They all have hidden attributes!

"Yin Cai, it's okay to be as bold as you usually are."

"I'm not being heroic, okay?" Nekoya Hina glared at me with a warning look.

Makoto Takahashi shrugged, forked a piece of steak, and stuffed it into her mouth: "Whatever, you won't be able to pretend with them tomorrow anyway."

"They" refers to Shiraishi Junka and Kashima Reiko. As long as Nekoya Hina makes a complete fool of herself tonight, she won't care about saving face tomorrow.

Nekoya Hina chewed on the beef in her mouth without saying a word, while Shiraishi Junka quietly slipped a chocolate pen to her from under the table.

Makoto Takahashi picked up the chocolate pen, blinked, and looked confused.

Shiraishi Junka elegantly forked a piece of lamb, brought it to her lips, and said casually, "It's chocolate Hina gave you; she's a little shy about it."

"Chocolate?" Makoto Takahashi turned to Hina Nekoya with a questioning look. She was stuffing food into her mouth like a whirlwind and refused to speak.

With anticipation for the night, Makoto Takahashi paid no attention to the movie's content, only remembering that a large company president had died.

Crime movies are so boring.

......

February 14th, Valentine's Day.

The weather was clear, and overnight, the temperature in Tokyo rose rapidly, and the trees sprouted new leaves.

Under a clear blue sky, a black sedan slowed down and smoothly drove through a black wrought iron gate. A white-walled villa stood at the end of the road, bathed in the bright sunlight.

Makoto Takahashi gazed out the car window at the lawn and the maid tending it, while the clear, melodious sound of a piano flowed through the air.

The car stopped in front of the villa. As I opened the car door, the fresh air after the rain wafted out, and the scent of freshly cut grass was delightful.

Beside the tea table in the villa garden, beneath a flower stand draped in tender green, the young lady elegantly flipped through a thick stack of manuscripts while holding a cup of red tea.

The blue and white dress evokes the bright spring, while the bright golden hair reflects a shimmering glow in the sunlight.

Pure, cute, and exuding a sweet atmosphere of love.

Makoto Takahashi smiled naturally and walked over to greet her: "Good morning."

"Greetings, Your Excellency."

Tachikawa closed the manuscript in her hands, returned a gentle smile, and extended her fair hand to him: "Where's my chocolate?"

"This is Yangcai's portion, it's not very tasty."

Makoto Takahashi took out the remaining half of the chocolate pen from his pants pocket and handed it to her: "Hanaori and Yoru haven't given me theirs yet. Junko and Reiko will give you theirs themselves."

"Is this all she gives you?" Tachikami Yuki frowned in disgust.

Makoto Takahashi paused briefly, recalling the events of last night, and nodded in confirmation: "I don't dislike it."

"I see. As long as you don't feel like you're just being perfunctory."

Yuki Tatsumi placed the chocolate pen on the table, stood up, and while straightening her skirt, instructed the maid serving her, "Go and fetch the art supplies and the chess set."

Makoto Takahashi glanced at the manuscript on the tea table, but didn't bring up the topic. He looked around and asked, "Why did you suddenly return to the main family?"

"I'm a little afraid that Xiaoye will attack me in the middle of the night."

The curve of Tachibana Yuki's lips gradually became terrifying, and a dangerous glint flashed in his clear, azure eyes.

Seeing the young lady's gloomy face, Takahashi Makoto simply picked her up and carried her to the car: "Guess where our first stop is?"

Tachibana Yuki looked at Takahashi Makoto's expression with surprise, her face gradually softening. Then she reached out and hugged his neck, asking in a light, ethereal voice:

"Hmm—a park or something?"

Chapter 220 The Young Lady's Anxiety

The black sedan sped along the central driveway, its premium paint casting blurry shadows of trees in the sunlight.

In the mountains of Yamanashi Prefecture, towering trees reach for the sky, while Mount Fuji stands silently in the distance.

Makoto Takahashi sat in the back seat of the car, playing chess with Yuki Tachimi on a magnetic chessboard while chatting with her.

"Xing, have you ever been to Southeast Asia?"

No.

Tachibana Yuki looked at the chessboard with a troubled expression, having not made a move for ten minutes.

Makoto Takahashi unwrapped a chocolate and held it to her pink lips: "I've heard that farmers in Southeast Asia train monkeys to pick coconuts and put them in their carriages."

"Hmm~ And then?"

"Later, animal protection organizations became unhappy and criticized them for making monkeys work."

"boring."

Just as Tatsumi Yuki made a move and picked up his cup to drink some water, Takahashi Makoto continued, "The horses pulling the carriage were very indignant when they heard this."

"Cough cough." The young lady accidentally choked on the water and coughed lightly twice, with a smile she couldn't help but smile on her lips.

"But nobody cared what the horse thought, and in the end the monkey was taken to the zoo by horse-drawn carriage."

Makoto Takahashi picked up a tissue and wiped her mouth, saying in a relaxed tone, "I have to say, I'm quite the qualified bassist when it comes to telling corny jokes."

"Hurry up and start playing the game." Ritsumi Bassist Yuki glared at him irritably.

“I have already won, after 13 moves.”

Makoto Takahashi made a move seemingly casually, and Yuki Rimi lowered her head to study the situation on the board with a look of doubt, her eyes showing increasing distress.

"You've already lost before the 20th move. Look out the window, we've arrived."

Hearing him say that, Tachibana Yuki turned his gaze away from the chessboard and looked out the window, where a gentle slope stretched out in the sunlight.

Yamanashi Prefecture, Hokuto City, is a place formed by the merger of towns and villages.

Looking at the long-unseen scenery, Takahashi Makoto's voice was tinged with a hint of nostalgia: "Taking a short trip with you like this feels like a date."

"Is that so?" Tachimi Yuki smiled gently.

"Yes, because dates are always in different places. If it's just in Tokyo, it doesn't feel like we're actually together."

"Saying such things really gives off a sense of Chengjun."

She rolled down the car window, turned around, and her golden hair rippled like waves in the warm breeze flowing in: "I really like it."

It was a light, straight ball attack, but it was like a no-spin serve in volleyball, leaving the opponent watching the ball slowly land, unsure how to receive it.

My heart pounded violently.

Takahashi Makoto averted his gaze, but Tachibana Yuki, as if seeking revenge for his defeat on the chessboard, pressed on: "Are you shy?"

"No."

"You can hide in your sister's arms too."

"..."

“Cheng-kun, you can’t just ignore people.”

After passing Hinoharu Station, a two- or three-minute drive will take you to the archery dojo run by the Takahashi family, which has long since ceased operations.

The old streets were still relatively clean, the sun was shining brightly, and even the air in the countryside was crystal clear.

After getting off the bus, Tachibana Yuki looked up at the wooden building, her deep blue eyes reflecting the old sign, and shimmered with light: "It looks like a very lonely place."

The young lady's understanding of Yamanashi Prefecture was limited to the information she had gathered during her initial investigation.

The past was unimaginable through words alone, but seeing this building finally gave me a sense of reality.

"Do you have one?" Makoto Takahashi took a black suitcase out of the trunk, which contained only his art supplies.

"Makoto, what kind of life did you lead in Yamanashi Prefecture?" Tachimi Yuki turned around and looked at him.

Under her gentle gaze, Makoto Takahashi took out his key, stepped forward, opened the door, and pushed it open forcefully to the side.

crunch--

The sound of metal rubbing against wood filled the air; the door was opened relatively smoothly.

"Where would you like to hear me begin?" he asked, turning around.

“The loneliest days.” Tachikami Yuki stepped through the door first and looked around.

Because Hanakawa Kaori and Nekoya Hina had visited during the New Year period, the area wasn't too dusty or messy.

"When I was studying in Yamanashi Prefecture, although I seemed helpless and lonely, I didn't actually think that way."

Makoto Takahashi closed the door and led her to the depths of the corridor, where they opened a washi paper sliding door, revealing a spacious archery dojo.

The archery range was overgrown with weeds under the sunlight, and the targets in the distance were also dilapidated. Even the sunlight falling on the wooden floor of the shooting range gave people a rustic feeling.

On a date in such a place, Tachibana Yuki didn't feel bad at all. On the contrary, she felt light-hearted and walked around with light steps, looking around everywhere.

"You might not believe it, but when my grandparents passed away, I was so indifferent that even I was surprised."

Makoto Takahashi walked to a pillar on the side of the archery dojo, and below the character "正" (zhèng, meaning upright) he had carved, he crookedly carved the name of Haruna Nekoya.

"Perhaps it's because I used to live a life where I rarely talked to them. Before coming to Yamanashi, after all my family members passed away, I discussed it with the college and the local community, accepted a student loan, and continued to live here."

A soft, delicate floral fragrance suddenly enveloped me.

He subconsciously turned his head to look over, and as he was recalling, Tachibana Yuki appeared beside him at some point, looking at Nekoya Hina's name with an unhappy expression.

“I also went through a period of time where I shot arrows too quickly,” Makoto Takahashi said.

"Hmm—never mind."

Tachikami Yuki sighed softly, met his gaze with tender eyes, and covered her chest with her hand: "I am really happy that Mr. Cheng was willing to bring me here, so I won't hold it against the person who came here."

"Is the matter between Hina and Hanaori just going to be left like this?" Takahashi Makoto asked in surprise.

"Yes, because this place is like Kyoto, for Makoto, and for me."

Tachikami Yuki tilted her head and smiled, her shoulder-length golden hair cascading down, and slowly said, "Makoto-kun, you've remembered what I said, haven't you? I will never let you feel lonely."

Gazing into her eyes, which seemed to whisper words of love, Makoto Takahashi once again felt his heart pounding like a drum.

"I'm glad you're not bored." He opened his suitcase and took out his art supplies.

"Hmm~ Makoto is giving off a feeling of wanting to run away."

Will it really taste like that?