Crossover: Pen name: Dazai Osamu, Omega Kasumigaoka

The melody seemed to transform into a gentle guardian, softly brushing away the dust from his heart and allowing him to find long-lost peace in tranquility.

As the music gradually faded until it disappeared into the night, Kitahara Makoto's breathing became even and long, and he entered a deep sleep.

As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the gap in the curtains and quietly entered the room, Kitahara Makoto vaguely felt warmth and light.

·····Requesting flowers··········

He slowly opened his eyes, and before him was a hazy golden light, as if the whole world was gently wrapped in a golden veil.

He stretched, feeling his body relax and unwind after a nap, and a satisfied smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

..................

Kitahara Makoto sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then slowly walked to the window.

He reached out and gently pulled back the curtains, instantly filling the entire room with warm sunlight and bright light.

He stood by the window, took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, and felt the coolness and comfort brought by the gentle breeze on his face.

Outside the window, Nanjing's morning was already a vibrant scene, with cars and people bustling about on the streets, everything appearing so full of energy and hope.

Looking at all this, Kitahara Makoto felt exceptionally relaxed.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the freshness and vitality into his chest, injecting energy into the new day that was about to begin.

Chapter 535 It's not you... Doraemon cartoon pajamas

A confident smile graced his face, and his eyes sparkled.

Kitahara Makoto turned away from the window and walked briskly towards the bathroom, beginning her daily washing routine.

He turned on the tap, and clear water gushed out instantly, carrying a hint of coolness that awakened his senses, which were not yet fully awake.

He squeezed out a tube of white toothpaste, gently brushed it onto his toothbrush, and then proceeded to brush his teeth meticulously and attentively. Every movement revealed his "693" attention to detail and refinement in life.

The foam expanded and dissipated in his mouth, bringing a refreshing minty aroma that made him feel much more energetic.

Then, he picked up a towel, soaked it in warm water, and gently wiped his face, washing away the fatigue and dust of the night.

My skin felt exceptionally refreshed after being moisturized by the water, as if every pore was breathing in the fresh morning air.

Kitahara Shin looked up at himself in the mirror, his eyes bright and a satisfied smile on his lips. He knew that he would be in the best condition to face every challenge of the new day.

After washing his face, Kitahara Makoto decided to give himself an even more thorough refreshment—by washing his hair.

He adjusted the water temperature and let the warm water flow gently over his hair, washing away the grease and mess from the night before.

He squeezed out a pump of shampoo, gently lathered it, and then applied it evenly to his scalp, massaging it gently with his fingertips, enjoying this moment of peace and relaxation.

The bubbles shimmered with a delicate luster under the light, as if adding a touch of dreaminess to this ordinary morning.

After rinsing his hair, he picked up a hairdryer and dried it. The fluffy, soft texture made him feel happy.

After getting dressed, Kitahara Makoto stepped out of his room, his steps unconsciously leading him towards Haruko's door. He gently knocked, his voice soft and full of expectation:

"Haruko, you're still not up?"

Haruko's slightly languid yet sweet voice came from inside the door:

"No, I'll open the door in a bit."

This simple conversation contained an unspoken understanding and warmth between the two.

After a while, the door slowly opened, and Haruko appeared in the doorway.

She was clearly still on the verge of falling asleep, her hair slightly disheveled and her face still showing signs of sleepiness, but her bright eyes sparkled with curiosity and surprise.

What's most eye-catching is the Doraemon cartoon pajama set she's wearing, with its blue and white color scheme...

With her signature round figure and cute facial expressions, she looks both playful and adorable.

Kitahara Makoto couldn't help but laugh out loud at Haruko's expression.

He tried to suppress his smile, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, his eyes filled with doting affection and tenderness. He said softly:

"Haruko, you look so cute in these pajamas, it's like you stepped right out of an anime."

Upon hearing this, Haruko's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head shyly, but a sweet smile secretly crept onto her lips. She softly replied:

"Really? Then I'll wear it more often for you to see."

The two smiled at each other, and a warm and sweet atmosphere filled the air.

Kitahara Makoto knew that with Haruka 2.9 by his side, every day would be filled with happiness and laughter.

He reached out and gently ruffled Haruko's hair, saying:

"Go wash up quickly, we'll have breakfast together later."

Haruko nodded, turned and went back to her room, while Kitahara Makoto stood at the door, watching her go, his heart filled with beautiful dreams for the future.

Chapter 536 Insomnia? Then don't sleep.

Kitahara Shin stood at the doorway, the morning light filtering through the gaps in the curtains, dappling his body and giving his tall figure a soft golden edge.

He waited patiently, his eyes occasionally glancing at Haruko's closed door, a faint smile on his lips, his heart filled with anticipation for the morning he would soon spend with his lover.

Soon, the doorknob turned gently, and Haruko finally came into his sight.

She had changed into an elegant dress, the hem swaying gently with her steps, like a flower blooming in early spring, fresh yet graceful.

Her long hair was casually tied into 24 low ponytails, with a few wisps of hair gently falling in front of her forehead, adding to her gentleness and beauty.

Haruko's face was lightly made up, and her eyes sparkled with the unique brightness and clarity of the morning, as if they could see into people's hearts.

"Let's go!"

Haruko's cheerful voice broke the morning's tranquility. She smiled at Kitahara Makoto, her eyes filled with curiosity and excitement for the unknown journey ahead.

Kitahara Shin smiled slightly, his gaze falling tenderly on Haruko, as if the whole world was made more radiant by her.

What would you like for breakfast?

He asked softly, his tone full of doting and care.

Haruko thought for a moment, a sly glint in her eyes.

"Since we're in Nanjing, let's experience some of the city's unique features! I've heard that Nanjing has a wide variety of delicious breakfasts, and I've always wanted to try them."

Upon hearing this, Kitahara Makoto's eyes flashed with a hint of agreement.

"Great idea! Let's go try some authentic Nanjing breakfast. However, I'm not very familiar with this area, so I'll need to find a 'local guide'."

As he spoke, he took out his phone from his pocket, intending to contact their friend Zhaoyang.

I dialed the familiar number, and soon the phone started ringing with a "beep beep beep" waiting tone.

Kitahara Makoto waited patiently, while giving Haruko a reassuring look, signaling her to calm down.

"Hey, Zhaoyang, are you up yet?"

After the call connected, Kitahara Shin asked directly, his voice carrying a hint of the crispness of early morning.

"No, I had insomnia last night and was just about to take a nap."

Zhao Yang's voice sounded tired, clearly not fully recovered from last night's struggle to get a good night's sleep.

"Then don't sleep,"

Kitahara Makoto chuckled softly, his tone carrying an undeniable firmness.

"Get up and take me and Qingzi to experience Nanjing's unique breakfast. This is a rare opportunity!"

Zhao Yang was clearly amused by Kitahara Makoto's words, and sighed helplessly.

"Alright, for the sake of the delicious food, I'll sacrifice some sleep. You guys wait for me at the hotel entrance, I'm coming over now."

"Okay, then we'll wait for you."

Kitahara Shin hung up the phone (number 693), turned to look at Haruko, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Zhaoyang said he's coming right now, let's wait at the door for a while."

Upon hearing this, Haruko's face lit up with excitement. She nodded, took Kitahara Makoto's arm, and the two walked together toward the hotel entrance.

The sunlight cast a long shadow behind them, as if foreshadowing a morning full of laughter and surprises.

In the hotel lobby, Kitahara Makoto and Haruko found a comfortable corner to sit down and quietly waited for Zhaoyang's arrival.

Haruko kept looking around, filled with curiosity about everything around her. Kitahara Makoto, on the other hand, gazed at her tenderly, his eyes full of doting affection and love.

Chapter 537 Did you have a big battle last night?

The two figures appeared exceptionally harmonious and beautiful in the morning light, like a moving painting that made people want to stop and admire them.

Soon, Zhao Yang appeared at the hotel entrance. He was dressed casually, carrying a backpack, and looked sleepy.

But upon seeing Kitahara Makoto and Haruko, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

With Zhaoyang joining them, the atmosphere among the three instantly became lively. Kitahara Makoto's lips curled into a playful smile, and he looked at Zhaoyang with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

He said slowly:

"Hey, Brother Zhaoyang, it seems like the battle against insomnia last night was quite intense. Even the allure of Nanjing's culinary delights almost dragged you out of your nightmare."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang sighed dramatically, spread his hands, and wore a relaxed smile on his face.

"Hey, you don't understand. I'm doing deep thinking and exploring the mysteries of the universe. Unlike you, all you think about is food first thing in the morning."

His words carried a hint of jest, but his eyes gleamed with a cunning glint, as if he were engaged in an invisible contest with Kitahara Makoto.

Haruko sat between the two, amused by the sudden "verbal argument," and giggled. She gently covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes curving into crescent shapes, sparkling with joy.

She would glance at Kitahara Makoto from time to time, then turn to look at Zhaoyang, her eyes filled with appreciation for their friendship and the joy of this relaxed moment.

Seeing Haruko's happy smile, Kitahara Shin and Akio also softened their tone, exchanged a smile, and the tacit understanding and warmth between old friends flowed unconsciously.

"Alright, alright, jokes aside, let's hurry up and set off, lest we keep Nanjing's delicious food waiting."

Zhao Yang broke the joking atmosphere at the right moment, stood up, dusted himself off, as if preparing for the upcoming "food adventure".

The three of them walked out of the hotel together and into the streets of Nanjing in the early morning.

Nanjing in the morning light is a unique blend of ancient and modern.

Along the streets, ancient buildings and modern skyscrapers complement each other, seemingly telling the story of the city's long history and vibrant vitality.

Pedestrians hurry by, and cars flow endlessly, but amidst this hustle and bustle, there is also a sense of composure and tranquility.

Zhao Yang led the two to a car parked by the roadside. He skillfully opened the car door and gestured for Kitahara Mako and Haruko to get in.

The car was clean and tidy, with a fresh atmosphere, as if it had been specially prepared for this trip.

As the vehicle slowly started moving, the three began their journey to find Nanjing's signature breakfast.

As Zhaoyang drove, he talked non-stop about Nanjing's breakfast culture, from duck blood vermicelli soup to xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), from soy milk and fried dough sticks to sweet rice porridge and lotus root.

He knew every dish like the back of his hand, and his words were filled with love and pride for the city.

Kitahara Makoto and Haruko sat in the back seat, listening with great interest, nodding in agreement from time to time, or letting out exclamations of surprise. (Wang Nuohao) Delete.

Qingzi even took out her phone and carefully recorded the name of every dish Zhaoyang mentioned, intending to try them all and not miss any of the delicious food.

Outside the car window, the street scene of Nanjing unfolded like a scroll painting, with antique buildings, lush trees, and pedestrians hurrying by... everything seemed so vivid and real.

Laughter from the three occasionally drifted out of the car, mingling with the city's hustle and bustle to create a warm and harmonious scene.

Chapter 538 Nanjing Flavors: Breakfast Time

As the vehicle slowly drove into an old street full of life, Zhaoyang steadily parked the car in front of the "Nanjing Flavor" restaurant.

The restaurant has a simple and elegant exterior, and the four characters "Nanjing Flavor" on the wooden signboard are powerful and vigorous, as if they can instantly evoke people's endless imagination of the city's cuisine.

After the three of them got out of the car, they were involuntarily drawn in by the enticing aroma wafting from outside the restaurant—a complex and wonderful flavor that blended various ingredients and cooking techniques.

It makes you want to quicken your pace and find out more.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a warm and lively atmosphere greets you. The restaurant's interior decoration is simple yet stylish.

Several ink paintings depicting the scenery of Nanjing hang on the wall, adding a touch of cultural charm. The tables and chairs are arranged in a pleasing, staggered manner.

Each table is set with exquisite tableware and a small bottle of delicate chrysanthemum tea, awaiting the arrival of diners.

Zhaoyang, Kitahara Makoto, and Haruko were warmly led by the waiter to a seat by the window.

Outside the window, the unique scenery of Nanjing's old streets unfolds, with the occasional cries of vendors and the laughter of passersby adding a touch of everyday life to the meal.

The waiter handed over the menu with a smile, his attitude respectful and friendly.