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

At the time, I didn't really care about the system. Its role was to build a bridge between the male and female protagonists at the beginning, but I didn't expect the debuff to be so strong.

regret.

If I were to rewrite this book, I'm sure I could do it even better.

But since I've already written it, all I can do is write the rest of the story well.

In addition to negative feedback, there is also positive feedback that brings joy and pleasure.

One reader said that besides Watanabe Toru, another male lead he can remember is Shiraishi Sawa Hide. Wow, hearing that is really cool!

And to those readers who said they downloaded Qidian and subscribed to and tipped me just to get this book, oh my god, that's pretty cool too.

There are also sponsors like Seventeen, Tanggu, Laosinpi, Gugu, Yinming, and others who are willing to spend even more money on this book.

Seventeen and Junko Mizuno, among others, are already mature readers who can write their own side stories. Yay!

To manage the group, Seventeen spends all day buying women's clothes and dressing up to serve the group members. She knows all kinds of positions and poses. There should be a Tom playing musical instrument meme here. She's amazing. I suggest increasing the effort.

Speaking of groups, it's really cool when people talk about their books in them.

Although people often talk about Genshin Impact, I feel out of place since I don't play it.

Writing books has also allowed me to meet many interesting authors, and I never expected that Junwangguiqu and I would have a mini-cruise ship on QQ.

I've written a thousand words. My chair in front of the computer is tired, my butt is sore, and I still have something to say, but I'll stop now. Otherwise, I'll have nothing to say in the author's closing remarks, and that won't do.

One last thing, how about you come to Qidian to make up for the missed subscriptions? My small goal is just to reach 1,000 average subscriptions by the time I finish the book, come on, 1,000 subscriptions is pretty cool too.

Of course, there are only 28 days left this month, and I don't know if I'll have a chance to reach 1,000 monthly votes, but you always have to have dreams!

Please use your monthly tickets! (There are no extra chapters with monthly tickets this month, so you can vote without worry.)

happy New Year!

The above was all written during the day. Right now, on New Year's Eve, I'm waiting for my dad outside the operating room, hoping he'll be alright.

Chapter 273 The Boy Returns Home [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

(Happy New Year! I'll keep updating!)

The drowsiness dissipated after reading the message, and Shiraishi Sawa opened the car window a little wider, instantly filling the car with the fragrance of camellias.

"[Location], I just left Takanashi's foster parents' house and am now heading to the Shinkansen platform. I'm planning to go to Aomori Prefecture today. What's up?"

"If I want to go to your area, which line should I buy a ticket for which station? I don't know the specific route."

"It's only the 27th today, and you're already coming? Aren't you going to celebrate the New Year with your mother before coming? As for the station, it's usually Shin-Aomori Station, then you transfer to the JR train to Hōda Station..."

Despite his confusion, Shiraishi Sawa explained in detail how to get home from Tokyo.

“My mother doesn’t want me anymore.” Sowo Wulian’s words were startling.

"what???"

"My mother wants to spend the Lunar New Year with her friends and says she won't stay at home. She told me to figure it out myself. Feeling wronged.JPG"

Soga Yuzuki wouldn't really be that ruthless; her true intentions are probably still with Soga Kiriren and herself.

"President, are you sure you're feeling wronged right now?" Shiraishi Zexiu jokingly typed after stroking his chin and clarifying the situation.

"I feel wronged! How can I be sure I'm wronged! Shiraishi, if you keep teasing me, I'll get angry!" Soga Kiriren added a Kumamon angry punching emoji.

She was 'absolutely' not happy at all.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have questioned your grievances. I'm guilty. So, President, when are you planning to come?"

"I've already bought my train ticket. I'll arrive in Aomori at 4:20."

"Wait, President, you've already bought your tickets while we were chatting? And how are you going to make it in time?" The train arrives at four o'clock, so you'll basically have to wait at the station now.

"I'm right here at the ticket window. I asked and bought a ticket. I bought a green single seat, so I still have a ticket."

"This execution is impressive," Shiraishi Sawah exclaimed. Takanashi Yuuko, who had been watching him closely, looked at him curiously after hearing his exclamation, but did not look at her phone screen.

"Takanashi, what time do our tickets say we'll arrive in Aomori? What's the exact time?"

"If it's on time, it's 4:37." Takanashi Yuko easily gave the time without having to search for her phone.

"President, Takanashi and I will arrive at 4:37. I will send you the specific ticket information later. Please wait for us at the exit when you arrive."

"it is good."

"Is it Senior Ichiru or Chairman Su?" Yuko Takanashi asked curiously when she saw Shiraishi Sawa look up.

"How do you know it's one of them, Takanashi? Are you spying on my phone? Where's the camera?"

"Because Shiraishi was just laughing, it's very likely that it was them." Takanashi Yuko seemed to be stating a fact with certainty.

"Is it that obvious?" Shiraishi Sawa Hide himself was completely unaware of this, and then handed his phone to Takanashi Yuko so that she could see for herself.

--

"Shiraishi, after we get to your house, please take good care of Chairman Su. I'm already very happy that you've spent so much time with me."

As she handed the phone back, Takanashi Yuuko said, her tone and smile sincere.

"You, you." Shiraishi Sawashu put his arm around Takanashi Yuko's swan-like neck and pulled her towards him. She half-heartedly leaned against his waist.

A faint, unique fragrance mingled with the camellia blossoms, its innocent eyes staring back at it, seemingly unaware of what mistake it had made.

"First, that's not my house, it's our house. Remember that. Second, even if you reach the finish line, you're not allowed to act all humble anymore, understand?"

"I didn't want to put you in a difficult position."

"There's a Chinese idiom that says things will turn around when they reach their extreme, so you should try to make things difficult for me. Once things get really difficult for me, things might just flow smoothly."

"What kind of absurd logic is that?"

"If I say it's true, then it's true. Does your lover dare to disagree? Have you forgotten the rules of being a lover?"

"I wouldn't dare, Shiraishi is right." She then added weakly, "But doesn't the couple's code say that we should never cause trouble for Shiraishi?"

"It was changed a second ago."

"Oh." He's right.

The taxi driver, an elderly man who looked to be in his fifties, was the only listener to this conversation. He couldn't help but glance at the two people in the rearview mirror. These young people these days really know how to have fun; he felt like he couldn't keep up.

--

After arriving at the Shinkansen platform, Mimi and her luggage were handed over to the staff, and the two of them boarded the Shinkansen that was about to depart.

The two people purchased green seats—equivalent to first class seats. As for Soga Kirei's single room, it was the best of the best among first class seats.

The space was much larger and more comfortable than the regular seats that Shiraishi Sawa usually sat in—especially for his height and leg length.

The green carriages have relatively fewer passengers, and those passengers are more well-behaved. Once the train starts moving, the carriages fall completely silent.

The sound of the train rubbing against the tracks was now very clear.

Shiraishi Sawa took out his phone and gave one of the plugged-in earphones to Takanashi Yuko.

"Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road, I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more." Listening to "Old Town Road" on the way home feels even better.

Shiraishi Sawah leaned against the window, looking at the scenery outside—but for now, all he could see were the floors.

Takanashi Yuuko hesitated for a moment, then leaned on Shiraishi Sawa's shoulder and closed her eyes contentedly.

She talked with her adoptive mother for a long time last night, and after returning to her room, she was "forced" to do some bad things without making a sound. She got up early this morning to prepare lunch, and the taxi ride just now helped her fall asleep. Now, she is feeling sleepy all of a sudden.

It's not that I'm not humble, but there's no one else to use Shiraishi's shoulder right now, so it would be a waste if I didn't use it.

From Nara to Aomori, it basically spans half of Japan.

The scenery outside the car window gradually became more vibrant and diverse, the ever-changing views resembling representative postcards from various places.

The sky was a clear, deep blue. When the snowflakes, the symbol of winter, appeared, Yuko Takanashi accidentally slipped off her shoulder and opened her eyes, which were still blurry.

Shiraishi Sawa raised the armrest between the two of them, allowing her to lie down on his lap. Takanashi Yuko didn't stand on ceremony, switched her headphones, and then fell asleep peacefully.

With no distractions, Shiraishi Sawa looked at the girl stroking her loose hair, continued listening to music, and gazed out the window.

As the train entered the mountain road and then the tunnel, it became pitch black outside. Shiraishi Zexiu looked out the window at himself and grinned at his reflection.

He grinned at him back.

The girl on his lap was fast asleep, seemingly having a sweet dream, her delicate face radiating sweetness.

The president must have just passed through this tunnel. I wonder what she was thinking when there was no scenery to see.

Where's the fox? What's she doing now? I didn't take the [Treasure Box] with me, so I won't hear "I like you" for a long time. Should I ask her to send me a voice message so I can save it and listen to it anytime?

Inside the car, Shiraishi Zexiu's eyes were unfocused, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up in a smile, as if he had thought of something very happy.

As the train emerged from the tunnel, Shiraishi Sawah outside the window also disappeared with satisfaction.

The view outside the window turned predominantly white after emerging from the mountain tunnel.

The deep snow was barely visible; wisps of white smoke rose from the trees, a few birds circled overhead, and vast farmlands stretched out before them, with the shadows of nearby and distant mountains visible...

A sight rarely seen in Tokyo is a boy welcoming home.

--

The train began to slow down, and Shiraishi Sawa shook the sleeping girl awake; they were about to arrive at the station.

After collecting Mimi and their luggage, the two walked towards the exit.

There was no need to search, because Soga Kirei was simply too outstanding. Today she wasn't dressed extravagantly, but she was dressed entirely in white—her coat, inner sweater, long skirt, and even her Martin boots were all white, as if she had been born from this snowy landscape.

Compared to her surroundings, she was like a star in the dark night. Pedestrians around her even deliberately avoided her, worried that she would get covered in dust.

Her delicate and pretty face, her thin and soft lips, and the long hair that slipped down her shoulders made her look very fragile, making people want to protect her with their lives.

Her indifferent little face stared straight at the exit, seemingly indifferent to everything. But the moment he appeared, the ice and snow melted, and the fairy from beyond the heavens fell to the mortal world.

She dragged a large suitcase and walked briskly this way.

"Shiroishi, it's been a long time. Kotori, good afternoon."

"Long time no see, President."

I saw him just the day before yesterday, but it feels like it's been a long time.

Naturally, Shiraishi Sawa took the suitcases and led them toward the nearby tram stop.