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

"I do not have."

"Just waiting to receive the package." The young lady didn't even consider this issue.

The two of them stepped into the next elevator.

The flow of people was huge, and the elevator was equally crowded. Once inside, Chiyo stood in a corner of the elevator, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, clasped together at the hem of her pleated skirt. Shiraishi Sawa was facing her, tightly 'locking' her inside.

The bulging curves in front of her body pressed tightly against Shiraishi Sawa, making her alluring and captivating.

A mixture of different perfume scents wafted from behind, a scent that people prone to motion sickness naturally find repulsive. Shiraishi Sawa rested his chin on Ichiyo's head, lowering his head to gently inhale the delicate fragrance emanating from each strand of the girl's glossy black hair.

It is as natural as a thawed stream, clear and clean.

Looking at himself on either side of the elevator wall, Shiraishi Zexiu couldn't help but smile.

The wonderful sensation on my chest suddenly vanished, replaced by a much harder barrier, leaving me feeling lost and disoriented.

Shiraishi Sawah subconsciously looked down, only to meet Ichiyo Ichii's teasing gaze. Ichiyo's hands were currently protecting her chest.

"Sigh—" Shiraishi Sawah shook his head and sighed, his warm breath brushing against Ichiyo's ear.

"What's wrong?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

"It's nothing, just a little regrettable. It's a beautiful scene, but it's missing something that could make it even better." After thinking for a moment, Shiraishi Sawa continued:

"It's like a winter afternoon when the sunlight suddenly becomes as intense as summer. You feel a little sleepy, so you find a deck chair, move it to the doorway, and bask in the bright sunshine. A gentle breeze blows through the wind chimes on your head, but alas, you can't find a glass of sake to enjoy. That's the kind of regret you feel."

"Heh~" Chiyo couldn't help but chuckle after hearing this, her voice as gentle as a wind chime in the breeze. "Baby dog, I really didn't expect you to describe being a pervert in such a beautiful way."

"What do you mean by being a lecher? I just have an eye for beauty... and a chest that's good at discovering beauty. Just think about it, that scene was so close to being perfect. What a pity."

"Sorry, I don't really like alcohol, I can enjoy it without sake."

"Why did this happen? I should have chosen a different script." Shiraishi Zexiu feigned annoyance.

Chiyo clenched her fists, which she had been holding in front of her chest, and punched Shiraishi Sawa twice.

After it was finished, it wasn't put back in its original position, but instead hung down again, and the softness returned.

"Go drink your wine." Chiyo's tone was like that of a princess from a bygone era bestowing a title upon her personal knight.

"Drink it in big gulps," Shiraishi Sawa said with a smile, then leaned forward further, squeezing out even more of the already limited space in Chiyo.

Not to mention their legs and chest, even their lower abdomens were almost touching.

"Taking an inch and wanting a mile." Feeling her hands being gently held by one of Shiraishi Sawa's hands—leaving her unable to resist—while the other hand pressed against her waist, Ichiyo rolled her eyes, yet it also seemed like a seductive glance.

Unfortunately, Shiraishi Sawa, who had rested his chin on her hair again, couldn't see it.

"No, there were too many people. The people behind me were pushing me." With a laugh, Shiraishi Sawa said close to the girl's delicate ear.

"There's almost a person's seat left behind you. This is already considered workplace sexual harassment."

"Impossible, you must be mistaken."

After her symbolic resistance proved ineffective, Chiyo resigned herself to her fate and leaned her head forward, resting on Shiraishi Sawa's shoulder. She then closed her eyes, equally content.

"What are you doing?" Feeling the other person's hands start to struggle again, Shiraishi Sawa squeezed them a little harder.

"Idiot, we've reached the thirty-fourth floor," Chiyo said with a mix of exasperation and disdain.

"Damn, how did it go so fast?" Shiraishi Zexiu turned around. There weren't many people left in the elevator, and it was already showing that it had risen to the thirty-third floor.

"Are there any classes on the 52nd floor? Should we go there first?" Shiraishi Zexiu persisted.

"What do you say?"

"Damn, this afternoon is too short. Who can drink to their heart's content?" Still feeling unsatisfied, Chiyo turned and walked to the side. She finally emerged from that awkward corner and began to stretch her body.

"It's so crowded, it's all your fault."

"When is lunchtime? When are the most people?" The elevator doors opened, and the two walked out side by side. Shiraishi Zexiu stroked his chin and pondered.

"I never want to squeeze into an elevator again." Chiyo looked up at him and said with a half-smile.

"This is not good. A good leader must be considerate of the people's feelings. Look at so many employees crowding the elevator. As their future president's wife, you should also try to feel it more."

Shiraishi Sawa's patient and earnest teachings were met with nothing but a mocking smile.

"I'm the president's wife? Who's the president?"

"Ahem, what do you think of me?"

"We're better off without this company."

"Fine, fine, but taking the elevator really does have a lot of advantages, let me tell you a few..."

--

Pushing open the door to the room, the spacious conference room appeared quite empty, but it wasn't the one-on-one lecture that Shiraishi Sawa had anticipated.

Besides an elderly man who looked quite old but was full of energy sitting in front of the multimedia screen, drinking water from a thermos, there were several men and women in suits in the conference room, ranging in age from their twenties to their forties.

After greeting the teacher, the two sat in the empty seats in the back row.

When the old man saw the two of them arrive, he closed his water glass, opened the PowerPoint presentation on the multimedia screen, picked up the screen remote, and began to teach.

"Finance is an element that businesses cannot avoid nowadays..."

“I thought it would be a one-on-one lecture.” A young man who looked like a teaching assistant handed over two handouts. After taking them and glancing at them, Shiraishi Sawa asked in a low voice.

"That's what my parents thought and planned, but I refused. I don't like being watched. After explaining a part of the story, they specifically asked me if I understood it. It felt really bad." Chiyo raised her eyebrows innocently.

“I understand. Hey, where’s Kuramochi-san? Aren’t you supposed to be in charge of the project together? Why are you the only one listening?” Shiraishi Sawa looked around and indeed couldn’t find Kuramochi Sakura.

“She learned about this type this morning and is already practicing it. Besides, I won’t listen to you. I plan to be a pretty but useless president’s wife. The only person I need to listen to is you.” Chiyo Ichiyuki said with a smile, taking out two pens from her small bag and handing one to Shiraishi Sawa.

"Okay, okay, I got it." Shiraishi Zexiu smiled indifferently and began to underline and mark on the handouts of the old man's PPT.

I just glanced through the lecture notes. This session is about modern enterprises, which incorporate factors such as finance and the internet. It discusses how to manage them, how to select and appoint talent, and in which departments and at which points should careful consideration be given...

It was quite novel; Shiraishi Sawa had never heard of it before, and his understanding of finance was largely limited to a joke.

Q: Your teacher has fallen into the water. How would you use your professional skills to help him?

A: Let the invisible hand of the market give him a helping hand.

Although this course was not taught individually, it was clearly tailor-made for Ichiyo, because Shiraishi Sawa Hide, despite having no prior knowledge, was able to keep up and understand all the meanings if he listened carefully.

"What did he mean by that sentence he said earlier?" While the old man was drinking water, Ichiyo patted Shiraishi Sawah's shoulder with the back of her hand, pointed to a sentence in the handout, and turned to ask.

Her beautiful brows were furrowed, and her pearly teeth unconsciously nibbled on the pen cap, a very cute gesture. A small water stain on the pen cap glistened and reflected the white light in the room.

Although she said, "I won't listen," Chiyo was basically focused once she entered the room, which was completely different from her usual state when she was in class at school.

"This sentence means the risk coefficient of finance..." Shiraishi Zexiu explained earnestly. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that although the old man had finished drinking water, he did not continue the lecture after seeing the two of them talking.

It's essentially still individual instruction.

Her brows relaxed, and Ichiyo marked and annotated that sentence.

"You're awesome, baby dog."

"This was said a long time ago, why are you only asking now?"

"You were studying so intently just now. Before, when you were reading novels in the activity room, you would sneak a glance at me every minute. Today? You only glanced at me once every seven or eight minutes. I didn't want to disturb you. Sigh, this is the first time I've felt so frustrated."

Chiyo smiled broadly, like a fox who had just stolen a sheep.

"..." For a moment, Shiraishi Sawa Hide didn't know what to say. He thought his 'peeping' was foolproof. Damn it, could it be that the president had noticed all along? In the activity room, he had been glancing at both sides!

"Love doesn't disappear, it just changes... it won't transfer. I'm just loving you in a different way. After all, I'm studying for you. Is there anything you don't understand?" Shiraishi Sawa asked awkwardly.

"It's gone."

"You're great, baby fox."

Looking up, Shiraishi Sawa gave the old man an 'OK' sign, and the old man actually nodded back and continued his lecture.

The boy's vanity was inexplicably satisfied.

"...Let's stop here for now, take a five-minute break and then continue," the old man said after finishing part of the story.

Taking a deep breath and rubbing his eyes, which were sore from concentrating for so long, Shiraishi Sawa stood up:

"I need to use the restroom?"

"You're asking me if I mean we should come together?" Chiyo asked with a smile, her head rubbing against her arms as she lay on the table.

How did you know I was going to the women's restroom?

"Go by yourself, I'm a little sleepy, I'm going to take a nap."

"it is good."

--

Being directionally challenged is a very serious condition. Despite the landmarks in the huge building, Shiraishi Sawa still had a hard time finding the restroom.

When I returned to the conference room, Chiyo was already asleep, her skin smooth and delicate, like a tender scallion with its leaves just peeled off and exposed to the air.

Her body swayed rhythmically back and forth with her breath, only visible when you got very close. Her long hair was pulled to one side, and her ears, which were usually hard to see, peeked out from her black hair.

After watching for a few minutes, Shiraishi Sawa took out his phone to check for new messages.

"Um?" A few minutes later, the young teaching assistant suddenly stepped forward and asked Shiraishi Sawa in a low voice, "Do you need to change the class time to the afternoon?"

"Why?" Shiraishi Zexiu asked in surprise.

"The instructor's task is to teach the young lady. There's no point in talking to her if she's not awake, but we also know that she'll get angry if she's woken up while she's asleep, so we have to change the class time."

"No need, this kind of sleep shouldn't be that bad."

Shiraishi Sawa turned his head and, under the horrified gaze of the teaching assistant, gently pinched Ichiyo's nose.

"Fox, wake up."

Her hands were pulled away, and Chiyo buried her face in her arms.

"Get up." Shiraishi Zexiu touched her swan-like snow neck with his hands, which were still cool from being washed and evaporated.

Chiyo huddled together tightly, while the teaching assistant had already fled in panic.

"Can't afford it!"

"get up."

"Then sing."