In music anime, band girls won't be alone.

Where are you now? I'm coming to find you!

Shirakawa immediately became curious; he couldn't imagine what could have made the other party so urgent.

"I just got home. Why don't you find a place for us to meet?"

Kita Ikuyo sent a voice message directly.

"I'll come to your house. Send me your address."

Shirakawa sent his address, then went into his room and started washing vegetables and chopping meat to prepare dinner.

He hadn't finished washing the vegetables when the doorbell rang.

Looking through the peephole, Kita Ikuyo, carrying a schoolbag, was standing at the door, panting heavily, her forehead covered in sweat.

Shirakawa Ze opened the door and looked at her with a hint of curiosity.

"What's wrong, Kita?"

The other person grabbed his arms with both hands, their eyes brimming with tears, their voice trembling with sobs.

"Ze-jun, please teach me how to write an activity report, waaaaah..."

Upon hearing that this was the reason, Shirakawa Ze relaxed, smiled, and stepped aside, gesturing towards the room.

"No problem, come in."

Entering the living room, Kita Ikuyo looked around nervously before speaking.

"excuse me."

Shirakawa Sawa was stunned for a moment.

"Kita, who are you talking to? Don't scare me."

Kita Ikuyo blinked her innocent, big eyes.

"Hmm? Is there no one else at Ze-kun's house?"

"Seeing your big house, I thought you lived with your family."

Shirakawa Ze smiled and shook his head.

"I live alone, so I can be as casual as I want."

Kita Ikuyo cheered, sat down on the sofa, took a notebook out of her schoolbag, opened it, and placed it on the table.

"Zejun, this is what I wrote today. I still feel like I have no ideas..."

"This afternoon, our homeroom teacher scolded me and another person in charge, sob sob sob..."

Shirakawa placed a bottle of drink in front of her.

"It's okay, let me take a look at what you wrote first."

After saying that, he picked up the notebook, glanced at it, and thought it looked like gibberish. Then he put the notebook down and looked at the girl.

"Kita, why don't you tell me about the theme and ideas you've decided on?"

Kita Ikuyo organized her thoughts and then began to speak.

"Originally, I proposed karaoke as a business, but later I found it wasn't practical. It would be too noisy and would affect other classes, so I scrapped it."

"Then I came up with a simulated beach, but the budget was too tight."

"The students in the class also came up with various solutions, but none of them reached a consensus..."

Kita Ikuyo looked somewhat dejected.

"I originally thought this kind of thing shouldn't be too difficult, after all, I participated in the school festival in junior high school."

"But in the afternoon, my homeroom teacher told me, 'Zejun, you handed in your business report right after the second period this morning, and it was very complete.' Suddenly, I felt a lack of confidence..."

Shirakawa turned to a new page in his notebook and clapped his hands.

"Alright, Kita, cheer up!"

"I'm not better than you at everything, so why are you suddenly looking so downcast?"

"Give me a pen, and tell me your thoughts, and we'll discuss it together."

Kita Ikuyo nodded, some light returning to her eyes, and took a pen from her bag, handing it to him.

"Ze-kun, my idea is to have a lively school festival event, the kind where everyone can have fun for a long time."

“I conceived of things like karaoke and simulated beaches from this perspective.”

Shirakawa Ze nodded.

"In other words, it's something that can be participated in by multiple people at the same time, and it's more of a leisure and entertainment activity."

Kita Ikuyo immediately nodded vigorously.

"Yeah!"

Shirakawa drew a rectangle in his notebook, looked at it for a while, then drew an "S" shape inside the rectangle. He then looked at Kita Ikuyo.

"What do you think about designing the classroom to resemble a corner of a pedestrian street with a certain vintage feel?"

Kita Ikuyo glanced at the simple diagram in her notebook, tilted her head, and

"Ze-jun, could you explain in more detail?"

Shirakawa Sawa began to explain his ideas.

"My idea is to design the classroom like the pedestrian street I used to stroll around when I was a child, with all kinds of vendors, food, drinks and toys."

"Of course, the classroom is limited in size, so it can't be perfectly replicated."

"Look at this curve I drew, that's the sidewalk, and you can make the sides look like street stalls."

“A curved road will give people a greater sense of depth when they walk in.”

"At that time, the street stalls can be made by piecing together cardboard boxes to resemble small carts, or by using tarpaulins to make tent-like structures."

"As for what the stalls will offer, I've looked around and the classroom should be able to fit six stalls, so we'll divide them into two for drinks, two for snacks, and two for entertainment."

"The specific projects can be decided based on the situation of your class."

"At that time, we can make some of the old pedestrian street signs, hang some small colored lights on the ceiling, and the overall color scheme can be more red and bright."

"If possible, you can use stickers to create a night sky effect, and then replace the small fairy lights with star lights or moonlight-like lights."

"The business theme could be something like 'Old Street Corner,' and the selling point would be an immersive experience and nostalgia."

"When the students come in, there will be food, drinks and games. They can buy what they need and leave, or they can stay and play games. They are very free."

"I remember you're also good at taking photos, Kita. You could organize an event where you can get free photo editing and photos if you spend a certain amount."

That's about all I wanted to say. What do you think?

Kita Ikuyo stared at Shirakawa Sawa in shock, raised her hand to cup his face, and then stared at his nostrils.

"Zejun, I really want to see if your brain is structured differently from mine. How come you can come up with such a good and detailed plan so quickly?!"

Shirakawa Ze smiled and removed her hand.

"Even if you wanted to see the structure of my brain, you shouldn't be looking through my nostrils, right?"

"So, you're saying you agree with my opinion?"

Kita Ikuyo nodded vigorously.

"Your idea is fantastic, Ze-jun! I'll write it based on your suggestion!"

"After you finish writing it, please take a look and see if there are any areas that need improvement!"

After saying that, she took the notebook and pen and began writing the business report.

Shirakawa Sawa stood up.

"Okay, I'll go make dinner now."

"Have you eaten yet?"

Upon hearing the word "dinner," Kita Ikuyo's stomach immediately rumbled. She looked up at the boy in front of her and smiled somewhat shyly.

"Hehehe, I was in such a bad mood just now, I didn't have any appetite..."

Shirakawa Ze nodded.

"Let's eat here then. I'll make two portions."

Kita Ikuyo immediately clapped her hands happily.

"That's great, thank you so much, Ze Jun!"

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Volume 1: Update and Adjustment Notes

My editor talked to me today, saying that my update speed is too fast and that I should reduce my daily update volume to match the timing of the featured slots.

So starting tomorrow, the daily fixed updates will be reduced from four chapters to three chapters, and the extra update rule will be canceled. For the time being, you don't need to feed me paid data (of course, if you want to feed me, I will sincerely thank you).

To be honest, I'm very happy to see so many influential people supporting me every day, and I wish I could give back to them.

Therefore, to thank everyone, I will update ten chapters on the day of release as a reward.

Please understand that I'm a newbie. Life is tough, and this recommendation spot is really important to me!

Volume 1: Chapter 39 You Look Very Happy

After preparing three dishes and a soup, Shirakawa Sawa stood at the restaurant entrance, looking at Kita Ikuyo, who was still writing furiously.

"Kita, would you like to eat first?"