The man who entered the door was slender, his tie was tightly tied, and his intellectual and cold eyes were looking inward through his square-rimmed silver-rimmed glasses.

What Hashima Xian cares about the most is the solemn face that seems familiar.

For a regular who often wakes up early and visits the morning show "THE TIME", Hashima often sees the faces of the so-called partisan bigwigs in recent years.

Intuition tells Hashima that Secretary General Kiriyama who often appears on TV is the father of the Kirisama sisters.

The other party walked into the room without hesitation and sat on the sofa, exuding a calm aura all over his body.

"Yuanzi, I have helped you settle the arrears of the bank, and in most cases, I hope you can rely on me."

His voice is exceptionally clear in the room, and in addition, he has a unique quality that attracts the attention of the listener, and he is worthy of being a politician.

Toko Kiriyama hugged his arm with one hand and didn't say much, just started making tea.

Hot water pours into a glass teapot, and the tea leaves slowly churn upwards before quietly sinking back to the bottom, like leaves blown by the wind in autumn.

At this time, Kiriyama's father noticed that there was a young man in the room who he had never seen before, and bowed slightly to him:

"Is it a friend of Yuanzi?"

Hashima felt his courage with inexplicable words, and under that majesty, Hashima subconsciously straightened his back.

Politicians aside, he is a father, and if he knew that his two daughters and a boy were in the same room, he would probably be worried.

"I'm an employee of Miss Enko, a classmate of Sumire Kiriyama." Hashima quickly stood up and bowed to introduce himself.

Sumire Kiriyama didn't say anything, just hugged her arms around her body, and looked away uncomfortably, like a lost child.

Kiriyama's father smiled calmly, and took the black tea handed by Kiriyama's toko, and the heat from the cup swayed.

"Staff and classmates ......"

He stroked his jaw and narrowed his eyes, looking back and forth between the studio and Sumire Kiriyama,

"That's it, I only know you as a classmate in school, I hope you can take care of it, and besides, if there is anything that bothers you, I apologize to you."

"No, no, I have a great time with her."

- It's great that you have this kind of realization.

Kiriyama's father straightened his silver-rimmed glasses with his index finger, stared at Sumire Kiriyama without a smile and said, "Sumire, you're going back with me, right?" ”

"......" Kiriyama Toko lowered his head and bit his lip, the book in his hand had not been turned for a long time.

Kiriyama's father continued to stare at Miriyama Sumire, Kiriyama Toko looked at the two of them uneasily, and Hashima looked like he couldn't sit still, because he wasn't from their family, so this kind of unwarranted embarrassment was so heavy that he was almost out of breath.

That's an intimate area that only the person concerned can enter.

Kiriyama's father pressed his temples and seemed to have a headache: "Life is smooth sailing because of this, and it's not a big problem, right?" ”

"You think that because you're special." Sumire Kiriyama looked out the window, and the sound of the wind whistling by felt cold.

Wushan's father didn't drink a sip of black tea: "That's because people like us are special in themselves, you ......"

His words came to an abrupt halt, and he glanced at Hashima String beside him.

Hashima waved his hands and told him not to mind: "I've been bullied and hated since I was a child, I'm just covered in devastation, and I'm special in a way. ”

Kiriyama's father looked at him with kind and warm eyes, and his voice was gentle as if to soothe: "In this case, you must be smarter, gentle, and stronger than other children." ”

"Well, barely."

This is the first time in Hashima's life that he has been so humble.

"But that's the weapon you've acquired." Father Kiriyama spoke calmly.

Sumire Kiriyama's face was still gloomy, and when she realized that the focus of the topic was gradually shifting, she poured a basin of cold water: "Do you mean to use your popularity and other positions to do bad things?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Father Kiriyama shook his head slightly: "This may sound indifferent, but people are inherently unequal. ”

"I understand this, I am very profound." Hashima nodded, he didn't think it was an indifferent idea.

"What do you know?" Sumire Kiriyama's tone was as calm as usual, but her expression was a little chillier than usual.

"There are nine people in the elementary school class, and the homeroom teacher always asks me to do the chores, and the rest of the people play in the class." Hashima said as he spread his hands, "You see, this is inequality. ”

Sumire Kiriyama helplessly pinched the bridge of her delicate nose with her hand: "That's because those people are too lazy, and you are too serious, right?" ”

"Is it wrong to be serious?" Hashima narrowed his lips in pain, thinking that this was indeed the case.

Sumire Kiriyama clasped her arms with her hands, straightened her back, and her straightforward attitude was fascinating: "Anyway, I won't go back, I don't need anyone to cooperate with me, I don't need to become smooth sailing, and I don't need to use the Kiriyama family to do things." ”

Kiriyama's father shook his head helplessly, and after talking to Kiriyama Toko, he stood up and was about to leave.

As he left, he said something that made Hashima String fall into deep thought:

"Bright and attractive people, just live straightforwardly, and they will have some impact on the people around them."

In retrospect, Sami Hayakawa and the members of the broadcasting department were both affected because of Sumire Kiriyama.

But is this malicious?

Frankly expressing one's feelings is malice, so what exactly is kindness?

Is it the kind of kindness that requires even one's own actions to be cautious and not to harm others? It's terrible for me.

But if Hashima is concerned, what he expects more is not Sumire Kiriyama's caution about her actions, but her actions from the heart.

It is normal for parents to have parents who want their children to make perfect use of their own strengths to achieve their goals.

Hashima felt that neither side was wrong.

Since I haven't experienced how cold the winters are elsewhere, there is no way to compare.

After Kiriyama's father left, there was an eerie silence in the room, and the silence between the three of them was so quiet that even a small wind could be heard.

Hashima is unclear about Kiriyama's family relationship, and because he doesn't know them, he doesn't understand how to respond.

"Well, am I going to change your title from the eldest master and the second master to the eldest lady and the second lady?" Hashima opens to fill this gap.

"Ahaha, the eldest lady or something sounds super tired." Kiriyama Toko let out a wry smile, and the Miriyama Sumire on the side seemed a little deflated.

"That's right! If I were a noble lady, I would feel like I was surrounded by ancient gods such as Ketanid, Nordens, Buster, and Hypnos, and maybe I would have to recite the language of Lalaye, and it would be hell on earth......"

Sumire Kiriyama smiled brightly and said, "It's true that I don't understand the Laleiye language...... But what you just said is also difficult to understand, what's going on? Are you making it up? ”

"Nonsense? Forget about the rest, don't you know Buster? Beautiful, composed, noble, self-contained, philosophically serene yet wild, Buster is revered as the goddess of cats! ”

"Wait, you say Buster is a cat? Can you please help me find out? I want to see it. ”

“..... Are you serious? It can claw and bite its target for a turn, causing ...... wounds from the attack."

"Shut up, the information shows it's the Old Gods? Faith? Cthulhu? What is it? ”

"Isn't it said that she is a beautiful, calm, noble, self-controlled, philosophical and serene goddess without losing her wild beauty."

This is Hashima String's inner words, with a hearty, pleasant, and straightforward smile on his face.

Sumire Kiriyama raised her head and looked at Hashima strings, her words choked in her throat, but it became easy to look at each other.

"You're pursuing me in front of my sister?"

“...... How are you? I am fine. ”