Their restricted abilities are refreshed every week.

Even now, she still feels a sense of unreality about what just happened. She actually invited Shirakawa Haru to spend the night at her home, and most importantly, he actually agreed! Toyokawa Shoko looked at Shirakawa Haru's back and continued to exercise with the hand holding the toothbrush.

"Toyokawa-san...are there any disposable clothes in this convenience store downstairs? The clothes I'm wearing are soaked by the rain, and I want to change clothes and take a shower." Shirakawa Haru leaned on the window and looked at the night scene outside.

Before, Toyokawa Shoko asked Shirakawa Haru to sit on the sofa, but the clothes he was wearing were already soaked with rain, and the rain would drip from his clothes with just a little pressure. He really couldn't bear to dirty the few pieces of furniture in Toyokawa Shoko's house, so he stood up from the sofa after sitting for not long.

Later, he saw Toyokawa Shoko take a set of clothes and go into the bathroom to brush her teeth, wash her face and take a bath. He said that he was a little envious of her for being able to take a hot bath after being caught in the rain at this time of night.

This wasn't his home. Shirakawa Haru had asked Toyokawa Shoko if he could use her bathroom to take a shower, but he didn't have any clean clothes, so he had to either endure it or find a way to get some clothes. He really wanted to take a shower. After all, he had already done something like borrowing the bathroom from another girl at her house, so how could he be stumped by a set of clothes?

There's no need to focus too much on comfort or quality when it comes to changing clothes... Baichuan Qing's heart moved slightly. He remembered that some convenience stores would put a few pieces of underwear in the living area, both men's and women's. If the convenience store was a little bigger, they would also provide disposable casual clothes for daily use. Maybe the convenience store downstairs would sell such clothes!

"I think there was." Toyokawa Shoko was drying her hair. She tilted her head slightly to the right to let her long hair fall down. Then she kept touching the ends of her hair with her hands while drying it with a hair dryer. "I'll go check it out later?"

"Forget it. If there really is something, I'll go and check it myself. Haven't you already showered? If you go downstairs again, it will be for nothing."

Shirakawa Haru glanced at Toyokawa Shoko. She had just taken a shower in the bathroom, which was now filled with steam. Her face was hidden in the mist, a bit like a person in a mirror. He could only see the graceful silhouette of a person blowing her hair.

"Then I'll go by myself!" Shirakawa Haru walked away from the window. On the way, he also took the food he bought at the summer festival with him. Convenience stores have microwaves, so he can heat these things up. If these things are left until tomorrow, the flavor and taste will be greatly reduced.

But he actually didn't care about these things. After all, if the food went bad, he couldn't just throw it away without eating it. But he was afraid that Toyokawa Shoko would choose to eat it even though she knew that the food might have gone bad.

It would be more trouble than good if you get an upset stomach.

If he just threw it away, he would feel reluctant. Although the price was not expensive, Shirakawa Haru felt ashamed of the thought of throwing away the food when he thought about the people who were starving somewhere and whom he could not help.

Take it to the convenience store and heat it up. If Shoko Toyokawa can't finish it later, I'll help her deal with it.

"There is an umbrella on the shoe cabinet at the door. Don't forget to take it with you when you go out, President! And be careful when going downstairs and don't run too fast. There are no guardrails on the stairs here! Open the umbrella when you get downstairs first, so you don't get wet when the umbrella is still open!" Shirakawa Haru said that she was going out. After hearing this, Toyokawa Shoko quickly wrapped a few more bath towels around herself, then tied her hair into a bun and came out of the bathroom. She already had a long bath towel on her body, but for some reason she always felt that it was a bit inappropriate to rush out directly, as if she was exposing her reckless side to Shirakawa Haru.

When Toyokawa Shoko walked out of the bathroom, Shirakawa Haru had already walked outside the door. She saw a crack in the door slowly closing, and Shirakawa Haru's back slowly disappeared through the crack.

She felt that the current atmosphere and position were particularly suitable for saying something, just like the heroine in a movie giving advice and exhortations to the hero before he left, or a wife giving advice and exhortations to her husband, so the words flowed out of her mind without much thought.

In fact, Toyokawa Shoko wanted to tell Shirakawa Haru to take good care of himself, but she held back. She always felt that these words should not be said now. Perhaps when their relationship got better, better, she could tell him all her thoughts openly.

The whole process of signing the contract today was all about him accommodating her. Although she was nominally the vice president of Hinomori's student union, she knew that Shirakawa Haru could adopt or invalidate her suggestions and ideas at will, but he obeyed her in everything.

During the summer festival, Shirakawa Haru was always taking care of her own thoughts in the cultural street and bought her a lot of snacks with summer festival flavors, such as takoyaki, fried noodles, oden, etc.

Snacks with summer festival flavors are only sold during the summer festival, because the taste cannot be created by the chef's techniques or spices. It will change and transform, depending entirely on the atmosphere of the summer festival at that time and the feeling given to you by the people around you.

The taste of summer festival that Shirakawa Haru brought to her should be composed of the smell of warm sunshine and fireworks display, because there is a "Qing" character in Shirakawa Haru's name, and it was he who accompanied her strolling in the cultural street, so the taste of summer festival he brought to her should have the fragrance of sunshine; the fireworks of the fireworks display were very beautiful, especially the last firework that looked like a Ferris wheel left a deep impression on her, so it also had the taste of fireworks.

The same thing happened when he came back from the tram. He protected the teddy bear from the rain, but he himself was soaked by the rain.

While looking for shelter from the rain, he did not forget to hold his suit over his head to keep out the rain. He told himself not to care about the suit, even though it was a new piece of clothing he had just put on today.

He cares too much about others and always forgets to take care of himself.

Toyokawa Shoko wondered if Shirakawa Haru had heard her. She wondered what would happen if she hadn't, and what would happen if she had? She went back to the bathroom and untied the towels she had wrapped around her. They fell to the floor like the fallen wings of a beautiful fairy, scented with her body.

She changed into a white slip dress.

Nowadays, there are more and more types of home clothes. Suspender skirt is also a kind of home clothes. It is a light dress that is not close-fitting, narrow and short. The hem of the skirt usually falls to the knees, which makes it cool and sexy when worn.

Toyokawa Shoko doesn't look sexy when she wears it. No, that's not the case. She is sexy, but this sexiness is completely overwhelmed by the beauty that overflows from her body. She sits on the bed with her legs arched, her hands hugging her knees, a big bun on her head, and the white suspender skirt is pressed under her body, showing the beauty of a boy and girl's first love.

Not long after, Shirakawa Haru came back with two bags in her hands.

He put away his umbrella at the door, and the rain slid down the umbrella handle. His upper body was not wet, but his lower body was covered with water stains, especially his shoes, which were almost left with every step.

"I'm sorry, Toyokawa-san, it's raining really hard outside. If I walk slower, not only my shoes but my pants will get completely wet. Let me mop the floor again later."

"Come in!" Toyokawa Shoko immediately got off the bed. She walked over to Shirakawa Haru and took two bags from him. Inside were a change of clothes and a steaming bowl of oden. At the bottom, she also found some drinks and a few boxes containing leftover snacks from their summer festival.

At this time, cold wind rushed in from outside the door. She quickly closed the door and pushed Baichuan Qing into the room.

"President, go take a shower now. You're soaked in rain."

"Okay." Shirakawa Haru said a few words to Toyokawa Shoko before going into the bathroom. "The oden in the bag is what I bought. I also heated up the snacks we bought at the summer festival. If you want to eat, just eat it. But you already ate a lot tonight, so I don't think you have much of an appetite right now."

Shirakawa Haru locked the bathroom door, first brushed her teeth with a disposable toothbrush and toothpaste at the sink, and then stripped herself clean in just a few seconds.

It is more convenient for boys to take a shower than for girls. They have to spend some time just to take off their clothes, but boys don’t need to. The same is true when taking a shower. They just need to rinse and they are done.

But Shirakawa Haru was still very careful about cleaning his body. He carefully applied soap to every part of his body, and then rinsed with hot water to finish his shower.

After wiping his body clean with a bath towel, he blew his hair with a hair dryer for a few minutes. When his hair was still slightly wet, he put on his clothes, opened the bathroom door and went to the bedroom.

"Huh... much more comfortable." Shirakawa Haru stretched and felt warm all over. He glanced at the floor at the door and found that the water stains on the floor had disappeared. It seemed that Toyokawa Shoko had mopped the floor while he was taking a shower.

Shirakawa Haru pulled out his phone to check the time. It was 11:23, thirty-seven minutes until midnight. He stood on the tatami mat and brought over a folding table, then placed the oden, drinks, and steaming snacks on it.

"Toyokawa-san, do you want to eat with me? It's already past eleven, but I'm not sleepy yet. If you're not sleepy either, how about we eat something and chat?" Shirakawa Haru beckoned Toyokawa Shoko down. Toyokawa Shoko was now very obedient to him. So she got off the bed and sat down obediently opposite Shirakawa Haru.

"Eat something," Shirakawa Haru said. He then opened a box of fried noodles, picked up his chopsticks and put it into his mouth. For a moment, the room was filled with the smell of fried noodles oil, chili powder, and green onions. "Actually, Fengchuan-san doesn't want to sleep now, right?"

He threw a can of something to Toyokawa Shoko.

When Toyokawa Shoko caught it, she realized it was beer. She wondered what Shirakawa Haru was up to. Was he trying to get her drunk so he could do something strange to her? It didn't seem likely. She didn't think Shirakawa Haru would do such a thing. Ever since she'd used Alice's Candy House on him on the train, she'd gotten to know him thoroughly. So maybe he just bought beer because he didn't know what she liked? She glanced at Shirakawa Haru silently, realizing he wasn't even checking to see if she was drinking.

"If you don't like it, I have milk here." Shirakawa Haru handed over a bottle of milk.

"No, I know how to drink now." Shoko Toyokawa pulled the pull ring, and with a slight sound, a drowsy feeling of intoxication overflowed from the hole the size of the pull ring.

She held the can of beer in both hands, tilted her neck up, and poured it into her mouth, swallowing the foamy liquid as her throat rolled. Perhaps because she drank too fast, some of the liquid kept dripping from the corners of Toyokawa Shoko's mouth. She felt it herself, but she didn't care at all, letting the drops of water slide down her jawline, rolling down her delicate collarbone, and falling into the depths of her slip dress.

"Cough, cough... cough cough!" Toyokawa Shoko drank too quickly and suddenly choked on her beer. Shirakawa Haru quickly took out a tissue and handed it to Toyokawa Shoko, "Cough... Thank you, thank you, President."

"Don't drink too fast. I'm telling you, it's a good thing I saw this side of you. If someone else saw you like this drunk, they might say something strange at school the next day."

Toyokawa Shoko rolled her eyes at Shirakawa Haru, thinking, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't let anyone else into this room. Don't act like you're taking advantage of me!" You said you saw me drinking, but you're the only one who saw me drinking. Tonight was quite strange for me. I thought you were the kind of person who lived a strict life, but I didn't expect you to be eating hot fried noodles and drinking milk late at night, like a decadent uncle who worked overtime until the early hours. It's great that you discovered my secret, and in exchange, I also know yours. Although this secret is not important, and even just a joke, it is a secret that belongs only to us.

"President, I'm sorry." After a moment of wandering thoughts, Toyokawa Shoko suddenly apologized to Shirakawa Haru. The content was still the same old story, saying that she should have agreed to take a taxi. "This is really a wrong choice."

"What a wrong choice! I shouldn't have taken a taxi back home," Shirakawa Haru said, eating fried noodles, and a smell of garlic powder and onions wafted out as she spoke. The onion smell in the fried noodles hit Toyokawa Shoko right in the face, but she surprisingly found that she didn't dislike the smell, even though she thought onions smelled strong and unpleasant.

"President, I don't understand." Shoko Toyokawa said after a moment of silence.

"What's so confusing about this?" Shirakawa Haru finished his fried noodles and then started eating oden. He asked Toyokawa Shoko not to stay and eat with him, saying that if it wasn't enough, he would go to the convenience store downstairs to buy more. "Think about it, if we took a taxi home early, wouldn't we avoid getting wet in the rain? If you weren't afraid of getting wet, Shoko, you wouldn't let me know where you live now, let alone let me into your house. Right?"

Toyokawa Shoko was silent. She didn't know what Shirakawa Haru was going to say, but she had a vague feeling that what Shirakawa Haru was about to say was very important to her, like something that would determine her entire life, something that would influence her life. She picked up the oden bamboo skewer and bit the fish ball off of it fiercely.

She let herself imagine that what she was biting was not the fish ball but Shirakawa Haru's arm.

"Ah."

Toyokawa Shoko responded woodenly. She felt both sweet and scared in her heart. She didn't want to listen to Shirakawa Haru anymore, but her uneasy and hesitant heart told her that no matter what he said next, she had to accept it all.

She seemed to know what Shirakawa Haru would say next.

"It is because Toyokawa let me into your home that I can get to know you better. We cleaned the room together and took shelter from the rain in the same house together. I learned that Toyokawa was a girl who could drink, which I didn't see at all when I was in school. We even took showers in the same bathroom one after another, and we were even able to sit face to face and drink and eat fried noodles and oden together like we do now." When Shirakawa Haru talked about what he and Toyokawa Shoko had done together today, he counted on his fingers as if he knew them all by heart.

He was actually a very observant boy, he could remember everything that happened in a day. Even Shirakawa Haru himself didn't notice that when he counted these things on his fingers, a smile appeared on his face.

This kind of smile is not a smile, and the meaning behind it is the least of all smiles. Because it is just a smile, an emotion that is passed on to each other by friends when playing and joking.

"Because of this night, I can understand Fengchuan-san better. I know how hard you work, and how you have always tried your best to make your life better. Look at the posters you have on the wall; you have kept every one of them intact."

As Baichuan Qing continued speaking, he suddenly realized that he had finished the bottle of milk in front of him.

There was milk in the bag as well, but he chose beer.

When you open the can, the smell of alcohol gushes out.

Shirakawa Haru poured the beer down his throat with an even more heroic attitude than Toyokawa Shoko. However, he choked on it before he could drink much. The beer tasted too bitter. Although it had the aroma of malt, the bitterness was stronger than the sweetness.

"President, if you can't drink, don't drink." Toyokawa Shoko knew from the look on Shirakawa Haru's face that he couldn't drink fast, but judging from his look, he must have had experience drinking before.

"How about we drink together, Toyokawa-san, just tonight?"

Shirakawa Haru suggested to Toyokawa Shoko, and then opened another can without caring whether she agreed or not, but this time his movements were obviously much gentler.

"Every poster features a girl band. I know Toyokawa-san formed a band in the past. Although you said it eventually disbanded and you have no regrets about it, I think that's actually a lie. Your body can deceive you, your heart can deceive you, but the little habits you unconsciously follow in your daily life won't deceive you."

"Stop talking. President, you're drunk." Upon hearing this topic, Toyokawa Shoko immediately became excited. "I don't care about the band now. I've forgotten who was in the band before!"

"You definitely haven't forgotten, Xiangzi." Shirakawa Haru refuted Toyokawa Xiangzi's remarks, "Xiangzi... Can I call you that? There should be no problem between friends calling each other that. I became your friend during the summer festival. You can also call me Haru."

This kind of address is definitely too intimate considering their relationship, but it doesn't matter. Shirakawa Haru actually just wants a key to unlock Toyokawa Shoko's heart.

What a stubborn mouth! He looked at Toyokawa Shoko now, wondering why she was so inconsistent when she first started talking about the band. She had been so frank before. To use a candy analogy, she used to be a soft marshmallow that melted at the slightest poke, but now she was like plum candy. He couldn't tell if it was sweet, but it was definitely sour and salty.

"But since you don't like this topic, let's skip it."

Shirakawa Haru suddenly removed the snacks and drinks from the folding table, revealing lines traced with black marker. These lines weren't drawn randomly, but were carefully traced with a ruler, stroke by stroke, until they dried and could no longer be erased. These lines were actually the black and white keys of a piano drawn on the folding table.

"Look, although I don't know what this means, I know it's part of your secret. Now I also know your secret, so we are now 'accomplices' to some extent."

What "accomplice"? How bizarre! Toyokawa Shoko took a big sip of beer and ate some warm fried rice.

They had bought quite a few snacks at the summer festival, and even now there was still quite a bit of food on the folding table. Although she felt annoyed and restless, and clearly didn't want to continue listening, Toyokawa Shoko didn't feel the urge to stop him from telling the story.

"I want to help you as your friend, Xiangzi." Shirakawa Haru drank beer and suddenly winked at Toyokawa Xiangzi. This sudden antics made Toyokawa Xiangzi a little confused, but she knew that her mood suddenly improved a lot.

"Speaking of which, I should be grateful for the rain tonight. It provides me with an opportunity to get to know you better. You've been saying before that it was a wrong choice, but if it weren't for this choice, I might never have known the real you."

"What real me? The me you see in school is the real me..." Toyokawa Shoko muttered softly, and only she knew the emotions contained in it.

"Qing, what you said is so corny!" She suddenly shouted loudly, her face flushed. She didn't know if it was because of Shirakawa Haru's corny name or because she was drunk, or both.

The house was not big, so when Shoko Toyokawa shouted, the whole house seemed to be about to fall down.

"I'm not asking about the band, or what you want to do in the future. I just want to ask you one thing," Shirakawa Haru's expression suddenly became serious and earnest. "Xiangzi, do you still want to continue playing the piano? Not on that old piano at school, or on the fake piano on the folding table, but on a brand new, beautiful, and impressive piano that can perfectly showcase your inner self."

Baichuan Qingxin said to Xiangzi, "I want you to be in this state. You always called me President, President before, but now you call me by my name. No matter what, since you call me like this, you must really regard me as your friend."

I want to know what's really in your heart.

Empty beer cans, yellow beer stains, and barbecue and oden seasonings were scattered all over the tatami. Clearly, Haruhiko Meikawa and Shoko Toyokawa had just cleaned the room, but in the blink of an eye, it was messy again, even worse than before.

"I... I want to keep playing the piano!" Facing Shirakawa Haru's serious question, Toyokawa Shoko was silent for a moment before answering firmly, "Even if I graduate from Hinomori Academy and can no longer go to that piano room, I still want to keep playing the piano!"

"Yeah, I heard that," Shirakawa Haru replied, his tone so calm that it seemed as if Toyokawa Shoko's answer was a matter of course. It was a matter of course, Shirakawa Haru thought.

"Well, Xiangzi, since I know your secret, I want to give you a surprise in exchange." Shirakawa Haru said a little mysteriously.

Toyokawa Shoko thought he would reveal the answer soon, but Shirakawa Haru stopped talking after mentioning it once. Instead, he told herself that he wanted to listen to music.

"I want to listen to Debussy's 'Girl with Flaxen Hair', Beethoven's 'Clairvoyance', Ravel's 'Undine'... I want to listen to all the piano pieces you played in the school piano room again!"

"But Qing, I don't have a piano here. I only have a folding table with black marker lines drawn on it to fool myself."

"Then why don't you just use this folding table to play?"

"But you're just fooling yourself!" Toyokawa Shoko was a little dissatisfied. She suddenly couldn't understand what Shirakawa Haru was thinking. How could a folding table possibly produce piano sounds? Although she knew all the fingerings, she knew that wood chips couldn't produce the sound of vibrating bones and flesh. She suddenly wanted to scold Shirakawa Haru, saying that he hadn't drunk much beer and was crazy, but then she felt that the current atmosphere and feeling were exactly what she wanted.

On a rainy day, there were two people in the small room, the floor was littered with empty beer cans and miscellaneous items, and there was a lamp that was not particularly bright.

"Leave the sound to the music software. Can't we just share a pair of headphones?" Baichuan Qing said, pointing to the headphones. He drank five cans of beer today and felt that he was really drunk. Words that he would not normally say could now burst out all at once.

"Okay." Toyokawa Shoko took the headphones and after plugging in the transmission cable, she put one on her ear and the other on Shirakawa Haru's ear. "Well... then the first piece is Debussy's 'Girl with Flaxen Hair'..."

"Yeah, I'm listening." Shirakawa Haru nodded beside Toyokawa Shoko, indicating that she was ready to enjoy Toyokawa Shoko's music anytime and anywhere.

Toyokawa Shoko raised her hands and clenched them into fists, a gesture often used for piano playing. During the performance, the player's fingers must be kept upright at all times. Her fingers sometimes slammed gently, sometimes heavily, against the folding table. Judging only by her movements, no one would suspect she was playing on a folding table with painted piano keys.

"It sounds nice..." Shirakawa Haru looked at Toyokawa Shoko who was playing attentively, and the sound of gurgling water came from the headphones.

He thought that from the sound of Toyokawa Shoko's piano, it must be spring now, because at this time the snow melted, the sun rose, and the rustling sound of all things growing seemed as if they were telling you that they were growing, and the flowing spring water was proof of the life cycle of all things.

Although the song Xiangzi was playing did not contain the theme of life, it was in the sound of her piano, in her intoxicated and shining eyes, and in her body that trembled in time with the keys on the folding table.

Shoko Toyokawa tried her best to act. She felt that her body was about to transcend material existence and turn into light. Sweat oozed from her body that had just taken a shower. The sweat beads on her forehead fell to the ground along her nose without her will.

"This is Tchaikovsky's 'Barcarolle', this is Chopin's 'Barcarolle', and Dvorak's 'From the New World', and more..."

Shirakawa Haru was sitting opposite her, and Toyokawa Shoko watched him carefully out of the corner of her eye. When Shirakawa Haru noticed her gaze, she would quickly lower her head, as if the person who was secretly looking at him was not herself.

She was becoming increasingly unable to resist Shirakawa Haru's smile.

As Toyokawa Shoko's fingers fell heavily, Shirakawa Haru found that the song playing on her phone also stopped. Toyokawa Shoko had finished her performance.

Baichuan Qing glanced at his phone and saw that it was 3:15 in the morning.

"Is it over?" he asked Shoko Toyokawa.

"Not yet." Toyokawa Shoko told Shirakawa Haru that it was not over yet. She unplugged the headphone cable, took off her and Shirakawa Haru's headphones and said, "This is the last song."

She suddenly loosened her fingers and began to hum a song in a nasal voice that Shirakawa Haru had never heard before.

The melody is as beautiful as a song. In Shirakawa Haru's mind, the undulating melody lines and the progressive layers of ornaments can all be accomplished by Toyokawa Satoshi with her nasal voice and soft humming. He can even hear the triplet accompaniment chords and the 12/8 time signature, and feel that there is a waltz style mixed in it. Every time the theme is repeated, the ornamentation becomes richer, and finally it reaches its climax in the strong and rapid sixteenth notes!

When Toyokawa Shoko stopped humming, Shirakawa Haru saw that her face was turning pale and blue, her lips were bloodless, and her eyes were a little difficult to focus, but her palms were warm.

He confirmed it.

Because when Shoko Toyokawa was about to fall, he walked over and held her hand.