They all have hidden attributes!

"This is for you."

Makoto Takahashi waved his hand in front of her, and Yuki Tachibana came back to her senses, looking at her with a complicated expression:

"Chengjun, I was already feeling uneasy, why do you still want to show off your talents? Women can be very jealous, you know."

"I didn't think you were the kind of scheming, wicked woman," Makoto Takahashi said with a playful wink.

"That's it now."

"I still prefer the angel."

"Honestly, I can't do anything with you."

Tachikawa Yuki turned her head and glanced at the oil painting again, then put her arm around his and walked toward the door: "Okay, let's leave the painting here to dry, and go take a look at your high school."

"Want to ride a bicycle? It's in the warehouse in the backyard. Hanaori rode one during the New Year, so it shouldn't be a problem," Takahashi Makoto asked.

“Okay,” Tachikami Yuki readily agreed.

The two went to the backyard, and Takahashi Makoto took out his old bicycle from the storage room. After inspecting it, he wiped off the dust.

Yuki Tachibana sat sideways on the back seat, her arms around his waist, while Makoto Takahashi rode the bicycle up the gentle hill leading to the school.

In the late winter and early spring sunshine, Tachibana Yuki's golden hair swayed in the wind. Gazing at the street scene, she asked lightly, "Is it tiring to ride a bicycle to school?"

"It's alright, it's only been 20 minutes."

Makoto Takahashi's gentle voice drifted on the breeze. She nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly cleared her throat: "Let me tell you a story."

"What story?"

"At 1 a.m., unable to fall asleep, I went into a coffee shop and ordered a cup of bitter and astringent black coffee. I don't like drinking coffee."

"Aya's book? You actually memorized it?" Takahashi Makoto was so surprised he almost lost his bearings.

"My memory is pretty good, you know. Want to hear it?"

"Anyway, I'm bored."

So, Tachimi Yuki continued to carry Uesugi Maya's new book for him.

How did I start drinking coffee?

Why start drinking coffee at 1 a.m.?

Do I have this need?

"My English teacher, a Christian theologist, said when she was teaching me the present simple tense..."

The writing is cryptic and sounds very much like Maya Uesugi's style, but progress is very slow.

When Makoto Takahashi arrived at the gate of the high school on his bicycle, the female protagonist, the author in the book, had not yet received her coffee and was listening to two employees of the late-night shop talking about love.

"To be honest, I've realized I really don't understand literature." He stopped his bicycle and turned to Yukichi Tatami, saying this.

Tachibana Yuki jumped off the back of the bicycle and returned the same puzzled look: "Actually, I don't quite understand why Saya's books are bestsellers either."

"Could it be that the Uesugi family is pulling the strings behind the scenes?" Takahashi Makoto asked with a suspicious look.

“I’ve inquired about this before, and there’s absolutely no such thing. On the contrary, a professor from the University of Tokyo criticized her work.”

Tachibana Yuki denied his statement, and Takahashi Makoto's attention immediately shifted: "Which professor? Tell me the name."

"He has very, very formally retracted his irresponsible remarks." Tachimi Yuki pouted slightly, looking utterly unhappily, which was incredibly cute.

Makoto Takahashi parked his bicycle, looked away, and gazed at the long-unseen school gate.

"I believe this year's Nobel Prize in Literature will definitely belong to Aya."

"You just said you don't understand literature?" Tachikami Yuki reached out and pinched the soft flesh on his waist.

“But I understand the Nobel Prize.” Makoto Takahashi reached out and put his arm around the young lady’s slender waist as they walked into the school gate.

The trees in the rural high school weren't as neat as those in Tsurumizawa, but they were very tall, and the cement pavement in the courtyard had many signs of repair.

The school building is relatively low, with only three floors, and the plastic running track on the playground is brand new, looking like it was recently renovated.

On the roof of the sports warehouse, sparrows lined up, their bright black eyes surveying the two people nestled together.

Makoto Takahashi and Yuki Tatsumi walked into the school building and strolled leisurely through the empty corridors, aimlessly enjoying the peaceful afternoon.

"During high school, classmates and teachers described Cheng-kun as an unpredictable guy."

After saying that, Tachikami Yuki couldn't help but smile, and her tone became even more cheerful: "Because of this, at first I didn't know how to approach Makoto-kun, but later I found out that it wasn't like that at all."

"Really?" This was the first time Takahashi Makoto had ever heard of such a thing.

Thinking about it carefully, it's probably because during my high school years, I didn't care about the people around me at all, and I didn't even show them any expression.

"Later I found out that it wasn't like that at all."

Yuki Tachibana glanced at the empty classroom, slowing her pace: "While it's not exactly easy to understand, her expression and attitude were very honest."

Her eyes grew even sweeter as she recalled the time when they first met.

Makoto Takahashi glanced down at Yuki Tachimi's profile, his expression a mixture of confusion and bewilderment: "Was what I said back then so hard to understand?"

"It's a bit hard to understand, no, it's extremely hard to understand."

After thinking for a moment, Tachibana Yuki nodded firmly: "For a long time before we started dating, I couldn't understand it."

"Then you still dare to go on a date with me alone? The eldest daughter of the Tatsumi family must be worth a lot of money."

Makoto Takahashi stepped forward with ill intent, pinning Yuki Tachimi against the corridor wall with a sinister aura, his smile extremely wicked.

Tachibana Yuki blinked, clasped her hands in front of her chest in a pleading gesture, raised her innocent face, and met his gaze:

"Because Chengjun's eyes are gentle most of the time, never revealing any ill intentions, and you can feel his pure respect for another person."

Her clear, azure eyes were filled with expectation and trust, and she exuded the feeling of an innocent, pure white flower.

Bathed in the sunlight streaming in from the corridor, Tachibana Yuki looked like an innocent and naive young girl, her eyes conveying love and complete trust.

Takahashi Makoto stared intently at her, then reached out and patted her pert buttocks, radiating a gloomy chill: "Miss, you have terrible taste."

"Is...is that so? I've always believed in Cheng-kun."

Tachibana Yuki's body trembled slightly, and her soft, gentle tone made one want to tear her beautiful dress apart.

Makoto Takahashi ran his fingers through her golden hair, stroking it gently, then stepped forward, shielding her from the warm sun with his body.

"How can I win the heart of this noble young lady from Tokyo without gaining your trust?"

"What...what do you want to do? Help...help me."

Enveloped in the shadows, Tachibana Yuki cowered and took a half-step back, only to find there was nowhere to retreat, so she could only clutch her chest tightly with her hands.

"No one will come to save you. In this dilapidated countryside, there aren't even any security cameras." Like a villain in an anime, Makoto Takahashi leaned closer, lifting a strand of hair to sniff the fragrance.

"ah--"

With a undulating voice, Li Jianxing teased his rationality: "Don't, please? I can give you money, lots of money."

"Money? Once you're pregnant with my child, you can have as much as you want."

Makoto Takahashi hugged her tightly, lowering his head to kiss her slender, snow-white neck, but Yukimi turned her face away, pushing against his chest with both hands:

"I don't want to. This kind of thing is absolutely unacceptable."

Not only did it offer no resistance, but its slightly childish voice actually added a lot of charm.

The dress was too long, so Makoto Takahashi could only knead her soft and elastic thighs through the fabric: "Young lady, just accept your fate. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"As the heir of the Tatsumi family, I will not yield." Tatsumi Yuki shook her head to avoid his kiss, but her body couldn't help but go limp.

"Your body language is very honest." Takahashi Makoto launched an attack with a tough attitude.

"Please, please let me go."

"Don't be silly."

"Waaah..."

"Isn't this crying a bit too fake?" Makoto Takahashi suddenly stopped what he was doing.

With short, labored breaths, Tachibana Yuki turned around and stared at him with a reproachful look.

A pleasant breeze blew in from the window at the end of the corridor. The two gazed at each other quietly for a moment, then kissed.

"Wait a minute, Xing, wouldn't it be better to go to the car?"

“That’s not what you just said, Cheng-kun.”

"This is a sacred school."

"I know, this is better."

The young lady wanted to seek excitement today, so Makoto Takahashi had no choice but to oblige.

Fortunately, he has many skills, including some unusual ones, which have come in handy.

Under the influence of taboo, the young lady is unusually useless today.

After tidying up Tachibana Yuki's messy blonde hair and the wrinkles in her dress, Takahashi Makoto carried her out of the school in a princess carry and got into the black car back to Tokyo.

"Since I've come all the way to Yamanashi, I'd like to stay one night."

Tatsumi Yuki lay wearily in the back seat of the car, her head resting on Takahashi Makoto's lap, her eyes closed, her soft voice carrying a hint of coquettish resentment:

"Anyway, you're definitely going to keep Xiaoye company tonight, and who knows, she might provoke me again."

"I'll bring you back some chocolate." Makoto Takahashi gently pinched her cheek.

"You must bring it back!"

"rest assured."

Having received his assurance, Li Jianxing then adopted a satisfied attitude.

The young lady seemed to be in a good mood, so Makoto Takahashi tentatively asked, "It'll take two hours to get back. How about you tell me more about Yoru's book?"

"I'm tired, I'm going to take a nap now." Tachikami Yuki turned over, facing his stomach.

"The sun is almost setting, and you still want to take a nap?"

"Put me to sleep, hurry up."

"Would you like to listen to 'A Tale of Two Cities'?"