They all have hidden attributes!

"Has Sister Xing loved omelet rice since she was little?" Takahashi Makoto asked.

"No, it's just that eating omelet rice is the easiest. If you eat kaiseki cuisine, you have to sit for two or three hours."

"It's been tough since I was a child."

"I didn't feel tired at the time. I just thought to myself that it would be embarrassing if I didn't meet my parents' expectations. That's what encouragement-based education is all about."

Tachikami Yuki turned around and met his gaze into his dark eyes.

Their eyes met, and she saw a complex look in Takahashi Makoto's eyes, filled with admiration, heartache, warmth... a whole host of sincere and indescribable emotions welling up within her.

What a kind-hearted fool! Tachikami Yuki suddenly felt a little troubled.

Born into the Li Jian family, isn't it natural that one is destined to bear responsibilities?

Before Makoto Takahashi spoke today, she never felt that she was having a hard time. Those extremely high hidden expectations were something she could achieve as long as she worked hard.

Yuki Tachibana watched Makoto Takahashi eat the fried shrimp and asked with a smile, "Makoto-kun, you probably don't have this kind of experience before, do you?"

"what?"

"The experience of striving to achieve various goals from a young age."

"No."

Makoto Takahashi shook his head, a look of reminiscence on his face, and said, "I suppose it's the kind of environment where you grow up carefree and unburdened in the mountains."

"This is fine."

Yuki Tachimi nodded, then suddenly laughed happily: "But just now I felt that Makoto really understood me. It was so strange, like a healing effect on places I had never noticed before."

"is it?"

"Cheng-kun has a talent for sensing other people's hearts."

"This is the first time I've heard of such a statement." Makoto Takahashi picked up another fried shrimp with his chopsticks and threw it into his mouth.

After lunch, the two left the restaurant and went to the National Museum of Japan, a landmark of art in Roppongi.

Every year at this time, emerging young and talented artists stand out here. Because this art exhibition is of great significance to young people, most of the people coming and going are students of the same age as the two artists.

The various styles of paintings around them were dazzling. Takahashi Makoto and Tachimi Yuki strolled side by side in the art museum. As he was avoiding other people, the back of his hand accidentally touched the young lady's wrist a few times, and then his hand was suddenly grabbed.

The soft, cool touch was transmitted to me, and since I had a premonition, I wasn't surprised.

“This is more like a date,” Tachimi Yuki said with a smile.

"This doesn't feel like a date between friends, since we're not dating."

Makoto Takahashi tried to let go, but she immediately tightened her grip and pressed closer, saying, "Makoto-kun, Shiraishi tore up his own entry after seeing your painting."

"Is that so?" he said, feigning surprise.

Actually, I already knew that the system had mentioned it during the [assessment] settlement, and that only a woman of exceptional talent like Shiraishi Junka, who is a once-in-a-century genius, deserved the title of "true genius".

"Does Makoto like her?" Tachikami Yuki glanced at the paintings hanging on the wall.

"Speaking of which, what did you mean by what you just said, Sister Xing? Are you really going to help me?"

"Thinking about it carefully, I have absolutely no way of refusing Cheng-kun's request."

"That cunning excuse again." Makoto Takahashi released her hand, the delicate touch of her skin still lingering on his fingertips.

Tachikami hugged his arm unhappily and snuggled closer to him, saying, "Makoto-kun, I'm a ruthless woman who'll stop at nothing."

"so?"

"So I will do anything to keep you by my side, including helping you get the person you like."

"I'm sorry, I can't accept this."

Feeling her weight pressing down on him, Makoto Takahashi said with a headache, "Please use your 'ruthless methods' in the right way, such as learning how ordinary people date."

"Hmm~ I can't do it."

"Sister Xing's liking only goes this far."

He said it casually, but it seemed to touch his heart, and his eyes dimmed: "I can't help it."

Her noticeably lowered tone made Makoto Takahashi stop in his tracks and turn to look at her: "Why?"

"There's no reason, that's just how it is."

Tachibana Yuki wore a cryptic expression, her innocent face showing a hint of disappointment. This was the first time Takahashi Makoto had ever seen her like this.

Perhaps "fear" is the better word to describe it?

If she were to truly lose to Uesugi Maya, she would probably have this kind of expression.

The competitive young lady was afraid of failure, and also afraid of uncontrollable affection. Thinking of this, Takahashi Makoto raised his hand and touched her short, golden hair that shone brightly under the light.

"Never mind, forget what I just said."

“I already heard it.”

Tachikami raised her face in displeasure to meet his gaze, her beautiful blue eyes seemingly submerged in water: "Makoto-kun is starting to misunderstand me again. I don't hate it."

"It's a good thing that someone understands, no matter what."

Makoto Takahashi really enjoys the feeling of being understood by Maya Uesugi.

“That way, I’ll only feel guilty when I’m tying up Makoto,” Tatsumi Yuki said.

"Why use such a vulgar term as [bondage]?" Makoto Takahashi sighed helplessly, took her hand, and continued walking deeper into the art museum.

Thinking of Tachibana Yuki's hidden nature, he muttered to himself, "Who knows who will end up being tied up?"

Yuki Tatsumi didn't hear this and gripped Makoto Takahashi's hand tightly, saying, "Makoto-kun's subconscious habit of caring for other people's feelings makes him too prone to philandering. No wonder Shiraishi always wants to stick to you."

"You care about her a lot?" Takahashi Makoto asked.

“Reiko cares a lot.” Tachikami Yuki replied with an ambiguous smile.

Turning the corner of the corridor, we arrived at a large, separate room. On a pure white pillar hung the highest gold medal of this art exhibition.

"Fireworks"

Many people stood frozen in the room, their eyes completely drawn in, as if they could see the magnificent night sky of that night.

"Of all the paintings in the entire venue, only Cheng-kun's are worth seeing," Tachimi Yuki said with a satisfied smile.

"Miss, please keep your voice down." Takahashi Makoto immediately covered her pink lips, afraid that the people around them, who were obviously dressed as reporters, would hear.

He's not afraid of being exposed, but he has some negative stereotypes about reporters, such as being persistent and annoying.

My palms felt damp.

Makoto Takahashi was stunned for a moment, and only after a few seconds did he realize that Yuki Tachimi had stuck out her tongue and licked him. He quickly removed his hand and pulled her away.

"We've seen the art exhibition, let's go."

"Where are we going on our date next?" Tachimi Yuki asked casually.

"In short, it's not a hotel."

"Let's go get a cup of black tea first."

The National Gallery New Taipei City has a restaurant that also offers afternoon tea.

As the two sat down, the downpour had stopped sometime earlier, and a few bright rays of sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaden clouds, making the city and trees sparkle.

Li Jianxing gracefully picked up his black tea, took a sip, and said with a smile, "The owner of an auction house in Northern Europe likes to collect oil paintings. He asked for 1 million US dollars for that painting, 'Fireworks'."

"How much?" Takahashi Makoto wondered if he had misheard the currency unit.

"Monet's 'Water Lilies' only sold for $6550 million, and 'Haystacks in Giverny' sold for $3480 million."

Upon hearing what Tachikawa said, he suddenly felt that the other party's asking price wasn't too high: "I think it's better not to sell. My future achievements will definitely not be lower than Monet's."

"I think so too."

Tachimi Yuki put down his teacup, smiled meaningfully, and said, "Makoto, did you know that black tea, like coffee, can relieve fatigue and also has an energizing effect?"

"I only like Coke." Makoto Takahashi pursed his lips speechlessly.

"Wouldn't it be better if Cheng-kun arranged the afternoon's date?"

Yukichi Tachimi took out a chocolate from his pocket and handed it to him, so he emphasized again: "I just said cola, not chocolate."

Even so, Makoto Takahashi took the chocolate and put it in his pants pocket.

"It's okay, I'll twist Chengjun's will. Who told me to be a bad woman?"

Meeting Tachibana Yuki's gaze, which held a hint of danger, he raised his hand to a passing waiter: "Please give me a can of Coke, thank you."

Chapter 70 Remember, she is a bad woman.

The restaurant at the National Museum of Art does not serve canned Coca-Cola, so Tachibana Yuki instructs the female driver to buy some from a convenience store, allowing Takahashi Makoto to successfully demonstrate his will through his actions.

After having afternoon tea, Tachibana insisted that he choose the location for their next date.

Aside from their last shopping trip together in Ginza, Makoto Takahashi had no experience dating girls and couldn't think of any good places, so he chose his usual bookstore.

Junkudo Bookstore, Ikebukuro.

This massive bookstore occupies the entire building, spanning from the basement to the ninth floor, with a sales area of ​​approximately 2000 tsubo (about 3,300 square meters), making it the largest bookstore in Tokyo in terms of sales area.

Even if you just want to briefly explore all the floors, it will take nearly three hours, so in Makoto Takahashi's opinion, it is a great place for a date.

He was more familiar with the area on the basement level that sold light novels, comics, and doujinshi, so he started browsing from B1.

“Cheng-kun is very familiar with this place.”

Yuki's innocent face showed no sign of boredom, and she politely lowered her voice, "Eh, doesn't Makoto-kun like this manga?"

She stopped in front of the light wood bookshelf, hooked her fingers around the shoulder of a book with an 18R label, took out a comic book, and stepped forward to hand it to Makoto Takahashi.

"I, the Perfect Young Lady, Will Never Kneel"

Makoto Takahashi took a step back, his back touching the bookshelf: "Sachi-nee, that's enough."

"Let's buy one."

She forcefully shoved the comic book at me, smiling as she said, "This comic seems to have a maid theme in it too. Didn't Cheng-kun buy a similar light novel last time?"

"That's for all ages."