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

"Next, do you have a plan, President, to turn left or right?"

As the two walked out of the school gate, Shiraishi Zexiu asked this important question.

“It was Shiraishi who invited me, so I’ll listen to him.” A biting cold wind swept by, and Soga Kirei held her hands to her chest and breathed on them.

"President, I think you just don't want to think about it."

"Yes." Suga Wulian readily admitted, tilting her head back and smiling slightly.

"Well, I can't do anything with you, but it was indeed my invitation. So let's go to Harajuku in Shibuya and check it out. There's a Christmas carnival there. If we get bored, we can go to Minato Ward and go up Tokyo Tower, but it'll definitely be crowded there at night."

Shiraishi Sawah restrained his urge to ruffle her hair and said.

This was his first time spending Christmas in Tokyo. In addition, since he originally lived in Hōda Village, the elderly people had not yet accepted Christmas as a holiday, so the atmosphere was very faint, which meant he had no experience at all.

So he made plans in advance, familiarized himself with the places to visit in Tokyo and the flow of people, and even bought some tickets in advance.

"I won't be bored. I'll be happy whenever I'm alone with Shiraishi."

“Mist Lotus, you’ve changed. You used to say you’d be happy as long as you were with me, but now you’ve added conditions.”

Suga Wulian pressed her cherry lips together, her cheeks puffing out slightly. She took a quick step and stood in front of Shiraishi Zexiu, blocking his path. She placed her hands on her waist and looked at Shiraishi Zexiu.

The words in his eyes read, "Who is to blame for this?"

But no matter what, she still didn't feel any pressure and was very cute. Unable to bear it any longer, Shiraishi Sawa pressed her cheeks with both hands.

The movement was so fast that Suga Wulian didn't have time to react. The air she had been holding in her mouth slipped out from her open lips, adding a touch of fragrance to the air.

Having succeeded in his scheme, Shiraishi Zexiu burst into laughter, filled with smugness. Before Soga Kirei could 'get angry' a second time, he stretched out his hand in front of her.

"I'm leaving, I know I was wrong."

"No." Soga no Kirei stopped and didn't even take Shiraishi Zexiu's hand.

"I was wrong, I was wrong in every way, I shouldn't have done this."

"Take a picture of it back for me."

Soga Kirei placed her hands in front of her face, palms facing each other, leaving enough space in between to put her head down.

“Stingy people never get away with this. Let’s go celebrate Christmas!” Shiraishi Sawa tried to take advantage of the situation.

Clearly, Suga Muren wasn't buying it; neither she nor her hands moved.

"Hey, Chairman, please be gentle with me." Shiraishi Zexiu said with a helpless smile, leaning down and bringing his face close to his palm.

"Puff out your cheeks."

Shiraishi Sawah suppressed a laugh, widened his mouth, and pressed his palms against his face.

Not enough force—or rather, not at all; it was just a caress.

His head was pulled forward without warning, their lips met, and the air in their mouths began to exchange—a way of exchanging air that Shiraishi Sawa hadn't expected.

Because they were still on the roadside, Suga Wulian released him the next second.

"President, you're so skilled!"

"Ok?"

Shiraishi Zexiu scratched his head and walked forward. Seeing that Soga Kirei was still standing in the same place, he immediately understood what he meant and stretched his hand out in front of her.

Suga nods in satisfaction and follows him, holding his hand.

"With such a flirtatious flirtation, how many boyfriends has the president had?" Shiraishi Zexiu asked with a smile.

“We haven’t talked about it yet, but the last one is a boy named Shiraishi Sawa Hide.” Soga Kirei said naturally, holding his hand.

"So it was innate."

"To be honest, is this just flirting?"

"It must be because the president is very charming in everything."

Around 4 p.m., the sky over the central area was covered with clouds, and the low-hanging red sun emitted a glow, forming beams of light that were beautiful to behold.

Chapter 266 The Street of Love on the Journey of Lighting Up the Road

The two traveled there by JR train.

Because it's not the busiest time of day, it's a rare sight on a Saturday afternoon to find seats available for two people on the tram.

The Christmas atmosphere could be glimpsed from the train, not to mention the passengers' attire—Shiraishi Sawa Hide glanced at a girl in a Christmas outfit, only to have Soga Kiri Ren block his view with both hands—"Don't look."

Before today, Soga Kirei had said she could wear a Christmas outfit, but Shiraishi Sawa refused, to avoid being targeted by any other women besides him.

The signs hanging on the trams have all been replaced with brand new Christmas advertisements.

Komi Shoko from "Komi-kun Has Communication Disorder" and Tadano Hito in drag, wearing an off-the-shoulder Christmas mini-dress with her classic black stockings underneath.

Upon seeing the black stockings, Shiraishi Zexiu glanced at the flesh-colored thermal leggings beside him.

"Happy Christmas! Don't be afraid to connect, boldly invite your friend to KFC for a Christmas meal!" This is the slogan on the billboard.

The Japanese have a real obsession with eating KFC on Christmas.

The tram rattled along, the girl leaned on her own shoulder, and outside the window was a scene of burning flames—red leaves overlapping red wheels, the ever-changing scenery like a constantly changing postcard.

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The relaxed atmosphere only lasted for a few stops. By the time the two of them got off at Harajuku Station, the platform was already packed with people, shoulder to shoulder.

To avoid the peak dining hours and before nightfall, while the Christmas atmosphere wasn't too strong, the two decided to have dinner now, figuring they could always grab a late-night snack if they got hungry later.

The streets were bustling with people, and the small squares where activities were taking place were packed with people, with occasional cheers coming from them.

“Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, oh what fun it is to ride…” The familiar tune of “Jingle Bells” drifted from the roadside shops, echoing, surrounding, and blending with the music from afar.

Harajuku isn't primarily known for its food, so the two of them casually walked into an izakaya (Japanese pub) on the street and ordered two set meals.

Shiraishi Sawa first asked for a cup of hot water using a paper cup, and then handed it to Soga Kirei: "President, take this to warm your hands. I didn't bring gloves today. Are you wearing very little today?"

Before and after boarding the tram, he noticed that the girl kept breathing on her hands, and when they held hands, he did feel a bit of coldness.

“There’s a cotton undershirt inside, so it’s not too cold.” Suwo Wulian took the hot water, warmed her hands beside her, and showed a contented expression. “However, my constitution is such that my hands and feet get cold easily in cold weather.”

“In winter, even when I’m sitting in a kotatsu, my hands and feet warm up very slowly. I’m used to it.”

"I see." Shiraishi Sawa placed the back of his hand against hers, feeling the difference in coolness. "It's alright, my hands warm up quickly."

“Yes.” Soga Kirei nodded vigorously, indicating her agreement with this statement.

The dishes began to be served one after another. The first dish was minced meat and tofu, which was very smooth and tender. Its surface was glistening with the restaurant's gentle light.

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After finishing the mini strawberry cream cake, a Christmas special, dinner time is over.

The woman sitting next to Shiraishi Zexiu was on the phone. She whispered into the phone, "Is the lighting ceremony about to begin? I'm still eating. Okay, I'll be right there."

Looking at their watches, it was 5:43. Shiraishi Sawa and Soga Kirei exchanged a glance, then took her hand and led her outside. "We were so engrossed in eating that we almost missed it. One of the reasons we chose Harajuku was to catch the lighting ceremony here."

It was nearly six o'clock in the winter. The sun had long since disappeared, and outside, the moon cast a faint shadow, while a few sparse stars seemed about to fall.

The streets at this time were not as bustling as Harajuku should be; the wide roads appeared very dim, with only the shops and streetlights on both sides trying their best to illuminate the area and provide guidance for everyone to move forward.

In just over ten minutes, Shiraishizawa Hide pulled Soga Kirei along as they ran towards the plaza for the lighting ceremony, reminding her as they ran:

"President, take a look at the map. The flowerbed at the junction of Omotesando and Harajuku, did I lead you the wrong way?"

This shows the self-awareness of someone who has no sense of direction; otherwise, they might never have reached their destination in their lifetime.

"Probably not."

The distance wasn't too far, and a large crowd had already gathered around the flower bed, densely packed together.

In the middle of the flower bed, flowers of various colors bloom freely—camellias, clivias, phalaenopsis orchids, and jasmine, etc. In the very center stands an elderly man whose hair looks very old, but whose spirits are very good.

He was dressed in a Japanese driver's uniform, with a red sash hanging from his shoulder that read 'Lighter'.

At this moment, he was holding a colorful string, the other end of which was a huge colorful cannon. There was also a display screen on the cannon, showing a countdown of eight minutes.

Banners hanging down on both sides read greetings such as "Merry Christmas to everyone".

Outside the crowd, Soga Kirei struggled to stand on tiptoe, trying to see more—although she was definitely not short among the girls, it was still quite difficult in such a crowded situation.

Shiraishi Zexiu pulled her along, walking towards the far end of the flowerbed until they reached the back of the crowd.

"Can you see it here?"

"I can't see everything." In fact, compared to her original position, she could see even less, but Soga Kirei didn't say that.

Then he saw Shiraishi Sawashu squatting in front of him, pointing his finger at his neck.

Only then did he understand why he had led him to the very back of the crowd—so as not to disturb the people behind him.

Two slender and beautiful legs, despite being covered in thermal underwear, stretched from her shoulders to her chest. Her slightly heeled Martin boots rose and fell, showing her delight.

"President, pull your skirt down, I'll use my head to cover it, I can't expose myself."

"Ah."

Then her body pressed against mine, and I could feel her smooth, firm abdomen even through two layers of sweater.

The slender yet soft inner thighs seemed somewhat tense at this moment, gripping Shiraishi Sawa's head with a slight force.

"Are you seated? I'm getting up now."

"Ah."

Shiraishi Sawahide stood up and heard a soft gasp from behind him.

"How long is it? From a perspective of over two meters, can you see it clearly now?"

"It's done!" Her voice was filled with excitement. "Shiraishi, is this how you usually judge people?"

"President, I'm only a little over 1.8 meters tall," Shiraishi Zexiu said with a smile.

The girl playfully manipulated two horns that Soga Kirei had pulled out on either side of her hair.

"Don't go bald from playing too much."

"Ah."

Both of them are so good-looking that they would catch the eye of passersby even if they walked alone on the street. This unique combination has amazed everyone waiting for the lighting ceremony.