I endured the humiliation and humiliation while being besieged by the ghost story elder sister.

Thankfully, nothing bad happened. Besides, this is the men's restroom. Given Arisa's personality, no matter how suspicious she is, she wouldn't suspect that he deliberately came to the men's restroom to have a rendezvous with another ghost girl.

Well, probably.

Chapter Forty-Four Continued

Fortunately, Arisa did not bring up the matter of Hanako-san again until the bell rang and it was time for club activities.

This relieved Himiko, who grabbed her clothes and went to Hanako's room with practiced ease.

Just as he was changing his clothes, he suddenly heard Hanako's voice.

All I heard her say was, "Hey, Mio! Has Arisa suspected me?"

At noon, as soon as Nozomi left, Hanako began to worry that the devil might suddenly come over, tear down her house, and then rub her against the ground.

then.

She had been living in fear until now, and seeing Xi Ling come over to change clothes as usual, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

While Hiyo was there, she asked about Arisa.

After noticing that the girl was very worried about this, Nozomi, who had already changed her clothes, went up to comfort her.

"It's okay~ Arisa doesn't seem to care, so you don't need to worry so much."

"really?"

"really."

After repeatedly emphasizing that Arisa would not cause her any trouble, Hanako finally let him leave.

When he arrived at the gymnasium, Arisa was already warmed up and running around on the court, seemingly having already started her club activities.

Seeing this, Nozomi, who was still wearing the coat she had taken from Arisa and hadn't returned it yet, silently sat down on the bench.

Arisa naturally saw the boy's figure as well, and in that instant of distraction, the basketball in her hand slipped out of her control.

A small mistake occurred, which made the girls around her a little confused. What was wrong with Arisa?

"Um, Arisa, are you alright?"

"You seem out of sorts today."

In the blink of an eye, a group of girls surrounded her, showering her with concern and asking how she should respond. Arisa was momentarily at a loss as to how to deal with them.

After a while, Arisa, using the excuse of needing to rest, squeezed out from the group of girls with some difficulty.

She sat down next to Xi Ling and, as expected, asked the question.

"Mio, why did you take so long to get to the gym today?"

"Oh? Well... it's a bit cold, so you need to be mentally prepared to change clothes in a toilet stall."

Although he didn't know if Arisa would believe him, since the demon's tail wasn't wrapped around his neck, it was worth a try.

Upon hearing Ximiao's words, the girl's wine-red eyes stared intently at Ximiao's fair face.

Feeling inexplicably guilty under her gaze, Xi Ling resisted the urge to look away. Her pale blue eyes met the girl's gaze, revealing nothing of what she was thinking.

After a while.

Arisa, who felt there was nothing strange about him, also withdrew her gaze and said quietly.

"After the club activities are over, let's go to the pedestrian street in front of the station and buy something to eat."

"Okay~"

Afterwards, Arisa went back to the basketball court and continued practicing, leaving only Mio sitting on the bench with her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

Arisa, who hadn't broken a sweat at all, simply picked up her clothes and put them on before the club activity ended, and that was it.

As soon as the two stepped out of the stadium, the biting wind made them shiver.

"It's so cold."

"How about I give the scarf back to you, Mio?"

After saying that, Arisa pretended to pull off the scarf around her neck and hand it to Nozomi, but the boy quickly stopped her.

"No need! It's just that the stadium has the heating on, and the contrast between the hot and cold is a bit too much for me."

Just like the previous lame excuse, as he tried to explain, Arisa simply smiled and said nothing more.

She quietly took Xi Ling's hand with her slightly warm little hand, and the two of them walked towards the school gate, carrying their schoolbags, through the thick snow.

In the corridor between the teaching buildings not far away, a figure wearing an ill-fitting school uniform was silently watching the young couple holding hands and walking down the road.

Just as Hiyo said, Arisa seemed to have no regard for her at all.

Having taken a huge risk to personally confirm it, Hanako finally felt relieved.

It wasn't that she didn't believe Xi Ling's explanation, but ultimately, he and Arisa were in a romantic relationship, and she couldn't rule out the possibility that she, as his strategist, would be used and discarded by this despicable couple.

Meanwhile, unaware of what Hanako was thinking about Nozomi, Nozomi and Arisa successfully boarded the train back to their apartment.

Because school dismissal time is similar to the evening rush hour, the two of them weren't as lucky as they were yesterday to find seats.

Beside the tram door, Mio leaned against it, with Arisa's imposing, bulging breasts right in front of her.

Even though he was being very careful, the swaying caused by the train turning corners from time to time still gave Himo a taste of what intermittent suffocation felt like.

The girl's orange-scented perfume wafted over, making Ximiao blush slightly and unsure where to look.

He could only silently pray that the tram would arrive at the station soon so that he could be freed from his suffering.

however.

But the girl standing in front of him didn't think that way.

Arisa suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered in a voice only he could hear, "Mio~ Speaking of which, it's been a long time since we've done 'that,' hasn't it?"

"…So what?"

Upon hearing Arisa mention this, Nozomi immediately had a bad feeling.

But he still tried to remain calm and answered, so as not to reveal his uneasy feelings.

Before he could hear Arisa's reply, he felt a soft, boneless hand quietly reach down to his lower back and then suddenly exert force.

Himio was completely embraced by Arisa, and the softness against his face instantly made his brain freeze, leaving him at a loss.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that the girl's delicate hand had already invaded his territory, and her unbridled manner made it seem as if she had already taken advantage of him. Nozomi dared not resist in the train car.

It's always like this on the tram...

Gradually, Hiyo's body went limp and she lost all strength, nestled in Arisa's arms, her pale blue eyes becoming somewhat hazy.

"Do you want to continue?"

Arisa asked with a mischievous grin.

"……continue."

Chapter 45 Cultural Festival

As the school year has been over for some time, the weather has gradually warmed up, and the snow on the streets has melted.

As usual, Hio and Arisa arrived at the school by train. The warm weather allowed them to wear short sleeves instead of being bundled up like dumplings as before.

Fortunately, Arisa never mentioned the matter of Hanako, who was a source of concern, again after that day, which relieved Nozomi.

It wasn't until class started that the teacher, standing on the podium, started talking about the cultural festival the school would be preparing for in the coming period.

The classroom, which had been lifeless because it was 8 a.m., suddenly became bustling with noise, and everyone became excited. Even the drowsy Arisa was intrigued.

"Eh? A cultural festival?"

"When you were in junior high, didn't your school hold one?"

Hearing that Hio seemed somewhat surprised, Arisa couldn't help but ask curiously.

"After all, it's a rural area~ It's already good enough that they can hold a sports meet. If they really hold a cultural festival, I guess not many people will go back to watch it."

"I'm so sorry," said Nozomi, taking the cultural festival flyer from the student in front of her and reading it with great interest.

So much so that when the teacher asked the students for their opinions on what activities should be held for the cultural festival, Nozomi didn't listen.

Arisa was very excited and said she wanted to open a themed café, so the teacher wrote the proposal on the blackboard.

All that remains is to wait for a vote by the entire assembly, with the minority submitting to the majority to make the decision.

a long time.

During the break, Xi Ling learned that while he wasn't paying attention, the whole class had unanimously agreed to open a themed café.

As for the theme, he had no idea, but he had a bad feeling that Arisa had prepared some kind of surprise for him.

Arisa had already left her seat and was talking to a few girls and class committee members about what to prepare and the general plan.

Meanwhile, Xi Ling, who was in charge of slacking off, saw that there was nothing for her to do, so she stood up from her seat and planned to go to the convenience store to buy something to drink.

For some reason, he's been feeling thirsty lately, but luckily the convenience store sells orange juice.

As soon as he stepped out of the classroom, he saw people from various classes in the corridor, all discussing the cultural festival with great enthusiasm.

This made Himiko feel somewhat out of place, so she lowered her head and quickly walked through the crowd.

In no time, he arrived at the small shop at the bottom of the teaching building.

Even though it wasn't lunch break yet, the place was packed with people. You could see that the lady at the convenience store was already having a headache from all the work. If it weren't for the air conditioning, she would definitely be sweating profusely.

After a brief moment of reflection, Ximiao joined the crowded throng. Heaven knows how difficult it must have been for someone his height to push his way through the crowd.

After only buying two bottles of orange juice, Ximiao, who had run out of the crowd, breathed a sigh of relief and silently took out a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead.

"Phew~ This feels even more tiring than fighting Arisa for three hundred rounds."

However, he successfully bought the orange juice, and seeing that it was almost time for class, he walked towards the classroom without looking back.