I really don't want to be reborn.

Even if that's not the case, she could at least apply for a job as a waitress, right?

Unfortunately, this requires a "three-second smile"—all front-of-house staff must greet guests with a smile within three seconds of them entering the store…

Don't expect that little black cat to laugh at strangers for no reason; even if it does, it will definitely be a cold laugh.

"Today's special is relatively inexpensive, which bread would you like to choose?"

"Anything is fine."

"toast?"

"Sure... Hey, I want to add lettuce, where's the sauce?"

Kyosuke Kousaka was refilling three empty cups with drinks when the two girls started whispering to each other. Kirino asked calmly, "Ran, did your brother say something to you?"

"Did he say something...? I was just a little worried about Kirino."

"Worried about me?"

The beautiful girl with short black hair rested her chin on her hand: "He said Kirino's emotions haven't been very stable lately, and she cries all the time—is that true?"

"No, no, that's not true!"

Suddenly understanding her brother's intention in inviting her out, Kirino Kousaka was overjoyed and deeply moved, but also somewhat amused and exasperated.

Why am I crying?

It's just because... I'm a little sad and upset.

Being unable to understand my brother's thoughts, not knowing what he's thinking, or what he wants, is a dereliction of duty and a sign of my helplessness as a younger sister.

She was saddened by her own powerlessness.

"I'm just a little sentimental...you could say that, but of course it's not because I've suffered any injustice."

For the first time, the proud Kirino admitted to her friends that she was sentimental, and of course, her brother laughed at her for it.

"Don't do this, my sister. You should go see Meruru instead."

"???"

"You don't associate yourself with the word 'sentimental'; that word is too complicated for you."

She glared at him angrily.

That's just how my older brother is. When I'm unhappy, he'll comfort me and pat my head. When I'm happy, he'll tease and laugh at me. That kind of behavior, just like a primary school boy, is so childish.

Of course, she wouldn't say it, but whether it's a pat on the head or a joke, she would happily accept and enjoy it.

Before Ran went back, Kirino asked her a more crucial and important question.

Does Xiaolan like her brother?

Ran paused for a moment, then smiled sweetly: "Such a good older brother, Kirino, don't you like him?"

Kirino Kousaka was speechless.

She loved it to death.

When they got home, he held his sister's hand and asked her very seriously, "Tell me the truth, you really didn't suffer any injustice?"

"Of course not!"

Kyosuke Kosaka stared intently at her expression, studying it with the seriousness of someone writing a novel: "That's good. If your expression had been even slightly off, I would have told Dad to have our family detective investigate."

Kirino, mimicking Kasumigaoka Utaha, rested her head on his shoulder and said in a soft, crisp voice, "Idiot, really, no."

My heart felt soft and sweet, just like a marshmallow.

But that delightful feeling didn't last long, because her dear, beloved older brother was completely oblivious and actually pushed her head away.

"Walk properly, you little brat who even has to whine when you walk."

"..."

Enraged, Kirino wanted to beat him to death to console her shattered girlish heart: "You stop right there! If I don't beat you to death today, I'll eat green peppers when I get home!"

"Carrots too!"

A few drops of sunlight seeped through the clouds and fell onto the streets in September.

It was covered with drawings of a brother and sister chasing each other.

…………

Today is the first day of Benzhan High School's cultural festival.

"Kyosuke, it's starting today."

“I know, Mom.”

"How's the club publication going? Kirino told me you've been very busy lately, and you've even stayed up late a few days ago."

Kyosuke Kosaka looked energetic and full of vitality, which made Yoshino's mother even happier.

"As for the level of completion... it's about the same as the breakfast you've prepared, although—"

Jia Nai's mother's face darkened: "If you dare say it's bad, you're exempting yourself from lunch today!"

"..."

"Shiyu isn't here, let's see who you'll mooch off!"

Kyosuke was threatened, and then decisively compromised and admitted defeat.

Reluctantly suppressing his sharp tongue, he coughed and said, "That's about enough. We'll finish printing today. If we can sell even a little bit, we can practically say we've accomplished our mission."

Daisuke tapped the table: "Let's eat."

After serving his sister a bowl of soup, Kyosuke suddenly noticed that his father was dressed in formal attire so early in the morning, and was taken aback: "Don't you usually wear a yukata at home?"

Daisuke put down the chopsticks he was about to put in his mouth, his tone unusually enthusiastic: "A colleague of mine is coming to see me from Tokyo today, and we've arranged to have tea together, so I naturally have to dress a bit formally."

"Oh, I see."

Daisuke picked up his chopsticks again, and then heard his son ask, "Male or female?"

"..."

Your mother hasn't asked you anything, so why should you?

Amidst his wife's snickering and his daughter's suspicious gaze, Daisuke muttered, "A man."

"It's a man."

Daisuke didn't touch his chopsticks this time, but instead picked up the bowl of miso soup and was about to take a sip.

"They'll be coming to our house, right?"

Interrupted again!

This always happens in the blink of an eye when eating or drinking soup!

What does it mean to not let him eat breakfast?

Seeing the veins on his father's hand throb, Kyosuke Kosaka calmly said, "Well, I noticed there was a lot of meat in the refrigerator, so I just asked."

"Do you know what it means to just hit it? Or just splash it?"

Daisuke put down his soup bowl, looked at his two children sitting together, and said in a deep voice, "We have guests coming to visit tonight. Be careful when you get home, just don't embarrass me."

The Kosaka siblings both pouted, much to their father's anger.

"Today is the cultural festival, good luck, Old Pigeon!"

For once, Kirino actually gave him a positive buff today, and Kousaka Kyosuke patted his sister's head and said, "Be careful on the road."

Hi hi~

Kyosuke felt even better watching his younger sister run away like a butterfly.

He decided not to go anywhere today.

The Literature Department is just guarding its own little plot of land.

Then, while setting up a stall to sell magazines, she would call Kasumigaoka Utaha and whisper sweet nothings to her.

It's a pity that God didn't want it.

He had only been talking to the girl he liked in the department office for less than half an hour, and before he could even put out the more than one hundred printed copies of the club magazine, the vice president of the student council barged in.

"Boss Gao, something terrible has happened!"

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Boss Gao is a psychopath in "Meteor, Butterfly, Sword"...

Hey perverts, give me your votes! I want more and more!

Chapter Twelve: I really want to play a four-hand piano duet with a girl.

"The Tomb of Kublai? Who just made that suggestion?"

As he and the student council members rushed to the school's light music club, Kyosuke Kousaka overheard the conversation and looked somewhat displeased: "Is it really necessary for high school students to have something like that for their cultural festival?"

If he hadn't heard the vice president mention it, he really wouldn't have remembered what kind of weird stuff would have appeared at Benzhan High School this year.

What should have been a lighthearted and enjoyable cultural festival was marred by someone playing Ravel's waltzes.

However, it seems there has been a temporary change.

The vice president chuckled dryly: "Actually... it's because the people from Fengcheng University Affiliated High School came rather suddenly, so we had to change them at the last minute."

What preparations were made before this?

At the entrance of the Light Music Club, the club president scratched his head: "At first, we were planning to use a clip from 'Spanish Dance' as a makeshift solution..."

Dance music is all bad stuff.

"Top three?"

"Uh, yes."

"Spanish Dances" is Moszkowski's most famous work, consisting of five pieces, of which the first three are the most widely known and are often performed together.

Don't be surprised why Benzhan High School's Light Music Club seems a bit high-class and unexpectedly serious—as mentioned before, one of the two distinctive clubs of this high school is the Tea Ceremony Club, which is famous for being able to invite tea ceremony masters to hold open-air tea banquets.