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

Miori sighed softly, as if she was thinking about something. "You're right, we are often confused by the superficial excitement and forget what we really want. However, it is also a blessing to have someone remind us."

Shiraishi smiled slightly and decided to strike while the iron is hot. "Well, since we all have this awareness, why not take this opportunity to chat casually."

Miori smiled, as if oolong tea would make people tipsy. She didn't expect Shiraishi to make such a suggestion. "It sounds good, Shiraishi. Then, let's start with me, I..."

"Shiraishi, you are actually quite famous."

"As you can see, I'm just an ordinary person."

"An ordinary person's girlfriend won't be Mai Sakurajima."

"It's just that sometimes, it's fate." Shiraishi couldn't explain some things, he was used to it. On the first day of school, every boy in the class interrogated him from top to bottom like interrogating a criminal.

However, fortunately, Shiraishi has outstanding psychological ability, and the initiative of Mai-senpai made it almost impossible for him to coerce. They could only accept this tragic fact with resentment.

As the conversation between the two people deepened, the noise around them seemed to fade away.

At the moment when she was about to put the last piece of fried chicken into her mouth, Shiraishi also quickly picked up a piece from his plate with chopsticks. The two of them moved almost synchronously, as if they were hinting at some tacit understanding. "There are more people at other tables, so they will naturally get less." He said softly, which contained both a simple observation of food distribution and a subtle understanding of interpersonal relationships.

Shiraishi was not very interested in this party at first, but it was Takumi's persistent invitation that made him reluctantly agree to attend. At this moment, he looked at the classmates who were trying to get closer to each other and actively looking for topics, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. "Everyone is so hungry." He whispered to Miori. The word "hungry" not only refers to the desire for friendship, but also implies the yearning and anxiety of adolescence.

Miori observed all this with a detached attitude. There was neither excessive enthusiasm nor indifference in her eyes. It was like standing from the perspective of a bystander, quietly appreciating this feast of youth. "Is it different for Meidong classmate?" Shiraishi asked curiously.

The junior high school department of Shuchiin Academy has a unique teaching model that breaks the boundaries of "classes" in the traditional sense. There are no fixed classrooms or fixed seats. Every day is like a new exploration. Such an environment gives students unprecedented freedom, but at the same time it also makes them lose the sense of belonging brought by the "class". Here, interpersonal relationships are no longer limited to a small space, but require students to take the initiative to build and maintain them.

Miori seems to enjoy this freedom. She is not eager to integrate into any group, nor does she deliberately pursue a specific relationship. Her words were full of casualness, as if every word was spoken at will.It flows out without much deliberation, but it has a unique flavor.

As the party draws to a close, the voice of the secretary comes from the deepest part of the box, announcing the arrangement to continue the party. However, for Shiraishi, all this has nothing to do with him. He stood up, picked up his backpack, and prepared to leave. "I have to leave first, and I have a part-time job in the evening." He explained with a hint of unquestionable firmness in his tone.

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Hearing this, Miori looked up in surprise. "Wait a minute? Part-time job at night? It's just past six in the afternoon now." She asked puzzled. Shiraishi smiled slightly and explained: "Today I am a lecturer in a private tutoring class, and I also work part-time in a chain restaurant. The time is different every day."

After that, he drank the last sip of oolong tea in the glass and made a satisfied smacking sound. Miori looked at his back, with a barely perceptible smile in her eyes. She squatted down to tie her shoelaces, as if preparing to leave.

"I'll leave first? KTV is not possible." She said with a slightly embarrassed smile, but Shiraishi could feel that there might be more unspoken emotions hidden behind that smile.

The two tacitly chose to leave early, avoiding the upcoming noise and disturbance. The moment they walked out of the izakaya, the night breeze blew on their faces, bringing a hint of coolness and freshness. Miori looked back at the still bustling box, and a naughty smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "It would be troublesome if I was invited." She said, and took Shiraishi into the night.

At that moment, Shiraishi suddenly realized that perhaps everyone was looking for their own belonging and peace in their own way. And in this feast of youth, being able to meet someone who is willing to walk side by side with you is a rare lucky person in itself. .