There are so many geniuses in crossover anime! What's wrong with adding me?

"Anyway, it's not a strange place, right?" Kogiso asked the two of them again to confirm.

"I don't find it strange at all."

"It shouldn't be. If you're really concerned, we can go and take a look next time."

“That’s a good idea.” Kogiso stroked his chin, seemingly considering the feasibility of the suggestion.

"Huh? Daddy's going too?" Setsuna Ogiso asked in surprise, her eyes wide.

"If it's at night, I shouldn't have any problem going there, and the timing won't conflict with my schedule."

"That's true, but you don't like these kinds of places, and you never go when I invite you to karaoke."

"..." He opened his mouth, looking troubled. He had to admit that this was a problem; he really didn't like noisy places.

"Hey, Setsuna, didn't you just say that Sakurakoji-kun's sweets were delicious? Could it be that his profession is..." Compared to the father and son, the mother, Akina Ogiso, was concerned about something else.

"Yes, he is the head chef... but according to him, he actually takes on many other jobs as well." Recalling Sakurakoji's exaggerated description of his talent, she couldn't tell how much of it was true.

"Eh~ that child is also good at cooking, that's hard to believe." Akina Ogiso pressed her hand to her lips, her face full of surprise.

"Right, right? I was shocked when I first found out! It's impossible to connect the two, is it?" Ogiso Setsuna echoed excitedly, completely understanding her feelings and thoughts.

"But the pastries he makes are really—delicious! It's really frustrating!"

"Well, after all, my sister lacks the 'womanly charm' when it comes to cooking," Takahiro Ogiso chuckled, adding insult to injury.

"I'm still much stronger than you!"

"She just took a few more cooking classes than me. I can do it too in a few years!"

"That's still better than you!"

"..."

The two went back and forth, revealing each other's shortcomings, leaving the two people on the side speechless and smiling wryly.

"Is it really that delicious?" Akina Ogiso found it hard to believe.

“It’s absolutely delicious.” Setsuna Ogiso nodded solemnly.

"How does it compare to what I did?" she continued, unwilling to give up.

"Hehe, haha..."

Although Ogiso Setsuna didn't answer directly, it seemed like she answered everything. Faced with her reaction, even the usually gentle Ogiso Akina blushed and couldn't help but kick her under the table.

"I see, I understand the general situation." Having overheard their conversation, Kogiso Jin nodded slowly.

"Can we call it a day?" Setsuna Ogiso asked casually, clasping her hands together.

“Wait a little longer,” he stopped his daughter from leaving her seat. “Although I know that Sakurakoji-kun and his work seem to be fine for now, that’s a different matter from you breaking curfew so often these past few days.”

"Eh~~" Ogiso Setsuna drawled, feeling discouraged that the meeting still had to continue.

“While it’s commendable that you gave us advance notice, we’re not against you making friends with the opposite sex,” Kogami Tsuneo added. “However, if we’re unsure whether this will continue to happen, it’s still necessary to have further discussions and investigations.”

"At the very least, we need to put an end to our concerns about this matter once and for all."

"So?" Setsuna Ogiso pressed, leaning on the table.

"Next time you bring Sakurakoji-kun home as a guest, we'll observe him closely to determine what kind of person he really is." The stern yet loving father finally revealed his true intentions for tonight's meeting:

"If he is indeed a good person and his behavior is relatively mature and trustworthy, then we will no longer say anything about your contact and friendship in the future. Occasionally, you can break the curfew a little."

"Really?"

Half an hour ago, Ogiso Setsuna might have felt very shy and refused, but now—since she had already been shy, it didn't matter at all; in fact, it was an unexpected bonus!

"of course."

"Then it's settled! I'll contact them about the timing!"

Volume 1: A Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 87 Another Anglo-Japanese Mixed-Race Child

the next day,

It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that Sakura Koji, lying on the spacious bed, slowly opened his eyes, revealing pure whites without any bloodshot veins.

He got up and stretched, then walked to the bathroom. Soon, a handsome face and a lazy expression appeared in the mirror as he slowly brushed his teeth, wearing pajamas.

"Gurgle, ugh~"

After wiping away the dirt with a fragrant facial cleanser and rinsing with warm water, I carefully dried my skin and hair little by little with a clean, soft towel prepared in advance by the maid.

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The maid who prepared these items was no longer here this morning. It wasn't because she felt ashamed to face the elders of Jiangdong after being teased by him last night, nor because she resigned in a fit of anger. Instead, she was taken by Yashima Ichiyo to the maids' headquarters—the Sakura Koji family's mansion, the Sakura Mansion, for further training.

There, many experienced maids will kindly teach her various skills and the etiquette a near-moon maid should possess, enabling her to become a qualified and excellent maid, even though the current moon master of the mansion is not here.

Sakurakoji thought with a sense of relief that one day she would surely take the shape of Sakurakoji's house.

Therefore, he has the following lunch options today:

1. He ran downstairs to his room and mooched lunch from his sister and her maid;

2. Do it yourself;

3. Go out and find a restaurant to eat at yourself.

He lay on the sofa and pondered for a long time until noon, when he finally came to a conclusion.

First, we can rule out option 2. It's not advisable for him to waste so much of his time just to solve his own meal problem. Besides, he's been very tired lately and just wants to conserve energy and rest, without wanting to expend any extra physical strength.

Of the remaining two, although he really wanted to choose option 1, and he estimated that Ashraf would welcome him and might even personally prepare a sumptuous lunch for him, his remaining personal dignity told him that he couldn't do that.

It's one thing to be lazy outside, but at home, as her older brother, he couldn't show her such a lazy side, lest it have a bad influence on her.

It seemed he had no choice but to choose the last option. He clicked on the non-existent option button in the void, then got up, changed his clothes, and prepared to leave.

……

After having a quick lunch at a chain restaurant in a nearby shopping mall, he let out a sigh of relief, patted his belly contentedly, and headed towards Tianzhidi, a few hundred meters away.

Although the taste was just average, and it seemed a bit strange for him to say that, the taste didn't really matter to him, since the main purpose of eating was to satisfy his body's nutritional needs.

Despite his near-perfect culinary skills, he would much rather live a more relaxed and easy life.

Although it seems difficult to achieve this at present.

Returning to his apartment from the mall, he had to pass by the teaching buildings of Philia Academy. Looking up at these two interconnected buildings, second only to the Heavenly Mansion in the vicinity, with their brand-new and clean facades, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

Although it's currently empty due to the holiday, with few students or teachers around, it will surely be bustling and lively once school starts.

Everything else was irrelevant; what he truly coveted was—he seemed to recall—that the top floor of this place had a self-service cafeteria specifically for wealthy students in special programming classes across various departments and colleges.

Not only does it offer a wide variety of dishes, from meats and staple foods to desserts and cuisines from all over the world, but all of them are prepared by professional chefs from culinary academies, and the taste is absolutely superb.

Since the fees are included in the tuition for students in the special programming class, it is free, and even students brought in by the program can enjoy free treatment.

Although he is not a student here, if he goes in with his relatives who are studying here after the start of the semester, he should be able to take advantage of this benefit as well.

"But that would be too much trouble. Could you ask someone to grant me a special privilege so I can sneak in anytime and freeload?"

It's only a five-minute walk from my apartment, and if I don't feel like cooking in the future, coming here is even more convenient than going to the restaurants in the nearby shopping mall.

"But it would be too impulsive to ask my uncle and aunt for such a small matter. I'll figure out a solution myself." Sakura Koji stood still, pondering the feasibility and method of this plan.

“I remember that in addition to students, teachers such as deans could also enter, but I don’t even want to be a student, let alone a teacher—unless it’s an honorary position.”

Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes, had an idea, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "I remember, the current dean of the fashion academy inside and the principal here are that genius freak, Lavré... I've decided on you."

"I should be able to meet with him when I have some free time and get an honorary professorship without any problem."

"Great! Now I have another place to grab lunch!"

Whistling merrily, he set off again, taking in the exquisite, dynamic scenery along the way.

But before he could take a long step on his second attempt, he froze in place, his brow furrowed. He rested his chin on his hand, trying to recall what had just happened, and wondered if he had imagined it.

No, it can't be that much of a coincidence. After all, the time and place don't match up.

To call it a deviation or an accident would be a bit of an overstatement.

but……

He replayed the scene, which was as clear as a slideshow, in his mind several times before he was sure that he hadn't seen it wrong. He then quickly turned around and looked back at the place he had just passed.

Just a few dozen meters from the route he had just taken, on a flower bed outside the first floor of the Philia Building, sat a quiet, slender figure with an upright posture.

Her long, pale yellow hair was left unbound, cascading down her back and shoulders, revealing her snow-white skin, whose delicate texture was evident even from a distance.

She stared intently at the building in front of her with her orange eyes, but upon closer inspection, it seemed as if she never focused her pupils. Her emotionless eyes made it impossible to tell whether she was looking at the building or the sky behind it.

"..."

Oh shit, it’s true!

Sakura Koji stared blankly at the profile of the figure that, while not particularly outstanding or stunning at first glance, was undeniably memorable in his eyes. He wondered if he was still half asleep, otherwise, how could he have stumbled upon such a good thing while just going out for a meal?

He silently pinched the skin on his arm—it was hilarious. Compared to his usual pain, it was practically no different from not feeling anything at all; he couldn't tell the difference at all.

Whether I'm dreaming or not, I have to go for it first!

With a determined expression, he strode towards the pet-like girl.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Are you alone here?" That was the first thing he said to her, a line that sounded like he was trying to trick her.

"Hmm?" The girl slowly shifted her gaze, taking in his bent-over face.

The overwhelming beauty caused her pupils to dilate reflexively. The other person's overly harmonious appearance even moved her. This was an ultimate artificial beauty, distinct from nature, composed of carefully selected combinations.

"You, are you a designer?" The innocent girl tilted her head and bluntly stated her first impression.

"Exposed?"

Sakurakoji was shocked. He hadn't expected to be taught a lesson before he even started showing off his skills. This naive girl had actually seen through his hidden profession at a glance.

"Hmm, because your overall demeanor is very natural, you must possess extremely high levels of skill and knowledge in this area." Shiina Mashiro gave a stingy, shallow smile, but quickly lost interest in that aspect, her gaze instead drawn to the cherry blossom petals falling from the tree behind her as the wind blew, filling her vision.

"Hey, what color do you want to be?"

"what?"

Sakurakoji's talent began to be reassessed in his mind because of her explanation. It seemed that although she appeared innocent, she was indeed a top genius who could stand out in the world. In the field of art and aesthetics, her sensitivity probably surpassed that of everyone he knew.

But when she brought up a new topic, he was slightly taken aback and gained a new understanding of her unconventional thinking.

Does this mean that geniuses are all exceptional and eccentric?

Fortunately, his daze only lasted a second, and he quickly picked up the conversation: "I never thought of that before."

"Then think about it." Shiina Mashiro looked up at him with her emotionless eyes, showing neither expectation nor indifference.

“That makes sense. Let’s think about it.” Sakurakoji Takashi straightened up and began to think seriously. Then he suddenly laughed and said again, “Actually, there’s no need to think at all, because I already am one.”

"?" Shiina Mashiro tilted her head again like a puzzled cat.

"What color am I in your eyes right now?" Sakura Koji didn't answer directly, but instead closed his eyes and asked her a question in return.

After a moment of silence, Shiina Mashiro seemed to realize something and exclaimed in surprise, "...Pure white?"

“Correct.” Sakurakoji also smiled sparingly, her eyes containing a hint of tenderness.

With pure white hair, fair skin, and an aura untouched by other magazines (though perhaps a little cunning at times), even if he didn't say it, he would probably appear as a faintly radiant white in the eyes of others.

But in his heart, it wasn't just that.

"Putting aside appearances, even considering the future I want to be, I want to be white, a white that can be mixed with any color without looking out of place. Like a color painting, white that can adjust the brightness of all colors."

"Or black wouldn't be bad either. Black, which can devour all colors, seems pretty good too." He added with a slightly wicked grin.

“Just like painting…” Shiina Mashiro murmured, then asked in a soft voice as if she might die at any moment, “Can’t other single colors work?”

“That won’t do, because that could really kill you.” Sakurakoji Sai’s expression suddenly turned extremely serious at her question, and he shook his head firmly, leaving no room for argument.

"?" She blinked slightly, puzzled.

"It's your turn. What color do you want to be?" He didn't explain further, but asked instead.

"I hadn't thought about it." She pinched the petals that had fallen onto her skirt.