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

Screams and noises came from inside.

Ah, those were the days of my student days, so naive and innocent.

Although dating is allowed in Japanese high schools, Akita, as a teacher, naturally wants them to prioritize their studies.

No matter how sweet a relationship is nowadays, couples will always break up for one reason or another once they get to college.

Well... I've never been in a relationship myself.

I studied in high school, then university, and then I was assigned to be a teacher here. Even the blind dates my family arranged for me to meet weren't suitable...

As Akita pondered this, Shirakawa's image appeared in his mind.

She fanned herself vigorously with the small plastic fan, trying to fan his image out of her mind.

Why do I have to think about that scumbag boyfriend who manipulated me?

"It's quite lively here."

Hmm? That familiar voice...

Akita turned his head and saw Shirakawa strolling around with Ako, who was blushing and had her head down.

Akita was quite startled.

Shirakawa? Why is the girl next to him Aya again?

He really is a scumbag who cheats on his wife with multiple women.

besides...

Akita felt the little mouth inside his clothes purse reflexively, as if recalling what Shirakawa had done to him.

She hurriedly covered her bodycon skirt with one hand to suppress her excitement, and took out a health and hygiene book from her book box with the other, opened it, and used it to cover her face.

Both of them were completely absorbed by the stalls in the corridor and had not yet noticed Mr. Akita.

Shirakawa was walking side by side with Ako when suddenly he stopped at a small stall.

It's a small stall selling textiles and weaving products, including scarves, gloves, knitted hats, and more.

I never imagined that scumbag would be interested in something like this.

"Young man, are you interested in textiles? For just 1000 yuan, you can have a textile experience, and you can take the finished product home as a gift for your girlfriend next door." The stall owner, a quiet girl wearing glasses, slowly introduced the stall to Bai Chuan.

The moment she looked up and carefully examined Shirakawa, her well-rehearsed welcoming words paused for a moment.

This unnatural action instantly reminded Shirakawa that she was the naive girl in the arms of the blond-haired senior at the Nagasaki club.

Although she was wearing a mask at the time, her youthful and quiet demeanor, along with her neat school uniform as before, allowed Shirakawa to recognize her.

She also wore black-rimmed glasses, which made her appear even more reserved.

The quiet junior also recognized her; she would never forget the savior who had rescued her.

Shirakawa pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down.

"I want to knit a glove and give it to the aunt next door."

Huh? This scumbag is actually quite filial to his elders!

Akita's impression of him changed slightly.

"Ah, oh, okay." The quiet junior student had just realized what was happening when she hurriedly searched for needles and thread under the stall.

The movement was too large, and before I could hold them properly, all the needles and threads scattered and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the yarn used for knitting gloves was quite thick, so it was easy to pick them up and put them away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the quiet junior student apologized repeatedly.

"It's okay, take your time packing, no rush."

"Well then, Shirakawa, I'll go over there and check out the divination..."

It seems that Ako has something she wants to have divined.

"Okay, go ahead. I'll come over after I finish knitting the gloves."

Yako left.

Only the two of them remained at the stall.

"If you need one, I can make one for you as a way of repaying you," said the quiet junior.

"This is a gift for my aunt. Of course, it has to be made by hand to show my sincerity," Shirakawa said.

I originally wanted to use the money I got from that lady to buy a return gift for my aunt, but I've been so busy with other things that I haven't had any free time to buy it.

My aunt wouldn't accept anything too expensive, and something too cheap wouldn't express my feelings. Only this handmade gift would be appropriate.

"Oh, I see. You're such a kind person," the quiet junior student exclaimed.

If it weren't for Shirakawa, she would probably be that blond senior's plaything or someone else's by now.

A party, a moment of indulgence, a moment of relaxation—these cast a shadow that can never be erased from one's life.

She had originally planned to wallow in self-pity, but Shirakawa's words and gentle treatment gave her the courage to start a new life.

"I... I don't think so." Shirakawa thought of the girls who were always around him. If he had to say, "scumbag" was more accurate.

"Thank you for helping me back then."

"It's nothing, just a small favor, don't worry about it. Let's hurry up and knit the gloves, there are still people waiting for me."

"it is good."

The two faced each other, and the junior first demonstrated the knitting technique to Shirakawa. In order to learn the junior's knitting method, Shirakawa moved closer to observe.

Shirakawa learned quickly, and after a short while, he had basically grasped the essentials and began to compile in a respectable manner.

Oh no, they're standing too close together and their voices are getting softer, so I can't hear what they're saying at all.

Akita was very curious about Shirakawa. He wanted to move his chair closer to listen, but he was afraid of being exposed and being forced to do this or that by Shirakawa.

Just then, some guests arrived, leaving Akita with no choice but to abandon his eavesdropping and attend to them.

"Was that your girlfriend just now?" The quiet junior looked in Yazi's direction. "She's so beautiful, I'm so envious."

Yako was seen chatting animatedly with the fortune teller at the fortune-telling booth.

"No, just a friend."

While knitting gloves, Shirakawa chatted with his quiet junior.

"I feel like she'll be your girlfriend very soon..."

"No, my girlfriend... um... never mind."

Deep down, Shirakawa didn't really want to admit that Maki was his girlfriend, because if he did, his ambiguous behavior with other girls would be considered cheating on him countless times.

"I suddenly have a question I want to ask you."

"You say."

"If many people like you at the same time, and you can't choose among them, what should you do?"

Shirakawa asked his junior a rather personal question.

It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.

One is the redeemer, and the other is the redeemed. The two are brought together by a helping hand, and naturally, some issues come up in their conversation.

Scythia's reply was definitely that the small head controls the big head, that kind of thing doesn't matter, morality and values ​​are just irrelevant obstacles, just do it first and then talk about it later.

He wanted to hear other people's answers.

"Have you ever heard of Greek mythology?" The quiet junior student pushed up her glasses.

"I heard a little bit, what's wrong?"

"Many people complain that Greek mythology is a myth about gods having romantic relationships with each other. Zeus, the king of the gods, constantly had affairs, and his offspring caused chaos throughout Olympus. He had many lovers, including his cousin, his own sister, his niece, his granddaughter, and even men. Sometimes he would even transform into animals and other animals... You know what I mean." It was a bit embarrassing to talk about, so the junior could avoid mentioning the animals.

"I see."

"Therefore, although those laws and regulations stipulate the so-called monogamy system, whether in mythology or reality, as long as all parties agree, polygamy and polyandry are all possible."

Shirakawa nodded thoughtfully.

"Well, if those girls really like you, being by your side might be the greatest happiness for them. Of course, some people might not be able to accept other women, but none of that matters. As long as you are strong enough and can treat them sincerely, everything will fall into place naturally."

"Powerful? What do you mean?"

"It means having money or power, being able to buy a big house, and being able to afford their expenses, so that they can feel happy both materially and spiritually."

"I see..."

Similar to Cecilia's point of view, but the bespectacled junior, who was also human, was more convincing in her persuasion.

As long as you treat them well and are strong enough, being with them at the same time is not a problem at all.

"Thank you for your suggestion." Shirakawa finished knitting the gloves.

"This is what I should do."

The junior student was also very happy to be able to help her benefactor.

Shirakawa held a pair of coarse cloth gloves made of thick gray thread. They were quite rough, with some parts not yet finished, but they were indeed made by Shirakawa.