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

Shiraishi stood on the bustling street, holding the postcard-sized invitation tightly in his hand, and his heart could not help but ripple. "Shiraishi, is this related to you?"

Rio's voice seemed to still echo in his ears, with a hint of imperceptible worry. He sighed softly and pulled his thoughts back to reality. This invitation from Yushi has undoubtedly become the center of a small vortex in his recent life.

On the invitation, the specific information of the class reunion was neatly written - November 27, a day that seemed ordinary but hidden waves.

The scenery of the Yokohama Bay area, especially the bridge across the sky, is always closely connected with certain fragments of youth in Shiraishi's memory.

"Akagi Yushi also dreamed of the class reunion, right?" Shiraishi thought to himself, and Yushi's face, which was always slightly melancholy, appeared in his mind. The words of her ex-boyfriend, Seiichi Kosaka, were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up waves.

The messages about "dreaming" on social networking sites seemed to indicate something, making people wonder if all this was just a coincidence.

"This is what I want to ask." Shiraishi whispered to himself. He knew that once he began to seek answers to some things, he might reveal a past that he didn't want to face. But at this moment, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and move forward.

The magazine section of the convenience store became his temporary haven to escape from reality. Mai's fashion magazines and the bright smiles of the sweet bullet boys, these seemingly irrelevant pictures, gave him a little comfort at this moment.

He thought self-deprecatingly that perhaps hiding a magazine in his stomach could really give him more courage when facing the unknown.

Taking the Enoden, Shiraishi seemed to have traveled back to that carefree high school time. The leisure in the car, the scattered houses, the ensemble of wheels and rails, all of these are so familiar and strange.

He realized that since he entered college, he had not enjoyed this journey so quietly for a long time. The hustle and bustle on the north side of the station almost made him forget the tranquility and beauty on the south side.

The train slowly left Enoshima Station and entered the road section. Shiraishi's eyes were attracted by the scenery outside the window. Those stone walls and plants of the houses that he used to see seemed so close at this moment, as if they were within reach.

He was worried about whether he would collide with them, but every time this thought flashed through his mind, the intersection of the track and the national highway would instantly dye the car window blue, which was the color of the sea, a symbol of freedom and hope.

"One stop after another, Shichirigahama Station." A calm female broadcast voice sounded.

On the slightly lonely platform of Qilihama Station, Shiraishi slowly got off the train. The scene in front of him seemed to be timeless. The station was shrouded in a layer of gentle tranquility, as quiet and silent as if isolated from the world.

In sharp contrast to the bustling scene in the train just now, there were almost no hurried travelers here. Only the occasional sound of the wind and the gentle hum of the waves in the distance intertwined into a melodious song.Prelude.

However, this tranquility does not make people feel lonely, but rather brings an indescribable warmth. The sea breeze, carrying the breath of the tide, gently brushed across Shiraishi's face, as if it was a hug when old friends met again, instantly awakening the memories hidden deep in his heart.

This familiar and slightly salty smell penetrated his nasal cavity and flowed along his blood vessels to his whole body. Every cell trembled slightly under this gentle wrapping.

After passing through the ticket gate, Shiraishi gently raised his IC card. With a "beep", he officially stepped into this place full of memories.

After walking a few steps, a small bridge came into view. At the other end of the bridge, the school building in memory stood quietly, as if it was a secret garden specially reserved for him by time.

Fengyuan High School, the place where he had spent three years of his youth, is now welcoming his return with a brand new attitude.

Although it was the same route, Shiraishi chose the opposite direction from everyone else, crossing the unopened level crossing and stepping towards the familiar yet unfamiliar school gate.

Standing in front of the school gate, Shiraishi took a deep breath, as if he was performing a ritual, and then slowly stepped into the half-open door. An unprecedented sense of tension arose spontaneously, a feeling he had never had during his student days.

As a graduate, his identity at this moment has quietly changed, becoming an outsider on this campus. Dressed in casual clothes, he actually felt a little uncomfortable on this land that once belonged to him.

Fortunately, today is Sunday, and the campus is empty. Only the occasional sound of basketball hitting and the rustling of leaves in the distance broke the tranquility.

Shiraishi walked straight to the school building without meeting any classmates or teachers. His destination was clear - the academic affairs office. (To read the most exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

In front of the glass door of the academic office, Bai Shi said "excuse me" softly, and then knocked on the door. Inside the door, a kind administrative lady poked her head out and looked at him with familiar yet slightly unfamiliar eyes. .