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"Midnight Song..." she said weakly, "That's the name of the song."

"Xiangzi, what are you saying? I can't hear you clearly..." Shirakawa Haru frowned. In fact, he heard what Xiangzi Toyokawa said, but he just wanted to bully her now.

"I say—this song is called 'Midnight Song'! This is the song I gave you!"

Toyokawa Shoko yelled loudly into Shirakawa Haru's ear.

Shirakawa Haru heard it clearly this time.

He felt like he was going deaf.

Chapter 4300: Passing Notes is a Must-Have Skill for Students ()

As soon as the sky was getting light, Shirakawa Haru sat up from the tatami.

Yesterday, he and Shoko Toyokawa were partying until around four in the morning before going to bed. They listened to music with headphones, drank wine and ate oden together.

Xiang played the piano for him and sang her original songs in a nasal voice, and he, as the best listener, always listened to her heart.

Baichuan Qing took out his cell phone and saw that it was already past nine in the morning.

He walked carefully through the aisle filled with bamboo sticks, paper boxes and cans, and leaned against the window to look out.

It was still a miserable and rainy day outside, with dark clouds so thick that I didn't know how to describe them. Their color looked like blocks of lead. It was clearly past nine in the morning, but outside it looked like the sun had just risen.

Toyokawa Shoko lay on the small single bed, one strap of her sundress slipping down from her shoulder, exposing her snow-white chest. The dazzling whiteness was like sunlight on the snow, which made it impossible to look directly at it for long. Shirakawa Haru looked away, but from the glimpse he had just taken, he could see that Toyokawa Shoko's current sleeping posture was not good. The stuffed bear he won from the balloon game took up a large area of the single bed, so she couldn't sleep on her back. She could only lie on her side in a corner of the single bed. Perhaps because they had played very wildly last night, her hands and feet were restless, either straddling the stuffed bear or sticking out of the quilt.

The original Sleeping Beauty's temperament was completely destroyed by her. At this time, the room was still lingering with the smell of beer, fried noodles, oden and other snacks. In addition, Shirakawa Haru, who had just gotten up from the tatami and was not fully awake yet, looked like a middle-aged couple who were frustrated in life.

Perhaps it was because Shoko Toyokawa herself was a person who was a little insecure. Even though Shirakawa Haru had already walked lightly in the room, she still heard the slight sound and then woke up slowly from her sleep.

"President...what time is it now?" Toyokawa Shoko whispered. Judging from her tone, she was obviously not fully awake yet. "It's still so dark outside. Why don't we sleep a little longer..."

"It's already past nine in the morning," Shirakawa Haru turned on the indoor lighting and opened the window, "Today is Monday."

"Monday... Monday? Monday!"

When Toyokawa Shoko heard this word, she immediately jumped up from the bed like a wound-up mechanical toy, but she obviously forgot that there was someone else in the room besides her. By the time she realized that Shirakawa Haru was also in the room, it was too late.

The pure white hem of her slip dress unfolded like a lotus emerging from the water, revealing two long, straight thighs. One side of the slip dress was almost falling off, and her long blue hair spread out dreamily under the light. The graceful curve of her foot sank deeply into the mattress, and in the blink of an eye, Toyokawa Satoko fell back onto the bed, but her heart had not yet settled, still floating in the air. She wondered if Shirakawa Haru, staring at her intently, had seen something she should or shouldn't have seen. If he had seen something, what would she do? Should she slap him or scream first? If not, should she just pretend nothing happened? It was strange. Her heart was beating so fast. Was it because she woke up from a late night and got a shock? Was it better if Shirakawa Haru had seen it or not? She had no idea at the moment.

"Xiangzi, I think you'd better go wash your face first." Shirakawa Haru looked at Toyokawa Xiangzi and felt that what she was thinking was definitely not normal. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything. Remember to tidy up your appearance."

As soon as Toyokawa Shoko stood up, he turned his back and closed his eyes. He didn't open his eyes and turned back until she fell back onto the bed.

He really didn't see anything.

Shirakawa Haru asked Toyokawa Shoko to go to the bathroom to wash up first, while she cleaned up the garbage on the floor in the bedroom.

He told Shoko Toyokawa that she had better take a shower, or at least wash her hair, otherwise he could smell the alcohol on her as soon as he got close to her, and the barbecue and seasoning smell on her hair was especially strong.

Of course he does too, so he will wash his hair later.

In fact, Shirakawa Haru was mainly afraid that Yuki would ask her what she did last night at school. If she didn't wash off the smell on her body, she would definitely be able to smell it given the sensitivity of her nose.

Last night, Yuki sent a message asking him what he was doing. Shirakawa Haru told Yuki that he was carrying out the task assigned to him by the chairman. When he came back, it was not only raining heavily, but he also couldn't get a taxi, so he had no choice but to stay outside for one night.

Shirakawa Haru thought to himself that he really did not deceive Yuki, he just omitted some content, such as he asked her to go out with him in order to build a good relationship with Toyokawa Shoko, and even slept at her house at night.

He seemed very natural in facing Yuki's questioning.

During the conversation, Shirakawa Haru omitted a lot of key or unimportant content. Yuki tacitly assumed that he slept in a hotel near a local school in Tokyo at night and did not continue to delve into the issue of her brother not returning home at night.

Shirakawa Haru didn't intend to hide the truth about Yuki being out there. After all, if Yuki knew that he slept at another girl's house at night, she would definitely make a fuss.

He himself knew that he should not have agreed to Toyokawa Shoko's request to sleep at her house that night.

Things are done, and there is no regret. Sometimes people are prone to doing things on a whim, and Shirakawa Haru is also a human being, so he is no exception.

The expression on Toyokawa Shoko's face at that moment was fragile and brittle, like some kind of work of art that should not exist in reality. He was afraid that a single breath or a light rejection from him would shatter her to pieces.

When he saw Shoko Toyokawa like this, he felt that he should stay.

As for whether this was right or wrong, just like Shoko Toyokawa apologizing to herself, there is no such thing as right or wrong in this world. Many people always say afterward that they should have known better, or that they should have avoided such and such, but these are just hindsight.

People make decisions at a certain moment, and only the person who makes the decision at that moment is qualified to evaluate the choice he or she has made.

The person I was then was not the person I am now.

Now, Shirakawa Haru is not qualified to judge whether he should stay in Toyokawa Shoko's house, but when he made the decision at that moment, he definitely thought it was the right choice.

In fact, this is exactly the case.

If not for this, he would never have established a good relationship with Toyokawa Shoko so quickly. In the past, she was unwilling to reveal her address to him, but just last night, she even directly invited him to stay overnight at her house.

So it was natural for the two of them to play together, with Toyokawa playing the piano as the performer and him listening attentively. He knew that Toyokawa wanted to continue playing the piano. Whether in the past, present or future, she would play the piano, and she wanted to play the piano for the rest of her life.

There was a sound of dripping water coming from the bathroom, like the rain outside the window. Soon, Toyokawa Shoko came out. She was already wearing Hinomori's school uniform, but her hair was still half dry. It was obvious that the hair dryer could not dry her long hair in a short time.

Shirakawa Haru also went in to wash up, and his change of clothes was still the same set he got from the convenience store.

After he came out of the bathroom, he asked Toyokawa Shoko to smell his body and make sure that he was no longer lingering with that mixed smell before going out with her.

When Shirakawa Haru and Toyokawa Shoko went out, it was drizzling and windy outside. Of course, this drizzle and wind was in contrast to the violent storm last night. The two of them walked on the road holding a big umbrella together.

"Ms. Toyokawa, so you have a boyfriend?" Walking towards them was a convenience store clerk. She'd seen Shirakawa Haru before, and seeing them sharing an umbrella on such a rainy day, she thought, "Aren't they a couple?" Although Ms. Toyokawa always bought discounted bento, her vision and temperament weren't something you'd expect from an ordinary family. Even a phoenix with feathers falling off its back wouldn't catch her eye.

"Not a boyfriend! We're just friends." When Shoko Toyokawa heard the convenience store clerk call her, she immediately felt extremely embarrassed. At this stage, in order to prevent Shirakawa Haru from thinking too much, she could only refute immediately.

She looked at Shirakawa Haru's expression.

Shirakawa Haru had no expression, which made her a little disappointed.

In fact, she also wanted to openly tell the convenience store clerk, "This is my boyfriend. Don't you think he's handsome? Do you think he's a good match for me? Let me tell you his 9,999 strengths and one weakness. All his strengths are that he cares about me and takes care of me. His weakness is that he has no weaknesses."

Probably all girls like to declare the sovereignty of their property to others in this roundabout way.

But there's only one problem with that answer.

That's your boyfriend. Does he know that he is your boyfriend?

"Oh, I misunderstood. I'm so sorry!" The convenience store clerk smiled and apologized, but she was thinking, "You're kidding!" Given her reputation as a romance guru in Tokyo's K-area, it was obvious to her that Ms. Toyokawa was head over heels for the boy beside her! She apologized and quickly ran off.

On the way, Shirakawa Haru took a taxi and the two of them arrived at school quickly. On the way, Shirakawa Haru sent a message to the chairman, asking him to explain the situation of herself and Toyokawa Shoko's homeroom teacher to avoid being recorded as late.

He knew that Shoko Toyokawa had been working hard to get awards and scholarships.

Hinomori is generally not strict in selecting scholarships, but Toyokawa Shoko wants to get the highest level, which is a different matter. Not to mention causing trouble by making small mistakes, even being late or leaving early is not allowed.

The two said goodbye in front of their respective classroom doors. As soon as Shirakawa Haru entered the classroom, he found that everyone was looking at him. The teacher at the podium coughed and said that Shirakawa Haru was late because of something. There was nothing to see, so he should quickly look at the blackboard.

Then the students were asked to go to the podium to talk about the questions and recite the text.

This trick always works for students below the university level. As soon as the teacher starts asking people to go to the podium to solve a problem, the chaotic situation below the stage, which was like a vegetable market, disappears immediately. It is like the God of Hell calling out names, and whoever is called will die.

"Qingjun, why are you late today? Did something happen? I didn't see you when I came to the classroom this morning, and I was worried."

Shirakawa Haru didn't bring his textbook, so he could only use the extracurricular reading materials in the drawer to cope with the boring class time. Just as he was flipping through the books and started reading, Takamatsu Deng in front of him suddenly turned around, put a note on his desk and turned back.

He opened the crumpled piece of paper, which was covered with several lines of beautiful handwriting.

This is what Gao Songdeng wanted to say to him.

"Deng, you're the type who passes notes in class. I thought you were a model student, but you're also known for your little tricks in class."

Shirakawa Haru looked at the lamp in front of the seat, which looked like she wanted to look back but didn't dare to, and couldn't help but think that she was really cute, so she picked up a pen, wrote a few words quickly on the piece of paper, folded it several times, and handed it back.

"Yesterday, I went out on an errand as instructed by the chairman. It was raining heavily on my way back and I couldn't get a taxi, so I rested outside all night. This morning, I woke up late and didn't get to school on time. Technically, I'm late. Deng, please don't tell anyone else about this. I only told my friends about it."

Takamatsu Deng sat upright, but one of her hands was behind her back, groping around on Shirakawa Haru's desk. She touched pens, tissues, book pages, and everything else, but she couldn't find the folded piece of paper.

Shirakawa Haru gently tapped her back, and Takamatsu Deng immediately straightened her back as if she had been electrocuted, and then slowly relaxed and found the piece of paper under Shirakawa Haru's guidance.

She took the paper back and began writing furiously.

A ball of paper suddenly flew over from Shirakawa Haru's right and landed right between his legs. He followed the parabola of the paper ball and found Goto Ichiri lying on the table looking at him.

Her hair hung down, covering most of her face, leaving only a pair of charming almond-shaped eyes exposed.

The only flaw is the big dark circles under her eyes.

It's obvious that Goto Ichiri didn't get a good rest at the weekend.

"Shirakawa-kun, why were you late this morning? If it's convenient, can you tell me? If you don't want to tell me, I'll just pretend I didn't see it. If it bothers you, I'll apologize after class, so don't be angry..."

Baichuan Qing picked up the paper ball, opened it and stroked it slowly.

He carefully looked at Goto Ichiri's handwriting on the note and found that her answer was really in her own style.

First express your own thoughts, then continue to deny yourself, and finally leave yourself a way to apologize.

"The reason I'm late is simply because it rained heavily last night. It's nothing serious." Shirakawa Haru wrote on a ball of paper. "Thank you for your concern, Goto-san. But while you're caring for others, you should also take care of yourself. You have dark circles under your eyes, so remember to get enough rest."

Shirakawa Haru swung the tip of his pen and drew two cute cartoon characters with just a few strokes. These were the images of himself and Goto Ichiri.

The cartoon character is expressing his gratitude to Ichiri Goto for his concern. He also drew many elements of "Guitar Hero", "CD Player" and "Band Logo" around the character.

He knew that Goto Ichiri was quite autistic, and a simple conversation might seem a bit monotonous on paper, but if he could draw some decorations, perhaps it would be easier for him and Goto Ichiri to continue the conversation.

He wanted to give Goto Ichiri more courage and make her less introverted.

After throwing the paper ball back to Goto Ichiri, before Shirakawa Haru could close the pen cap, Goto Ichiri immediately threw the note back to him.

"The Hinodemori Academy Festival is coming up soon. Do you have any plans for that day?"

Chapter 4200 The Beginning of the Greatest Chaos in History ()

Goto Ichiri asked Shirakawa Haru if he had any plans for the academy festival.

Baichuan Qing thought about it and found that apart from completing the babysitting task assigned to him by the chairman that day, he seemed to have nothing else to do.

This school festival was completely organized by the students themselves. Although the principal believed in the abilities of the students of Hinomori, he was also afraid that extraordinary troubles would arise somewhere.

His schedule that day was basically just to walk around the college a few times, volunteer for free, and give directions to outsiders who were not familiar with Hinodemori College.

Hinomori Academy is a very famous academy in Tokyo. Its annual academy festival is very lively. Influenced by the generous personal style of the chairman, Hinomori Academy has sufficient funds for holding the academy festival, and students can often organize the events very beautifully.

Many people from outside the school come to the Hinode Forest Academy Festival, where not only handsome men sweat it out on the courts celebrating their youth, but also beautiful women with slim waists and long legs. According to outsiders, the Hinode Forest Academy Festival is a day to see the beautiful men and women.

In addition, some famous colleges next door will also come to participate in the reunion. Hanasakigawa and Tsuki-no-mori never miss out. When Hinomori revises its school history, these two colleges will at least be able to gain the status of honorary alumni.

"I don't know if I'm free that day, but there shouldn't be anything to do." Shirakawa Haru wrote something on a piece of paper and threw it to Goto Ichiri.

"Ah... then could you... I mean, if, if you happen to be free that day, could you walk with me around the school?"

Goto Ichiri's crooked handwriting is in sharp contrast to Takamatsu Touma's, but if you look carefully at the context of the words, you can find that her handwriting is not ugly, but just a little lacking in confidence, just like holding the brush in calligraphy and hesitating to start.

"If I don't have anything to do at that time, Goto-kun, if you call me, I will definitely come." Shirakawa Haru wrote on the note.

"If Shirakawa-san finds it troublesome, it's fine if you don't come. I'm actually fine. It's just that I've been in junior high school for several years, but I still don't fully recognize the buildings and roads in Hinomori. I feel a little useless."

Shirakawa Haru looked up at Goto Ichiri and found that she had buried her head completely in the desk, with even her eyes not showing, which made it a little difficult for him to guess what she was thinking.

But judging from the text, Goto Ichiri must be in a very low mood right now.

"Don't keep thinking like that, or Goto-kun will eventually destroy himself. If I'm not free on the day of the school festival, let's pick another day. It has to be sunny and bright."

Shirakawa Haru wrote a long and eloquent paragraph, because only in this way could he make Goto Ichiri feel the importance of her invitation. Some people use painting to express their feelings, others use music to express their affection, and of course photography is also a good means, but for Shirakawa Haru and Goto Ichiri, words can carry far more than these other means.

"You decide the time. Mornings are fine, because the breakfast sold at Hinomori Academy is delicious. Lunch is also fine, because the black swans in the artificial lake in front of the library come out to play in the water at noon, and we can feed them together. Evenings would be even better. Goto-kun, you go home early every day, so you've definitely never seen Hinomori at night."

Goto Ichiri felt anticipation as he watched Shirakawa Haru write that long, poetic passage.

She closed her eyes and lay there, waiting for Shirakawa Haru to throw the paper ball, but this time the wait was particularly long, making her feel a little upset and subconsciously shaking her legs. Her movements made ripples in the trousers of Hinomori's school uniform, but the paper ball still didn't fly over.

So she felt even more irritated, and her head, buried in the desk, shook left and right. She put her feet on the baffle under the desk, and then looked at the snow-white wall. She felt that her thinking ability was about to melt in the white.

Finally, she couldn't help it, so she turned her head to look at Baichuan Qing, wanting to tell him how she felt and throw the paper ball over, but she just happened to see him swinging the pen and writing a note.

Shirakawa Haru doesn't write very fast. He always carefully considers his words, so he often thinks about what kind of expression the person who receives the note will have after reading it if he writes this way or that way. The expression on his face also changes with the words he writes.

It was raining heavily outside, and the light inside was provided by the incandescent lamp above. This light was dazzling, at least that's what Goto Ichiri thought, but it was a little too cold. However, because Shirakawa Haru happened to be sitting in the light, she felt that the incandescent light was not that cold after all.

Her expectation was not because she wanted to know what Shirakawa Haru would say to her in the note. She didn't care whether he agreed or refused.

Now, just watching Baichuan Qing write is enough to make her full of anticipation.

Shirakawa Haru finally finished writing the note and threw it to Goto Ichiri.

After catching it, Goto Ichiri slowly opened the paper ball as if she was opening a Christmas present on Christmas Eve. After seeing what Shirakawa Haru wrote, she clutched the note in her palm, thinking that every time he answered her, it seemed that he had never rejected her.

This time, Goto Ichiri was prepared for rejection. After all, a handsome and sunny guy like Shirakawa Haru would surely be popular with many girls. Perhaps he already had a girlfriend, so he wouldn't be free on the day of the school festival. However, he didn't reject her, even suggesting that if he was busy that day, they could meet again.

Shirakawa Haru explained his job as the student council president in great detail on paper. In fact, Goto Ichiri knew this part even without Shirakawa Haru telling her. After all, when she was in junior high school, she often saw Shirakawa Haru busying around the academy, so she could understand.