I just want to live in peace, I refuse to fall in love

Chapter 103 To revitalize the comedy world, Shirakawa Kazuya is unwilling to be absent
Meiyu, the rain that falls when plums are ripe.

Japanese writer Tokutomi Ashoka wrote in "The Plum Rain Season", "The air seems thick and solemn, and the smoke from the kitchen is also moist and difficult to rise. It can only turn into mist and crawl around."

Friday night is the favorite time for many students, because tomorrow is a great Saturday, and there is no need to go to class the day after tomorrow.Tonight feels like stolen time to relax.

Shirakawa Kazuya put down the book he borrowed from the library, looked at the drizzle outside the window, and adjusted the light in front of his desk so that the warm yellow light shone more completely on the pages in front of him.

Due to the collision of warm and cold air masses, relatively stable and severe weather, known as the plum rain, will continue in most areas of Japan from early June to mid-July.

For example, in Okinawa, which is known as the "Hawaii of the East", the rainy season will arrive one month in advance, that is, in May.Only a few areas in the northernmost part of Japan, such as Hokkaido, are not affected by this rainy season.

It rains sometimes in Fukuoka in June. It has been raining lightly in the past few days, and the air is filled with mist. Shirakawa Kazuya looked out the window at the dark street and closed the window tightly, leaving only a crack.

"Every time at this time, I always feel stuffy." Xiangzi pulled her collar and felt a little sticky on her body.

“The weather is slowly getting hotter, and it’s raining non-stop, so there’s nothing we can do about it being dull.”

Shirakawa Kazuya felt the cool evening breeze blowing from the crack of the window and unbuttoned the top button of his collar.

"I went to take a shower."

Xiangzi couldn't stand this feeling, so she put down the magazine in her hand and ran into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

"Looks like I'm not having a good time tonight. I'll take a shower later."

Shirakawa Kazuya stood up and stretched his waist, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a black figure lingering under the street lights on the street outside.

"Who is that? Why does it look familiar?" Kazuya Shirakawa walked to the window and wanted to take a closer look.

But the figure's umbrella just happened to move, blocking his sight. After pausing on the spot for a while, he slowly walked to the next streetlight, and gradually disappeared into the darkness at the end of the street where the lights could not reach it.

That guy couldn't be Shimoda Kazuto, right?Shirakawa Kazuya touched his chin and thought about it for a long time, and finally thought of a more reliable possibility.

Why is that guy hanging out on a rainy day when he has nothing to do?Going out for a night run?Or just take a breather?

Forget it, as long as he stays safe and doesn't cause trouble, you don't have to worry about what he is doing.

Shirakawa Kazuya shook his head and shifted his gaze to the ceiling and corners of the room that had some white spots.

During the plum rainy season, due to the long-term humid environment, the utensils at home are prone to mold, especially in a small rental house with little ventilation like yours. Find some time to clean it properly.

"Onisan, I've finished washing, do you want to take a shower?"

The bathroom door was opened, and the heat rushed out.A white towel was wrapped around Xiangzi's head, and her hair was wrapped up in it.

Her little face was flushed, and a few strands of hair on her forehead were exposed from the rolled up towel and stuck to her eyebrows. A pair of big, energetic eyes stared at Shirakawa Kazuya.

"Okay, I'll go right away. By the way, Xiangzi, do you still have any detergent at home? In this weather lately, the house is prone to mold and needs a good cleaning."

Shirakawa Kazuya said as he took the bath towel off the clothesline.

"There doesn't seem to be much left. I'll buy some when the time comes. There is a small store selling daily necessities next to the school. I have seen detergent in it before."

"Okay, then it's up to you. Have you used up the money I gave you last time? If it's not enough, I'll give you some more."

Shirakawa Kazu would also give Xiangzi part of the money he earned from working for the two rich women, letting her buy lunch at school or something she likes.

"There are a lot more, it's okay, Onisan." Xiangzi smiled and shook her head, saying that her money was completely enough. "Okay, don't be embarrassed when you need money. You must tell me that we are not that poor now. With a sister like you, three more will not be a problem!"

Shirakawa Kazuya deliberately looked proud and walked past Xiangzi into the bathroom.

"Okay, okay, Onisan is the best!" Xiangzi's voice sounded from behind.

He walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and when he took off his clothes and put them in the basket, he saw Xiangzi's clothes piled in a conspicuous place in the corner. Two white shoulder straps could be seen on the top, and A pair of underwear with a Q version of Ultraman's pattern printed on it.

Did you forget to take it away?
Wait, is this Ultraman I've seen before, Taro or Zero?

He thought for a while, pulled her school uniform shirt out from underneath and put it on top, blocking her white underwear. Then he nodded with satisfaction and started taking a shower.

While squeezing the shampoo into his hand, he hummed "Ichibanboshi" by Ayatomo Tainaka.

"Where will this sky extend? In my heart, I will never forget your existence."

He rubbed his hair and sang.

Shirakawa Kazuya also likes taking baths, especially taking a hot shower in the bathroom with the door closed. He is the only one in the small world. The warm water washes away all the fatigue of the day, allowing him to take a brand new look. face to meet new challenges.

Shirakawa Kazuya walked out of the bathroom comfortably after taking a shower, and saw Xiangzi sitting in the kotatsu watching TV. A program similar to a talk show was playing now, and a host with an afro was telling jokes with a microphone. .

"Everyone knows that there are many slopes in Japan, and many people complain that climbing is tiring. I have a bold proposal, why not change all roads to downhill?"

The afro-haired host stretched out his fist and hit his head, sticking out his tongue and making a face.There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

OK, I remembered.

Shirakawa Kazuya silently filled the sentence into his "cold joke reserve", planning to find a time next time to tell it to Tsukiike Chihaya, and appreciate her speechless and helpless expression again.

He had almost thought of what the other party would say.

"Shirakawa-kun, you can't revitalize Japan's comedy industry with such cold jokes. Give up your unrealistic idea of ​​being a comedian and work for me honestly."

"Onisan, come here and watch it with me, it's very interesting!" Xiangzi patted the tatami next to her, indicating that a place had been reserved for him.

"Then let's watch for a while." Shirakawa Kazuya just wanted to see what other interesting things he could say about his afro. He opened the quilt, covered his legs, and pressed them under his elbows.

"Does anyone know what grass tastes like?"

The afro-headed host jumped twice on the spot, and the director gave a close-up of his head. The afro-head instantly filled the entire screen, bouncing one after another, looking very happy.

"I don't know." The audience in the audience looked like kindergarten children, and they responded in unison in a long and straight voice.

"The answer is, grass tastes nothing! It tastes like strawberry!" The afro raised his hands above his head and spun around twice, with just the right sound effects to give out canned laughter.

"Strawberries taste good, remember."

Xiangzi heard Shirakawa Kazuya muttering to the side and blinked curiously.

On this rainy night, Shirakawa Kazuya shouted that he had gained a lot.

(End of this chapter)