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

Sorry, the system has determined that this review is not genuine and therefore it is not accepted.

Who cares about the S-level ability exchange privilege? Even if you get it, you still have to spend points to exchange for it. Not even a dog would care.

Shiraishi Sawa gave up the other two rewards: a weather card whose purpose was unclear and a completion target that would never receive genuine feedback.

"Thank you for your insincere review. Eat up before it gets cold."

--

Shiraishi Sawa put the uneaten food in the refrigerator to eat later that evening.

Chiyo, out of consideration for her ladylike image, only ate one piece of the rather troublesome cola chicken wing, but ate quite a lot of the rest.

The guest very 'politely' told himself to go back to the sofa and pick up his comic book again, leaving the host alone in the kitchen washing the dishes.

Chiyo pulled back the curtain behind the sofa, and it was still raining outside.

"I don't even feel like going out on a rainy day. My plans for this afternoon are ruined. Shiraishi-kun, do you have any plans for this afternoon?"

"Yes," came the reply from the kitchen, the sound of running water.

"tell me the story?"

"My plan is to have no plan and do whatever I want."

"I'm sorry, I'll leave now if I'm there doing that kind of thing. I'll be very affected."

"Doing whatever you want means playing on your phone, exercising, reading, watching TV, or practicing calligraphy, but does not include the kind of thing you're thinking about."

"I can rest assured that."

"I'm starting to worry. Maybe you should leave as soon as you enter Sang." Shiraishi Zexiu's points are decreasing little by little.

"I don't think you'd be so heartless, Shiraishi-kun. Sigh, the plan was to browse handicraft shops in the morning and clothes shops in the afternoon, but now the plan is ruined." Chiyo Ichigo changed her position and lay on the sofa, pulling down her skirt and crossing her legs.

"The shops aren't closed even when it rains. Why don't you go and have a look around once you get to the sang?"

"Going out on a rainy day is too much trouble, I'm not going. I'll go home after dinner."

Shiraishi Sawa emerged from the kitchen, a look of disbelief on his face.

"What? You're going back after dinner?!"

Chiyo smiled sweetly at Shishizawa Hide.

"Don't do this," Shiraishi Zexiu waved his hand. "I don't have enough rice at home, only enough for one person."

"Shiraishi-kun, you know that although I know absolutely nothing about kitchen matters."

Chiyo walked over, opened the cabinet under the kitchen stove, pointed to a full bag of rice, and said:

"I really don't think you could finish this much food by yourself in one meal."

Chapter 9: Not Being Able to Take Photos Could Be Life-Threatening

Shiraishi Sawa was quite calm this time, "When did you see it?"

“Look,” Chiyo pointed to the chopsticks and spoon next to the rice bag, “you saw them when you picked them up just now.”

"Okay, I'll definitely put these separately next time."

"Shiraishi-kun, I came to your house for dinner, but you specifically invited me. Why are you already kicking me out? You change your attitude faster than a woman. Is it because I don't think your cooking is the best?"

"You know that too?" That's what Shiraishi Zexiu was thinking, but he couldn't say it out loud.

"I'm treating you to lunch. Lunch is what you eat at noon. It doesn't include dinner, you know?"

Chiyo, engrossed in reading her manga, clearly 'unaware' of the situation.

"Fine, you can stay here, but don't bother me this afternoon." Shiraishi Zexiu had no choice but to keep quiet.

"Hi~" Chiyo raised one hand high in response to Shiraishi Sawa.

--

The sofa was completely occupied. Shiraishi Sawa Hide took a rug, spread it on the floor, sat down, leaned his head on the sofa armrest, and turned on the TV to watch the midday news.

The TV presenter is reading the news from this morning in standard Japanese.

The raindrops pattered against the window, and occasionally a few drops would be blown against the apartment window by the wind, making a soft "pat" sound.

The boy and girl each went about their own business, without disturbing each other.

"Shiraishi-kun, could you take a few photos for me?"

Seeing that Shiraishi Sawa didn't react, she said, "Please, please, Shiraishi-kun, I can't take good photos by myself."

Sensing the approaching body, Shiraishi Sawa, who was practicing calligraphy with a fountain pen, sighed. He couldn't pretend to be dead any longer, and responded while continuing to write.

"Okay, I'll take the picture for you after I finish writing this one."

It's unfair. When Chiyo was in the group, she pretended to be dead and there was nothing I could do about it. But now, pretending to be dead is completely useless.

After finishing the last stroke, Shiraishizawa Hide capped the pen, blew on the characters he had just written to make sure they were dry, closed the calligraphy book, walked over to Ichiyo Ichiyomi, and extended his hand:

"Come on, give me your phone, I'll take a picture for you now."

"Does Shiraishi-kun want to see my phone's battery level? Well, let me tell you, it's 47% left."

Practicing calligraphy is still more interesting.

Seeing that Shiraishi Sawa was about to leave again, Ichiyo hurriedly reached out to grab his hand, but Shiraishi Sawa dodged it. "Hey, Ichiyo-san, taking pictures is fine, but don't pull me around. Are you still taking pictures or not?"

"Pfft, I didn't expect you to be such a fierce woman, Shiraishi. You took the picture, here's your phone."

Shiraishizawa Hideya was already used to hearing all sorts of strange nicknames from Ichiyo, and took the phone from Ichiyo's hand.

I glanced at the battery level, and it really was 47%.

Open the camera app, "How do I take the picture?"

"Don't use the original camera, Shiraishi-kun. Swipe to the second screen, the Ulike beauty camera, and use that to take the picture."

Shiraishi Zexiu, unaware of all the intricacies, opened the app and complained, "You already look like this when you enter the world of Sang, what need is there for beauty filters?"

"You don't understand Shiraishi-kun. No girl can accept becoming more beautiful, although I prefer the filters in the videos."

"Okay, how do we film it?"

"I'll pose, Shiraishi-kun, you just use burst mode and take a few shots of each one. I'll pick out the best ones later, and remember to include my face and these little handicrafts in the photos."

"Click click click click click click click"

Japanese legislation mandates that all mobile phone apps must make a sound when taking photos, and for a time, the apartment was filled with the sound of cameras clicking.

A few minutes later, Chiyo Ichiriki, having finished posing for the last time, returned from the window and came to Shiraishi Sawa's side. "All done posing, how did the photos turn out?"

"Here you go," Shiraishi Sawa handed the phone to Ichiyo Ichiryu. "A few of them aren't very good, but you can choose the rest yourself. I'm going to continue practicing calligraphy, so don't bother me."

After speaking, Shiraishi Zexiu returned to his previous position, opened the calligraphy copybook, and continued writing.

After thinking about it, Shiraishi Sawa decided to write an essay on Li Bai's "The Road to Shu is Hard".

"A golden goblet of fine wine costs ten thousand coins..."

The apartment returned to complete silence.

"A jade platter of delicacies is worth ten thousand coins..."

The indoor temperature is getting lower and lower, which is normal on rainy days.

"He stopped drinking and eating..."

Shiraishi Zexiu got goosebumps all over, but he suppressed the discomfort and continued writing.

"Draw your sword..."

"Shiraishi Sawa Hide-kun." The tone was gentle and relaxed, but the problem was that the sentence was uttered one word at a time.

Despite the gentle tone, it seemed to carry immense killing intent. Shiraishi Sawa's hand trembled involuntarily as he wrote. Seeing that the side of the sword had been pulled down a few centimeters, Shiraishi Sawa ignored his heartache and turned to look at the source of the killing intent, Ichiyo.

Chiyo, beaming, continued in that same tone, "Shiraishi-kun, could I borrow your sword for a moment?"

Realizing something was wrong, Shiraishi Sawah stood up and decisively ran to the kitchen door to close the sliding door.

"What's wrong, Sang? Let's talk this out. Don't resort to knives or anything like that. It's not good for either of us."

“Shiraishi-kun,” Chiyo paused, “can you tell me, besides those few that aren’t quite right, where are the other good photos?”

"Aren't they all good? I think those photos are pretty good."

"Mr. Shiraishi, may I ask what your art grades are?"

"My class report last period was an A," Shiraishi Sawa said with a hint of pride. "My drawing skills are pretty good, so why are you asking?"

"I just thought you had absolutely no artistic talent, but now it seems you just can't take pictures at all." Chiyo slumped onto the sofa, hugging a cushion and covering her head.

"My goodness, not a single one of these hundreds of photos is usable. Shiraishi-kun, you've helped me understand you even better this time, although I really didn't want to know this part."

"None of them will work?" Shiraishi Zexiu was a little unconvinced.

Chiyo threw a body pillow at Hideaki Shiraishi, who caught it and tossed it back onto the sofa.

"Tell me, why can't I have so many photos?"

Chiyo walked over to Shiraishizawa Hide with her phone, sat down, and said in a commanding tone:

"Come closer, then shut your mouth and give me a good look!"

Under pressure from the aura surrounding him, Shiraishi Sawa had no choice but to comply.

"In this set of photos, you made my leg-to-body ratio look like 3:7. When I saw the photos, I even wondered if there was something wrong with my body shape."

"In this set, I don't know when the fog got so thick in this house, but not a single one of the dozen or so photos is clear. How did you manage to perfectly avoid all the clear photos in burst mode?"

“This is the beauty of ambiguity…” Shiraishi Sawa said weakly.

"Shut up!"

"I understand, please continue your reprimand, sir."

"Look at this set. This set is quite clear and the proportions are right, but did you notice that my face is not in this set at all? Shiraishi-kun, you are actually quite capable. You captured everything I was wearing on my head, holding in my hand, and hanging around my neck. It would have been even better if my face were in the picture."

"This set is really quite beautiful, but the problem is," Chiyo threw her phone into Shiraishi Sawa's arms, her voice several decibels louder than usual, "Can you explain this! Why is it all you!?"

The photo displayed on the phone showed Shiraishi Sawa Hide staring intently ahead.