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

Shirakawa tentatively waved his hand into the air, but there was nothing there.

There was no sound of the tables and chairs being moved.

It's not invisibility...

"Oh, thank you..." Shirakawa thanked his classmate.

"You're welcome!" The classmate laughed and left, without any suspicion about Shirakawa's strange behavior.

Shirakawa then approached other classmates, both boys and girls, and quietly asked them, "Do you know where Anshi Hiroshi is?"

"Isn't it right there?"

"Where is he."

"You've already asked me."

......

Shirakawa walked out of the classroom.

He astutely realized that when An Shi discovered that Shirakawa could escape his hypnosis, he chose to hypnotize the entire class and send them home for refuge.

"Damn it!"

Shirakawa clenched his right fist and slammed it heavily against the wall.

My hand, still bandaged, is in a lot of pain.

But this was the only way Shirakawa could vent his fear and anxiety.

Take a deep breath, Shirakawa, calm down, calm down.

Think carefully about countermeasures and sort out the current situation.

Shirakawa took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying to calm his thoughts.

Let me briefly summarize the current situation.

It is currently confirmed that the blond-haired man is An Shihongzhi, who possesses terrifying hypnotic abilities and can even hypnotize himself.

The terrifying thing about this ability is that you have no way of proving whether you have been hypnotized.

He waved his pocket watch in front of his eyes, gave a random command, and then made him forget that he had been hypnotized.

There is absolutely no way to counter this hypnotic ability.

Let me tell you a ghost story: perhaps Shirakawa is still being hypnotized by Hiroshi An.

Hiroshi An is probably somewhere laughing at his own pathetic state.

As Shirakawa thought this, he couldn't help but start to panic.

On the bright side, due to his own foolishness and carelessness, An Shih-Hiroshi probably received the wrong information that "Shirakawa cannot be hypnotized."

Moreover, as long as you don't look at his pocket watch, there's a high probability that you won't be hypnotized.

It also has a hypnotic effect, though perhaps it won't last that long...

Thinking this way, Shirakawa calmed down a bit.

Leaving aside Akiyama Yayoi, he simply made a point of contacting the Mido sisters. Shirakawa's impression of him comes from their time playing with eroge (a type of Japanese adult game). There is currently no evidence that he has done anything wrong, nor has he done anything out of line under Shirakawa's nose, so his case is of relatively low priority.

After Nikaido entered and exited the infirmary, she inexplicably pressed herself against him. Because he took the wrong medicine, he was forced to have sex with her. After drinking the purification potion, he became amnesiac. Currently, she has a lot of feelings for him, and he also likes her quite a bit. She is a girl he absolutely cannot betray, whether from a moral, ethical, or emotional perspective.

Midori Maki is too obsessed with herself to be sure whether it's because she's been infected by Nikaido's strange state or because Akiyama Yayoi is interfering.

Mido Sakura also showed some signs of infection, but it is still under control.

Their solution was to complete the system task and find the purification potion.

As for Ayako Hanyu, the story of that blue mushroom-headed girl hasn't even begun yet. Her appearance is also quite unpopular. She spends all her time playing games. Unless she's having an online romance, there shouldn't be any major problems.

The investigation between Ms. Akita and the principal is still ongoing, and the only clue they have is a small card about a housekeeper.

Jackie's situation has been handled well, and the relationship has eased somewhat. However, as a girl whom Shirakawa knows, she is neither a dangerous person nor a victim of sexual abuse, and the reason for her death has not yet been determined.

The reasons why Aunt Mido and Officer Miike Naeko were listed as particularly dangerous individuals are still unclear, as is the meaning of "game over".

Problems kept piling up, and troubles followed one after another.

What resources do I have at my disposal to deal with this?

A right hand that's always getting injured, and a weird task system that doesn't let you date but keeps giving you food, drinks, and lodging.

It seems like things are going to start off like a catastrophe.

Shirakawa returned to the classroom dejectedly and stuffed the physical education elective form into his book box.

Nikaido was sitting in front of Shirakawa's seat. He had just been soaked in water and finished exercising, giving off a refreshed feeling.

Yako remained there, engrossed in her game.

Midori Maki sat upright, doing her homework, and kept stealing glances at Shirakawa when he returned.

At the convenience store at noon, Shirakawa said he was going to find his teacher, but it's only now that they've finally met again...

Ah~~~~~ My destined one, it feels like three autumns have passed since we last met!

Midori Sakura lay on the table, resting her head on her arm, her head facing Shirakawa, secretly observing him.

With her keen ability to read the room, she vaguely sensed that Shirakawa was somewhat sullen, even anxious.

Is it because of me just now?

Mito Sakura couldn't stop thinking in that direction.

We need to help Shirakawa cheer up!

But what to do?

"Ugh, why is this question so difficult?"

A small group of hot girls next to Mido Sakura were doing a Sudoku puzzle from a magazine, racking their brains but unable to come up with a solution.

Have it.

Midori had a sudden inspiration and came up with a good idea.

33. Sudoku game

As soon as Shirakawa entered the classroom and returned to his seat, he looked out the window, appearing melancholy.

Outside the window, it was springtime, and the flowerbeds were in full bloom. The sun wasn't too glaring, and there were people doing all sorts of sports activities on the playground. They must be lower-grade students.

Ah, campus life is wonderful...

"Hey, Shirakawa-kun."

"Ah."

Shirakawa turned his head and saw Nikaido, then suddenly remembered something.

"Boss, I had to leave suddenly at noon and missed the lunchbox you made for me..."

"It's okay, it's nothing, it's nothing anyway. It wasn't very good, and there was leftovers." Although Misaki Nikaido said this, Shirakawa still noticed the undisguised disappointment in her eyes.

"Well, I don't think it might taste bad," Shirakawa said, forcing a smile. "After all, I've never eaten it before. Maybe it just doesn't suit your taste, but who knows, it might suit mine perfectly? I've heard that chefs in restaurants are like that; they can never make the exquisite dishes that satisfy themselves, but the customers keep praising them."

"Maybe not, I'm not some kind of master chef..."

"Whether someone is a master chef or not can only be determined by tasting their food."

"But the food is all cold." Nikaido hesitated.

"I couldn't buy any bread at noon, and I'm so hungry now. Let me have some!" Shirakawa said.

Actually, they were also considering Nikaido's feelings. After all, they had indeed done something, and abandoning Nikaido at noon to comfort Maki was not a good choice.

Although Shirakawa is still upset about those blond-haired bastards, he still wants to make it up to Nikaido.

“Alright then,” Nikaido said, looking down to rummage through his bag for a bento box and handing it to Shirakawa.

Shirakawa opened the box, and the food inside had already gone cold; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it leftovers.

The selection was fairly complete, including stir-fried meat and carrots, but the dishes were prepared in a way that was not very appetizing.

You can tell that the person eating is either in a bad mood or finds the food unpalatable, so they just eat a few bites and then stop.

Shirakawa picked up his chopsticks, preparing to find a suitable place to start eating.

Nikaido, however, was a little shy.

Because Shirakawa is using her chopsticks.

Well, I'd say this was an indirect kiss.

Even though we kissed, it still feels a little...

Shirakawa picked up a piece of stir-fried meat, put it in his mouth, and began to chew.

Because it was cold, the meat became a bit tough and greasy, but the taste of the food itself was still acceptable.

Nikaido stared intently at the spot where Shirakawa's lips touched the tip of his chopsticks, where a faint sheen of oil still shimmered.