Their restricted abilities are refreshed every week.

"Yuki, can you cook?"

In order to prevent the dark dish of killing his brother from happening, Shirakawa Haru quickly grabbed Yuki's wrist and said, "Brother, don't pretend to know something when you don't!"

"Although I'm not as skilled as you, brother, I still know some basic dishes." Suo Fang Yuxi crossed his arms, showing an expression that everything was under control: "Just wait and eat!"

After saying that, Zhou Fang Yuxi, with pajamas hanging on her body, walked towards the kitchen, looking like the wind was whistling and the Yishui River was cold.

Shirakawa Haru opened his mouth, stared at the entry above Zhou Hou Yuxi's head with a deeper look, but in the end he said nothing.

——This guy's entry gets deeper at the same rate every day. To her, it's just like leveling up in a game.

Since there are at least three abilities that will be randomly refreshed every week, it is impossible for me to do anything to Yuki within this week to get rid of him once and for all.

——Then why don’t you try to divert Yuki’s attention first?

Let Yuki focus on it and try to slow down her leveling progress?

Shirakawa Haru didn't know how Yuki Suho upgraded the modifier, so there was no other good solution at the moment.

……

"Yuki, do you want to be the student council president?"

Shirakawa Haru took a mouthful of rice and began to chew it with relish.

——Although Yuki’s cooking skills are not as good as his, the meaning of being able to eat a meal made by his sister after returning from “work” is completely different.

It’s interesting just thinking about it.

It smells good, let’s make it!

"Huh? The student council president?" Yuki Suho, who was sitting across from him, blinked and pointed at himself in confusion: "Me?"

"But isn't it still the first year of high school? Bro, are you tired of being the president after just one semester?"

Shirakawa Haru sighed: "Compared to the student council, which can continue to function even if anyone is missing, Oguri is still more important."

"--Besides, Yuki, you were the president for two years in junior high school. I feel more at ease handing the position of president over to you."

"Oh, what are you talking about? That's really too much praise... How dare I compare myself to my brother?"

"Compared to someone like me, Yuki is more suitable."

When Zhou Hou Yuxi heard this, she could no longer suppress the smile on her face.

"There are two candidates now. One is the current vice president, Toyokawa-san, and the other is you, Yuki."

Shirakawa Haru once again handed the empty bowl to the smiling Suo Hou Yuki and thought, "It all depends on whether you have the will to run for election."

Suho Yuki, who had forgotten to untie her apron, walked over and quickly picked up a large amount of food for Shirakawa Haru. "If I didn't want to, would Toyokawa-san be the president?"

"That's probably the case." Baichuan Qing said, "Except for you, I can't think of anyone more reliable than her."

“Then I want to run for election.”

Zhou Fangyouxi answered.

"Why did you decide so suddenly?"

Suho Yuki snorted, "I just wanted to see how capable that vice president you praised so much is."

We're not friends, how can you be jealous?

Shirakawa Haru suddenly felt that she shouldn't have mentioned Teacher Daxiang so many times in front of her sister.

But you can't take back what you said.

So be it.

——In fact, in addition to letting Yuki focus on running for president, Shirakawa Haru also wanted the two of them to meet for the first time in her presence.

Otherwise, it would be bad if Yuxi used the modifier on others.

So he said, "I always feel that Teacher Daxiang's reply is weak. Why don't we go and express our condolences in two days?"

Before Suho Yuki could speak after raising an eyebrow, he continued, "This could be considered as a small training session for you, so that you can get to know your future competitor."

"to make!"

Yuki Suho clapped his hands and was overjoyed.

While eating, Shirakawa Haru opened Line and sent a message to Toyokawa Shoko, "Are you there?"

Almost the moment the message was sent, it was shown as read in the lower left corner.

?

Shirakawa Haru made sure he didn't blink.

——Could it be that Teacher Daxiang was playing a mobile game and accidentally clicked on the pop-up message reminder?

After coming up with a more reasonable explanation in his mind, Shirakawa Haru waited for two minutes before continuing typing.

——He estimated that he could finish a small game in two minutes at least. Teacher Daxiang didn’t look like the kind of person who could play high-intensity competitive mobile games.

[Shirakawa Haru: Toyokawa-san, are you free these days? Can you come out and meet me?]

Shirakawa Haru didn't say it was related to the student union work, because that would be like forcing her to come out.

The young lady was supposed to be enjoying her summer vacation happily. She might be practicing piano in her big house with central air conditioning on.

It would be so embarrassing if you were called out unwillingly and ended up sweating all over.

After staring at the "other person typing" for about five minutes, a message popped up from the other side: "President, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Can we meet again after school starts?"

"My Vice President, it took you five minutes to type these words..."

Yuki Suho stood behind him with her mouth slightly open, her expression indescribable.

"It seems that it's unlikely that we can meet before school starts."

Shirakawa Haru then sent an OK emoji and shrugged: "Young lady's time is not her own, Yuki, you must have experienced this."

After some tidying up, Yuki Suho picked up the controller again and fought hard, while Haru Shirakawa prepared to go out.

Walking out of the apartment building and looking up at the sun, Shirakawa Haru wished he could blow it up with one punch.

"But since Yuki is staying home, I can ride my bike as hard as I can."

Thinking that he would be able to start his Trek Madone SLR 9 parked on the path not far away soon, Shirakawa Haru's depression caused by the sun was swept away.

But just as he was about to reach his destination after twisting and turning in the shadows, Baichuan Qing suddenly felt something was wrong and narrowed his eyes slightly.

——Not far from the path, I saw a flaxen-haired girl with a hesitant expression.

……

PS: During the new book period, everyone should try to read the new chapters every day, so that we can live a better life. Thank you

Chapter 16: Encountering the Angel Nagasaki Suyo on the Road

What is this lady doing standing there?

Baichuan Qing looked into the path again, and after thinking for a moment, he understood what was going on.

——It’s still my own fault.

Because Shirakawa Haru didn't want Suho Yuki to know that he had bought a road bike - if this girl knew, she would definitely clamor for him to take her for a walk.

But how can a road bike hold two people?

As for getting one for Yuki as well, that would be even more impossible for the brother and sister to ride together.

As soon as Shirakawa Haru puts on the shoes, she cruises at over 30 mph. If the Suoh family knew that Yuki had turned into a highwayman with legs thicker than her waist, they would arrest her within two days and perform a second transformation into a big lady.

So Shirakawa Haru simply didn't let Suho Yuki know about this.

"But... I asked that old man to send two people to help me look after the car, and they sent out these second-rate people?"

Baichuan Qing looked at the three young men with different hair colors, strange movements, and runes on their ribs and bodies, and couldn't help but curl his lips speechlessly: "Aren't you afraid that others will say that they are affecting the city appearance..."

These three silly little things are wandering around here. It would be strange if ordinary girls weren't afraid of them.

Thinking of this, Baichuan Qing quickened his pace and walked over.

"Brothers, even if we don't have any background, it's really degrading to be thrown here to look at a bicycle... How much is a bicycle worth?"

"Yeah, it's unfair!"

"I thought if I joined the Yakuza I'd be able to wear a suit, drive a Land Rover and be called 'Big Brother'!"

"——You three, what era are you still playing traditional Yakuza? Have you watched too many movies?"

A sympathetic voice interrupted the conversation between the three people. They all turned their heads at the same time and looked at the young man wearing a sun-protective jacket over a vest.

"Huh? Say that again, kid?!"

Faced with the high probability of the three of them having bad tempers, Shirakawa Haru was well prepared.

After all, what good kid wouldn't stay in school at the age of sixteen or seventeen, but instead join a declining industry like the Yakuza?

——Just to be called big brother?

"By the way, this bicycle is very valuable, almost equivalent to one-fifth of a Land Rover fragment."

"Hey, how the hell do you know this?"

Shirakawa Haru didn't respond, but just smiled and raised a red brick that he had picked up from somewhere, and knocked it against the edge of the wall to indicate that it was not a prop.

Then, he gently grabbed it with his palm, lifted it up in the air, and rubbed it into pieces and powder bit by bit in front of the three people.

The alley was silent, with only the sound of swallowing saliva.

"——Three of you, can we have a proper talk now?"

The boy's cheerful laughter could be heard outside the alley.

This startled Nagasaki Suyo, who was observing the situation from a distance. However, before she could finish her extremely complex psychological struggle, she heard the strange boy's voice again:

"I asked your boss to send someone to take a good look at my car. He offered me a higher hourly wage than a convenience store clerk, and this is what he ended up doing?"

Then, Nagasaki Suyo saw the three yakuza moving out of the alley like quails, nodding and bowing to the young man, and then running away as if they were running for their lives.

Huh? What happened?

Nagasaki Suyo's finger, which was about to press the alarm button, froze. She hesitated for a moment and turned off the phone again.

She touched her fingers thoughtfully, then walked forward.

Shirakawa Haru, who had already put on his helmet, was listening to the beautiful sound of the flower drum when he saw Nagasaki Motoyo standing at the entrance of the alley, looking very apologetic.

——Oh, I remember now. It seems that it was because of me that this girl was blocked.

Oh no, I wasted his time. Now he’s probably here to cause trouble!

Baichuan Qing slapped his head and decided to bow and apologize first. Red Bean Paste Private Marseille - seeing that the other party was wearing expensive clothes, he should not care about a student who apologized first and gave in.

So Shirakawa Haru carefully parked the car against the wall, with the same look as if it was all her fault, and walked towards Nagasaki Suyo with a serious expression.

"sorry!"

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

The apologies from both sides sounded almost at the same time, the only difference being that Shirakawa Haru's apology was brief, but he had already bowed 90 degrees; while Nagasaki Suyo's apology was longer, but he only lowered his head slightly.

"Ugh?"

"Huh? What's going on?"

Shirakawa Haru looked up with confusion and stared at Nagasaki Suyo, who was almost a head shorter than her, for a few seconds.

Then the two people with question marks over their heads spoke again at the same time: "Well, please go first..."

Even the honorifics are exactly the same.

This time, Shirakawa Haru couldn't hold back her laughter and Nagasaki Suyo also raised the corners of her lips slightly.

In order to prevent this situation from happening again, Bai Chuanqing quickly spoke: "Miss, you should speak first."

"I'm sure you were worried because I was standing there just now." Nagasaki Suyo said apologetically, "I'm truly sorry for leaving you to face those terrifying yakuza alone."

Bai Chuanqing was stunned.

So, in the eyes of others, I am actually a righteous partner?

He thought the other party was coming to call him to task.