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

Seeing that no one was around, Shiraishi Sawa took a lick and, before Takanashi Yuuko could react, walked to another table with his hands behind his back.

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"How's it going, Soga-kun?" Shiraishi Sawa walked over to Soga Kirei and bent down to look at the artwork in her hands.

Soga Kirei's method is to make each component individually first and then assemble them together. So the full appearance of the aircraft cannot be seen yet, but judging from the precision of the parts, it will not be bad.

"We can win."

"President, your competitive spirit is really strong." Shiraishi Sawa said with a smile, casually playing with the girl's hair with his hands behind his back.

Soga Kirei turned her head, and Shiraishi Sawa immediately let go of her hand—afraid that the movement would pull her hair.

The girl bit her lower lip with her upper teeth, adding a touch of moisture to her lips. Her mouth was slightly bulging, like a startled little pufferfish, making one want to pinch it.

So cute.

"It's all because of Ze Xiu."

"Hey! I understand. When I'm about to die of old age, I'll commit seppuku to atone for my sins."

"Don't die, stay by my side all the time."

“I’ll stay here. Okay, you can continue. Don’t corrupt the children.” Noticing the little girl next to him, whose eyes were already sparkling after hearing their conversation, Shiraishi Sawa said.

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"The young lady's handiwork is not bad."

Standing next to Chiyo Ichiriki, Shiraishi Sawa commented after examining the airplane she had built.

"..."

"Pay attention to me." There was no response. Shiraishi Sawa then placed the hood of Chiyo's coat over her head.

Chiyo put the hat back, shook her head vigorously, and her high-quality, ink-black hair swayed smoothly, exuding a subtle fragrance.

"Give me some attention."

"First you called Takanashi, then you went to Soga's side, and only then did you think of this place?" Chiyo Ichii added details to the airplane with her carving knife without turning around.

"Good heavens, good heavens. Are you jealous of this? Your seat is clearly the furthest from mine, I just followed the principle of proximity."

Shiraishi Sawa put her hat back on, placed his hands on her shoulders, and massaged her.

"Stop messing around," Chiyo turned and glared at him as her hat was pulled off again. "I'm competing with someone, don't bother me."

"You want to compete? You're just making excuses to run away because you can't beat me at Ludo. Admit it, you're no match for me at Ludo and Chinese Chess."

“What’s there to say about a game like Ludo that’s purely based on luck?” Chiyo didn’t refute this statement, and then added, “I’ll definitely beat you next time.”

"Next time I'll definitely be willing to blow up your pieces."

"Give it a try."

"I'd never be willing to part with it." A true man can bend and stretch.

"Why aren't you taking care of your own group? What are you doing wandering around here?"

"Otherwise, should I teach them how to make clay airplanes? They'd probably teach me the same thing."

"I'm really worried about your future children. What if they inherit this gene?" Chiyo shook her head and sighed.

"Isn't that what I have? Perfect genes for a rich young lady, which can make up for all my shortcomings. We're such a perfect match." Shiraishi Zexiu tightened his grip a little more.

"Hmph." Chiyo snorted, agreeing with the assessment, and then said, "Aren't Soga and Takanashi's genes quite good too? Why don't they find someone?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't look for it... Hmm!"

Shiraishi Sawa's matter-of-fact tone lasted for a second before he bent over and clutched his stomach, where he had just been elbowed.

"Next time you're going to elbow me, please tell me in advance, okay? That way I can tense my abs and it won't hurt," Shiraishi Sawa said, gasping for breath.

"Here comes the elbow strike." Chiyo turned her head and smiled gently.

"..." Shiraishi Sawa exerted his strength. If someone lifted his clothes, they would see his very obvious and well-defined six-pack abs—two of them were still working on and were only in their initial stages.

"Damn it, you fox, you're lying to me."

"Well!"

"Did they lie? There was just a delay."

Having been injured a second time, Shiraishi Sawah clutched his stomach and slunk away from this place of trouble. A woman who can lie is truly terrifying.

Watching the fleeing figure, the little fox had a smug smile on its face.

So cute.

Although his stomach hurt a little, Shiraishi Sawa was immersed in a feeling called happiness.

He longed to run outside, to the TV station, to the entire Earth and the entire universe, and loudly tell everyone that the girls he loved were all so adorable.

They are such precious treasures that they deserve to be shown off.

On the lectern, Mimura Sora and Shiraishi Sawa were chatting idly. Looking at her best student, who now occasionally broke into a silly grin, she felt a little worried.

--

The winter sun shines through the gaps between the floors, its rays, though fragmented, still gently kiss every person and thing, giving them its own warmth.

Shiraishi Sawa moved the chair outside, leaned it against the wall, and lay down comfortably in the sunlight.

In the courtyard, paper airplanes flew everywhere. For safety reasons—although the noses of the airplanes were deliberately blunted, it still hurts if they hit someone—Kuichi Mimura made them fly from one direction to another, so Hideaki Shiraishi would never be hit head-on.

At most, there's a chance they might fly to his side.

In the clay airplane competition just now, Shiraishi Sawa's table successfully won first place with the help of the cheat code Yuko Takanashi.

Shiraishi Sawa shamelessly showed off in front of them, and was met with many disdainful looks.

The other groups tied for second place—actually, this was suggested by Shiraishi Sawa to Mimura Sora, with the high-sounding reason that having a first place is to give the children a goal to pursue, and tying for second place is to prevent the children from feeling inferior.

Or rather, it was to prevent a possible war.

Another hard day for world peace.

Chapter 280 Paper Airplanes Can Also Cause Wars [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

The fragmented sunlight gradually dissipated, and the world outside my eyelids grew dim.

I'd only been lying down for a dozen minutes and the sun was already gone?

Shiraishi Sawa opened his eyes. The culprit had been found: Ichiyo's beautiful eyes were staring straight at him.

With her fair, jade-like face, rosy lips, and delicate nose, the afternoon breeze caused her black hair to flutter and sway, casting a hazy glow on her from the blocked sunlight.

He was amazed by her from every angle, even after spending so much time together. Looking at her up close again, he was still struck by her beauty.

"What's wrong?" Shiraishi Zexiu stopped leaning against the wall, sat up and stretched his body, and asked.

"Come and help."

Without saying a word, Chiyo turned around immediately upon entering, knowing he would follow. The sound of his footsteps soon arriving filled her with a small, sweet feeling.

"Is it him? What's wrong?" Under a thick, old-looking tree, a little boy covered his face, and a low sob came from under his arm. Shiraishi Zexiu patted his shoulder and looked around in surprise.

“It’s on your head, there.” Chiyo tilted her head back, revealing her beautiful, snow-white neck. Her hands grew upwards like saplings. For a moment, Shiraishi Sawah didn’t know whether to look in the direction she was pointing or to look at her.

"Did you see that?"

"Huh? Oh, let me see." Shiraishi Sawa Hide just chose to look at her.

With Chiyo's correction, Shiraishizawa Hide finally found what she wanted to show him—a paper airplane stuck in the middle of a tree branch.

The initial assessment of the location was about 3.5 meters away, because Shiraishi Sawa tried to take off his coat and jump, but his fingertips were still some distance from the tree branch.

Shiraishi Sawa is capable of dunking; aside from the snow, he can reach up to three meters high.

To prevent children from climbing and to keep them warm, the tree itself has a one-meter-long anti-climb board in the middle of the trunk. Even Shiraishi Sawa Hide couldn't climb it. He tried to shake it, but the tree was so thick that he could barely hug it. It was clearly like an ant trying to shake a big tree.

"This is hard to get, how about we just forget about it? I'll fold another one for you. I can fold a heavy paper airplane, which will fly farther and more steadily than the one Teacher Kongyi taught, okay?"

Shiraishi Sawa gave up, then bent down to look at the little boy and asked.

"Waaaaah, no! Waaaaah!"

“Look closely, that’s not cardboard,” Chiyo sighed and reminded him.

Shiraishi Sawa then realized that the paper was bluish and was a 5,000 yen bill. No wonder the child was reluctant to part with it. For the elementary school students of Hōda Village, 5,000 yen was a real fortune, the kind that would get them a severe scolding if lost.

Most of it was his New Year's money. He's really bold, using banknotes to fold paper airplanes.

He patted his pockets and realized he hadn't brought his wallet with him.

"Don't look at me. If I had cash, I wouldn't be here looking for you. You can look around."

Following the direction Chiyo was pointing, there was a pile of fallen, withered branches in the corner.

"You should have said so earlier." He found a branch of a suitable length, with a perfect shape. If it were his younger self who had picked it up, the surrounding bushes would definitely not have been able to escape his swordsmanship.

Actually, I'm also feeling a bit restless inside.

Shiraishi Sawa started jumping again. With the branches, he could barely reach the height where the banknotes were, but because he was right in the middle of the branches, it was difficult to touch them.

"That's so stupid, don't fall down." Chiyo crossed her arms and watched Shiraishi Sawa with great interest as he jumped around.

"Let's rest for a while." Panting heavily, Shiraishi Zexiu leaned against a tree to rest. The little boy, who had been watching with teary eyes, started crying again.

Shiraishi Sawa leaned closer to Ichiyo and whispered in her ear:

"Kids who are too naughty are so annoying. If our future children are like that, don't stop me when I'm disciplining them."

“If you were to take over a child from the family, the things he had to learn when he was little would be enough to annoy him, and he wouldn’t have time to be mischievous. Besides, given my mother’s love for children, she’ll definitely be the one to stop you when the time comes.”

Feeling the warm breath on her ear, Chiyo turned her head slightly, her pretty face blushing slightly, like a newly blooming rose, whether because of the topic of conversation or something else.

"Who had a child with you? Go find your Takanashi and Soga." Chiyo realized what she meant and changed her words.

Shiraishi Sawa didn't say "I didn't say I wouldn't have children" again, and looked up at the ceiling, "What should we do?"

“You’re really stupid,” Chiyo sighed. “With just a little less distance, couldn’t you have let me ride on your head and used a branch to knock it down?”

Shiraishi Sawah hesitated for a moment, then looked at the lovely girl:

"Fox, you didn't steal this plane and throw it up there, did you?"