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

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Before Shiraishi Kanae could fly into a rage and beat her son to death, Shiraishi Sawahide slipped out of the kitchen and sat back down by the kotatsu.

"President, confess and you'll be treated leniently, resist and you'll be punished severely. How did you get my mother's phone number?" Shiraishi Zexiu asked after taking his seat.

"After making the phone call during the summer, I used my student council access to access your class's emergency contact list, and later found an opportunity to call you and add you on Line..."

Soga Kirei not only didn't think there was anything wrong with her behavior, but was actually quite pleased with herself—so pleased that she gave a long explanation of the process.

"President, President, this is abusing your power for personal gain. If this happens in the real world, you'll face lawsuits and reports," Shiraishi Zexiu said, heartbroken but helpless.

Soga Kirei tilted her head, showing no remorse whatsoever, clearly indicating she would do it again next time.

“After one month, I will no longer be the president,” Soga Kirei suddenly said.

“Oh right, President, you’re going to be a third-year student soon, and you’ll be retiring soon.” Shiraishi Sawa immediately understood what she meant.

Although Mingchuan does not mandate that all third-year students withdraw from clubs and student councils, it is practically an established practice, and with even busier coursework, students simply don't have the time.

Therefore, in the third semester, a handover ceremony will be held for the incoming third-year students, who will hand over all their positions to the incoming second-year students who have been there for a year. The student council will also do the same, and because of the importance of the student council, the ceremony will be much more solemn than that of other clubs.

"Shiraishi, do you want to be the student council president?"

"Of course I don't want to." Shiraishi Sawah almost forgot that he was an unofficial member of the student council and quickly waved his hand.

"Then remember to attend the handover ceremony," Suga Muren said immediately.

"That's fine. Wait, President, are you using a feigned retreat as a tactic to advance?" Shiraishi Zexiu belatedly realized what was happening and shook his head helplessly at the girl's blatantly smug smile.

"Which photo were we talking about?" Shiraishi Sawa continued, recounting the story behind the photo.

--

"I'm back." A slightly somber male voice came from the doorway.

After changing their shoes, a middle-aged man who looked quiet and honest walked into the living room. He was stunned when he saw the three people by the kotatsu.

"Dad, it's been a long time."

“Zexiu, you’re back,” Shiraishichuan nodded, looking at the other two beautiful girls, then at his son, and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Who are these two...?"

After the introductions, Shiraishichuan nodded. "Hello, I am Zexiu's father. Welcome to our home for the New Year."

“Dad, don’t be so reserved. They are the guests, and you are the host,” said Shiraishi Zexiu.

Shiraishi glared at him, scratched his head, seemed to want to say something, but ultimately left with the words, "Let me see if dinner is ready," and headed straight for the kitchen.

“My dad isn’t as good at talking as I am, it’s not that he doesn’t like you,” Shiraishi Zexiu explained.

“It’s good.” Soga Kirei, who had never experienced fatherly love, nodded and said.

--

"I'm starting!"

The dining table, which usually only seats two people, was unusually filled with five, making it much livelier than usual. Soga Kirei and Takanashi Yuuko quickly blended in with the atmosphere, speaking softly and gently as they began to eat.

On the contrary, the owners of this house, Shiraishi Kanae and Shiraishi Kawa, seemed somewhat out of place and unnatural.

"Kawa, eat more of this dish." Shiraishi Kanae placed a large chopstickful of slightly blackened vegetables into Shiraishi Kawa's rice bowl.

"Why is it burned like this today?" Shiraishi asked in surprise, then swallowed the rice without complaint.

"This is all your precious son Zexiu's fault," Shiraishi Kanae said, glaring at Shiraishi Zexiu.

"What happened to Zexiu?"

Not only Shiraishikawa, but the two girls who were eating quietly also looked at Shiraishikawa Kanae.

"Zexiu, during his year at Mingchuan High School, he consistently ranked in the top three of his grade, and he rarely came in second or third. He is a truly commendable child. I hope my future children can be like him."

Shiraishi Zexiu answered quickly, with an innocent smile on his face.

Takanashi Yuuko blushed slightly, while Soga Kirei seemed to be pondering—pondering how to raise a child who could rival Shiraishi Sawa Hide.

If it's a boy, I absolutely can't let him become a scumbag! Thinking of this, Suga Kirei chewed her rice with much more strength.

“If you don’t do well on the exam, I’ll immediately drag you back to farm. The family’s fields will be planted again next year,” said Shiraishi Kaname.

"There's nothing we can do. The competition is just too strong. Yuko is the top student in the grade this semester."

"Wow, that's amazing!" A loving smile appeared on Shiraishi Kanae's face as she began to ask Takanashi Yuuko if her studies were difficult.

I always felt there was a bit of double standards.

"I know that Wu Lian has always been the top student in the grade. It seems that those of you who have good grades also hang out with other high-achieving students."

“Hmm,” Soga Kirei nodded, looking sincerely at Shiraishi Kanae, her captivating voice attacking an absent girl: “Those with poor grades are likely to lead others astray, so it’s not appropriate.”

If Chiyo Ichiriki in Tokyo heard this, she would definitely retaliate.

"By the way, Zexiu, have you been busy these past few days?" Shiraishi Kanae suddenly asked as dinner was drawing to a close.

"Busy." Without thinking, Shiraishi Zexiu replied.

"What are you busy with?"

"I don't know yet. Why don't you tell me what you need me to do first, and I'll see if I'm busy?" Shiraishi Zexiu said awkwardly.

With a long sigh, Shiraishi Kanae rubbed her temples. She missed her son, who used to be quiet, more and more. She wished she hadn't prayed that he could speak.

The wish of this year's first prayer is for him to recover. No, if he recovers, he won't be able to find his wife. So, he'll keep these two... three girls and then return to his previous state.

"Mom, say it!" Shiraishi Zexiu waved his hand in front of his mother, finally interrupting Shiraishi Kanae's process of writing the first draft of her wish.

"Have you met with Mr. Kenmura yet?"

"We chatted for a while on the way home, what's up?"

“The winter camp at Pengtian Elementary School needs manpower. A few days ago, I saw the village teacher ask me when I was coming back and if I could go and help her.”

"No wonder the teacher asked me at the end if I had any free time and how much my salary was."

“Ms. Mimura helped you so much when you were little, and you still want a salary? If you really want one, Mom will give it to you for her. You can work for Ms. Mimura for free,” Shiraishi Kanae said, glaring at her.

"Just kidding, Mom. I'm not short of money." If he wasn't worried about his parents asking where the money came from, Shiraishi Zexiu would have already used his points to exchange for a large amount of money for his parents.

“If we don’t have enough manpower, let’s go help out,” Soga Kirei and Takanashi Yuuko said.

"Mom, let them go," Shiraishi Sawa interrupted when he saw that Shiraishi Kanae was about to stop them. "Anyway, it's quite easy, they don't have to get up early, and they won't be very tired."

He knew about this winter camp—he had experienced it when he was in elementary school.

--

After dinner, Shiraishi Sawa took Soga Kirei to pick fruits and vegetables, while Takanashi Yuuko was taking care of Mimi and unpacking the luggage that had been sent to her. She was also planning to take a shower, which might be a way of giving the two of them some alone time.

"What we call the area across this street is a village, and the more prosperous area to the north is called a town. As for Aomori City, we usually call it a city."

Shiraishi Sawa explained some of the local slang to Soga Kirei.

The two of them didn't head towards the village; they went towards the farmland.

Under the cool moonlight, the snow reflected a faint, ethereal glow; staring at it for too long would make your eyes feel tired and sore.

"President, be careful not to slip. When I was a kid, I fell a lot in winter, and other kids did too. Because of this, the stones in this area were removed a long time ago."

Shiraishi Sawah led Soga Kirei ahead, each step he took tentatively.

Fortunately, it hadn't snowed in Pengtian Village for two days, so the snow wasn't deep, and most of it melted under the sun.

With Shiraishi Sawa's footprints, which were over 40 yards in size, ahead of her, Soga Kiri Ren only needed to follow along.

Soon they arrived at Shiraishi Zexiu's destination—the greenhouse, which was still emitting a faint red glow.

"Oh dear, it's been so long, I mistook you for someone else." Shiraishi Zexiu opened the door, looked at the cucumber trellis in front of him, and said, "But since we're already here, it would be a shame not to take something with us."

Without hesitation, Shiraishizawa broke off a piece, casually wiped it with his hand, snapped it in half, took a bite himself, chewed it with satisfaction, and handed the other petal to Soga Kirei:

"Chairman, do you want some? I just stole some, but I don't know if Uncle Jiancun's cucumbers have any pesticides added. I might die from pesticide poisoning later."

“Then let’s get poisoned together.” Suwo Wulian took the cucumber, but her eating posture was much more graceful. She took small bites, her perfect jawline rising and falling, and her smooth long hair draped behind her, as deep and charming as the night sky.

This is a girl who can make people swoon even when she's eating.

"Hey, Zexiu, it's one thing to steal cucumbers, but to talk bad about them is going too far." A middle-aged man wearing a blue work jacket suddenly walked out from the trellis, laughing loudly.

Too suddenly, Soga Kirei took two steps back, one hand tightly gripping Shiraishi Sawa's arm, her graceful swan neck shrinking back into her collar in fear.

"You scared me! Uncle Jiancun, why aren't you turning on the lights here?" Shiraishi Zexiu said, patting his chest.

"The fill light is broken, I'm fixing it now. I haven't seen this child before, is she your girlfriend?" The middle-aged man asked curiously, eyeing the stunningly beautiful girl who shouldn't be there.

Soga Kirei, who was initially frightened, stepped forward again and stood next to Shiraishi Sawa, straightening her already upright posture. She couldn't help but start to think about whether there was anything wrong with her clothes.

"Yes." Shiraishi Zexiu's answer did not disappoint her, and Soga Kiriren bowed slightly.

"You can talk to girls now? But don't worry, my cucumbers are all-natural and pesticide-free, no need to worry about pesticide poisoning. Want to pick a few to take home?"

"Never mind, Uncle, I was just taking her to our greenhouse to pick some fruits and vegetables. I'll be going now, you can continue with your work."

--

The Shiraishi family's greenhouse was right next door. Shiraishi Zexiu opened the door, looked at the tomato trellis, and nodded to confirm that it was correct.

He took a bag out of his pocket and handed it to Soga Kirei, saying:

"President, please wait for me at the door. If you come in dressed in white and pick them, they'll get dirty easily. I'll pick them for you later, and you can hold them for me."

"it is good."

......

“My family used to grow watermelons, but they had many seeds, thick rinds, and little flesh. My dad was very discouraged and never recovered. He said he would never grow watermelons again.”

Shiraishi Zexiu walked out carrying a bunch of tomatoes and said.

Soga Kirei squatted on the ground, shining her phone's flashlight on something. Her long skirt outlined the curves of her hidden legs, smooth and beautiful, making one want to explore them.

"What are you looking at?" Shiraishi Zexiu walked over and squatted down beside him.

“Ants,” Soga Muren pointed to the ground.

Tiny ants were lining up to go in and out. At the end of the route was a small, red and white, crystal clear candy that someone had left there.

At this moment, a circle of ants is swarming around below, laboriously carrying the candy back to their nest.