Zongman: Succubus Shota, a new ability every day

"Nasuno, I'm back~~" He announced to his pet cat that he was home and walked into the entrance. However, at this point in time, he felt something was wrong - he found two pairs of shoes that he hadn't seen when he left the house!

"Ah, Shiraishi, you're back." Mai appeared with the sound of slippers. She smiled at Shiraishi and said, "I'm back too."

"Ms. Mai, you're back! Doesn't the movie still have to be filmed for several days?" Shiraishi asked in surprise.

"There's only the part in the studio left to shoot so I came back first." Mai explained. In fact, Shiraishi hasn't seen Mai smile like this for a month.

“…” Shiraishi looked at Mai with his heart filled with joy and happiness.

"Why are you staring at me?" Mai said shyly.

"I want to say that my Miss Mai is getting more and more beautiful." Bai Shi said sincerely.

"Are you happy?" After leaving this sentence, Mai 14 returned to the living room and Shiraishi followed closely behind her.

"Bai Shi, have you had dinner?" Mai asked with concern.

"I had already eaten something at the party and then went to work, so it's no problem," Shiraishi replied.

"Well, are there any cute girls at the party that you like?" Mai asked half-jokingly.

In fact, Shiraishi had already called Mai the previous night to tell her that he was going to attend the general education class party. Mai didn't object, but instead encouraged Shiraishi to interact with different people. However, she also warned him at the end: "If you dare to be unfaithful, I will not forgive you."

"No, I didn't see any girl I liked." Shiraishi replied.

"That's a pity." Mai said with a smile.

"Ah, but..." Bai Shi seemed to have something to say.

"What? Actually there is, right?" Mai noticed it keenly.

"Well, there is one." Bai Shi admitted.

"Oh, really? What kind of girl is that?" Mai asked curiously.

"She's a schoolgirl who doesn't carry a cell phone," Shiraishi described.

"...You're not saying that you're the only one who can see that girl?" Mai said jokingly.

Shiraishi could understand why Mai said that. After all, it was a rare sight to see a student without a cell phone...at least, this was the first time Shiraishi had encountered one since he started school. Besides himself...

"I feel a little uneasy too. I'll confirm it again at school next week," said Shiraishi.

"Oh, I see. Well, I'll go back first." Mai picked up the bag next to the sofa and prepared to leave.

"Huh? Are you leaving?" Bai Shi was a little surprised.

"Well, I have to get up early tomorrow too. I'll be going to school on Wednesday." Mai said as she walked quickly towards the entrance.

"Let me take you downstairs." Bai Shi walked over and wanted to take Mai downstairs.

"No need, it will be troublesome if people take pictures of you, so just stop here. The agency has been very strict lately." Mai said, while grabbing Shiraishi's arm to keep her balance, and taking turns putting on the pair of ankle-lace-up shoes with her feet.

"There are some souvenirs I prepared for you in the refrigerator. You and Yukino can eat them together." Mai instructed.

"I'll eat it before Yukino takes it away." Shiraishi replied with a smile.

After hearing Shiraishi's response, Mai smiled softly, then reached out and pinched his cheeks with both hands.

"What are you doing?" Bai Shi asked with a pout like an octopus.

"Nothing, I just thought it was funny." Mai said, and laughed as if she found her behavior very funny.

Maybe it's because we haven't seen each other for a long time, and Mai is so happy that she's a little restless, so she suddenly wants to play a prank. Since Mai looks so happy, it's okay. Even if there's no special reason, just seeing Mai's smile is enough.

Mai let go of Shiraishi's cheek, said "goodbye", and then waved slightly and left. Shiraishi was immersed in the afterglow of Mai's happiness, and waited for a while before quietly locking the door.

On Monday, October 550rd, days after the weekend, a drizzle had been falling since morning. Classes began at : AM, the second period. Shiraishi slowly got up and prepared to go out. Around :, he left with Yukino's "Asahi, be careful on your way!"

The temperature was slightly approaching autumn, but the humid air still carried a strong hint of summer. Shiraishi wore a T-shirt and casual, ankle-baring cropped pants, looking just right. Summer hasn't ended yet this year, and winter will probably arrive just when we thought it was over. I don't know if I'm being overly suspicious, but Shiraishi feels like autumn is getting shorter with each passing year.

While Shiraishi was pondering these things, he arrived at Fujisawa Station. Even then, the atmosphere of school and work still lingered. While there were no uniformed junior high and high school students, there were still many students and office workers. Shiraishi passed through the JR ticket gates on the second floor of the station and descended to the Tokaido Line platform.

Chapter 239 Old Friend

After waiting for a while, the 32-minute train to Koganei arrived at the station.

Shiraishi boarded the train as usual, wandering around the familiar carriage for about twenty minutes. He got off at Yokohama Station and transferred to the Keikyu Line, known for its iconic red carriages. His limited express train was bound for Misakiguchi—the front end of Kanagawa Prefecture, which resembles a puppy. Despite being a limited express, it didn't require any extra fares; a standard ticket was all that was needed.

Shiraishi avoided the crowd and settled closer to the front of the train. As the train started moving, he stood by the door, gazing out at the scenery. When he first started school, he couldn't guess where the train was headed even by looking outside. But after six months, he had a rough idea of ​​where it was headed. He also naturally acquired the knowledge of which buildings or facilities caught his eye.

After the train had been running for a while, Shiraishi spotted the prefecture's premier high school baseball school. Seeing the school signaled the train's arrival at the nearest station. Before arriving, Shiraishi passed the time by looking at advertisements inside the train. Hanging on the roof was a banner featuring a fashion magazine featuring Mai. "That outfit is so cute." "It's cute because it's worn by Mai Sakurajima." "Indeed..." two seemingly schoolgirls discussed.

"And she's even cuter in person," said one of the girls.

"Really, this world is so unfair," another girl echoed.

Suddenly, Shiraishi realized he had been staring in a certain direction for too long. That casual gaze seemed to be about to reach a subtle boundary. He quickly adjusted his gaze, letting it wander to the surrounding scenery. This subtle movement, like a ship seeking a safe haven, finally led him to lock onto a familiar figure—Akagi Izumi, standing quietly on the other side of the next carriage door.

With a casual grace, she leaned one shoulder gently against the car door, her back as straight as a pine tree, displaying a unique resilience and confidence. Clutching tightly in her hands was a thick book, its cover engraved only with intricate English letters. Undoubtedly, it was a foreign-language work of equally profound content. Her eyes were focused and profound, as if the entire world was concentrated between the turning pages.

Shiraishi's heart couldn't help but stir. It had been over three years since the day he'd enrolled at school, this junior high school classmate. That reunion, though brief and hasty, was enough to reconnect their memories. However, since that chance encounter, their worlds seemed to have returned to parallel paths, never to intersect again.

"You...are Shiraishi, right?"

"And you, are Akagi?"

A simple greeting, bearing the traces of the past, also foreshadows the uncertainty of the future. With the appearance of Kazuka, Yushi hurriedly bids farewell, leaving behind only a faint trace of his back and a cheerful "goodbye." Shiraishi knows that the friendship they once shared as classmates wasn't deep enough for him to actively cross that invisible boundary and seek more communication.

Six months passed quickly, and the only news Shiraishi had about Yumi was that she had chosen the nursing department. While the medical and nursing departments at his school had different goals, they had something in common because they shared common subjects.

During the weekly general education courses, one can occasionally see nursing students walking around the campus. At last week's party, the presence of two boys from the nursing department and a girl from the medical department reminded Shiraishi of Yumi, the girl who also worked silently in the medical field.

At this moment, when Bai Shi's eyes accidentally met Yu Shi again, she seemed to notice something and turned her head slightly. The glasses she remembered were gone, but her eyes were still bright, as if they could see into people's hearts.

She blinked gently, twice, three times, then resumed her previous posture and continued reading, only occasionally glancing out the window at the rain that had stopped at some point.

As the train slowly came to a stop, Shiraishi and Ikumi's chance encounter quietly ended. He stepped out of the train, onto the platform, and through the ticket gate, entering a whole new world: Kanazawa Hakkei Station, a place revitalized by renovation. Modern facilities and a convenient transportation network offered him unprecedented convenience and comfort.

After passing the station, he set out on the road to school. The scenery along the way was both familiar and unfamiliar, but each step was filled with longing and anticipation for the future. As he entered the campus, the straight ginkgo tree trail led him forward like a path to his dreams. The gymnasium, the playground, the main school building... every place carried the sweat and dreams of these students.

The aftermath of last Friday was rekindled as Takumi approached with curiosity. "What happened the next day? You and Meidong just left like that, and the boys were all upset." Takumi's words were tinged with playfulness, his eyes gleaming with inquiry.

Chapter 240 Meeting again

Shiraishi looked bewildered, clearly puzzled by Takumi's sudden leaps of thought. "What happened next? Nothing special. We just went our separate ways after the party. I had to work, so we separated at the station," he explained simply, a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Tsk tsk, that doesn't sound exciting enough." Takumi shook his head with a smile on his lips, "But if something really happens, I will have to stand up for my brothers." There was a hint of joking in his words, but Shiraishi could sense the seriousness hidden behind him.

Shiraishi didn't respond, letting Takumi ramble on. The conversation ranged from karaoke and laughter to Kirishima Touko's latest, his topics hopping from one topic to another. Shiraishi was familiar with Kirishima Touko. Her unique voice, garnering widespread acclaim online, captivated everyone from young teenagers to mature adults. Her mysterious presence fueled a deep curiosity about her true identity.

"Kirishima Toruko is still very popular now, and it seems that her popularity is constantly rising." Shiraishi couldn't help but interrupt and express his opinion.

"She's not just popular, she's absolutely hot! Every song she sings creates a sensation." Takumi said excitedly, then pulled out his phone from his pocket and handed it to Shiraishi, "Listen to this, her new song, it's amazing!"

On the screen, a pair of bare feet gently tapped the emerald green grass. The image, though simple, was filled with poetry. As the music began, a clear, magnetic voice seemed to penetrate the screen, striking the heart. The camera slowly moved from her toes to her back and then her profile, never revealing her full face. Shiraishi was captivated by this sense of mystery, yet a hint of doubt welled up within him—this voice seemed familiar.

"Is this Kirishima Toruko's new song?" Shiraishi asked with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"That's right, and there's an interesting rumor." Takumi said mysteriously, "Some people say that the mysterious beauty in this cover commercial is actually Sakurajima Mai."

Shiraishi was stunned by this, then shook his head. "How is that possible? Miss Mai is a public figure. If she really was Kirishima Touko, she would have revealed her face long ago," he retorted, though still feeling a little shaken. After all, Mai's voice was equally unique, bearing some resemblance to Kirishima Touko's.

"I think so too, but there are indeed people spreading it online." Takumi shrugged, indicating that he was just hearsay. "But then again, her voice does sound a bit like Mai's, right?"

Shiraishi didn't answer, but silently pondered this possibility. Just then, they had reached the door of classroom 301. Today was the second foreign language class. Shiraishi had chosen Spanish, while Takumi had chosen Chinese because of his love for Chinese characters.

"Then I'll go in first. See you tonight." Shiraishi said goodbye to Takumi and walked into the classroom. He found a seat by the window, but his eyes drifted out involuntarily. Kirishima Touko's singing seemed to still echo in his ears, and the image of Sakurajima Mai loomed faintly in his mind. All of this left him feeling both confused and excited.

As Shiraishi entered the classroom, he was greeted by a burst of bright, melodious laughter from five girls seated near the entrance. They were dressed in matching colors, their long skirts a subtle transition between yellow and light khaki, their matching T-shirts complementing the overall look, and their sneakers adding a touch of casualness to the harmonious atmosphere. If one didn't know the truth, their attire could easily mistake them for members of a youthful idol group.

He walked past the group of laughing and talking girls and took a seat in the center of the classroom, near the hallway. The layout of this classroom was different from his high school days. While the width was similar, the length was extended, giving it a sense of depth and length. Shiraishi pulled his Spanish textbook and the math handouts he needed for his part-time job at the cram school from his backpack. He opened the math handouts first, intending to review them in advance to fully prepare for the evening class.

Just as he was lost in thought, a familiar voice interrupted his concentration: "Would it be convenient for me to sit here?" He looked up and saw it was Meidong Miori, whom he had met at the general education class party last Friday. She still had the eye-catching half-bun hairstyle she had that day, and she looked particularly energetic.

Shiraishi felt a bit embarrassed. After all, he had just heard Takumi mention that the boys were quite critical of him and Miori leaving together. If he continued to sit with her at this point, he might cause unnecessary trouble. "It's not convenient," he tried to decline, but Miori seemed to have made up her mind. She gently pressed down her long skirt and sat down next to him naturally.

"There are other empty seats." Shiraishi reminded, trying to guide her to choose another seat.

"Because I just looked around, and you're the only one I recognize." Miori's answer was simple and direct, revealing an inexplicable loneliness. Shiraishi knew that second language courses offered a variety of options, and perhaps her choice of Spanish was driven by this desire for familiarity.

Chapter 241 Girl’s Troubles

Ugh……

Miori's sigh echoed softly in the quiet library, like a gentle breeze on a summer afternoon, inadvertently stirring a ripple of emotion. She deliberately made the sigh sound long and slightly helpless, as if seeking some kind of resonance, or perhaps trying to attract the attention of Shiraishi beside her.

However, Shiraishi seemed to be in another world, his pen tip dancing on the paper, and every number and every symbol gradually revealed the outline of the answer under his careful layout. He selectively ignored Miori's sigh, responding with silence and concentration.

Ugh……

Soon, another sigh came, this time clearer and heavier. Miori finally couldn't contain her emotions anymore and asked softly, "Am I annoying you?" There was a hint of uncertainty and self-blame in her tone.

Bai Shi looked up, his eyes gentle and peaceful. "No, you didn't upset me enough to warrant an apology. Really, don't take it personally." He continued to immerse himself in his equations, as if nothing had happened.

But Miori wasn't about to give up. She tried to get more understanding and comfort from Shiraishi. "Do you... want to hear what I have to say?" Her voice was tinged with anticipation and hesitation.

If you want me to listen, I would be happy to listen. Shiraishi's answer was concise and sincere, and he was willing to be the person Miori confided in.

So, Miori slowly told her grievances. During the summer vacation, her friends Manami and others went on vacation to the beach, but did not invite her to join them.

At this point, the corners of her mouth unconsciously twitched, a flicker of disappointment and dissatisfaction in her eyes. She looked down at the Enoshima Stroller keychain hanging on her index finger. It was a souvenir her friends had brought back from the beach, but now it had become a symbol of her loneliness.

You actually like this girl walking around? It seems your friend has a unique taste. Shiraishi said with a hint of teasing, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

You know that too? Miori asked in surprise.

After living in Fujisawa for three years, Shiraishi explained, "I've become familiar with all these local gadgets."

Then, he changed the subject and put forward his own guess: They didn't invite you to the beach, I guess it's because you don't have a mobile phone? In this way, they can't share those interesting moments with you.

Miori glared at Shiraishi, but then regained her composure. She shook her head slightly and fastened her keychain to the zipper of her pencil case, as if trying to sort herself out. "They might be bragging to me about meeting a handsome guy at the beach!" But I didn't hear anything, so I don't know if it's true.

Shiraishi smiled faintly, sensing Miori's reluctance and helplessness. "You look like you're thinking, 'If I go, maybe some handsome guy will hit on me, too,'" he said half-jokingly.

Miori's cheeks flushed slightly as she denied it, "I don't have that expression! I was just thinking about it." She rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes.

"Your personality is really special, I like it very much," Bai Shi said sincerely.

Miori's lips curled up into a smile when she heard this, but she quickly returned to her serious expression. "You look like you're saying, 'This guy is really troublesome.'" She observed Shiraishi's reaction out of the corner of her eye.

No, I mean, although this guy is a bit troublesome, he is also very interesting. " Shiraishi corrected with a smile.

The atmosphere between them gradually became relaxed. However, when Miori mentioned that her friends were planning to hold a social gathering in her honor as an apology, her expression became complicated again. So what? What if I'm just a tool they use to attract boys?

Bai Shi shook his head. "No, I believe you are not that kind of person. Besides, with you at the party, the boys' level will definitely improve a lot. Last week's party is the best proof of that."

Miori gave a bitter smile and said, "Shiraishi-san, who do you take me for? I'm not a tool to attract boys."

I know you're not, but you're certainly popular. Maybe that's why your friends didn't invite you to the beach, afraid you'd steal their limelight." Shiraishi's words were a bit playful, but more of an affirmation of Miori.

Miori sighed, feeling truly helpless and exhausted. "If I don't want to go to the social, then I shouldn't go. I don't want to be bothered by this meaningless worry anymore." There was a hint of determination and relief in her words.

Bai Shi nodded. "Yes, following your heart is the most important thing. If you don't want to go, then refuse." His eyes were full of encouragement and support.

At this time, another person came into his sight.

It was someone Shiraishi knew, Hirokawa Uzuki.

Shiraishi smiled in response to Uzuki's enthusiasm, but he felt a touch of surprise at Miori's sudden question. "Yes, you do meet all kinds of people in life," he said calmly, trying to mitigate the subtle shift in the air.

Chapter 242 Friend Candidate

Uzuki seemed oblivious to the subtle tension between the two. She skipped back to her seat, still clutching the cup of bubble tea, as if it were the source of her energy. Her curious eyes darted back and forth between Shiraishi and Miori, seemingly filled with curiosity about their relationship.

"Mito, your name is so beautiful, just like you are lovely." Uzuki suddenly turned to Miori and praised her generously. Miori was stunned for a moment, then smiled in response, although she still felt a little uncomfortable with Shiraishi's words "including you".

"Thank you for the compliment. Hirokawa-san is also very lively." Miori responded politely, trying her best to make her tone sound natural.

Seeing this, Shiraishi decided to change the subject to avoid further awkwardness. "Speaking of which, Uzuki, why are you here so suddenly? I thought you were supposed to be preparing for the concert or rehearsing?" He asked in a lighthearted manner, hoping to draw attention away from the two of them.

"Oh, well, I've had some free time lately, so I thought I'd come over to school and experience campus life." Uzuki explained, her eyes gleaming with longing for campus life. "Also, I want to see what Kazuka and the others' college life is like."

Shiraishi and Miori both smiled knowingly when they mentioned Kazuka, a mutual friend and a devoted fan of Uzuki, which only deepened their friendship.

"By the way, Meidong, you seem quite interested in the social gathering." Mao Yue suddenly changed the subject and brought the conversation back to the social gathering. "If you want to go, I can introduce you to some handsome guys! I have quite a few high-quality guys among my fans."

Miori's cheeks flushed slightly when she heard this. She glared at Uzuki and said in fake anger, "I didn't! I was just listening."

Bai Shi watched the two of them playfully, feeling an inexplicable sense of security in his heart, as if he had returned to a carefree era.