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

......

He banged his head against the bright red button, and the blower finally stopped working. The white airflow gradually subsided, and the snowflakes in the sky gradually turned into straight falls.

Shiraishi Sawa, whose body was tense, fell down due to inertia.

The two girls in his arms were also pulled down to lie on either side by the arms around his waist.

"Have people from Aomori Prefecture always been this brave?" Kuramochi Sakura pulled down her mask and goggles, looked up at Shiraishi Sawa with a surprised expression, and asked incredulously.

"Or is it that the snow is really this heavy during your winter? But I don't think even Hokkaido has such an exaggerated amount of snow."

"Don't ask me, ask the coach next to you." Shiraishi Sawa Hideya took off his mask and said in a daze, "Yuko, stop hugging me."

Even thick clothes can cover it up, but they can't hide the softness of the world's number one peak. Shiraishi Sawa Hide shook his left hand and said to Takanashi Yuko, who was lying there.

"So tired—" Takanashi Yuko finally let go of his arms, but did not get up, continuing to lie down next to Shiraishi Sawa.

Shiraishi Sawa Hide remained calm. He wasn't tired because he had activated [Super Stamina] when he set off.

"Congratulations on completing the Snow Country Dance at maximum wind speed." Kyohashi Michika came over with a beaming smile to congratulate the three of them.

"Why wasn't there a step to select wind speed at the beginning?" Kuramochi Sakura asked, puzzled.

Kyohashi Mitsuhiro glanced at Shiraishi Sawa, then looked around, unsure of what to say.

"Eek—, Shiraishi-kun, you didn't do this on purpose just to seduce me, did you? You hugged me for so long just now, and you were hugging Yuuko too."

Kuramochi Sakurai, noticing the gaze, exclaimed in surprise.

"How could that be? Besides, what could I possibly feel through such thick clothes? Don't slander me."

“It’s okay.” Takanashi Yuuko grabbed Shiraishi Sawa’s arm.

"......"

It's hard to explain Shiraishi Sawa Hide.

--

"I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't explain it to them at the time. I was afraid they would give me a bad review. But it's okay. We still achieved our goal together, didn't we? Even though we were found out, we've already enjoyed ourselves."

I won't accept the tip this time; I look forward to cooperating with you again next time.

In the changing room, when there were only two of them, Kyohashi Michika bowed and apologized.

"Thank you so much," Shiraishi Zexiu said through gritted teeth.

This guy actually has the audacity to ask for a tip? How dare he?

"You're welcome."

[Kyotoshi Tobihiro's perspective]: The guest was very happy, and if it weren't for the final minor flaw, he would definitely have received a large tip.

Chapter 291 See you at the end of the year, Aomori.

"Look how quiet the world has become, the night wraps the sky with the gift of stars. At such a moment, one would want to get up and speak to the times, to history, to the universe."

Stepping out of the first-floor entrance, Shiraishi Zexiu looked up at the corner of the sky visible between the buildings. The scattered clouds were tinged with blackish-gray. Seeing that no one was around, he spread his hands slightly and said with a heroic air.

"So what do you want to say?" Looking at the sky, which seemed no different from usual, Kuramochi Sakura asked curiously.

There was no answer; Shiraishi Sawa looked at Takanashi Yuuko.

"What's wrong, Shiraishi? What do you want to say?" the girl asked earnestly, her head tilted slightly, her eyes filled with curiosity, her eyelids trembling like cicada wings. In fact, she was even more beautiful than the night sky.

"I wanted to say... that's what Mayakovsky said. I was trying to show off my literary skills, but you guys didn't come up with a straight man, which puts me in an awkward position." With a long sigh, Shiraishi Sawa said helplessly.

"Next time I'll definitely quote something more famous, so everyone can remember it immediately. Like, 'There was a night when I was heartbroken because I was upset about a hole in my sock,' how about that?"

“No Longer Human,” Yuko Takanashi thoughtfully added this time. “I’ll read more books in the future.”

Kuramochi Sakura looked at this show-off scum with disdain, sighed, and then hugged Takanashi Yuuko's arm, "Don't read for this guy anymore, let's go, let's go check out the next street."

"It's getting late, Sakura." After hesitating for a few seconds, Takanashi Yuuko finally said.

"It's not too late now," Kuramochi Sakura looked at her phone. "It's only nine o'clock."

Then, as if remembering something, the girl lightly patted her head and looked at Shiraishi Sawa:

"Shiraishi-kun, how about I borrow Yuko from you tonight so she can stay here and sleep with me?"

"How much are you willing to pay for the right to sleep with Yuko for one night? If it's a lot of money, I might consider it." Shiraishi Sawa said with a smile, rubbing his thumb against his index finger, striking a pose as if he wanted money.

"Yuko—, look at Shiraishi-kun, this is how he treats you. Stop liking him, who can stand such scum?" Kuramochi Sakura tried to get Takanashi Yuko to join her in their indignation.

"I don't care, as long as Takanashi agrees, but she's picky about beds." Facing Kuramochi Sakura's increasingly hostile gaze, Shiraishi Sawa waved his hand.

"How about it, Yuuko! Stay at my place tonight. The hotel is quite nice, and you shouldn't have trouble sleeping in the same bed. I slept with my mother last night, and I really don't want to go through that again. If you don't come, I have no reason to book another room myself~"

Kuramochi Sakurai shook Takanashi Yuuko's arm affectionately.

"I really can't tonight, Sakura," Yuuko Takanashi said hesitantly, "but it's not because I'm not used to sleeping in the same bed. I promised Shiraishi's mother that I would explore how to knit a sweater with her tonight, and I absolutely can't break my promise."

The reason I feel it's late is because she goes to bed before 11 pm, and I'm afraid I won't have enough time. Tomorrow or the day after, you can sleep with Yinglian.

The condition of Shiraishi's mother alone is enough to make it impossible to break the promise—even if the other party may not dislike you because of it.

"Ah, how come it is like this? But I really can't do what I promised my elders." Although Kuramochi Sakura was disappointed, she didn't make things difficult for Takanashi Yuuko.

“But when I sleep with my mother, she keeps touching my chest, and I don’t dare touch her back…” Kuramochi Sakura said with a bitter face, then noticed Shiraishi Sawa looking at her with surprise, and realized that she wasn’t the only one with Takanashi Yuuko. “Don’t listen, Shiraishi!”

"I haven't found a way to automatically turn off my hearing yet, I'm very sorry. If you really don't want to sleep with Aunt Jianhua, why don't you come to my house and sleep with the little birds?" Shiraishi Zexiu said with a shrug.

Although he really wanted Kuramochi Sakura to explain this part in detail, Shiraishi Sawa was very curious. Could it be that the 'culprit' that turned from | into } had been found? Would there be a chance to turn into )つ in the future?

"Okay, let's go." As soon as Shiraishi Sawa finished speaking, without hesitation, Kuramochi Sakura pulled Takanashi Yuuko toward the nearby train station.

As if the other party had been waiting for this sentence, Shiraishi Sawah hesitated for half a second before choosing to follow.

"Aren't you going to tell your mother first?" Shiraishi Sawa asked curiously after catching up with the two girls.

"Let's talk about it when I get there, otherwise I'm afraid she'll stop me or follow me."

"You did the right thing." His expression turned serious, and Shiraishi Zexiu nodded vigorously.

--

The scenery outside the tram was enveloped in the pitch-black night, with scattered lights flickering along the roadside in the farmland, like a game of chess that had just begun.

Through the train window, Shiraishi Sawa could feel the strong wind outside, because the melting snow from the top of the train was clinging to the outside of the window and flowing backward at an angle.

Kuramochi Sakura sat in her seat talking to Takanashi Yuuko, so there was no need for any further introductions. Shiraishi Sawa looked at his own reflection in the many water droplets.

When he got off at Hōda Station, he accidentally got a few drops of water on him. Shiraishi Sawah pulled on his clothes and shook them off.

It must be said that grass always has an extremely strong vitality; it is difficult to stop its vitality no matter when, where, or what season.

In Yu Guangzhong's story, Shiraishi Zexiu, the "know-it-all of Pengtian," discovered that the small patch of grass at his feet was the same one he had seen when he first returned home.

He could no longer distinguish one from another, because where there should have been only three small grasses, too many tender shoots had sprouted, emerald green and covered with glistening water droplets. However, 'Zexiu' must be one of the five relatively tall grasses among them.

When they arrived at the door, Shiraishi Sawa was still carrying two proper lucky bags in his hands, so Takanashi Yuuko unlocked the gate for the fence—Shiraishi Kanae gave her a key with complete peace of mind.

"Auntie, I'm back." Takanashi Yuko said softly as she pushed open the front door of the house.

The light in the entryway was still on, and with the sound of slippers slapping, Shiraishi Kanae quickly appeared in front of the three.

"Yuuko's back! Shall we go take a shower first? Eh? And who's this...?"

“Hello, Auntie,” Kuramochi Sakura bowed politely. “I am Yuuko and Sawa Hide’s friend. I’m here to stay at your house for the day.”

"Oh, okay, there are two rooms that have already been cleaned up. I'll take you there in a bit." After a half-second pause, Shiraishi Kanae nodded, then glanced at Shiraishi Sawashu with a subtle look.

For some reason, Shiraishi Sawa felt that the gaze he was being given was the same one that Kuramochi Sakura had been using to look at him most of the time today.

It must be my imagination.

"Mom, it's not what you think." Shiraishi Sawah conveyed this message with his eyes.

Unfortunately, the other person's gaze didn't change at all; in fact, it showed even more disdain.

No, it's not!

"No need, thank you Auntie. Youzi and I can share a room."

"That's fine, I'll add an extra blanket for you." Withdrawing her veiled gaze, Shiraishi Kanae took the slippers and left to go upstairs to tidy up the room.

As I walked, I continued to ponder an idea I had just had:

"Wouldn't it be better if the Baishi family's legacy ended with this generation? This child might really be beyond saving."

She herself felt lonely, but with such a son around, the house would never feel lonely even if she wanted to.

--

The mother went upstairs to tidy up the room, and Shiraishi Sawa took over the task of entertaining, but it was really just about peeling some fruit, as there wasn't much to offer.

Then, all the daily necessities in the lucky bags were placed in appropriate locations or warehouses according to their categories.

After finishing all that, I took a shower and returned to the living room. Shiraishi Kanae and Takanashi Yuko were both knitting sweaters and chatting together.

Kuramochi Sakura sat in the kotatsu, with a photo album of Shiraishi Sawa on the table, but she was curiously looking around.

The environment here was probably quite novel to her. At the Kuramochi family's house, Shiraishi Sawa had never even seen a kotatsu. The indoor temperature of the villa probably hadn't changed much throughout the year.

The walls were adorned with fragrant dried tangerine peels, and the farm tools in the corner of the room were all novelties.

Finding the hair dryer, Shiraishi Sawa returned to the bathroom. Not long after, Shiraishi Kanae walked in alone.

Adjust the speed to a low setting so it won't interfere with conversation between the two people.

"Mom, Yinglian and I are really not what you think, it couldn't be more true."

“It’s alright,” Shiraishi Kanae waved her hand, a relieved smile on her face. “It’s not important. Mom has already let it go. Do whatever you want, just don’t ruin yourself. And don’t worry about your dad. He’s even more open-minded about this than I am. Men, you know.”

The explanation was clearly completely ignored.

"So, Mom, what did you come in to say? Do you need to use the restroom? Then I'll stop blowing now."

"No, Mom just chatted with Yinglian. She said she's going back to Tokyo on the 6th, which is the day after tomorrow. You and Youzi can just take her plane back together, it'll be more convenient."

"Mom, didn't you want me to bother you for a few more days? I can go back on the 8th or 9th."

"Forget it, a few more days won't make a difference. You have a class reunion on the 8th, so it's better to go back early. You should always leave yourself some leeway when you do things."

"I said it was optional, and I never planned to go anyway." Shiraishi Sawa scratched his half-wet hair, turned off the hairdryer, and planned to let the rest air dry.