They all have hidden attributes!

But as a man, now is not the time to be troubled.

Makoto Takahashi pulled Reiko Kashima into his arms, placed his hand on her head, and breathed in the fresh citrus scent: "Let's go on a date while Xing is away. Let's go draw lots at my place first."

"Okay." Kashima Reiko awkwardly straightened the hem of her school uniform skirt.

Takahashi Seito and Kashima Reiko spent the entire afternoon together. Hokkaido Shrine was large enough for the two of them to have a date.

The meeting time for returning to the hotel is 5 PM.

Hokkaido is at a higher latitude, and as you approach the gates of the shrine, a clear purple night sky slowly descends, with one or two stars faintly twinkling.

Unlike the noisy, crowded, and materialistic Tokyo, the nights in Hokkaido have a tranquil and lonely feel.

Maya Uesugi and Kaori Hanakawa boarded the bus early and sat in a double seat. The former was engrossed in reading a book, while the latter was eating an ice cream.

"Ice cream this season?"

As he boarded the bus, Makoto Takahashi looked at Hanakawa Kaori with a surprised expression.

It's hard to imagine just how much she likes eating ice cream.

Hanakawa Kaori blinked and held out the half-eaten ice cream to him: "It's delicious! It's fresh milk ice cream from Jingu Chaya, and even the cone is a cat tongue cookie."

"I'll pass," Takahashi Makoto shook his head and refused, then sat down in the seat in front of the two.

"I also bought freshly baked fortune cakes, red bean paste mochi, and a lot of different kinds of cookies."

As Hanakawa Kaori spoke to him, she opened her backpack, took out snacks, and handed them to Kashima Reiko, who was sitting next to him: "Hina-nee has already gone home."

"I see." Makoto Takahashi pondered when would be the best time to visit Haruna Nekoya.

It seems that it's only the morning of the fourth day, but that doesn't seem quite right. Should we stay in Hokkaido for another day?

No, if I don't go back to Tokyo with Hakiya, she'll definitely get angry, hiss, and scratch me.

"Brother, can I come to your room to play tonight?" Hanakawa Kaori asked.

"sure."

Makoto Takahashi readily agreed, and she immediately broke into a cheerful smile: "Yay! Let's tell ghost stories tonight, I've even prepared UNO cards."

"I need to write a research report on the school trip," said Maya Uesugi, her slender fingers turning the pages of her book without looking up.

"You can write it tomorrow."

Hanakawa Kaori clung to her arm and pleaded with her all the way until Uesugi Maya finally agreed.

By the time we got back to the hotel, it was completely dark.

After dinner, there was another safety lecture. Supervisor Chihaya repeatedly emphasized that everyone must report their whereabouts and return time to her when leaving the hotel at night.

The four teachers would take turns guarding the hotel lobby at night to prevent anyone from sneaking out.

Upon hearing this news, Takahashi Makoto was glad that he hadn't asked Shiraishi Junka to come to him. Otherwise, what difference would it make if she told the teacher that it was registered, or if she told Tachimi Yuki directly?

After the safety lecture, Makoto Takahashi went back to his room to take a shower.

He took his pajamas out of his suitcase, put them on, and pretended to go straight to sleep. He then went downstairs to the double room prepared by the academy.

The key had been given to Hanakawa Kaori in advance, and she and Kashima Reiko had already taken over one bed, while various snacks and drinks occupied the other bed, and Uesugi Maya was sitting at her desk writing her research report.

"Brother is too cunning, he has three burrows!"

As soon as he stepped inside, he was met with a strong rebuke from Hanakawa Kaori. Takahashi Makoto lazily yawned, looking sleepy.

"Just playing for a little while, I have a date with A-Ye tomorrow." He raised his wrist, his gaze falling on the cobalt blue watch face.

A little after 7 p.m., Tachikami, who usually goes to bed at 9 p.m., played for two hours before going to find Shiraishi Junka.

Thinking of this, a feeling suddenly welled up in my heart, and my mood jumped up on its own, as if I had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Makoto Takahashi sat on the bed as if to hide his feelings, opened a box of cookies, picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth, saying as he ate:

"When you come to Hokkaido, shouldn't you watch 'Snow Country'? It would be more fitting for the occasion."

"Snow Country is in Niigata Prefecture, brother."

Hanakawa Kaori jumped off the bed, moved the round wooden table between the two beds, and opened the brand new UNO deck.

"Ha, even Hanaori knows that's illiterate."

Uesugi Maya scoffed, got up and walked over to sit down next to Takahashi Makoto: "I told you long ago that you should improve your literary skills."

"Isn't it enough that you're here?"

Takahashi Makoto casually remarked, revealing a familiar sense of dependence in his voice. Uesugi Maya subtly touched the tip of her ear: "I suppose so."

"I suppose so?" Hanakawa Kaori shuffled the cards deftly with both hands, raised her purple eyes, and glanced meaningfully between the two of them.

"I knew he would say that," Uesugi Maya explained, trying to salvage the situation.

"I see."

Kashima Reiko's emotionless tone drew a guilty look from Uesugi Maya, probably meaning, "Why are you joining in with Hanaori's fun?"

There were some things that everyone knew perfectly well. Even Hanakawa Kaori could see that something was wrong, and Tachimi Yuki was certainly aware of it as well. Only Uesugi Maya was stubbornly denying it.

After playing UNO cards for a while in a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere, Makoto Takahashi went back to his room to sleep.

He said goodnight to the young lady at 9 o'clock sharp, took out a light novel from his suitcase to pass the time, and at 10 o'clock, he changed into clothes that were easy to wear when going out and took the elevator to the rooftop.

The clear, bright moon hung in the night sky, emitting a shimmering white light.

Makoto Takahashi stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking towards the Sapporo Racecourse. Even without snow, the city had a desolate feel to it.

Although both are in Hokkaido, they lack the million-dollar night view of Hakodate and the artistic filter of Otaru. Instead, there is only a cold wind sweeping through the streets and alleys as the temperature suddenly drops.

[Wind Chaser], open!

His body felt lighter, a strong wind blew, and Makoto Takahashi leaped from the top floor, hurtling towards the Sapporo Racecourse in the dim light.

Two or three minutes later, he landed slowly in the shadows on the side of the hotel.

After tidying her wind-blown hair, she walked around to the main entrance and entered the hotel lobby. Under the bright, warm yellow lights, Shiraishi Junka, dressed in her school uniform, sat in the lounge area holding a cat.

It was a Siamese cat, with striking, noble blue eyes and long, white fur covering its limbs, except for its tail and the area around its face, which were black.

It lay obediently on Shiraishi Junka's pleated skirt, letting her gently stroke it.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Makoto Takahashi walked over and stroked the Siamese cat's fluffy, glossy fur: "The hotel's cat? This guy is really not afraid of strangers."

"No."

Shiraishi Junko grabbed his wrist, placed it on her head, raised her alluring face, and cast a tearful glance into her wine-red eyes: "Give me all the extra affection you have."

As she spoke, she tossed the cat aside, revealing an expression of fear that Takahashi Makoto would be playing with the cat and ignoring her.

Looking into his moist, wine-red eyes, Makoto Takahashi suddenly smiled: "Alright, I'll play with you tonight. You wrote a new song?"

"Yes, in the room."

"You might as well teach it to do a backflip."

"I won't lie to you."

Shiraishi Junka took his arm and walked towards the emergency exit: "Teacher is guarding the elevator entrance, Makoto probably doesn't want to be seen."

Although climbing the stairs was safe, she had very poor physical strength.

Before I had gone up more than a few floors, my breathing became rapid and a thin layer of sweat appeared on my forehead.

Seeing that Shiraishi Junka looked delicate and frail, Takahashi Makoto carried her in a princess carry and continued up the stairs.

Which floor?

"17."

Shiraishi Junka stared intently at his profile, a bright smile playing on her lips, and wrapped her arms around Takahashi Makoto's neck: "It feels like sneaking around, it's so exciting."

The gentle, sweet scent of roses filled his nostrils. Makoto Takahashi pursed his lips but remained silent.

Upon arriving on the 17th floor, Shiraishi Junka pointed to the corridor, and Takahashi Makoto followed the directions to the room at the end of the corridor. She took out her room card from her skirt pocket and opened the door.

When Shiraishi Junko was placed on the bed, her pleated skirt folded up, exposing the dark part of her black bodycon stockings to the air.

Her arms remained wrapped around Takahashi Makoto's neck, preventing him from straightening up, while she herself arched her upper body and gently bit Takahashi Makoto's ear:

"Makoto, I've already taken a shower."

The implication couldn't be clearer: the moonlight tonight is ambiguous, and the atmosphere is just right.

Feeling the moist breath on his ear, Makoto Takahashi swallowed, as if a feather had brushed against his heart, and his energetic body gradually hardened.

"Chunke, didn't you say you wrote a new song?"

He pried open Shiraishi Junka's hand and found her looking at him, her wine-red eyes, shimmering with moisture, filled with tenderness and charm.

Makoto Takahashi pursed his lips, forcing himself to calm down: "After the school trip ends and we return to Tokyo..."

"I've waited too long, I can't wait any longer."

Shiraishi Junko whispered in his ear with an incredibly poignant and alluring voice, trying to break down the defenses he was barely maintaining.

"You don't need to say 'I love you,' just say 'I like you.'"

She gazed at Makoto Takahashi with adoration, her eyes overflowing with a pitiful humility that drew one in irresistibly, making it impossible to look back.

Her hands slid down to the back of Makoto Takahashi's head, and pressed slightly against his chest.

It's a blend of milk, rose, and a touch of moisture, filling your lungs with a heartbeat that's impossible to calm your emotions.

This is precisely what makes Shiraishi Junka so terrifying; every time she acts coquettishly, she is subtly seeking more, like water dripping on stone.

It wouldn't have been difficult for Takahashi Makoto to break free, but the sweet fragrance and the warmth transmitted through the fabric made him unable to resist indulging in her warmth.

"Just once is enough; consider it a sincere promise."

He whispered in a pitiful, sobbing tone.

The delicate body in her arms trembled slightly, and a feeling of tenderness welled up within her.

Makoto Takahashi held her tightly, his embrace gentle yet firm, as if she might break at the slightest touch, preventing her from escaping: "Junko, is this really okay? These aren't the promises I want to give you."

"unnecessary."

Shiraishi Junka's voice suddenly turned cold.