They all have hidden attributes!

Tachikawa Yuki stepped off her black leather shoes, and her small feet, encased in white stockings, stretched out and stepped on his leg through his black shorts. She smiled gently and said:

“Hey, Cheng-kun, I don’t want you to have those kinds of thoughts, like you’re bothering me or something.”

As she spoke, she wiggled her ankles and gently pressed them against Takahashi Makoto's ankles as if to provoke him: "Don't worry about the time or what I'm busy with. You can contact me anytime you want."

"You don't need to worry about causing me trouble. I'm always here whenever you need me."

As Tachibana Yuki's sweet voice slowly flowed into his heart, the atmosphere became somewhat subtle.

Makoto Takahashi turned his head and met her deep blue eyes. Their gazes met, and a gentle sense of happiness welled up inside him, making him unconsciously feel immersed in the moment.

His gaze fell on Tachibana Yuki's moist, thin pink lips, and he was held captive for several seconds before squeezing out a dry voice to ask, "So?"

"If I absolutely have to add a title after your name, how about calling me 'older sister'?"

"Sister Xing".

"Hmm~ I'd prefer you just call me by my name, Makoto." Tachimi Yuki tossed her short blonde hair in a good mood and smiled smugly.

Makoto Takahashi snapped out of his daze, took a deep breath to calm himself, and inhaled her soft, delicate scent into his chest.

He looked away slightly, took a bite of chocolate, and said as he ate, "If only Sister Xing's heart could be as sweet as her mouth."

This is a trap. It would be so pathetic to be tricked into Ritsu's house by a few sweet words.

Wake up! You're going to be the strongest man on earth, Makoto Takahashi kept reminding himself, not to fall into the trap of bad women so easily.

"Everything I just said was from the bottom of my heart." A dazzling, joyful expression shone on Tachibana Yuki's innocent face.

"I know," Takahashi Makoto replied casually.

It is precisely because of my keen intuition that I know it is the truth, and that I feel happy.

He was equally aware that Tachibana Yuki's feelings were like a chocolate in his mouth, a mixture of sweetness and bitterness—her strong desire for control was also an integral part of her.

As if to fill the brief silence, the sound of rain outside the car window grew louder, and the blurry streetlights shone in, outlining the soft curves of Akira's face.

"What do you think of the current bands in the Light Music Club, Sister Yuki?" Makoto Takahashi changed the subject.

"Hmm—if I had to give my opinion..."

With a sweet, childlike voice, Tachibana hesitated for a moment, feigning deep thought, then suddenly flashed a mischievous smile and asked him:

"Chengjun, do you know why I want to join a band?"

Makoto Takahashi knows fairly much about the past of the Light Music Club.

"Because a few years ago, some of the senior students who established the Tsurumizawa Light Music Club formed a band called NGParty, and Yuki was inspired by their music to become interested in bands."

"Yes, I was lost for a long time after my father passed away."

Li Jianxing raised his right hand and examined it closely, his eyes darkening slightly, and said in a low voice:

"Therefore, music is actually the same as poetry, sculpture, painting, and all other art forms. As long as it can touch people's hearts and relieve pain, it can be called art."

Makoto Takahashi thought for a moment and nodded in agreement with her statement.

When he first started painting "Spring Thunder", he didn't understand anything. It wasn't until he finished "Fireworks" that he understood the meaning of "beauty".

"The reason why the senior disbanded the band was—" he asked curiously.

"None of us, Xiaoye, and Lengzi, have enough artistic talent."

Tachikawa Yuki smiled again and said without any concealment, "Learning to play the piano with emotion is very simple, but writing piano pieces and becoming a musician is something only a few people can do."

"Of course I can pay someone to write songs, but when I formed a band, I was thinking about creating music that could also touch people's hearts."

"Only when Xiaoye can create music that touches me on her own can I admit my failure."

"Chengjun, songs you participated in don't count either," she winked and emphasized with a smile.

"You overestimate me." Takahashi Makoto shrugged indifferently.

If it weren't for the system, he would probably be the kind of person who has absolutely no artistic talent. Let alone writing lyrics and composing music, he could barely pass his art class assignments.

"Given Xiaoye's personality, it's hard to say how long the band can last."

Yuki Tachibana said lightly, then clapped her hands lightly: "Alright, let's leave the topic of Saya to that. After telling you so much information, you'd better spend the afternoon on our date."

"Anything else planned besides the art exhibition?" Makoto Takahashi asked.

"A hotel?" she asked with a smile.

"Sister Xing said last time that kissing should only happen after we start dating, so please don't make me make any unrealistic expectations."

I'm craving omelet rice for lunch.

Chapter 69 Black Tea and Omelette Rice

A continuous mass of gray clouds covered the Tokyo sky without a single gap. A black sedan drove through the rain and stopped on the somewhat faded streets of Roppongi.

On both sides of the entrance to the restaurant called [Baixi], lush bamboo and strangely shaped stones are carefully arranged.

As Makoto Takahashi lifted the curtain and stepped inside, a flash of white light appeared in the air, thunder roared, and the slender leaves of the bamboo swayed violently under the pounding of raindrops.

Guided by a woman in a plain-colored kimono with a gentle appearance, he walked through the corridor and arrived at a Japanese-style room. He and Tachimi Yuki sat facing each other across the dining table, and a waitress knelt down to set out the bowls and chopsticks.

That's really high-class, they even offer kneeling service.

As Makoto Takahashi thanked the waitress in a low voice, thunder rumbled in the distance again.

A low, drum-like sound echoed slowly above the clouds, the eaves doors were open, and the view in the courtyard was blurred by the torrential rain.

Yuki Tatsumi glanced at the rain cascading down the eaves like a waterfall and said to him, "The omelet rice at this ryotei is quite special."

"You really want to eat omelet rice?" Makoto Takahashi asked in surprise.

It would certainly be a bit surprising to eat omelet rice, a dish that exudes a cheap atmosphere, at a high-class ryotei (traditional Japanese restaurant) in Roppongi, with its elegant garden landscaping and waiters kneeling in kimonos.

However, it's not surprising that even five-star restaurants serve fried rice.

With higher prices, the ingredients are naturally better.

“Yes, and there’s also a secret white sauce,” said Tachimi Yuki.

"I prefer it with ketchup."

"You'd better listen to me today, okay? Who told you to keep talking about other women? This is your punishment," she said with a wicked smile.

Makoto Takahashi immediately realized that if he couldn't resist the young lady's temptation and became infatuated with her, he might not be able to make his own decisions about his meals in the future.

“I was just asking for your opinion on the band, in my capacity as the vice president of the light music club,” he explained.

"The vice minister is also because of Xiaoye."

Tachibana Yuki turned around, revealing a dangerous smile that suggested she had seen through everything, and a glint of wisdom appeared in her beautiful, azure eyes:

"It's okay, it's okay if Cheng-kun likes Xiaoye, I can help you pursue her."

"Why do you think that?" Takahashi Makoto asked in surprise.

He seems to really like Uesugi Maya? No way.

The two maintained a mutually beneficial distance; their relationship was more accurately described as that of "friendly neighbors." Moreover, Uesugi Maya's personality was too troublesome to be suited for romance.

If it's for marriage, I might reluctantly consider it, considering her cooking skills.

"Saya often goes to Chengjun's apartment, right? She spends a bit more time there, so it's normal for her to develop feelings for him."

Tachibana Yuki gently rubbed her fingers, giving him a meaningful look:

“It’s okay if you fall for someone else, like a delicate woman like Shiraishi who evokes a protective instinct in people? If you ask me for help, I won’t be able to refuse.”

Makoto Takahashi didn't quite understand what she meant by suddenly saying that.

At this point, the waitress began serving the dishes, bringing out two servings of omelet rice with white sauce.

He suddenly understood. Tachimi Yuki didn't care whether he liked white sauce or ketchup; as long as he ended up eating white sauce, that was enough for him.

"It's really hard to like Sister Xing's domineering attitude." Takahashi Makoto picked up a spoon and cut the omelet rice in half.

As expected of a high-class restaurant, the omelet rice not only has a golden-brown crust, but the ingredients inside the rice are also incredibly plentiful, and the overflowing aroma is sure to whet your appetite.

Even when paired with white sauce, it's irresistible.

Wasting food is shameful, Makoto Takahashi thought to himself, scooping up a spoonful and putting it in his mouth, where the rich aroma immediately exploded on his tongue.

“I’m not a picky eater,” he explained, trying to make amends.

"But in some ways, he's unbelievably demanding," Tachimi Yuki smiled smugly.

The waitresses continued to serve dishes: sukiyaki, tempura, lobster sashimi lying on ice... all sorts of exquisite and high-end dishes filled the table, making the omelet rice seem somewhat out of place.

Only after all the dishes had been served and the waitress had left did Rikimi pick up her chopsticks to eat lunch.

Makoto Takahashi doesn't like raw food, and his chopsticks kept falling towards the fried shrimp tempura. He casually remarked, "Sachi-nee really has a tough time."

"what?"

"I pay attention to my image when eating out; it's a habit I developed from childhood."

Upon hearing this, Tachibana Yuki's expression stiffened for a moment, but she immediately put on a flawless, gentle smile again: "Yes."

Born into the Tachimi family, she was surrounded by flowers and applause from a young age. Beneath the glamorous and dazzling life she was showered with attention, there were also extremely high hidden expectations.

Her childhood was actually very strict; every action and word had to be in accordance with the family traditions. It was just disguised as "encouragement-based education" to make it seem harmonious and loving.

Tachimi Yuki put down the chopsticks he had just picked up, looked up at the sky, and saw rain clouds piled up like gray clay, with vein-like rays of light flashing inside.

“My parents would start discussing family matters in front of me when I was in elementary school,” she said softly.

“That sounds annoying,” Makoto Takahashi said.

“I didn’t think much of it at the time, but looking back now, it’s amazing how I was treated as an equal from such a young age, with my opinions listened to and responsibilities beyond my years.”

Li Jianyu paused briefly, smiled with relief, then shook his head and picked up his chopsticks again: "I'll probably do the same for my own children in the future, to help them develop an almost instinctive desire to lead."

"Wait, why are we suddenly talking about children?"

Makoto Takahashi was completely confused. He had just said something because he found Tachibana Yuki's rigid and serious demeanor tiring.

“In the year before my father passed away, I often came to this ryotei with him in the evenings, and I would sit alone in this Japanese-style room and eat omelet rice.”

Tachibana Yuki picked up a piece of fried shrimp tempura, put it in her mouth, chewed slowly, swallowed, and then continued:

“He would have dinner and chat with executives and directors from other family companies in the next room. I would sit here and eavesdrop and learn, but at the time I only thought it was an etiquette course.”