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[Hidden Attribute: This isn't a club!]

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Why do you say the badminton club isn't a club?

Honestly, that's too much. The badminton club isn't just made up of those three people.

Makoto Takahashi shut down the system speechlessly and continued the conversation: "Has Yoru already become a legend at the academy?"

"It seems that Maya-neeka scared quite a few people during the entrance exam."

Hanakawa Kaori nodded vigorously, her voice tinged with helplessness: "And when she walks next to Sachi-nee, the contrast is particularly striking. Everyone says she's terrifying, and the story of [Hell Girl]'s exploits has spread."

It sounds like during Tsurumizawa's entrance exam, [Hell Girl] was once again overshadowed by [Angel-sama], though Hakiya usually has a cold expression anyway.

"Aya is actually quite cute," Takahashi Makoto sighed softly.

Haki Night's cuteness means his future belongs only to him.

After lunch, Nekoya Hina and Hanakawa Kaori volunteered to help Shiraishi Junka clean up the restaurant. The three of them would stay at the apartment in the afternoon to make handmade chocolates.

Makoto Takahashi waited in the living room for Reiko Kashima to go back to her bedroom to change clothes; the two planned to go out on a date in the afternoon.

"How about it?"

Hearing the slightly fluctuating tone of her voice, Makoto Takahashi turned his head and saw Reiko Kashima, who was completely different from the one he remembered.

The loose-fitting denim jumpsuit is worn over a white hooded sweatshirt with a simple sunflower design printed on the chest, accompanied by puns and corny jokes.

Compared to the usual androgynous and cool outfits, this one is equally unique and full of fun.

Is it strange to want to change your style sometimes?

Kashima Reiko asked expressionlessly, her tightly pursed lips moving as if she were enduring something.

“You’re very cute,” Makoto Takahashi said, looking at her earnestly.

"More details," Kashima Reiko said, looking somewhat skeptical.

"To be honest, this kind of mix and match is very trendy. Sometimes, going for a more casual look gives a completely different feel."

Makoto Takahashi carefully looked you up and down and gave an unbiased evaluation: "Your hairstyle is perfect for a casual and cool look. You can easily pull off this street style."

"Stop, um..."

Kashima Reiko's language failed to load, giving off a faintly human-computer interaction vibe as she masked her shyness: "I can go out now."

"Okay, let's go."

Makoto Takahashi got up from the sofa, said something to the three people in the kitchen, and walked straight to the entrance.

She went out, took the elevator downstairs, and walked through the two glass doors of the apartment building. Just then, the black sedan that Kashima Reiko had called arrived.

"It feels like it's been a long time since we went out together. Is there anywhere you'd like to go?" Makoto Takahashi opened his umbrella and gentlemanly opened the car door.

Kashima Reiko withdrew her outstretched hand and awkwardly got into the car first: "Harajuku."

"Try different styles of clothing?"

"Hmm, I don't like mass-produced models."

She reached out and placed her hand on Makoto Takahashi's: "There's also an owl café, I'd like to go together."

"Are there really owls?"

Yes, a lot.

Have you chosen a movie yet?

Makoto Takahashi interlocked his fingers with Reiko Kashima's, and she nodded calmly: "It's a crime film. I know who the murderer is."

"Please don't tell anyone."

On their way to Harajuku, the two of them stayed at the apartment and started a chocolate-making workshop.

"Sister Chunke, can I eat the chocolate pen directly?"

Hanakawa Kaori holds a white chocolate pen and intently writes on a rectangular chocolate.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Shiraishi Junko is watering the weeping jasmine, while in the hydroponic box next to her, the newly sprouted pea seedlings are full of vitality.

"It's very sweet," she said softly.

"Did you draw the eyes of the cookie bear with a chocolate pen?" Hanakawa Kaori asked.

"Ah."

"The chocolate pen is like butter, it feels like it can be used in many places."

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi Junka's hand holding the water bottle froze in mid-air.

A dozen seconds later, she slowly straightened up, her clear, wine-red eyes turning to Hanakawa Kaori with an admiring gaze: "You are very talented, and Makoto will like you."

"My brother has always liked me a lot." Hanakawa Kaori smiled smugly.

Seeing that she didn't understand, Shiraishi Junka put down the kettle and walked over slowly: "Hina."

"Wait a moment, it will be finished soon."

Nekoya Hina clumsily squeezed the chocolate pen, feeling like an idiot: "Writing kanji is so troublesome, the strokes overlap so high."

As Shiraishi Junka approached, she glanced at the unappealing chocolate, and a hint of distress appeared on her charming face.

There's nothing we can do about it.

If making chocolate doesn't work, we'll have to try other Valentine's Day ideas.

"Don't waste the chocolate." Shiraishi Junka's gentle tone deeply hurt Nekoya Hina.

"It's really ugly." Hanakawa Kaori finished the job without even realizing it.

As Hina Nekoya hung her head in dejection and felt utterly disheartened, Junka Shiraishi placed her hand on her shoulder and continued:

"I can teach you other ways to give chocolates. Cheng will definitely like them, even more than ordinary handmade chocolates."

"Really?" Hina Nekoya looked up and met her gaze, her chestnut eyes sparkling with hope.

“Yes, I can also teach you this and that.” Shiraishi Junka nodded gently.

She was keenly aware of her and Kashima Reiko's frail health and wanted to make the festival more joyful. She needed Nekoya Hina, and doing so would also help to unite them.

"What do you mean by '[this]' and 'that]'?" Nekoya Hina asked blankly.

"It's like this and that, like writing Chinese characters with a chocolate pen." Hanakawa Kaori pouted unhappily, her attitude extremely perfunctory.

She was clearly a member of the band, and the lead singer at that.

"Do you have time tonight?" Shiraishi Junka avoided answering.

"I didn't make any arrangements. Um, Chun Ke... senior, thank you for your help."

Hina Nekoya raised her hand and touched her head, feeling embarrassed by the overwhelming kindness, and stammered her thanks.

Shiraishi Junka gently shook her head, exuding a mature and tolerant aura: "I just want you to be happy. I'll buy you a movie ticket tonight too."

"Then what should I do?" Hanakawa Kaori pointed to herself.

"It's fine for you to sleep here tonight."

Seeing her aggrieved expression, Shiraishi Jun thought for a moment, then tilted his head and asked, "Should I have Chitose come and play with you?"

"What the hell?" Hanakawa Kaori angrily snatched the chocolate from Nekoya Hina and took a big bite.

The streets were soaked by rain, and several cars sped by, splashing water onto the road.

Makoto Takahashi held up an umbrella, stepping on the slippery pavement. Reiko Kashima placed her hand over his hand holding the umbrella handle and pressed her body close to his.

The two strolled leisurely along the streets of Harajuku, and when they reached the Owl Cafe, a loud cell phone ringtone broke the warmth of their intertwined bodies.

Makoto Takahashi stopped, took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and said apologetically, "Yo."

"It's ok."

Seeing Kashima Reiko shake her head, he answered the phone, and Uesugi Maya's voice, so calm it had lost all intonation, came through the phone.

"The publisher refused to release the new book."

Chapter 219 The Maid's Teaching Round

On the gray street, the sound of rain was exceptionally clear.

Makoto Takahashi held up his phone, which was on a call, and remained silent. He exchanged glances with Reiko Kashima and quickly conveyed their opinions.

[It's okay to let her come over]

[Then it won't be a date anymore. Can I take a few minutes to meet with someone from the publishing house?]

[Do you need my help?]

[Contact other publishers, under Aya's name]

[clear]

Kashima Reiko raised her hand and made an "OK" gesture. Takahashi Makoto said to Uesugi Maya through the phone, "I understand, I will handle it."

"This shouldn't be the case." Uesugi Maya's voice sounded relatively calm.

"Yes, but you just need to give me the editor's phone number. I'll be back early tomorrow night."

"it is good."

Trusting Takahashi Makoto, Uesugi Maya hung up the phone.

"Let's go inside."

Makoto Takahashi folded his umbrella, pushed open the door of the coffee shop, and gestured for Reiko Kashima to enter first.

The waiter took the umbrellas, helped put them in the umbrella rack, and then led the two to a seat by the window on the second floor to take their order.

"The 15-minute Owl Meal, with ice water instead of drinks."

Kashima Reiko sat almost touching Takahashi Makoto, her citrus perfume giving off a summery vibe.

"Black tea." After ordering, Makoto Takahashi gazed at the gloomy sky outside the window and dialed the number of the editor he had met that morning.

"Hello, this is Sakai."