Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

Ginjo showed a somewhat subtle smile.

"It's okay because he's a man like Sousuke."

Shiraishi Lisa's sudden words made Ginjo speechless.

"Leave it to me, Lisa. I will make sure your first time will be a perfect memory."

Ginjo Sousuke said seriously, then pulled out his club.

“Try making this shape with your left hand first.”

Ginjo demonstrated the basic bridge position, which is the shape of the hand that supports the club.

Lisa Shiraishi imitated the same gesture.

"Is that right?"

"Well, it looks like it's almost done. Use your index finger to draw an arc and put your little finger down."

As Ginjo said this, he couldn't help but move closer and grab her hand.

"That's right! Then put your left hand out on the table, slide the end of the club back and forth on the curve of your index finger, and hold this end firmly with your right hand."

Suddenly, he felt Lisa Shiraishi's hair was as smooth and soft as raindrops touching the tip of his nose, and there was a girl's scent wafting from her white neck...

If Ginjo lowered his head slightly, he could clearly see the thin hair on the back of her neck, her tiny earlobes, and the slightly visible cervical vertebrae.

"So, what's next?"

Lisa Shiraishi looked back at Ginjo with the golf club in her hand, and her cheeks seemed to be flushed without her noticing.

"Then, just clamp your right arm, aim straight at the white ball, and thrust the club out."

It was not until he heard her question that Ginjo turned his attention back to the table.

"so?"

Following Ginjo's instructions, Shiraishi Lisa bent down and leaned forward, her plump and round buttocks suddenly protruding backwards, and the back half of her already short uniform pleated skirt was even higher than usual.

The inner thighs exposed in this way are unimaginably soft and dizzyingly watery, and the sight is even more desirable than when she is wearing a swimsuit.

Ginjo couldn't help but look back to see if there was anyone else in sight, and just like when he came in, there was no one else except them.

"Well, now this posture is very standard."

Ginjō answered as he moved around the table to the side opposite Shiraishi Lisa.

If he continued to stare at this spring scene, Yincheng couldn't guarantee that he could control his inner impulse.

With a "bang", the ball hit by Lisa Shiraishi seemed to fail to reach the center of the table, but hit the side edge, rolling back and forth.

Ginjo grabbed the white ball and rearranged it.

"Well, it's much better than before."

"I think I've found a trick. Let me show you."

Lisa Shiraishi picked up the club again, aimed at the white ball, and leaned over to get into position.

At this moment, the collar of her uniform shirt suddenly opened up, and the fabric with a small bow and a touch of delicate snow-white appeared in Ginjo's eyes.

The numb feeling spread from his lower body through his back, and the vivid texture was quickly imprinted in his mind.

"Lisa, that's your shirt, at the collar."

Ginjo pointed to the area below his neck and said to her.

"Ok?"

First, a puzzled voice was heard from Lisa Shiraishi. After a pause of about three seconds, she hurriedly turned around.

She spoke as she sorted out her clothes.

"see it?"

Ginjo nodded honestly.

"How much have you seen?"

"Does Lisa like bows?"

"Well...."

Her face turned red, then she squatted down shyly, hiding behind the pool table and disappearing from Yincheng's sight.

That somewhat flustered look was so funny and adorable that Ginjo couldn't help but laugh.

"Really? Sousuke is still smiling."

He heard a sound that sounded a bit like a quarrel.

"I'm sorry Lisa, do you want me to take responsibility for this?"

Ginjo said apologetically.

"Responsible?"

Lisa Shiraishi put her hands on the pool table, quietly leaned out, and muttered to herself with her head lowered.

"How does Sousuke want to be responsible?"

"Of course Lisa has the final say."

Lisa Shiraishi seemed to be lost in thought and was silent until she stood up again, then she finally continued speaking.

"I haven't decided yet how I want Sousuke to take responsibility, but when I make a decision, don't regret it."

She seemed to have come out of her predicament.

"Well, it's a deal."

Ginjo nodded deeply at her.

Lisa Shiraishi smiled with satisfaction, then picked up the club. This time the white ball hit the No. 1 ball beautifully, and all the balls scattered. The No. 9 ball actually fell directly into the pocket while rolling...

"Is this the novice halo?"

Ginjo couldn't help but sigh.

Lisa Shiraishi became very excited as she was lucky enough to hit the No. 9 ball.

The two then played three more games, and together with the first game that ended at the speed of light, the final result was two wins and two losses, which ended in a draw.

"It's really weird."

Ginjo Sousuke said this in front of the drink bar, and Shiraishi Lisa giggled after hearing it.

"I always knock down the other balls by an overwhelming number, so why did Lisa knock down the 9th ball?"

For example, even if Ginjo knocked down all balls 1 to 6, when Shiraishi Lisa hits ball 7 next, she will inexplicably knock ball 9 into her pocket.

Or, after Ginjo handsomely scattered all the balls, the white ball knocked out by Lisa Shiraishi hit the No. 2 ball, and then gently knocked down the No. 9 ball.

Such great luck made Ginjo Sousuke feel helpless.

Lisa Shiraishi poured iced soda water into her glass and said excitedly:

"Whoever knocks down the 9 ball first is the winner, right?"

"Yeah, that's right! But the way Lisa shoots down Building 9 is amazing every time."

"That's because a good teacher produces a good student. It must be Sosuke who taught him, right?"

"No, I can't even score that kind of goal myself."

Yincheng also poured himself a cup of iced coffee and drank it.

"It seems that Sosuke is a little unwilling to give up. Let's compete again next time we have a chance."

Lisa Shiraishi came over with a smile and took his arm.

"Okay."

"I will definitely show you my excellent ball handling skills later."

Yin Cheng said confidently...

Chapter 158: Lisa Shiraishi's Dream

After finishing the billiards lesson, Lisa Shiraishi took Sosuke Ginjo to the karaoke room next door.

Now that you are here, you might as well try out all the activities you can play.

The entire water polo club had sung together during the celebration party, but at that time the two of them basically sat in the corner as spectators.

This time, the protagonists became themselves.

The private room was quite spacious with a U-shaped sofa, but Shiraishi Lisa sat next to Ginjō without hesitation.

Although Ginjo's singing skills were indeed worrying, there was no one else here, so he started singing casually at the instigation of Lisa Shiraishi.

"How about singing 'Offshore Girl' next?"

Shiraishi Lisa said as she happily fiddled with the touch screen remote that Ginjo had taught her how to use.

"Hmm? That song seems to be sung by a girl, right?"

Ginjo had heard this song before in other places, and it seemed to be a single by a girl idol.

"Well, I hope that when Sousuke hears this song, he will think of me."

Her voice seemed a little weak against the background of loud music.

"why?"

Ginjo asked, somewhat confused.

"Maybe it's because the singer's name is also Shiraishi."

Lisa Shiraishi smiled softly and also picked up a microphone.

The prelude sounded, and with the soothing melody, lyrics began to scroll on the screen.

The beach girl is finally here

The wind direction also changed