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

The appearance of Sara made Kento's voice change instantly. He was obviously surprised by this sudden visitor. Sara smiled and bowed slightly, breaking the awkward atmosphere in her unique gentle way: "Is it convenient to disturb you now? It seems that you are chatting."

"Huh, Himeji-san?"

Kento shouted in surprise, his voice full of disbelief. Sara smiled slightly and responded: "See you again after the sixth class." Her appearance made Kento feel a little at a loss. He was even embarrassed to wave back and could only smile awkwardly.

Juri was silently observing all this, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes. Shiraishi broke the silence at the right time: "Himeji-san, what can I do for you?"

He knew clearly that "350" Sara was not his student, so he guessed that she might be looking for Kento or Juri.

Sara smiled and explained the purpose of her visit: "Can I observe Mr. Azusagawa's class?" There was a hint of expectation and request in her tone. Shiraishi frowned slightly when he heard this: "If you want to really understand mathematics, it's better to find Futaba teacher. I remember I said that, right?"

However, Sara shook her head and showed a mischievous smile: "I thought so at first, but now I have lost confidence."

"What happened?" Shiraishi asked with concern. Sara blinked her long eyelashes with a hint of curiosity and expectation: "Because Yamada-san got 30 points."

As soon as this sentence came out, Kento blushed immediately, and Juri whispered: "Teacher Shiraishi, that's personal privacy!"

When Kento was about to refute Juri, Sara had already generously sat in the empty seat between them, picked up Kento's answer sheet and looked at it, then smiled and teased: "Ah, it's really 30 points."

Kento was speechless by this sudden blow, and could only face forward again and sit up straight.

Shiraishi looked at this scene and couldn't help laughing in his heart. The boy's reaction is always so direct and simple, as if all the emotions are written on his face. However, he also realized that it was not appropriate to continue to leak personal information, so he announced the end of the break and resumed the class.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, the lights of the cram school were on time, paving a road of knowledge for the upcoming course. Eighty minutes later at 8:20 in the evening, with the last stroke of the formula erased, Mr. Shiraishi ended today's teaching. He slowly stood up, looked around the classroom full of youthful atmosphere, and then became the last person to leave.

In the classroom, Sara was carefully arranging the chairs that Kento had casually discarded. Her movements were light and orderly, as if she was drawing the last touch of warmth for this space that was about to be silent. Shiraishi secretly praised in his heart, turned around and left the class area, and went to the staff room.

In the staff room, he quickly summarized today's teaching content on the daily report. This meticulous work was already a piece of cake for him.

Ten minutes later, he was about to leave, but wasThe cram school teacher stopped him and asked about Sara. After five minutes of brief communication, Shiraishi got to know more about this student who suddenly visited him, and also felt an inexplicable intimacy.

In the locker room, Shiraishi changed into casual clothes and felt much more relaxed. He said hello to Rio who was still in the staff room: "I'm leaving first." At this time, the clock had pointed to 8:40, and 20 minutes had passed since the end of get out of class.

Mai would come to prepare dinner for him tonight. This expectation was like a ray of warm sunshine in the autumn wind, making him eager to go home. The elevator door slowly opened, and Shiraishi stepped in almost without hesitation and quickly pressed the "close door" button.

However, just when the door was about to close, "Ah, please wait a moment!" A hurried voice sounded, and Sara squeezed in through the crack of the door like an uninvited guest.

"Safe on base." Sara said with a playful smile, while Shiraishi shook his head helplessly, "This is out." As he said this, he changed the "open door" button that he had pressed in a hurry just now back to "close door".

This time, the door finally closed steadily, and the elevator slowly descended 0 .....

"Teacher Azusagawa is indeed very long to pronounce. Can I call you Teacher Shiraishi like Yamada-san?" Sara's voice broke the silence in the elevator, with a hint of temptation and expectation.

"As long as your tone is more respectful than Yamada-san." Shiraishi replied with a smile, feeling surprised by this sudden closeness.

"Got it, Teacher Shiraishi." Sara's voice was full of joy, and a crisp laugh came from the depths of her throat, as if the distance between the two had been invisibly shortened a lot.

"I'm surprisingly approachable." Shiraishi said self-deprecatingly, and Sara responded seriously: "In a positive sense, I'm not really like a teacher."

"In a positive sense, right?" Shiraishi nodded with a smile, and the elevator just happened to reach the first floor at this time.

After walking out of the elevator, the two naturally walked towards the station. Sara explained where she was going and mentioned that her mother would come to pick her up. Just as she took out her mobile phone from her schoolbag, a hand towel accidentally slipped off.

Shiraishi subconsciously bent down to pick it up, but unexpectedly, their heads lowered at the same time and hit each other hard.

"It hurts~~" Sara covered her forehead with both hands, and Shiraishi also felt a heat coming from her forehead. The two smiled at each other, and the embarrassment disappeared in the laughter.

"Teacher Shiraishi, are you okay? My head is made of iron." Sara said jokingly, and Shiraishi replied with a wry smile: "It might really be broken in two."

Sara approached anxiously to check. The posture of the two may seem a little ambiguous to outsiders, but they themselves only think that this is a rare manifestation of friendship.

After confirming that Shiraishi was fine, Sara answered her mother's call, then said goodbye to Shiraishi and disappeared into the night.

Back at the downstairs of the apartment, he checked the mailbox and took the elevator straight to the fifth floor. The moment the key was inserted into the lock, a voice came from inside the house.A familiar voice came: "Welcome back." He pushed open the door, and a warm breath came to his face. It was the smell of home and the smell of happiness. .