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

After a bit of commotion, things finally calmed down after the teacher arrived, except that next to Shiraishi Sawa was now Kuramochi Sakura.

Sitting on the same chair I stepped on myself—the reason for changing seats. Kuramochi Sakura was in a good mood after changing seats. She took out paper and pen from her small bag and placed them on the table, humming a little tune.

"You two listen carefully, and don't hold me back later." Kuramochi Sakura said, handing over the extra pens and paper to the two of them.

"Be careful with the project endorsements from Shiraishi and his team. As for Chiyo's investment focus, it depends on the current situation and needs of our partners..."

Resting his chin on one hand, he listened to Kuramochi Sakura's instructions, twirled the pen a couple of times, and began to tap the table with the pen tip, the pen end, and his palm.

The rhythm and dynamism are incredibly captivating, and the interspersed brushstrokes are delightfully pleasing to the ear. This is S-grade penbeat!

The two girls looked at Shiraishi Sawa with curiosity. Just from this unconventional music, one could tell that he was a person with exceptional musical talent.

But they knew that Shiraishi Sawa's singing voice was...well, let's just say it wasn't great.

Kuramochi Sakura finished with a brush stroke, then clapped twice before realizing something was wrong and quickly composed herself. "Shiraishi, were you even listening to me?"

"Yes, yes, it's for memorizing texts."

Silence fell over the room. Shiraishi Sawah put down his pen and looked at Ichiyo Ichiriki with surprise.

"Fox, aren't you going to say a few words to Kuramochi-san? I'm all ready to watch the show."

"Who told her to take the lead? I'll just put up with her for a while and let her be arrogant for a bit." Chiyo Ichigo said nonchalantly, trying to imitate Shiraishi Sawa's tapping of a pen but failing to get the rhythm right.

Kuramochi Sakura had been exposed to this much earlier than Ichiriki Chiyo and Shiraishi Sawa Hide, so she was better at learning by observation in this area.

"Whoever is in charge of the deputy leadership position, I, Shiraishi Zexiu, volunteer myself."

“Our family doesn’t advocate for the most capable to take the lead; instead, we follow the principle of favoritism,” Chiyo said with a smile.

"How awful," Shiraishi Sawah played another penbeat basic score. "It's alright, Kuramochi will lead, you'll lead, and I'll slack off. I'm very good at being lazy, so you two ladies can rest assured."

"Are you going to slack off?" Kuramochi Sakura looked over.

"I'm your foreign aid!"

"It's alright. Anyway, not many people will be disappointed after you slack off. It's just Chiyo, Chiyo's parents, oh, and my mother and me." Kuramochi Sakura glanced at him.

"Why is Mrs. Kuramochi getting involved too?" Shiraishi Sawah subconsciously sat up straight.

"She thinks highly of you and said she'll bring you to work for our family after you graduate high school, and you can take on important responsibilities after you graduate from university," Kuramochi Sakura said nonchalantly.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kuramochi." However, Shiraishi Sawa's expression didn't reveal much sincerity.

“You’re welcome,” Chiyo Ichiri said with a smile. “What I mean by ‘you’re welcome’ is that you don’t need to thank me, because if nothing unexpected happens, you, baby dog, will be enslaved by the Ichiri family.”

"Hearing you use the word 'enslavement,' I suddenly don't find Mrs. Kuramochi so terrifying anymore. Oh well, I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well die closer to you."

"We'll talk about life and death later. First, teach me how you tapped that pen you just used?" Chiyo asked curiously after trying again but still couldn't get it right.

"Can you teach me step by step?"

"Could you please tone down your scumbag behavior in front of me?" Kuramochi Sakura glanced at him sideways. "Do you want me to make room for you?"

"Is it okay?" Shiraishi Sawa and Ichiyo Ichiri actually spoke in unison, and the next second the two looked at each other and laughed.

Seeing that Kuramochi Sakura's hand was gripping the pen so tightly that the blue veins were clearly visible, Shiraishi Sawah suppressed his laughter—he was afraid that the pen would be stuck into his heart the next second.

"Ahem, Kuramochi-san, I can also teach you step by step. Anyway, you're a piece of trash, so I'm happy to do anything that benefits you."

"Who would be stupid enough to let you teach them step by step? Oh, maybe there really is someone that stupid." Kuramochi Sakurai said this to Ichiyo.

"Why are you so hostile today, my dear winter melon? I'm not stupid." Chiyo waved her hand innocently, then looked at Shiraishi Sawa, her tone commanding as if it were his duty: "Hurry up and teach me!"

“知道了，这个叫penbeat，首先要记住基础的谱子里面的1、2、3、4、5、6，1就是手腕拍桌子.......”

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At 9:30 p.m., outside the high-rise buildings, car headlights flowed in all directions, and under the dim night sky, the orange glow of Tokyo Tower appeared and disappeared.

After checking the last box, Shiraishi Zexiu let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his hair.

"I finally understand everything. I feel like I've lost a lot of brain cells today."

"It officially starts tomorrow afternoon. The office location won't be in this building. I'll send you the exact location via LINE tonight." Exhausted, Kuramochi Sakura slumped over her desk and said weakly.

"It's all your fault, baby dog. If we had listened to this over two days separately, I wouldn't be so tired. You even made me unable to sleep well this morning. You're wicked."

"But you guys were really happy when you were buying clothes yesterday afternoon. By the way, Kuramochi-san, that red dress you wore was quite nice."

"You bad woman, you took pictures of me without my permission!" Kuramochi Sakura's voice suddenly became energetic, as if she had just regained her strength.

"I'm secretly filming Yuko Takanashi. After all, she's one of my rivals, and I need information. What do you have to film?"

"You!" Kuramochi Sakurai gritted her teeth, staring at Ichiyori Chiyo who had her back to her. After hesitating for a moment, she turned her head and asked, "Which one?"

"I only saw the side view, the red dress, the one with a few silk knots on the back, right?"

"Well... that one was alright, I guess." Kuramochi Sakura nodded awkwardly.

"I'm hungry, do you want something to eat?"

"No, we won't eat." The two girls said in unison that they had rejected the option of a late-night snack.

"Poor girl. I'll go downstairs and get something to eat. The subway station is right next door, so you don't need to take me home today. I'll just go straight back. See you tomorrow—"

After tidying up all the important documents and notes and putting them in a plastic wrap for safekeeping, Shiraishi Zexiu stood up and said.

"Don't arrive early tomorrow. You're forbidden from showing up before 1 a.m.

"No, I want to be there at 5:37."

"Then you can rest well in the office by yourself. There should be a recliner in the office. I will block you on Line."

"I know your phone number."

"They'll block you too."

......

Kuramochi Sakura looked at the two people speaking words she didn't understand at all, feeling lost and exhausted. She let out another long sigh.

Chapter 312 First Day at Work: Learning to Praise

"Did the warm air come on today? Why is it so hot?"

At 1 p.m. on Monday, Shiraishi Sawa pushed open the office door, loosened his tie to reveal a white shirt underneath, placed his black suit jacket on the sofa, and sat down beside him.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-rise building allow you to see the sun shining brightly outside, the air dazzlingly clear. Below, dappled shade from the trees provides shelter for a few pedestrians waiting at the traffic light.

"That's the charm of Tokyo, isn't it?" Chiyo Ichiri, sitting in her seat, flipped through a document in her hand, her brow furrowed, and answered casually.

Unlike Kuramochi Sakurai's office in Aomori last time, Chiyo sat at a luxurious main desk this time. Even though several subordinates stood in front of her looking subservient, it wouldn't be strange to see a beautiful secretary standing next to her.

What seems out of place in this room is that there are three such main tables, and judging from the arrangement alone, it is impossible to tell which is the main table and which is the secondary table.

“My assessment is that it’s not as good as Aomori.” Shiraishi Sawah unbuttoned two buttons on his neck, exposing his collarbone, and sat down at the last empty main table.

His name was also on it.

“The boss’s chair is so comfortable. It would be even better if there was a handsome… male secretary next to me,” said Shiraishi Sawa, who could read people’s expressions even with his eyes closed.

"A handsome male secretary? I'll try my best to find you one."

"Forget it, there's no need." Chiyo stood up, carrying a stack of documents, and her outstanding figure caught Shiraishi Sawa's eye.

This was the first time Shiraishi Sawa had seen Ichiyo Ichiryu in a business suit. Unlike Kuramochi Sakura, Ichiyo Ichiryu seemed to be born to wear this outfit.

Her already shapely curves were accentuated even more, her slender waist swaying gently, and what seemed out of place was her exceptionally full breasts.

Beneath the V-neck coat, the glamorous scenery that people yearn for is completely hidden by the white lining. The tightly fastened buttons are taut, and the only hope may be the moment when it can no longer hold on and bursts open.

The only pity is that the lower body wasn't the coveted bodycon skirt and black stockings, but a long black skirt, with only the white skin of her ankles, intertwined with high heels, faintly visible.

What's most amazing is Chiyo's aura; her fox-like face, lightly made up, is captivating, and the corners of her mouth naturally curve up, making it hard to tell if she's actually smiling.

Even if she stood next to Shiraishi Zexiu, holding documents in her arms, the employees who came before them would subconsciously wonder if she was the real boss.

"Has anyone complimented you on how good you look in this outfit?" After taking the document, Shiraishi Sawa didn't look at it immediately. Instead, he stared intently at Ichiyo Ichiyomi, scanning her repeatedly with unrestrained gusto, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"No, someone even said I was dressed awfully at noon today, but I think she was probably just envious," Chiyo said with a smile as she turned her head.

"Hmph." Kuramochi Sakura, who was wearing glasses without prescription lenses, snorted coldly after hearing this, glanced at Ichiyo Ichiriki, then lowered her head, gritting her teeth with a sour feeling.

That damn vixen!

Although I have made some progress, I am still far from reaching her level, which is truly infuriating.

“I’ll accept the baby fox’s first time. Wearing this outfit, you look like a snowflake wrapped in a magma coat.”

"Snowflakes encasing magma?"

“A beautiful scene that cannot exist in the world, something that neither nature nor humankind can achieve, you are just as dreamlike and beautiful as this, something that cannot be surpassed,” Shiraishi Sawa said sincerely.

"Unsurpassable? Now?" A button was undone, revealing a hint of collarbone, and her fair skin shimmered in the sunlight, exuding endless charm.

The second one was untied, revealing the deep lines. If it were Ichiyo Ichiri sitting here and Hideaki Shiraishi standing here, it would be even more charming.

“From my perspective alone, I think it goes too far. After all, I think a sculptor would be completely unable to resist your body and would be fascinated by you.”

"What about you?"

"The fascination of a million sculptors."

"Then I'll reward you for dressing like this all day."

"No." Shiraishi Sawa stood up and carefully fastened her buttons in front of Ichiyo, covering all her fair skin with the lining again.

"If you do this, it will make the new employees lose their focus on their work. That's not good." The main reason was that Shiraishi Sawa didn't want to show it to them.

When Chiyo saw Shiraishi Sawah buttoning his shirt, she reached out and pinched his face.

"what happened?"

He loosened his grip on her face, pulled down, and grabbed her loosely undone collar:

"Is this your excuse for letting your collar down and interfering with your employees' work? Tie it up properly, no matter how hot it is!"

It's not just male employees who will be coming in; moreover, for the sake of convenience, there are even more female employees who are deliberately or even deliberately responsible for handover and coordination.

It was obvious that the other person's buttoning motion was not as gentle as his own, and Shiraishi Sawa felt as if his neck was being strangled.

"Okay, I was wrong. As long as the button is here, I am here; if the button is gone, I am gone. I swear to live and die with the button!" After adjusting his breathing to make sure it was smooth, Shiraishi Zexiu said.

"Hmph!" Unable to bear it any longer, Kuramochi Sakura walked to the door, closed it, and gave a cold snort to remind herself of her presence.