He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

Shirakawa felt warm and slippery, just like a cat.

Then it suddenly occurred to him that when Mito Cherry fell, she also had a special fondness for this kind of thing.

Slender fingers covered in liquid.

The moment their eyes met, Shirakawa had a feeling that Mitsu Sakura had already fallen.

Midori Sakura realized what was happening, her face turning bright red, and she quickly spat out Shirakawa's fingertip.

"Ptooey, ptooey, so disgusting, you otaku, you're such a kimo." Mito Sakura showed a disgusted expression.

"You were the one who started it, weren't you?"

Ding bell~

The bell rang for class.

Shirakawa quickly closed the lunchbox, put it away, and rushed to the classroom with his backpack.

The scene from just now kept replaying in my mind.

Mido Sakura, on the other hand, looked into her own ravine and could clearly see the trend of curry soup.

Use your index finger to gently rub out the remaining curry sauce.

Put your fingertip to your lips and lick it slowly.

A very strange feeling welled up inside me, as if a sealed door had been quietly opened.

Am I too hungry? Or is the curry just too delicious?

Mitsu Sakura muttered to herself as she walked toward the classroom.

And in the building next door that the window faces.

Yayoi Akiyama was secretly recording what had just happened with her phone from the window.

Because of the glass barrier, the route became slightly distorted.

That's not enough, that's not enough.

More evidence is needed.

More evidence of Shirakawa's manipulation of emotions.

Akiyama Yayoi's lips curled up into a smug smile.

24. Change seats? (The eve of the event)

Back to the classroom.

Shirakawa picked up his schoolbag and sat back down in his seat.

Since Mr. Okada was dismissed, Mr. Akita is currently teaching the math class.

"Hey, Shirakawa, why are you taking so long?" Nikaido asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing, she's just eating slowly," Shirakawa replied.

“Oh, Midori Sakura… um…” Nikaido hesitated a bit.

Nikaido actually wanted to say something bad about Midori, but he felt it would be immoral to do so. A loyal and kind older sister shouldn't be bothered by such trivial matters.

However, on the other hand, Nikaido also began to feel increasingly anxious and uncertain.

She might even be a little jealous of Mitsu Sakura, who gets to live next to Shirakawa.

"You really live next to Mido's house?"

"Yes."

"With my parents?"

"Myself."

"Since you're home alone, make sure to lock the doors and windows and be careful," Misaki Nikaido instructed.

The implication is that Shirakawa should be wary of Midori Sakura's nighttime attack.

"Big sister, don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

“How about this, let’s add each other on Line. If anything happens at home or a stranger knocks on the door, just message me and I’ll bring people to protect you.” Misaki Nikaido opened the QR code and handed her phone to Shirakawa.

"It's really nothing, boss." Shirakawa added her on Line, and her profile picture was a Schwarzenegger-themed bear.

She truly is the boss, possessing both cuteness and fierceness.

The phone was returned to Nikaido, who then used it to confirm adding the friend and change the nickname.

Shirakawa even had the illusion that she was a weak woman being protected by Nikaido.

It's fine to keep it this way.

Until he caught a glimpse of Mito Maki sitting in the front side out of the corner of his eye.

Maki's gaze seemed to be fixed on the teacher, who was listening attentively to the lesson, but she vaguely felt that the teacher was watching her.

The pen tip raced across the notebook, seemingly writing furiously, but in reality, it was just scribbling and doodling.

The fragile paper was scratched with countless deep marks by the sharp pen tip.

She looks like she's going to chew up her notebook.

We need to find a purifying solution right away!

Shirakawa couldn't help but shudder, instinctively averting his gaze.

Then I saw Mito Sakura sucking on the pad of her index finger in her seat.

The moment Shirakawa and she made eye contact, Mitsu Sakura immediately blushed and turned her head away.

Hmm~ I feel like Midori Sakura is acting a little strange.

After all, they are the heroines of adult films, so it's understandable that they have rich emotions.

As long as I don't have a romantic relationship with them, the system on my phone will still work.

Shirakawa felt like he was a bit of a jerk.

The girl next to her, Ayako Hanyu, still had that messy, long, mushroom-shaped blue hair that completely covered her face.

She was engrossed in playing her Switch, and although she was also on the list of those who had fallen from grace, she still made Shirakawa worry-free.

I doubt anyone would want to abduct her.

By the way, I chatted with Nikaido for so long just now, why didn't the teacher care?

Shirakawa looked towards the podium and saw Akita-sensei explaining a problem. He looked listless, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, and his lecture seemed weak and listless. He didn't care about maintaining discipline and let the students below whisper among themselves.

It's very suspicious. Why would she act like this?

We need to find out some information.

Shirakawa nudged Nikaido's shoulder. "Big sister, do you have anything about the teacher...?"

"Teacher!" Mito Maki suddenly raised her hand.

The previously chattering classroom instantly fell silent.

"Ah, Maki-san, is there a problem?"

"Teacher, the students in the back row are always talking, which seriously affects our normal class and learning." Mito Maki stood up, pointed in Shirakawa's direction, and spoke righteously.

The whole class was talking, but Shirakawa was the only one being criticized.

Even someone as slow-witted as Shirakawa would understand.

Maki must be a little jealous.

"Shirakawa, stand at the back of the classroom and listen to the lesson," Akita-sensei said sternly.

Shirakawa had no choice but to obediently stand at the back.

When Mitsu Maki saw Shirakawa and Nikaido chatting so enthusiastically, she was indeed filled with jealousy.

Although she could accept everything about Shirakawa, she wanted to make him more outstanding and reliable.

Study hard, reach the top, see more scenery, and have a brighter future.

Whatever you do is better than just chatting idly with that muscle-bound idiot who only knows how to fight.

Suddenly, an idea arose in Maki's mind.

"Teacher, I have a suggestion regarding the discipline of our class." Mito Maki adjusted the armband of the discipline committee member on her arm.

"What proposal?"

"The class hasn't changed seats in a long time, and the discipline has always been poor. The transfer student, Shirakawa, just joined the class, so we can't put him in the back row. It's inconvenient for him to listen to the lesson; he can't see the blackboard if he's too far away, and he's easily disturbed..."

Her words were a veiled insult to Misaki Nikaido in the back row.

Nikaido looked extremely displeased, but he couldn't get up to argue. It goes without saying who had more authority in a debate between a delinquent student and a disciplinary committee member.

"Therefore, I propose that we hold a class quiz next week and rearrange the seats according to the scores."

Midori's plan was shrewd.