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

Shirakawa put down his chopsticks and looked at her intently, but didn't say anything.

Nagasaki Motoyo was a little confused about what the other person was up to. She blinked, looking puzzled.

"Ze-jun?"

Shirakawa Sawa maintained his serious expression and slowly began to speak.

"If you're willing to pay me every day, I can come and have dinner with you every day."

Nagasaki Suyo laughed.

Saying such nonsense with such a serious expression inexplicably tickled her funny bone.

She knew the other person was deliberately trying to make her happy.

And even if it were true, she wouldn't hire him.

After all, it's obvious to anyone with eyes that the relationship between the other party and Takamatsu is unusual. Since I consider them friends, I naturally wouldn't do such a thing.

Nagasaki Motoyo looked at Shirakawa Sawa with gratitude in her eyes.

"Thank you, Ze-jun."

Then the two continued eating.

After the meal, Shirakawa Sawa left.

Looking at the large room where she was now alone, Nagasaki Motoyo sighed softly and sat down on the sofa.

Recalling everything that had happened today, a smile returned to her lips, and she felt a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.

"Ze Jun is truly an amazing person..."

"Unconsciously, I showed him my weakness..."

Volume 1: Chapter 47 Some are happy, some are sad

After sitting on the sofa for a while, Nagasaki Motoyo got up to take a shower.

Unlike usual, after taking off her clothes today, she looked at herself in the mirror.

This is a beautiful body that can rival her peers and most adults, with graceful curves and smooth, firm skin. Even though she doesn't care much about this aspect, she can't help but feel a little proud inside.

After watching for a while, she looked away and filled the bathtub with water.

For once, she suddenly wanted to try putting flower petals in the water, so she went out of the bathroom and rummaged through the closet in the dressing room and found a box of unopened rose petals.

This product was sent by a company my mother used to work with, but she has never used it.

She opened the package, inside was a square wooden box filled with rose petals that had undergone multiple processing steps.

She carried the box to the bathroom, put some in the bathtub, and watched them slowly soak in the water and become soft.

Nagasaki Motoyo's gaze was gentle, and a faint smile played on her lips.

She reached out to test the water temperature; it was just right. So she lifted her leg and stepped into the bathtub, slowly sitting down.

Enveloped in hot water, every cell in her body felt relaxed, and combined with her pleasant mood, Nagasaki Motoyo unconsciously let out a soft hum.

Unlike the relaxed and carefree Nagasaki Motoyo, a certain girl sitting in a Land Rover was exhausted and depressed.

She had just returned from England, but her face did not show the joy of an overseas Chinese returning home; in fact, her eyes and brows were filled with sorrow.

The father, who was driving, glanced at the girl's expression in the rearview mirror, then spoke in a light tone.

"Aine, have you decided which school you want to go to?"

"How about the Moon Forest? I remember you told me you wanted to go there when you were in junior high."

The girl called Aine shook her head.

“I have some junior high school classmates there, and I don’t want to go.”

A flicker of realization crossed the father's eyes, and he continued to ask,

"What about Hanasakikawa?"

"The atmosphere there is more relaxed, which is good for adjusting your mindset."

Ai Yin continued to shake her head.

“I have many classmates there, and I want to go to a high school that places more emphasis on college entrance exams.”

The girl recalled the posts her junior high classmates had made, and then spoke.

“Let’s go to Xiuhua, Dad.”

She had never seen any of her junior high school classmates post any updates about Xiuhua High School.

The father nodded.

"Tomorrow is Friday, which isn't a good time to start school, so let's have someone arrange things for you tomorrow, and you can register next Monday."

"Take a good rest these few days. Let us know if you need anything prepared."

Ai Yin nodded, then continued looking out the window without saying anything more.

……

After a night of joy and sorrow, comes a day of joy and sorrow.

After the second period in the morning, Shirakawa handed the menu, price list, and decoration plan to the homeroom teacher.

After leaving the office, the other homeroom teachers all cast curious glances at him.

One of the homeroom teachers asked with a hint of curiosity,

"I'd like to ask, what's the current situation in your class?"

The homeroom teacher of Class A glanced through the materials handed to him by Shirakawa Ze, looked around, and then slowly began to speak.

"Nothing much, they just handed over the menu, price list, and renovation plan."

The other homeroom teachers looked on with suspicion.

"If it's just what you've said, then it should only take a few pages to write, right?"

"Then why do you have more than a dozen pages in your hand?"

The homeroom teacher of Class A stood up, put his hands behind his back, slowly turned around to face away from the others, and gave off an air of loneliness and superiority.

"That's indeed the case, but in more detail."

"They tried out the dishes at Shirakawa's house yesterday, made the finished products of each dish on the menu, took photos and printed them out."

"The renovation plan clearly outlines what items are needed, whether they should be rented or purchased, how they should be placed, and how the layout should be arranged."

He picked up the report, glanced around the office again, taking in the envious and jealous expressions of the other homeroom teachers, then turned and walked towards the door.

"I'm going to take this report to the principal for review now. Wait for me to come back, friends."

Under the piercing gazes of the other homeroom teachers, the homeroom teacher of Class A walked out of the office with the report.

After he left, a homeroom teacher, her face flushed with suppressed anger, decided to vent her frustration in a low voice and muttered something under her breath.

"You really should call Shirakawa 'Dad'..."

The homeroom teacher of Class A arrived at the principal's office and was about to knock when she heard the principal talking to someone inside. So she stopped and waited outside the door.

After a while, the door to the principal's office opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit and tie came out. He nodded politely to the homeroom teacher of Class A.

After the man left, the homeroom teacher of Class A knocked on the door.

The principal looked up, glanced at him, and nodded, gesturing for him to come in.

After entering, the homeroom teacher handed in the report.

"Principal, this is our class's menu with photos of the finished product, pricing, and a detailed renovation plan. Please take a look."

The principal nodded, took the report, glanced at it, then slowly put it down and looked up at the homeroom teacher.

"Your class's leader... is really impressive."

"It seems like you, as the homeroom teacher, didn't have to worry about anything the whole time, did you?"

“I see some homeroom teachers are overwhelmed with work every day, but you seem so relaxed…”

The homeroom teacher chuckled and readily admitted it.

"Shirakawa is indeed hardworking and responsible, and compared to other homeroom teachers, I do have less to worry about."

The principal nodded.

"Looks like I'll have to find you something to do."

"There's something I need you to arrange right now."

The homeroom teacher immediately stood at attention, his face serious.

"Please give me your orders!"

The principal handed over a folder.

"Right now, all the other homeroom teachers are extremely busy, so let's assign this student to your class."

"You should take care of her enrollment file and procedures, as well as school badges and uniforms, today. After I meet with her next Monday, you can take her to her class to register."

The homeroom teacher responded, took the folder with both hands, opened it and glanced at it. The attached photo was of a cute girl with long pink hair.

His gaze fell on the name field, and he silently memorized the name.

"Chihaya Aine..."

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Volume 1: Chapter 48 Takamatsu felt something was off.