Chapter 94
"Impossible! Why can't I find it!"
The speed at which Xiang was scrolling through his phone increased again, accompanied by a mournful wail.
Looking at his wife and daughter, Ishikawa Jinpei realized that they hadn't yet grasped the seriousness of the situation.
He dared to bring his girlfriend home after only two months; he didn't even want to think about what Ishikawa Hayato would do if he waited another year or two.
This child cannot be allowed to live!
A sinister glint appeared in Ishikawa Jinpei's eyes as he hardened his resolve.
It's time to kick him out!
"This is my room, please make yourself at home."
Ishikawa Hayato pushed open the door and went inside. Nijika and Kita peeked inside and, seeing that everything was safe, walked in somewhat surprised.
"Hayato-kun's room doesn't feel like a high school boy's room at all."
Nijika walked to the center of the room while looking around.
"Is this really Ishikawa-kun's room?" Kita asked in surprise.
To them, Ishikawa Hayato's room was unusually clean, with very little furnishing.
Starting from the window and door, there's a solid wood bed, a bedside table, and a corner table extending from the bedside table to the corner.
On the table was a laptop, and on the locker next to it were several gold medals and trophies, as well as two group photos, one of which was an artistic photo of them together.
Only the bottom shelf of the locker had a row of books, and judging from the words on the spines, it seemed that even some were from abroad.
On the other side of the bed was a wardrobe, and next to it on the wall hung a framed Chinese poem.
The sparse yet elegant furnishings create a refined and tasteful atmosphere throughout the room.
After looking around the room, they looked at Ishikawa Hayato in disbelief.
A private room can be seen as a reflection of one's inner self.
Before they arrived, they were prepared to be in a room filled with comic books, walls covered with pictures of women in swimsuits, tables piled with all sorts of weird-looking things, and even the wastebasket was full of strange items.
Faced with their doubts, he said it definitively.
"This is undoubtedly my room. Please feel free to sit down. I'll go get some drinks and snacks."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left the room, heading downstairs.
Suddenly, only four people remained in the room, unsure of what to do since it was their first time there.
Liang glanced at the three who seemed a little uncomfortable.
She looked around carefully and said as if it were a serious matter.
"This must be a disguise. Just open any closet, search under the bed..."
As Ryo spoke, he acted as if he were no outsider and opened Ishikawa Hayato's wardrobe.
"Ryo-senpai!?" Kita exclaimed in surprise.
Liang Gang opened the wardrobe, Nijika's hand knife arrived as expected.
Nijika said angrily and blankly, "What are you doing going through other people's closets?"
With her head covered by a bag, she expressionlessly took out her phone.
"Take some photos to threaten him; he has a lot of money in his pocket right now."
After she finished speaking, she glanced at the neatly arranged clothes and pants inside and the few small cabinets at the bottom, losing her curiosity. Nijika then closed the wardrobe.
Liang looked up and thought for a moment, then squatted down by the bed, glanced under the bed, and ignored the evenly distributed dust underneath.
"There's always something under the bed... looks like it's been cleaned up too."
"Know when to stop."
Nijika angrily pulled Liang up from the ground.
Kita. She felt as if something inside her had cracked open, and unable to bear it any longer, she turned her gaze to the side.
At some point, Bocchi, who had been standing stiffly, was now standing next to the locker, looking at the two photos standing there.
She walked over without disturbing Bocchi, and looked at another photograph that Ishikawa Hayato had placed there.
In that photo, Ishikawa Hayato is smiling brightly, his arm around two stiff-looking, timid boys.
The background is the school gate, and even behind it, where many students can be seen lying on the ground.
Kita saw the name of the school next door, she remembered that it was the junior high school that her friend had told her about before, the one where Ishikawa Hayato used to go.
Her gaze shifted to Bocchi, who was wearing sportswear and staring intently at the photo, before she suddenly snapped back to reality and looked at Hongxia, who was scolding Nijika.
Aside from her, everyone else has a fascinating past.
Just as she was feeling a little disappointed.
Ishikawa Hayato returned.
He walked in calmly, carrying a square table in one hand and two large trays of drinks, cups, and snacks on his other arm, along with four cushions in his hand.
The four people fell silent upon seeing his acrobatic performance, staring at him dumbfounded.
Ishikawa Hayato placed the table on the floor, then put all the drinks and snacks on it, and said with a smile.
"Let's begin the design."
The seating arrangement for the five people was as follows: Ryo, Nijika, Nijika, Ishikawa Hayato, Bocchi Kita.
Ishikawa Hayato sat between Bocchi and Kita.
Seeing that the other three, except for Liang, were all drawing seriously, Nijika, who already had a draft in mind, spoke up to try and lighten the mood.
"Yeah, designing a logo T-shirt is fine too, everyone feel free to be creative."
"Once it's finished, it can also be sold as merchandise for our band. Keep it up!"
Nijika, so adorable, cheered them on as if watching a play.
Ishikawa Hayato noticed that Bocchi was holding a pen, looking weak and lost in thought, but he seemed too afraid to speak.
His gaze lingered for a moment, which was noticed by Bocchi, who immediately became wary.
He smiled and indicated that he didn't mean it that way.
He then turned to Nijika and said.
"It feels like our band's merchandise is already completely sold out. Nijika is so dedicated to making money."
Nijika thought she was being treated like the kind of person who only cares about money, and said with some dissatisfaction.
"Of course! Band activities require a lot of funding, Hayato-kun doesn't think I'm joking, does he...?"
Ishikawa Hayato waved his hand.
"No, that's not what I meant. I just thought I saw Nijika nervously craning her neck to look at the merchandise stalls after other people's performances ended."
Nijika froze, startled by his words, and then said, embarrassed and annoyed.
"Stop arguing! I'm doing this for the band's sake."
After she finished speaking, seeing that Ishikawa Hayato was still smiling at her, her gaze immediately turned into a disdainful cat-like look.
"Hayato-kun ~ Have you finished drawing it?"
"Certainly!"
Ishikawa Hayato picked up his sketchbook. "I've been drawing like crazy for the past two days."
He held up his sketchbook, ready to show it off. The other two also stopped drawing, and even Ryo, who was sitting rather uncouthly like a boy and eating snacks, looked over.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Ishikawa Hayato proudly began to turn the page.
"First up is the formal dress version."
Outside of Bocchi, the three people looked at him with disdain upon hearing his words.
But looking at how this person even drew front, side, and back views, along with various accessories, it even gave off a sense of professionalism...
The feeling of disgust intensified.
Sensing the dislike from the others, Ishikawa Hayato continued flipping through the pages, explaining as he went.
"The maid outfit version?"
They all shook their heads.
"Pajama version?"
They weren't even bothered to shake their heads anymore.
"Cheongsam?"
"Bathrobe?"
"Bandage?"
"Sheet?"
Despite being repeatedly rejected, Ishikawa Hayato showed no sign of disappointment; he suddenly took a deep breath.
"Looks like the main event is about to begin."
After saying that, he solemnly turned to the next page, his voice resounding.
"Swimsuit!"
The four of them looked at the four different styles of swimsuits drawn by Ishikawa Hayato and remained silent for a long time.
As Bocchi began to break down due to the continuous mental shocks.
Nijika smiled and took out some tape from her backpack.
"I understand. Hayato-kun, could you use this to cover your mouth?"
Ishikawa Hayato looked at the tape in Nijika's hand, hesitated for a moment, patted Bocchi's shoulder to calm her down, and then obediently walked over.
Nijika was surprised that he actually came over, and even squatted down in front of her with a look that was both righteous and aggrieved.
She looked at the boy's handsome face, yet inexplicably felt it had a sly quality to it. Remembering his ruthless behavior towards everyone, she steeled herself and pressed her lips to his.
After he went back to sit down, Nijika complained, her face flushed.
"Seriously, those are the outfits you wanted us to wear, they're not suitable for performing on stage at all."
"That's true..."
Kita withdrew her gaze, sighed inexplicably, and prepared to display the clothing she had finished drawing.
Ishikawa Hayato tapped his notebook with his pen.
The three of them looked over again.
It says so.
"I can find rock bands that have worn these outfits in previous performances!"
Kita stared blankly at the words above, blinked, and then looked at Nijika for confirmation.
Nijika awkwardly looked away.
No answer was her answer.
83. Etiquette
After Ishikawa Hayato put down the picture book, Ryo, who was munching on snacks and slacking off, leaned out and took the picture book that Ishikawa Jun had put down.
She sat back down on the cushion and flipped through the pages casually.
Nijika was startled by the situation and quickly surveyed the band's internal dynamics.
Bocchi is basically Ishikawa Hayato's yes-man; she'll probably listen to whatever Ishikawa Hayato says. If Ryo were to join Ishikawa Hayato's group...