, hesitated for a moment, and then typed in the message:

Are you sure your uncle made contributions to Japanese culture?

"I don't think so, but we need titles like this and that, so we have them." The other person's answer had a very capitalist feel to it; there must be a place for their family on the streetlight.