When he came to his room, Baiyunshan truly experienced the difference in status now.
As far as he knew, the rooms where the little idols lived were all four people per room. According to the original groups, there were four rooms in total, which was just right for sixteen people. Although this was due to the factors of shooting at night, to some extent it also explained the tight cost of funds and the subtle gap in location.
For example, the room he is in now is not only a Japanese-style single room, but also spacious. The toilet has a separate bathroom and bathtub. It opens the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side and has a small courtyard paved with stones. In the corner of the courtyard, there are Japanese Unique dry landscape style. It seems to have a unique charm and is obviously not on the same level as the rooms of little idols.
Booking a room has always been the responsibility of Chuan Jingai and the others. I don’t know if Chuan Jing Sang took the current situation into consideration before booking such a room for himself, or did Chuan Jing Sang receive the same treatment?
It is really an evil old capitalist society...
Baiyunshan complained silently in his heart, then he went into the bathroom comfortably, took a bath, changed his clothes and came out, drank the sake prepared in advance in the room, took out a book from his bag and stuffed it in when he went out. I started watching Marcel Brewster's "In Search of Lost Time," but was interrupted by a low-key knock on the door after only a few minutes.
"Knock knock knock."
"Wait a mininute."
Baiyunshan was stunned for a moment, thinking that something urgent had really happened. Why did someone knock on the door so quickly? Or are they just hotel staff?
He slowly opened the door, and there stood a slim girl with a cool temperament outside.
"...Hashimoto?"
"Good evening, Baiyun-sang."
Hashimoto Nanami greeted him calmly and bowed slightly.
Baiyunshan was stunned, and then his expression suddenly changed. He pulled the girl into the room, and then quickly glanced outside. Fortunately, no one saw anyone, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and then Close the door immediately.
Click.
The sound of the door lock being locked was particularly pleasant. The girl looked at Baiyunshan's nervous expression but was a little confused.
"Bai Yunsang, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?"
Baiyunshan wiped away the non-existent sweat, exhaled, leaned against the wall and smiled bitterly: "I can't say what's wrong. Anyway, you came to me alone at night. If you were seen or even photographed by others, It’s down, but it’s great... news——"
As he said that, he couldn't help but glance at the other party's clothes. It could be seen that the girl with mysophobia had freshened up immediately after returning. The ends of the broken hair on the temples had not yet dried, and the color was slightly moist. Although the clothes she is wearing are not pajamas, they are just a cool coat and trousers. Her figure is not obvious, but she has a sense of intimacy at home, as comfortable as the big sister next door.
But...why do you feel that this comfortable and natural look is more dangerous?
"can you?"
The girl frowned, not knowing what she was thinking of.
"Ah, by the way, what do you want to see me for? I remember saying that you can come to me if you have urgent matters. Did something happen in your room?"
Baiyunshan changed the topic.
Only then did Hashimoto Nana come back to her senses. A trace of blush flashed across her calm face. She raised her chin slightly and showed the things in her arms to the other party. She maintained a calm expression and spoke softly: "I came here to study. I haven't read to Baiyun Sang yet, have I?"
Only then did Bai Yunshan notice that she was holding a book with an orange cover in her arms. Before she could say anything, he noticed that the other person was looking past him and towards the book "Memories" on the coffee table in the room. "Times Past", a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he said: "Did Baiyun Sang already prepare the book? It seems that my efforts were in vain."
"It's not a waste of effort. My book is a bit troublesome to read, so I probably won't need it. It's just..."
Bai Yunshan said hesitantly: "Do you still need to study today? Don't you need to record a program in the room? You are almost tired after recording, so let's go back and rest first."
"No need." Nana Hashimoto shook her head slightly and explained: "We have just finished recording the program in the room, it's just a short section. Na-chan, Ikoma-chan and the others are playing some strange hero games. , I have no interest, so I came here alone after it was over——"
"Oh, okay."
Baiyunshan could only smile, and then fell silent.
Hashimoto Nana couldn't seem to think of anything to say for a moment, so she just looked at him quietly.
The air felt a little quiet for a while.
Feeling that the atmosphere between the two seemed a little strange, Baiyunshan quickly asked the other party to sit down, took out a tea bag from his backpack and made a cup of tea. He knew that the girl had a mysophobia, so he did not use the teapots and cups provided by the hotel, but brought them himself, using only ordinary water.
After getting ready, the girl thanked her and sat on the tatami next to Baiyunshan and read softly as she always did in the hut.
The sound floated quietly in the room along with the aroma of tea.
Baiyunshan listened quietly. This time, of course, he was not as presumptuous as last time. He just stared at the girl with his chin raised, watching and listening at the same time. To be honest, although the feeling of the knee pillow last time was wonderful, the girl's shyness and nervousness made him feel like he was bullying others too much, and he always felt a little guilty and uneasy inside.
The girl's shy expression was certainly cute, and her bulging cheeks when her cheeks were red made her heart skip a beat, but he didn't want the other person to feel nervous, uncomfortable, or even afraid.
What he wants is to be comfortable and harmonious. Any situation where he makes the girl feel embarrassed will make him feel heartbroken and regretful. He feels as if he has done something big wrong, even if the girl herself has never said anything about it.
Of course it was much better this time. Baiyunshan's eyes quietly swept over the girl's forehead, eyebrows, cheeks, lips, and chin inch by inch, as if he was admiring a beautiful scenery. Occasionally our eyes would meet, and although there was no verbal communication, we would feel connected and feel particularly comfortable.
After so many experiences - especially the last one, although Hashimoto Nana would occasionally feel a little shy when meeting each other's eyes, she was able to keep her face calm and her voice would not be loud. I stumbled and found it difficult to even study.
This may have become their unique way of communication. For them, sometimes there is no need for big winds and waves. They just have a meal together, taste the freshly made soba noodles, and drink two cold glasses. Fruit tea, looking at the scenery on the roadside, reading a book and appreciating wonderful sentences in your free time, and sharing the beautiful moments in life are enough.
Reading, simple as it was, put both of them at ease, which was more important than most other experiences.
However, tonight seemed destined to be a little different. After reading for a few minutes, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the door.
