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

Shiraishi explained with a smile, his eyes revealing his nostalgia for that trip.

However, Miori suddenly pointed her chopsticks directly at Shiraishi, with a serious and playful look in her eyes: But, I remember that you didn't seem to invite me to your last gathering. Are you afraid that I will become a light bulb? There was a hint of playfulness in her tone, but also seriousness.

Oh, Miori, it's not very polite to be so direct. You will be misunderstood as uneducated. Shiraishi shook his head gently, dissolving the subtlety in the air in a joking way.

Then, guess where we went that we didn't invite you? Miori took back her chopsticks, and a sly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, as if she had seen through Shiraishi's mind.

Shiraishi pretended to be in deep thought, picked up the jam bottle on the table, and gently rotated it. His eyes inadvertently swept across the ingredient label on the bottle, which clearly stated the place of origin - Nagano Prefecture.

Oh, so we went to Nagano Prefecture. The scenery there must be beautiful. He deliberately kept it a secret, but he was also amused by the clues he found.

Haha, it seems that you are not completely confused. However, the more accurate answer is that we went to Shiraishi Rest Stop, which is a good place to make people feel happy. Miori proudly announced the answer, with a smile on her face as if saying, "See, I knew you couldn't guess it."

There is really nothing to be proud of. It's just a rest stop. Shiraishi said this, but he admired Miori's wit in his heart. He gently put the jam bottle back on the table, secretly glad that he escaped.

Since you are so ungrateful, I will confiscate this bottle of blueberry jam without hesitation. Miori suddenly took action and snatched the jam bottle at lightning speed, leaving Shiraishi with a stunned face.

Hey, at least leave me some strawberry! Shiraishi quickly put the remaining strawberry jam into his backpack, fearing that it would be "robbed" again. He realized that when dealing with a girl like Miori (cddf), he must always be vigilant, otherwise he would fall into her "trap" if he is not careful.

Thank you for the jam, Miori. By the way, your friend is called Manami, right? Seeing that you two have such a good relationship now, I am really happy for you. Shiraishi tried to change the subject and recalled the complicated emotional entanglement that Miori mentioned when he first met her.

Yes, Manami. We are all school students now, and we are more mature in dealing with interpersonal relationships. Although there are still some small troubles sometimes, overall, everyone can live in peace.

Miori's words revealed a kind of indifference and maturity. She continued, "Moreover, she specially invited me to participate in the social gathering, saying that it was to make up for the regret of not taking me to the beach last time. The other party is said to be a handsome guy from a famous school in Tokyo."

Oh, really? Then won't you become the focus of attention? Shiraishi said half-jokingly, but in his heart he admired Miori's social skills.

Oh, don't say that, I'm actually in a dilemma. Although I don't want to spoil her fun, I'm not interested in social gatherings. But this is her good intention, and I can't just refuseAbsolutely..."

Mori smiled bitterly, her expression was like a child who was forced to face food he didn't like, helpless and a little spoiled.

See, it's like this again. We've all grown up, and we should learn how to deal with these interpersonal relationships, right? Shiraishi responded to Miori again with her own words, and the two smiled at each other, with an inexplicable tacit understanding in the air.

Just then, a familiar voice interrupted their conversation: Ah, Shiraishi, I finally found you! Fukuyama Takumi came over with the school cafeteria's signature rice bowl. He was a friend from the same department that Shiraishi met after entering the school.

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Oh, it's Takumi. This is Mito Miori, a classmate of ours. Shiraishi introduced, noticing that Takumi was a little surprised by Miori's appearance.

Mito classmate... So you are here too, what a coincidence. Takumi smiled awkwardly, as if he didn't expect to see Miori here.

Yes, what a coincidence. Miori responded with a smile, her eyes flashing with curiosity and friendliness. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Miori's eyes fell gently on Takumi, who was sitting next to Shiraishi. She opened her lips gently, with a hint of curiosity and friendliness in her voice: "Hello, I am Mito Miori, a freshman from the Department of International Business. I remember we met in the general education class, and that lively party, you were there too, right?"

Takumi heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, he almost jumped up slightly from his seat, leaned forward, and seemed particularly excited: "Yes, yes, yes, Miori classmate, you have a great memory! I didn't expect you to still remember me, that's great!" His smile was full of joy at the reunion.

At this time, Shiraishi noticed that the atmosphere had changed. He finished his lunch in time, put away the empty lunch box, and prepared to leave quietly, secretly speculating that Miori might need some private space to talk with Takumi.

"Then, the next time will be left to you two young people." There was a hint of imperceptible consideration and tacit understanding in his words, and then he stood up.

However, Takumi seemed to have something urgent to discuss. He quickly reached out and gently but firmly pressed Shiraishi's shoulder, "Shiraishi, don't worry, I have something very important that needs your help. I have been looking for you for a while. "There was a hint of urgency in his tone.

Hearing this, Shiraishi couldn't help but smile bitterly, pointing to the bowl of "Yoko-ichidon" on the table that he hadn't even started eating yet - the signature large rice bowl that everyone praised in the school cafeteria, "Look, I just ordered this rice..."

But Takumi obviously didn't intend to give up, his eyes were full of persistence..