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

"This little bird dance outfit is perfect for her. It's her biggest one. Shiraishi, please get one for her later."

"What about the size?" Shiraishi Sawa only knew that "big" and "very big" were not his knowledge of specific numerical values ​​such as A, B, C, and D.

"I know."

After saying that, Soga Kirei took Shiraishi Sawa's phone and browsed through all the swimsuit photos taken today.

"Shall we take this one?"

"Which one?" Shiraishi Zexiu turned his head and saw a two-piece swimsuit with a skirt. The edges of the swimsuit had lotus leaves falling down, covering his beautiful curves.

"I think it's great."

Actually, Shiraishi Sawa thinks either one is fine; being beautiful and having a good bust is the key to a good-looking swimsuit.

"This one will do." Soga no Ume no Ren nodded in satisfaction. "Help me untie the ribbon."

Another blissful encounter followed. Suga Wulian's skin was smooth and elastic, and the touch felt as comfortable as immersing oneself in warm water on a winter's day.

--

The two swimsuits cost nearly 40,000 yen. Amidst the receptionist's greeting of "Welcome back next time," the two left the store.

She didn't go shopping again—Soga Kirei knew that Shiraishi Sawah didn't like him.

The two walked onto the street. The atmosphere of the cultural festival was not strong, but it was scattered in various corners.

"There's someone practicing calligraphy over there, want to go take a look?" Shiraishi Zexiu's height allowed him to see what was happening inside, even over the crowd.

"it is good."

No matter what it is, as long as there are two people, the answer will definitely be the same.

"...The Three Masters of Kan'ei: Konoe Shin'in, Kiami Kōetsu, and Shōkadō Shōjō, were three calligraphic prodigies who emerged during the Momoyama period..."

The host on stage is explaining Japanese calligraphy to the audience gathered around.

On one side of the stage, calligraphy brushes and paper are provided free of charge for everyone to write on. Those who write well can even have their work displayed on the exhibition stand here.

"...In the early Meiji period, Yang Shoujing, a Chinese man, came to Japan and introduced the calligraphic style of the Six Dynasties period of China to Japan, like a spring breeze blowing into the Japanese calligraphy world. Thus, Japanese calligraphy began to develop from respecting individuality and the inheritance of schools to emphasizing free expression..."

"Sigh, if you ask me, our calligraphy skills have long surpassed theirs..." A middle-aged man standing nearby muttered to those around him.

Soga Kirei tugged at Shiraishi Sawa's arm.

"What's wrong?" Shiraishi Zexiu looked at her, feeling the stars in her eyes.

No wonder we can't see any stars in the sky anymore, they're all here.

"Should I...should I criticize him? I can type it out, and then you can say it, Shiraishi."

"Ha~ Do you want to relive the scene of our first real meeting?" Shiraishi Sawa asked with a smile.

"Ok!"

"No need. We still need to maintain a good image in real life. He will be punished."

You have used the "Unlucky Card".

"Let's go, President, let's go practice some calligraphy."

"Ok!"

--

On the display stand, another new calligraphy scroll was hung up. Strangely, this scroll featured two different calligraphic styles:

"Without reviewing the reply, how many days can pass in a day? Look at the end, shouldn't we be picking chrysanthemums on the ninth day?" The characters are powerful and majestic.

"We intended to travel together on the appointed day, but we were unsure if the weather would be clear. We were very pleased to see Lun and the others return." The handwriting was elegant and graceful.

Amidst a sea of ​​Japanese calligraphy styles, this one seems somewhat out of place.

The people who wrote it walked side by side toward another place where a crowd had gathered.

The exquisite streetlights, the bright lights, and the two people side by side make for a great photo composition, but unfortunately, no one is taking pictures.

Chapter 252 He and She Sleep in Each Other's Arms [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

The setting sun before me was orange-red like fire, but it had no warmth at all. The evening breeze flowing in through the window carried a slight chill.

The red clouds in the sky, like a few strokes casually painted by Soga no Umeren or Ichiyo, absorbed the rosy glow of the sunset all by themselves.

In Shiraishi Sawa's eyes, the sun has gone from being a complete one to now being only half a sun.

He turned his head slightly, only to be met with a scolding from the girl: "Don't touch the baby dog!"

"Hi~ Hi..." Shiraishi Sawa replied weakly, continuing to look out the window.

Today is Friday, November 5th. In the classroom of the High Heels Research Club, Shiraishi Sawa is serving as the subject of paintings for Ichiyo Ichiriki and Soga Kirei.

The reason is simple: it was their art class assignment—to draw a portrait, and Shiraishi Sawa, who had no human rights, had no way to refuse.

“If you’re going to be models, then be models. Don’t ask me which one looks better after you’ve finished drawing them.” Shiraishi Sawa Hide gave himself a heads-up beforehand.

"I wasn't planning on it, but I'll ask later," Chiyo replied, carefully sketching on her drawing board.

“If Shiraishi doesn’t want to be asked, then I won’t ask, but I know the outcome,” Soga Kirei said softly.

"So you knew it all along, Sue. It was destined to be my victory." Chiyo said to the girl beside her, squeezing out fresh white paint.

"Arrogant people have always been like this."

......

Shiraishi Zexiu's ears were slightly dazed. A gentle breeze stirred the curtains in the activity room, and the setting sun cast a pale yellow glow on him.

The argument was still going on around him, a heated exchange that wasn't so intense that he needed to intervene. Surprisingly, this space made Shiraishi Sawa feel quite comfortable, as if he could stay there forever.

--

"Are you done?"

"I can't stay here any longer, not even with Chiyo and Soga Kirei," he asked with difficulty as Shiraishi Sawa's stomach growled for the second time.

"It's okay if it's not finished, can I have some snacks first?"

"Soon, almost there."

Shiraishi Zexiu sighed. Their "almost there" and "soon" were the same thing as boys' "I'll just rub against you, I won't go in." He had heard it so many times today.

Night gradually spread over Tokyo. The moon had not yet risen, and the streetlights on campus emitted a soft, warm yellow glow.

"I'm all better." "Me too."

Having found redemption, Shiraishi Sawah let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed straight onto the carpet.

"You're wearing shoes, don't get them dirty."

"I don't have the energy to deal with this anymore. Just throw me a bag of cookies."

"Here you go, Shiraishi." Soga Kirei squatted down beside him, her long school uniform skirt obscuring everything, and handed Shiraishi Zexiu a box of cookies.

"Look at you, so pathetic." A bag of potato chips flew towards Shiraishi Zexiu, following the sound of his voice.

"..."

Potato chips are meant to be eaten with cookies; a bite of potato chip and a cookie is the right way to eat them.

"How's the drawing?" Shiraishi Sawa, having regained some strength, got up from the carpet, walked to the two of them in front of their easels, and asked, "Did you capture even a fraction of my handsome looks?"

The two of them turned the easel around so that it faced Shiraishi Sawa.

"They will definitely be able to do anything they set their minds to."

This was Shiraishi Sawa's first thought. Both paintings are oil paintings, which cannot achieve the fine detail of carving every single thing. However, the different colors and rich layers can vividly tell all viewers that this is a beautiful young man embraced by the sun.

“Not bad, it has some of my charm.” Shiraishi Zexiu nodded in satisfaction. “If you weren’t going to use it for your homework, I would have kept it for myself.”

"Here you go." Chiyo said nonchalantly, while Soga Kiriren had already torn off the masking paper around the edges of the drawing board and handed it to Shiraishi Sawa.

"Isn't this... homework?"

"It is homework, but you don't have to hand in this one. There are still so many days left, you can just draw something casually, grades don't matter."

"It's not important that your art grades are good." Shiraishi Sawa's well-intentioned reminder earned him a glare from Ichiyo.

"Then I'll accept it."

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After the three finished dinner, Shiraishi Sawa found Takanashi Yuko waiting at the door, and the two of them walked into the subway at Kyobashi Station together.

"It's finally the weekend again, yay!" The subway was crowded. Shiraishi Sawa was standing and holding onto the handrail next to the chair, while Takanashi Yuuko was holding onto him. The two of them huddled in a corner.

As he spoke, Shiraishi Sawa's chest rose and fell slightly, and Takanashi Yuko could feel the vibrations, causing her own heart to tremble as well.

"What?" She didn't hear clearly. Her body had long been riddled with holes by happiness, and her ears sometimes failed her.

“I said, finally it’s the weekend again, yay!” Shiraishi Sawah repeated with a smile.

The gentle smile made Takanashi Yuuko even happier; she wished the train would keep going forever, until the end of the world.

No, that would upset Shiraishi. Let's just make the train run for half an hour then.

Strange thoughts were jumping around in Takanashi Yuuko's mind, so much so that she forgot to respond to Shiraishi Sawa Hide's words.

Seeing the other person's unfocused gaze, Shiraishi Sawa shook his head silently and with amusement, without asking any further questions, and quietly watched the flashing red dot on the platform indicator.

.......

"Tawara Station, we've arrived at Tahara Station..."

The beautiful time was short-lived. Takanashi Yuuko held onto the hem of Shiraishi Sawa's uniform jacket as they walked past the subway, through alleys, and into the apartment building.

When Mimi saw the two return home, she excitedly ran up and climbed up Shiraishi Zexiu's trouser leg to his thigh area, where she was then caught by Shiraishi Zexiu and placed on his shoulder.

The kitten is almost a big cat. Before, when it was on my shoulder, Mimi had room to move around, but now it can only lie quietly and look around.

The two sat down on the sofa together, and then, as was their usual routine, went about their own business.

Takanashi Yuuko is knitting Shiraishi Sawa's second winter warmer outfit. When she gets tired of knitting, she writes down her homework for the weekend so that Shiraishi Sawa can copy it on Sunday or Monday. Finally, she sets aside some time to film the video she wants to post on TikTok.

Shiraishi Zexiu, on the other hand, rekindled his interest in calligraphy and practiced a little longer today. Afterwards, he exercised, practiced boxing, and played on his phone.

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