They all have hidden attributes!

The fountain is clearly visible from the elevated walkway, with no obstructions around it.

Makoto Takahashi forcefully pulled himself back to his senses, grabbing her wrist: "Wait, senpai..."

The long dress was restored to its original state, but Shiraishi Junka seemed not to hear anything at all, pressing her head against his chest and weighing down with her entire body weight.

She closed her eyes, silently pursed her lips, and greedily inhaled Takahashi Makoto's refreshing scent through her white T-shirt, her body trembling slightly as if in spasms.

In the sweltering summer, the sun is intense and the cicadas sing incessantly.

Makoto Takahashi leaned against the sun-baked bench, gazing at the clear sky. The white dress in his arms felt like the soft touch of clouds.

My left hand was borrowed by Shiraishi Junka again. It'll probably rain this afternoon.

The current situation is really not good for my heart, and my head is in a mess, until a thin layer of clouds blocked the overly intense sunlight, and the ear-piercing cicada chirping finally stopped.

"call--"

Shiraishi Junka slowly exhaled a sticky breath, like the air during the rainy season, mixed with a hazy moisture.

Makoto Takahashi felt a little unwell. He lay on the bench for a while before helping her sit up, her body limp.

“Chunke, you…”

Just as she was about to speak, she saw that the flush on Shiraishi Junka's cheeks had not yet faded, and she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Since it has already happened, let's deal with the bench first.

Makoto Takahashi stood up, checked that his newly changed white T-shirt was clean, and noticed that the cut fruit was scattered everywhere. He decided to tidy it up and take it back to the special building to throw it away.

After he put the fallen fruit back into the food container, Shiraishi Junko straightened her disheveled long skirt and stood up from the bench: "I'm sorry, I didn't see Makoto yesterday."

During her time rehearsing with the Light Music Club, she had gotten used to seeing him every day. The sudden break caused Shiraishi Junko to briefly lose her composure today.

As if suffocating from lack of air, they will gasp for air the moment they receive oxygen.

"It's okay, I also bear some responsibility."

Makoto Takahashi met her clear gaze for a few seconds, shook his head, and sighed helplessly: "I shouldn't have fed you without permission."

“It’s not Makoto’s fault.” Shiraishi Junko brushed aside a stray strand of hair that was stuck to her cheek.

"Let's get out of here first."

Makoto Takahashi looked around, hoping that no one had seen what had just happened. However, at this time, most of the students who would be coming to the academy during summer vacation should be practicing hard for the competition.

"We'll throw this away later."

He handed the fruit box, in which he had only eaten two pieces, to Shiraishi Junka, packed up his easel, and carried the rest of his things toward the special building.

"Makoto, do you need any help?" Shiraishi Junka suddenly asked.

"Junka's stamina must be pretty bad, right?" Takahashi Makoto turned his head in surprise, only to see that she had resumed her usual cold expression, her gaze shifting to the shadow at her feet.

"I will try my best."

"Wait, what kind of help?"

"The art club is not holding any activities during the holidays." Shiraishi Junka gave him a captivating look.

The implication couldn't be clearer. Makoto Takahashi suddenly felt thirsty and stopped at the vending machine in front of the special building.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and in a daze, I could smell the citrus scent in her hair again.

He inserted a coin, and with a "clunk," the iced cola fell into the dispenser. Makoto Takahashi bent down to pick it up, unscrewed the cap, and used the cool carbonation to calm himself down.

For the warrior of pure love to challenge the evil demon king is still too difficult before accumulating enough experience.

No, being lustful is normal, but it can't be accepted irresponsibly. Even though it's happened before, it's hard not to feel possessive... But then again... let's look at it on a brighter side... Anyway...

My thoughts grew like summer weeds, completely impossible to untangle.

Makoto Takahashi turned to look at Junka Shiraishi and said in a softer tone, "Junka, the kind of relationship I hope for is one where marriage is the goal."

"We can get married now."

"I think we need to get to know each other better. I didn't mean to keep fish, but given what happened, I think—"

“It doesn’t matter what you want to do, I’ll listen to you.” Shiraishi Jun interrupted him urgently, as if he were being abandoned.

"Go to the art department and put your art supplies down first."

Makoto Takahashi stepped into the special building, and Junko Shiraishi, following behind him, asked again timidly, "Do you need any help?"

"What kind of help?"

A cold voice came from the stairs. Makoto Takahashi looked up and saw beautiful legs encased in black stockings coming into view. Maya Uesugi was walking down the stairs.

"I think a live performance should have at least three original songs, and I'm considering the themes for the other two," Makoto Takahashi said calmly, glancing at Junka Shiraishi.

"..."

She didn't speak, but nodded indifferently, tucked her sweat-dampened hair behind her ear, and guiltily avoided meeting Uesugi Maya's gaze, turning her head to look at the bulletin board.

The poster recruiting keyboardists for the Light Music Club was still in a prominent position, so Shiraishi Junka decided to secretly tear it down when no one was paying attention, or cover it with the Art Club's event poster.

"too slow."

Uesugi Maya didn't suspect anything and walked straight up to Takahashi Makoto, taking the laptop from his hand: "Enough with the flirting, let's get down to business."

"Yes, Minister."

Chapter 82 Door-Breaking Husband

Stepping into the Light Music Club office, the cool air conditioning brought Makoto Takahashi back to life.

He pulled out a chair and sat down by the window. Shiraishi Junka, who was right behind him, glanced cautiously at Uesugi Maya before sitting down next to Takahashi Makoto.

From her perspective, the cat owner has a safe living space, but must be careful of the cat's attacks—Shiraishi Junka is instinctively afraid of Uesugi Maya.

In contrast, Hanakawa Kaori, who had actually been scolded to tears, was completely unafraid and generously took out the lemon-flavored popsicles she had bought from the mini-fridge and shared them with the three of them.

"Senior Makoto, Senior Uesugi's guitar doesn't have a name."

She waved to Makoto Takahashi, whose eyes were still somewhat dazed, and handed him a popsicle: "Does your bass have a name? I think most people name their instruments, right?"

"No."

Makoto Takahashi took the popsicle, looked around the clubroom, and asked Hanakawa Kaori, "Where's Reiko-senpai?"

"I went to call her from the rehearsal room."

Hanakawa Kaori ran out quickly, and Takahashi Seigaku had just unpacked the package. She had already returned with Kashima Reiko, and called out energetically, "Everyone's here!"

"Minister, let's start the meeting." Takahashi Makoto gestured to Uesugi Maya with his eyes.

"Come here."

"me?"

Makoto Takahashi took a bite of his popsicle, thought for a moment, and said in a gentle tone, "I don't really like a serious atmosphere. Anyway, everyone should refrain from interrupting and just have a free discussion."

As he spoke, he opened his laptop, found the first edition of the sheet music, and pushed it in front of Shiraishi Junka.

"I have a few ideas about the band..."

"I don't know much about new songs, copyright issues, etc., so I'm leaving it to you, Senior Lengzi."

"I'd like to hold a training camp around the middle of this month..."

Makoto Takahashi calmly explained his ideas about the band, his gaze shifting between the members, carefully observing each person's expression.

Having just gone through a period of cold and assertive management by Maya Uesugi, it's hard for the atmosphere to suddenly ease, but that's okay, summer is still long.

No rehearsals were scheduled for today. After the meeting, Kashima Reiko immediately set off to deal with copyright issues.

Under Makoto Takahashi's arrangement, Maya Uesugi accompanied Kaori Hanakawa to the shopping street to buy a guitar. Only Makoto Takahashi and Junka Shiraishi remained in the office to discuss the improvement of the sheet music.

Junko Shiraishi's artistic talent is amazing. With just her sense of touch, she can remove the fatigue from the originally rigid musical score and add more healing.

"Like a night sky suddenly opened up, my heart took flight."

When she said this, her quiet voice was as clean and soft as a white cotton dress that had been washed and soaked in sunlight.

Makoto Takahashi could not believe that not long ago, Junko Shiraishi had used him as a side dish.

"Running Towards the Night," NiceFold's first original song, was officially completed during lunch break, and there were no copyright issues.

In the afternoon, everyone listened to Hanakawa Kaori sing several popular songs. She was not at all stage-frightened and sang several songs with steady breathing and full of emotion under the watchful eyes of everyone.

While Uesugi Maya was teaching Hanakawa Kaori to play guitar, Takahashi Makoto wrote the lyrics for three songs originally from the same album: "Gunjo," "Probably," and "Encore."

The sheer quantity and quality of her songwriting left Maya Uesugi feeling resentful and also shocked Reiko Kashima and Junka Shiraishi.

Takahashi Makoto didn't take it seriously. After telling Uesugi Maya the approximate melody, he earnestly instructed her and Shiraishi Junka to complete it together.

Incidentally, Hanakawa Kaori's guitar is a black Camaría F1, named [Mirai].

"I hope to become an excellent adult like all of you seniors in the future." After saying this loudly, she completely immersed herself in the atmosphere of the Light Music Club.

The band stayed at the clubhouse until evening before ending their day's activities.

"You seem to have something on your mind today."

After getting off at Kishimojin Station, Maya Uesugi suddenly said this.

The dim streetlights came on early, casting shadows of the roadside trees. The traffic lights alternated, and the two walked slowly side by side along the sidewalk.

Makoto Takahashi turned his slightly bewildered gaze to her, and the slanting sunset cast a dazzling light, outlining Maya Uesugi's delicate profile.

"Interpersonal relationships are a complex issue."

"Oh."

Hearing the familiar cold laugh, Makoto Takahashi curled his lip, having no hope of getting an answer from her.

After all, she's Hell Girl, so it's not an exaggeration to say that she doesn't care about interpersonal relationships at all.

"What kind of look is that? It makes me feel like you've negated my entire past."

Uesugi Maya frowned in displeasure, tossing a strand of long black hair that fell beside her ear and playing with it: "Although I don't have any good advice, no matter what happens, I will always favor you a little, so there is no need for you to worry."

"I didn't expect you to be so narcissistic." Takahashi Makoto chuckled speechlessly.

"You think I didn't see it?"

Uesugi Maya gave him a friendly smile, but her cold eyes held no hint of amusement: "Hugging each other in public, how vulgar."