Sunday night, at Silver Valley Station.
A handsome boy stood near the station exit, attracting the attention of almost all the women passing by.
This boy wore a dark-colored shirt with a light gray collared trench coat and a pair of slim-fit trousers. His tall and straight figure was on full display, and when paired with his handsome appearance that rivaled that of a male lead in an idol drama, his handsomeness was off the charts.
He simply stood there with his head lowered while looking at his cell phone. The scene was so beautiful that it seemed as if it was a filming location. Many girls even scanned their surroundings in an attempt to find hidden cameras or something.
Only the others nearby who were also waiting knew that this wasn't a filming location for a drama or movie. This boy was just like them, waiting for someone in an ordinary manner.
What was unusual was that in just a short period of time, three groups of girls and four talent scouts had already started talking to this boy!
The handsome boy politely refused all of them. He had the same attitude towards the girls and the talent scouts — gentle yet resolute.
Idol? Model? Son of a noble family?
While the boys and girls nearby were somewhat curious about his identity, they were also curious about the type of person that made such a boy willing to wait for.
* Tap tap … * Footsteps approached.
A girl walked out of the station and walked towards the boy.
"Sorry, did I keep you waiting?"
'She's finally here!'
The people who were silently paying attention turned around to look.
The girl who had just arrived had long silver-gray hair that was tied up with a red knot. She had a beautiful face, watery eyes, and pink lips that had a hint of a seductive arc … She was wearing a tight lace miniskirt, a dark-colored trench coat, black knee socks, and high-heeled leather boots, which accentuated her alluring figure and the Absolute Territory that made one's heart itch.
Beautiful!
But she wasn't vulgar, nor did she lose the freshness of a young girl. Instead, she had a dreamy charm to her.
She was quite a beautiful girl.
When she walked up to the handsome boy with a smile on her face, all the boys and girls who were secretly paying attention couldn't help but inwardly praise them for being such a suitable couple!
"No, I just waited for five minutes." The boy put away his cell phone and smiled gently and charmingly.
"Liar … but, that's a passing answer." The girl covered her mouth and smiled, then wrapped her arm around the boy's in a natural manner.
The two of them then left.
The people who were still waiting nearby watched them leave. Some of them missed the other half they were waiting for, while others couldn't help but imagine what kind of night this handsome boy and beautiful girl would spend together …
"What do you think? It does feel more like a date, right?"
After leaving the train station, the silver-haired beauty, Chiaki, giggled.
"Yes, but standing there and being stared at and hit on makes me feel like an exhibit." The handsome boy, Seiji, sighed helplessly.
Sigh, we could have come together, but Chiaki said that meeting like this would give us a better feeling.
It wasn't a real date … But, they did have to pretend to be a couple.
Snow White Cafe.
This name reminded Seiji of the wonderful theory called "White Learning".
Well, it's almost the season for the White O album again.
Wait a minute. Speaking of which, what I'm about to face is actually a form of 'learning for nothing', right?
However, it wasn't boyfriends and girlfriends here, but girlfriends and girlfriends … strictly speaking, it was ex-girlfriends and current boyfriends x 2 … or more accurately, it was ex-girlfriends and current boyfriends (fake) and ex-girlfriends and current boyfriends (real?).
Sigh … I'm not too sure about this!
Seiji fell into an indescribable whirlpool of thoughts about white learning.
Just as he was distracted, Chiaki dragged him into the cafe and led him to a private room on the second floor.
Room 203.
Seiji finally regained his senses from his indescribable thoughts and looked towards Chiaki.
The silver-haired girl was looking at the door. Although her expression was calm, her eyes were filled with complex emotions: nostalgia, anticipation, sadness, and depression …
Seiji felt that she was reflexively hugging his arm.
Her breasts felt wonderful to the touch. So Chiaki was also quite … cough, cough! Now wasn't the time to care about such things, idiot!!
"It's fine," Seiji told her.
When Chiaki looked in his direction, he smiled.
"Go ahead and face it. No matter what happens next, just remember that you're not alone."
The light in Chiaki's eyes flickered.
"You're quite daring, even though you didn't dare to meet your own older sister last night ~" Chiaki suddenly teased him in a casual tone.
"Er … this is different!" Seiji averted his gaze.
Heh heh. Chiaki slowly smiled as she looked at the boy.
Confident, calm, and smiling as always!
'Thank you.' That was what she said in her heart.
Then, she pressed the doorbell.
"Come in," someone answered, and the door automatically opened.
Seiji glanced at Chiaki. As a boy, he pushed the door open, and the two of them walked in together.
There was a giant floor-to-ceiling window on the other side of the room, which allowed a clear view of the street outside. However, Seiji recalled that this room didn't allow any light to pass through from the outside.
The private room was quite spacious, and the decorations were elegant and luxurious. There was even a melodious female singing voice echoing in the air, creating a rather romantic atmosphere.
There was a round table on the right, with a man and a woman sitting at the table.
The woman had light blue long hair, soft and shiny, hanging down to her waist. She wore a white hairband on her head, and the side of the hairband was matched with light pink flower ornaments. She wore an elegant blue dress with a white fur shawl draped over her shoulders. Her blue eyes revealed a tranquil expression, and her oval face was very gentle and beautiful. The corners of her lips were faintly discernible, and she was a beauty with a classical charm.
The most impressive part about her was the tranquil aura she exuded, as if she was a beautiful lake in the depths of a forest that hadn't been polluted by the human world.
She was a top-class beauty!
With just one glance at her, Seiji understood why Chiaki was so infatuated with her.
Regardless of gender, the girl in front of him had an irresistible charm that made him want to throw himself at her!
Her name was … Haruka Shimizu.
"Chiaki …" The blue-haired girl stood up when she saw the two of them enter, and her eyes flashed with excitement. "Long time no see."
"Haruka …" Chiaki was the same. Something flashed in her eyes as she stared at Haruka. "Yeah, long time no see …"
The two of them stared at each other for a while before slowly walking closer to each other.
Finally, they stopped at a distance that was one body's length away from each other.
They could reach out and hug each other, but there was a subtle sense of distance between them.
"You … seem to be doing well," Haruka muttered.
"… You too — you've grown prettier." Chiaki smiled.
She naturally raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch Haruka's hair, but she quickly lowered her hand.
Haruka glanced at Haruka's hand before retracting her gaze.
"Please have a seat. I've already brewed some coffee."
Snow White Coffee Café's private room had coffee beans, powdered coffee, a coffee machine, a coffee pot, and so on. There were all sorts of DIY materials and tools, and it was perfectly suited to the customers' needs of making their own coffee …
Making their own coffee even though they were at a coffee café?
Seiji didn't really understand how rich people thought.
Well, it didn't matter as long as he didn't do it himself.
He and Chiaki sat down at a table together, and only now did they finally notice the boy sitting across from them.
Cough, it definitely wasn't because Shimizu-san had such a strong aura that he completely ignored this boy … Fine, he'd be honest — that was indeed the case.
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