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

"Didn't I say that you have to dry your hair completely?" Shiraishi Kanae reached out and slapped Shiraishi Sawah on the back of the head, took the hair dryer, pressed Shiraishi Sawah onto the small stool in the bathroom, and continued to dry his hair.

"If you're not interested in these things, what about Yuuko? Just now, Sakura asked Yuuko if she was going, and guess what she said?"

“Let me tell you what I have to say,” Shiraishi Zexiu said confidently.

"You also know that Sakura said she wouldn't go if Yuuko wasn't going. I think she was indirectly telling me that she and Yuuko share the same attitude, so you should go back to Tokyo with Sakura on the 6th."

"Actually, Sakura...actually, Yuuko...okay, then let's go back on the 6th." Shiraishi Sawa thought for a moment, then gave up explaining. Although he was sure that Takanashi Yuuko didn't care about the gathering, he was speechless at the misinterpretation of Kuramochi Sakura's meaning. It would be difficult to explain this to his mother.

Whether you stay two more days or two less days, the difference isn't significant.

"Yuko is a good...Yuko, Kiri, and Chiyo are all good girls, and there's also Sakura Rei. Although I've only known her for a short time, she has no temper at all and speaks to me very politely and courteously. I don't know what's wrong with you. You've found four girls that you couldn't find even with a lantern."

Shiraishi Sawa looked up, glanced at Shiraishi Kanae's expression, sighed, and stopped arguing.

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll take good care of them. You can be angry, but don't keep criticizing me in one place. My hair is about to catch fire."

"I wonder if those four kids who were burned bald still like you," Shiraishi Kanae said thoughtfully.

"Mom, my hair's dry, I'm leaving now, bye-bye." Sensing that his mother was about to put his idea into practice, Shiraishi Sawa quickly got up and left the bathroom.

"Kuramochi-san, when are you going back on the 6th? I've decided to hitch a ride with Yuko back to Tokyo."

"We expect to see if there are any setbacks in the finalization of the plan this afternoon, or maybe that evening. Then you can come back with me, so I won't have to face my mother alone on the plane," Kuramochi Sakura said, looking up.

"Wait, if you put it that way, I'll think about it some more."

"There's no going back. I kept my word this afternoon, and you should too."

"Okay—" Shiraishi Zexiu stretched and climbed the slightly worn ladder upstairs. "Go to sleep early, I'm going back to my room first."

"I want to see your bedroom," Kuramochi Sakura said, closing the photo album.

"I'm afraid you'll think I'm seducing you if I don't show you."

"You stingy person."

--

The remaining two days were rather uneventful. Kuramochi Sakura had to work in the afternoon, and after she woke up, the three of them went to Aomori City for work again after having lunch at the Shiraishi family's house.

However, Shiraishi Sawa, who was supposed to be just loafing around, has instead endured torment he shouldn't have had to bear these past two days.

Especially when Kuramochi Mika came to the three of them's office in the afternoon and took the initiative to ask him to attend a meeting with her, Shiraishi Sawa's refusal to deal with this elder's 'rogue' behavior was completely ineffective. After all, his original ally, Kuramochi Sakura, immediately betrayed him, and Takanashi Yuuko was even more unable to resist.

The scene depicted by the three of them makes it seem more like Shiraishi Sawa is the real secretary, while Kuramochi Sakura and Takanashi Yuuko are the ones who were called in to help.

Fortunately, his intelligence was decent, and with his limited experience and on-site learning, he managed to get through it.

--

On January 6th, at noon, Pengtian Village bid farewell to the young man who was about to leave his hometown with a gentle snowfall.

"Did you fill in the wrong delivery address? Don't go back to your apartment and not receive your package. It's still cold in Tokyo, don't catch a cold..."

At the entrance of the small building, Shiraishi Kanae was chattering incessantly to Shiraishi Zexiu.

Most of the luggage was sent by courier. Shiraishi Sawa and Takanashi Yuko still only had a small amount of luggage. Mimi was taking a nap with her eyes closed in the cat cage.

Because she was to leave on the 6th, on the night of the 5th, Takanashi Yuuko did not stay in Aomori to accompany Kuramochi Sakura but also returned to the Shiraishi family.

"I know, Mom. I'm always pretty good at handling things, aren't I?"

"Before you go to Tokyo to study." Kanae Shiraishi glared at her and added a timeframe.

'Don't look for a fifth girl!' This was the message conveyed through her eyes, because Yuko Takanashi was present.

"Definitely! Definitely!" Shiraishi Zexiu nodded sincerely, truly unable to resist.

"Alright, the tram is coming soon. Go wait at the platform. I don't need to cook for you or see you. It's much more comfortable at home."

After tidying up Shiraishi Sawa and Takanashi Yuko's clothes for the third time, Shiraishi Kanae retreated into the courtyard and said.

"Okay—I'll come back and bother you again at the end of the year."

"You can come back and bother me if you have nothing to do during summer vacation."

"Okay, okay~ I'm off, Mom!"

"be careful."

"it is good!"

Waving to his mother, Shiraishi Sawah walked towards the station carrying the cat cage.

"I guarantee that if I turn around now, my mom will be watching me, and she might even scold me," Shiraishi Zexiu said softly.

"Auntie has always been a very kind person."

"Call me Mom."

"mom."

"I didn't mean for you to call me Takanashi," Shiraishi Sawa said with a laugh.

"What is it called, it's called... um~" The girl's lips were covered by a large hand, preventing her from making a sound.

"Shut up."

Seeing Shiraishi Sawa's renewed interest, Takanashi Yuuko smiled gently.

--

The negotiations went relatively smoothly, and at 3:30 p.m., a private plane slowly took off from the runway at Aomori Airport.

"Doing business is so tiring, and it has such a bad effect on my skin. It's terrible. Shiraishi-kun, I wish you were my daughter. You're much more useful."

Inside the plane, Kuramochi Mika lay lazily on the recliner, her face covered with a face mask, radiating a dewy glow.

"Auntie Jianhua, I still prefer to be a boy. I hope your dream doesn't come true." Shiraishi Zexiu didn't want to go through this kind of forced work, so he decisively waved his hand and refused.

"But your talent in business is much higher than Ying Lian's."

"Mother, your daughter is also on the plane. If you want to say something bad, could you say it when I can't hear you?" The girl sitting next to Takanashi Yuuko finally looked up helplessly, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and said angrily but helplessly.

"By the way, Sakura, when you pick a boyfriend, remember to pick someone with talent like Shiraishi. Shiraishi would be the best choice. Otherwise, if the Kuramochi family doesn't fall into my or your hands, I'll be subjected to domestic violence when I meet your father in the future."

Kuramochi Sakura looked at Shiraishi Sawa, her cherry lips parted slightly, opening and closing a few times in the air, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself, and finally closed them tightly without saying a word.

“However,” Kuramochi Mika’s voice suddenly became somewhat troubled, “if I go to Shiraishi-kun, what should I say when I see your father? Oh dear, this is a bit difficult.”

Shiraishi Sawah performed a scene where he choked on the air without having eaten or drunk anything.

He already felt that Kuramochi Mika was even more terrifying than Ichiriki Nao. Sensing that she seemed to be about to turn her head to look at him, Shiraishi Sawa immediately turned his head to look out the window.

As the ground receded into the distance, the crowds and vehicles gradually shrank until they became indistinguishable.

White became the dominant color in this bird's-eye view, painting the window canvas together with the clouds.

The plane broke through the clouds, and Aomori disappeared from sight.

"See you at the end of the year, Aomori," the boy said.

Chapter 292 The Song of the Otaku Princess

As the clouds rise, an aerial view of Tokyo appears in the window, revealing the familiar cityscape with buildings standing side by side.

The endless stream of vehicles acts like the blood vessels of Tokyo's heart, constantly pumping in new vitality.

The skyscrapers were no longer just small dots; their intricate construction gradually became clearer. After a slight tremor, the plane landed smoothly at Tokyo Airport.

"Shiraishi-kun and Takanashi-chan, would you like to have dinner with us?" Kuramochi Mika asked with a smile as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Thank you, Auntie, but no need. It's not our mealtime now, and we plan to go home first." Under the expectant gaze of Kuramochi Sakura, Shiraishi Sawa declined the offer and went straight back to Tahara's apartment with Takanashi Yuuko.

--

"Zexiu? Youzi? You're back from your hometown?" As soon as they arrived at the apartment building, they ran into their neighbor, Oura Hiroaki, who stepped forward and patted Shiraishi Zexiu hard on the back with a sincere smile.

"Yes, Uncle Dapu, Happy New Year." The two bowed and offered their blessings.

"Happy New Year. Also, please don't leave your packages directly at the door in the future. They're easy to get stolen. Even though there are security cameras, it's hard to find them if someone outside the building takes them."

"Okay, I understand." Shiraishi Sawa was a little confused, but still nodded. After Oura Hiroaki left, he asked Takanashi Yuuko with a puzzled look:

"Little Bird, did you order this package? Or is it that our luggage was delivered so quickly?"

“I didn’t buy it.” Takanashi Yuko shook her head.

Upon reaching the second floor, just as Hiroaki Oura had said, there were two small packages placed at the apartment entrance, bearing the name 'Hideaki Shiraishi'.

Holding the two items, Shiraishi Sawa opened the door and went inside.

Everything was familiar: the sofa, the TV, the coffee table, all lying quietly. The calligraphy copybook under the coffee table, perhaps blown by the wind, had been turned open and was now stuck on the page where the writing was halfway done.

Mimi, inside the cat cage, started scratching at the small door with her paws, making a 'click-click' noise. Clearly, this home was still more familiar to her.

I pressed the button in the entryway, and the LED light in the living room lit up after a half-second of static, illuminating the entire room as if to awaken it.

"Very good, not much dust." He wiped the armrest of the sofa, and his fingers were not dusty. Shiraishi Zexiu nodded in satisfaction and lay down lazily.

"Cool!"

This is a different kind of comfort than when I was at my home in Hōda.

Then, remembering the two strange packages by the door, he sat up and took them to his face to open.

"Takanashi, do you think this might be a bomb sent to me by terrorists? I'm a little reluctant to detonate it."

"Probably not," the girl sitting to the side said with a smile.

The fairly exquisite outer shell was opened, and coincidentally, there were two cards inside. Even more coincidentally, both cards only had "Happy New Year" written on them.

However, based on the handwriting, Shiraishi Sawah was still able to distinguish between Ichiyo Ichiryu and Soga Kirei.

They didn't even tell me they were going to give me a gift.

"So it wasn't a bomb after all." Shiraishi Sawa's face even showed a hint of regret, but then he carefully unwrapped the inner packaging, played with and admired the gifts for a while, and then placed them in a spot in the room where they wouldn't get dusty or fall off.

As Takanashi Yuuko came out of the room, she twirled the ring on her ring finger, and Shiraishi Sawa noticed a hint of annoyance on the girl's face.

With a light laugh, Shiraishi Zexiu walked over and patted her head: "What's there to be upset about? Didn't I already give myself a New Year's gift on your behalf?"

“It’s different,” Yuko Takanashi shook her head, “but I definitely didn’t send it… ah~”

Takanashi Yuko was suddenly picked up by the waist and instinctively grabbed the culprit's arm, forced to walk towards a room that hadn't been slept in for ten days.