Comprehensive comic: Succubus Shota, one mile of ability every day

"Okay, okay, it's all right now."

"...Huh? Isn't that Sakurajima-senpai?" Rio's voice was a little surprised. She gently stood up from the chair, slowly moved to the window, deftly unlocked the window with her fingers, and gently pushed the window open a crack. Suddenly, a cold and fresh air rushed into the room, forming a sharp contrast with the warmth in the room.

Shiraishi followed closely and stood beside Rio. The two of them looked at the snow-covered playground outside the window. The playground was covered with a thick layer of white snow, like a huge pure white canvas, waiting for the winter painter to decorate it. At this time last year, there had never been such a spectacular snow scene here, so this scene seemed particularly novel and unforgettable to Shiraishi.

The playground was empty and quiet. The baseball and football clubs, which were usually very lively, had obviously suspended training because of the heavy snow. In this vast white world, a lone figure was moving slowly. It was Senior Mai. She was walking on the knee-deep snow. Although her steps were staggering, they were extremely firm. Every step seemed so cautious, as if she was performing a sacred ceremony. Her face was filled with childlike innocence and joy. Her love and yearning for snow attracted Shiraishi and Rio involuntarily.

"What is Senior Sakurajima doing?" Rio asked curiously, her voice full of doubts.

Shiraishi did not answer directly, but lightly stepped on the window frame and made a gesture to climb out of the window. "Hey~~!" With a brisk shout, he nimbly climbed over the window frame and landed steadily on the snow in the playground.

"Shiraishi, you..." Before Rio finished her words, Shiraishi had already walked towards Mai and responded loudly: "She is making a snowman! Futaba, do you want to come along?"

Hearing this, Rio's eyes moved back and forth between Shiraishi and Mai, and finally a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"No, I'll just watch here, it's too cold outside." She said as she gently closed the window. Although there was a layer of glass between them, Shiraishi could still feel her delicate thoughts and warm care.

"But..." Although Rio's voice was low, Shiraishi still read the unfinished words from her mouth shape - "I don't want to disturb your time, so I won't be a light bulb." This tacit understanding and understanding made Shiraishi feel a warm current in his heart.

Soon after, three snowmen of different shapes appeared on the playground. Two of them are about 70 to 80 centimeters tall, and are the works of Shiraishi and Mai independently; the other is a huge monster of the same height as Shiraishi, which is a masterpiece that they worked together to build. Although these snowmen have no deep meaning, at the moment of completion, Shiraishi and Mai's hearts are filled with an indescribable sense of accomplishment and joy. They are like guardians of the campus, standing quietly beside the entrance of the school building, witnessing this wonderful time.

On the return train, Mai was still immersed in that joy, and she kept flipping through the photos taken on her phoneThe photos taken by Mai Shiraishi are of the snowman, Shiraishi, herself, and group photos with Yuma and Rio. Although these photos seem ordinary, each one carries their shared memories and laughter.

Mai smiled and said to Shiraishi: "It seems like we are back in high school." Shiraishi nodded in agreement, his heart full of nostalgia and cherishment for those youthful years. At this moment, he seemed to have really returned to that carefree and dream-filled high school era, and all the beauty was forever frozen in the camera's viewfinder.

Some time later, Shiraishi sat in a tea shop with the "Unlimited Drinks for Only 1,200 Yen for Two Hours" policy, his eyes wandering between the oolong tea cup in his hand and the clock on the wall, silently calculating how to maximize his "return on investment" in this limited time. When the third cup of oolong tea was finished, he naturally raised his voice to call the passing clerk.

"Please give me another cup of oolong tea, thank you."

It seemed that Shiraishi's gentle call inspired the resonance of the people around him. For a moment, the customers at various tables in the store seemed to have received some invisible call and joined the ranks of ordering.

"Please give me a beer", "(Hello Li Nuo) Highba11 another cup", "Lemon sour, I want two cups!", "And oolong tea shochu, thank you!"... The orders that came one after another made the waitress very busy, but she still maintained her iconic smile and agreed to them one by one.

"Okay, everyone, please wait a moment, it will be here soon!"

The waitress's voice was crisp and pleasant, and she disappeared into the corner leading to the kitchen with her light steps. Shiraishi took the opportunity to put the remaining ice in the cup into his mouth and enjoyed the brief coolness. However, before the ice was completely melted, the waitress had already returned with a tray full of it and gently placed a cup of fresh oolong tea in front of him. .