Crossover: Pen name: Dazai Osamu, Omega Kasumigaoka

"Indeed, Robben's concert is a rare and spectacular event, we need to be in top form to enjoy it..."

"Moreover, while drinking can be enjoyable, moderation is key, especially in situations where sobriety is required."

Haruko smiled gently beside her, swirling her juice glass softly as she expressed her support for Kitahara Makoto's decision.

"Drinking beverages is also good; they can quench your thirst without harming your health and help you maintain a good state of mind."

"Moreover, while alcohol may provide temporary relaxation, in the long run, beverages are better for your health."

Her words were full of care and consideration, making the atmosphere in the private room even warmer. Zhaoyang smiled and echoed:

"Haruko is right. Let's have a healthy eating night tonight and be in top form for tomorrow's concert."

So the three of them raised their glasses and clinked them together. Although the glasses contained juice rather than wine, their appreciation for friendship and love for life remained undiminished.

They ate and chatted, enjoying the pleasure of the food while also looking forward to the upcoming musical feast.

On this night filled with laughter and joy.

Chapter 531 Let's take a tour of Nanjing's night view

As each dish was served, the three not only satisfied their taste buds but also exchanged their unique insights on each dish.

Zhaoyang picked up a piece of crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside roast duck and praised it highly:

"The skin of this roast duck is crispy and the meat is tender; paired with the special sauce, it's an absolute perfect match!"

Kitahara Masanori was particularly fond of the seafood platter. After carefully tasting it, he said:

"The freshness of the seafood is truly impeccable. Each type of seafood retains the purest 24-hour ocean flavor, making you feel as if you are at the seaside."

Haruko, on the other hand, had a particular fondness for desserts. She savored the delicate cake in small bites, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

"This cake has just the right amount of sweetness, a delicate texture, and is not cloying at all; it is truly a masterpiece among desserts."

After tasting and discussing the food, the three of them finally put down their chopsticks, completely satisfied.

The restaurant's soft lighting reflected on their satisfied smiles, creating a particularly warm atmosphere. They then rose together, slowly leaving the private room and entering the restaurant's corridor.

Zhaoyang walked ahead to the front desk to pay the bill, while Kitahara Mako and Haruko stood side by side at the restaurant entrance, quietly admiring the night view of Nanjing.

The brightly lit streets outside, bustling with traffic, contrasted sharply with the tranquility inside the restaurant.

As they gazed upon the city's prosperity and beauty, their hearts were filled with love and longing for life.

A short while later, Zhaoyang finished paying the bill and quickly walked over to the two of them.

The three exchanged a smile; no words were needed, for the tacit understanding and friendship were already deeply imprinted in each other's hearts.

The three walked out of the restaurant. It was late at night, but the lights of Nanjing were still dazzling.

Zhao Yang walked confidently to his car, opened the door, and first held onto the roof with one hand while politely gesturing to Kitahara Mako and Haruko with the other:

"Get in the car, I'll take you to experience Nanjing at night."

Kitahara Shin smiled and nodded, then walked to the passenger seat first. He gently opened the car door, bent down, and sat inside.

He didn't forget to turn back and give Haruko a tender look, as if to say:

"Come up quickly."

Seeing this, Haruko's face beamed with happiness. She gracefully walked around the front of the car to the back door and elegantly got into the car.

Zhao Yang walked around to the driver's seat, quietly closed the door, then sat in the driver's seat, adjusted the seat and rearview mirror to make sure everything was ready.

He started the car and slowly drove out of the restaurant's parking lot, disappearing into the Nanjing night.

Soft music played inside the car, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle outside.

Zhaoyang focused on driving, occasionally glancing through the rearview mirror at Haruko in the back seat and Kitahara Makoto in the passenger seat.

They were either looking down at their phones or gazing out the window, their faces filled with curiosity and anticipation for the city.

The scenery outside the window unfolds like a scroll painting, where the ancient charm of Nanjing and the prosperity of the modern metropolis complement each other.

They passed by the brightly lit Confucius Temple, where people were bustling and lively; then they crossed the tranquil Qinhuai River.

The river shimmered under the moonlight, looking exceptionally enchanting.

Zhao Yang would occasionally slow down the car so that the two could better appreciate Nanjing at night.

Inside the car, the three remained silent, but their tacit understanding and warmth flowed along with the scenery outside the window, making this night exceptionally unforgettable.

Chapter 532 Don't be late tomorrow!

As night fell as dark as ink, Nanjing donned a dazzling gown, where the ancient and the modern intertwined under the neon lights, creating breathtaking scenes.

Zhaoyang, Kitahara Makoto, and Haruko strolled for a long time in the night, where light and shadow intertwined, as if they had traveled through time.

From the bustling banks of the Qinhuai River to the solemn Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, every place bears the imprint of their laughter and joy.

At this moment, they stood in front of a high-end hotel located in the heart of the city, with a modern and minimalist exterior.

The enormous glass curtain wall reflects the city lights, like a dazzling pearl set in the night.

Zhao Yang gently pressed the car key, and the headlights flashed. It was a black sedan with sleek lines, understated yet luxurious, which slowly pulled up in front of the hotel.

He went around to the back of the car and opened the door for Kitahara Mako and Haruko, a warm smile on his face and his eyes shining with care for his friends.

"It was a wonderful evening. Thank you for your company. It gave me a deeper understanding of the night in Nanjing."

Zhao Yang's voice was gentle yet strong, tinged with a hint of reluctance.

Kitahara Makoto was the first to get off the bus. He was a tall and refined young man with a satisfied smile on his face, seemingly still immersed in the fun he had just had.

"Yes, Nanjing's nights are indeed enchanting, every corner is full of stories."

As he spoke, he straightened his clothes, his eyes revealing a deep affection for the city.

Haruko followed closely behind. She was a gentle and charming woman with her long hair loosely tied up and light makeup on her face, which made her look even more beautiful in the night.

She gently tugged at Zhaoyang's sleeve, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Zhaoyang, you can't be late picking us up tomorrow. I don't want to miss any of the highlights of Robben's concert."

Haruko's voice was soft yet carried an undeniable firmness. A faint smile played on her lips, a smile as warm and bright as a ray of sunshine in spring.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang smiled, his eyes filled with doting affection and promise.

"Don't worry, Haruko, I promise I'll be there for you first thing tomorrow morning and I promise you won't miss anything exciting."

His words carried an undeniable firmness, as if reassuring his two friends.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, bringing a touch of coolness and seemingly dispelling their weariness.

Kitahara patted Zhaoyang on the shoulder, a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"Alright, Zhaoyang, stop standing here and go back to sleep. I don't want to fall asleep at Robben's concert tomorrow, that would be such a waste."

As he spoke, he took the lead and walked towards the hotel entrance, his steps light and quick.

Haruko laughed along and waved to Zhaoyang.

"Well then we'll go up first. Zhaoyang, you should get some rest too. See you tomorrow."

Her voice was filled with anticipation and reluctance, as if she couldn't wait to welcome the new day.

Zhao Yang stood there, watching the two figures gradually disappear behind the hotel gate, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

(Wang Nuohao) He turned and walked to his car, silently making a promise in his heart that he would be in the best possible spirits tomorrow to accompany his friends through an unforgettable concert night.

As Zhaoyang's car slowly drove away, the hotel entrance returned to calm, with only the dazzling lights still twinkling, witnessing the warmth and beauty of this night.

In a corner of the city, the friendship between the three deepened that night, laying the most splendid foundation for the new day to come.

Chapter 533 Even a beautiful day can have some trouble.

As Zhaoyang's taillights gradually blended into the night, they eventually disappeared at the end of the street, leaving Kitahara Makoto and Haruko standing side by side in the hotel lobby, preparing to take the elevator to their respective rooms.

Inside the lobby, soft lighting illuminates every corner, creating a warm and tranquil atmosphere.

The two exchanged a smile, needing no further words; their tacit understanding and friendship were already deeply etched in their hearts.

With a soft "ding," the elevator doors slowly opened, and they stepped inside, pressing their respective floor buttons.

Inside the elevator, the mirror-like walls reflected their slightly tired yet still radiant faces. Haruko said softly:

"Tonight was truly tiring yet enjoyable, 693. How about you, Kitahara?"

Kitahara Makoto smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling with reminiscence of the night's events.

"Indeed, Nanjing's nights are more enchanting than I imagined. Those ancient streets and alleys, those modern buildings,"

"And those warm smiles made me feel the unique charm of this city."

The elevator reached the floor, the doors opened again, and after saying goodbye, Kitahara Makoto went into his room.

The room is spacious and bright, with a simple yet elegant decor that exudes a warm atmosphere.

He gently closed the door, took off his coat, and carefully hung it up, as if handling a precious work of art.

Then, Kitahara Makoto walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the center of the room and gently pulled back the curtains.

The Nanjing outside the window is a scene of twinkling lights, towering buildings, and flashing neon signs, resembling a flowing painting, so beautiful it's breathtaking.

He stood there, his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the bustling night scene, as if he could see through the river of time and witness the city's millennia of vicissitudes and changes.

"Nanjing is truly prosperous," Kitahara Shin murmured, a strange sense of awe welling up inside him.

This city possesses both a rich history and modern vitality, the two intertwined to create its unique charm.

After a moment of reflection, Kitahara Makoto turned and headed to the bathroom, ready to wash away the day's fatigue.

Hot water poured down from the showerhead, warm and comforting. He closed his eyes, letting the water wash over every corner of his body, as if all his worries were carried away by the water.

After taking a shower, Kitahara Makoto changed into comfortable pajamas and stepped out of the bathroom.

He went to the bedside, lay down gently, and sank into the soft mattress, a sense of drowsiness creeping in.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and enjoy the rare tranquility, his phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, breaking the silence of the room.

He reached for his phone, glanced at the screen—it was a familiar number. He pressed the answer button, and a slightly anxious voice came from the other end:

"Kitahara, it's me, Oda. It's an emergency, we need you back immediately to handle it."

Kitahara Makoto frowned slightly, his weariness instantly replaced by seriousness.

"Xiaotian, what's going on? Didn't we agree to go back tomorrow?"

"Here's the thing, Kitahara, I just received a call saying there are some problems with the project, and they need your professional advice. I know this is sudden, but there's really no other way..."

Xiaotian's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

Kitahara Makoto was silent for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. He knew this project was extremely important to him, and the team needed his support right now. So, he took a deep breath and made a decision, "Okay, Oda, I'll book the tickets right away. We'll be back first thing the day after tomorrow."

Chapter 534 Boring and Peaceful

After hanging up the phone, Kitahara Makoto did not immediately immerse himself in the busy schedule planning, but instead chose a more relaxing way to calm down.

He walked to a corner of the room, where an exquisite stereo system stood, seemingly a haven for his soul.

With a gentle press of the play button, the melodious music instantly filled the entire room.

Those were a few pieces of light music that he had carefully selected. The melodies were gentle and profound, like the softest starlight in the night sky, gently brushing against the heart.

The first piece was a piano solo, each note like the brightest star in the night sky, guiding him through the noise and back to inner peace.

As the melody rises and falls, Kitahara Makoto seems to be under an endless starry sky, and all his worries and pressures gradually dissipate with the drifting notes.

He closed his eyes, letting the tranquility permeate every cell, and his weary body and mind experienced unprecedented relaxation.

The music then transitioned to a track incorporating natural sound effects, such as the sound of waves lapping against the beach and birdsong from the distant mountains.

The occasional sound of wind chimes created vivid scenes, making him feel as if he were in the embrace of nature.

This tranquility and harmony made him forget the challenges he was about to face, and he only wanted to immerse himself in this beauty.

Worried that the concert would disturb his rest, Kitahara Makoto specially set an automatic shut-off function, setting it to automatically stop playing after half an hour.

He returned to the bedside and gently pressed the switch on the bedside lamp, instantly turning off the soft light.

The entire room was shrouded in darkness, with only the faint light occasionally filtering in from the window and the lingering music in the background.

He slowly lay down, his body enveloped by the soft mattress, the music fading into his ears, and a sense of unprecedented peace and tranquility filling his heart.

On this peaceful night, Kitahara Makoto finally let go of all his thoughts and allowed himself to completely immerse himself in sleep.

Accompanied by soft music, Kitahara Makoto gradually drifted off to sleep.