After Yoichi and the Wingman, in their eyes, strategically retreated, and in the eyes of others, fled in disarray.
Satoru looked at the girl.
And the girl also raised her snow-white chin and looked at Satoru.
"Are you alright?"
"Are you alright?"
Both spoke at the same time.
Satoru was startled.
The girl was also a little surprised, and she felt a bit rude as she covered her bright lips.
Then she observed Satoru.
And Satoru also observed the girl.
After confirming that the other person would not speak again, they quickly replied.
"I'm fine."
"I'm fine."
—Then, they both spoke at the same time again.
"…" The girl's cheeks reddened slightly from embarrassment.
Satoru scratched his head. It was truly a case of a hundred years of cultivation for a shared bed, and a thousand years of cultivation for synchronized steps.
Satoru decided not to speak again, to prevent them from colliding again.
So, the girl also tightly pursed her lips and said nothing more.
The air between them was silent for about a minute, then they silently looked at each other again.
"Excuse me—"
"Ah, that."
"…"
"…"
The girl wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
Satoru raised his hand, signaling for her to speak first.
The girl finally took a deep breath and said, "Thank you for your help."
She seemed to want to bow in thanks, but could only stiffly bend slightly at the waist: "Excuse me, are you a student from Shirakari High School?"
"Ah, yes," Satoru said.
He looked at the school uniform the girl was wearing.
He didn't know why she would ask such a question, because their school badges were the same.
And how to put it, the girl's sense of incongruity not only came from her expression and attitude, but her school uniform also clearly didn't fit.
Not that she wasn't suitable for wearing a sailor uniform.
It's just that no matter how you looked at this uniform, it seemed to be one size too small.
And her chest, wasn't it a bit too magnificent…
Among the girls he knew, Nanao and Miyajima probably had the most impressive busts, Ayaka was next, Kurashiki Shigen and Yayoi after that, Arisa… hehe.
But this girl's bust was clearly one size larger than Nanao's.
Only heard that heroes love high mountains, never heard of swift horses treading flat rivers—
The girl cautiously surveyed Satoru, from his feet to his head, then noticed the object on his back.
The stick-like object wrapped in white cloth looked somewhat familiar.
"Excuse me, are you a member of the Kendo Club?" the girl asked.
"Yes," Satoru said.
"That's great!" The girl clapped her hands and said joyfully, "My name is Eriri. Um, I was hoping to exchange phone numbers with you… Is that okay?"
Airiri looked at Satoru with moist eyes, her expression quite sincere.
"No!"
Satoru originally wanted to refuse, but alas, she was simply too big.
"Hmm, sure," Satoru said. As he pulled out his phone, a harsh "rumble" came from deep within the tunnel.
The subway heading to school was about to arrive at the station.
"Ah, not good." Eriri quickly fumbled for her phone in her pocket.
It seemed that her movements were a bit too big, so Satoru heard a crisp sound.
"Rip"—
Like the sound of something being torn.
Eriri was stunned, but still forced herself to endure the blush, and finally pulled out the small phone from her pocket.
After the two quickly exchanged contact information via infrared, the subway also came to a stop.
Satoru walked towards the subway entrance first.
When he thought Eriri would follow him, she just stood still.
She placed one hand on her chest and waved with the other hand at Satoru, who had already boarded the train and could only look out through the glass door.
Her slightly moving lips seemed to be saying,
"Goodbye," such a word.
Satoru tilted his head. Even as the subway pulled away, his gaze remained fixed on the platform where Eriri stood.
Until she was completely out of sight.
Satoru thought for a while, then sent her the first text message.
"Aren't you going to school?"
Eriri did not reply immediately.
Satoru stared at his phone screen.
For some reason, he was a little concerned about the girl who felt so out of place.
…Not good.
Eriri pursed her rose-red lips.
She had two reasons not to go to school.
Firstly, she could already feel the buttons on the chest of her sailor uniform wailing under the unbearable weight.
And the sleeve—the left armpit area—had completely come unstitched.
So now she could only move with her arms clamped.
But thankfully, there was a restroom here.
Eriri walked with light steps towards the women's restroom.
Then she casually found an empty stall, went inside, put the toilet lid down, and sat down on the toilet.
"Tired, I'm so tired—"
Eriri muttered as if complaining.
At this time, her voice was no longer delicate, nor did it have the feeling of a squeaky voice, but rather a rather mature charm.
She stretched.
As she expected, the button that bound her chest popped off with a "bang" and shot towards the door of the private room.
And her breasts seemed to escape from the cage, and besides, she could clearly see the purple lace underwear.
Eriri sighed, picked up the button, and muttered to herself again: "Really, when did I get so fat? I could still wear this size of clothes ten years ago... I have to fix the button as soon as possible, Sakura might want to wear it tomorrow."
"But," she stroked her cheek and smiled foolishly: "I'm quite good, aren't I? I'll still be regarded as a JK after putting on the school uniform. It seems that I have maintained it well over the years ~ ~ ~"
She stood up and took out brand new clothes from her backpack.
Then, she gradually took off the pleated skirt and sailor suit on her body, revealing a snow-white, mature and sweet body.
At the same time, she also took off the golden wig on her head.
Waterfall-like dark purple hair cascaded down, either fluffy or clinging to her body.
This is the second reason why she can't go to school.
Because Shirakari High School doesn't have a girl named Eriri at all.
She is not Eriri either.
But Sakura's mother, Tsubaki.
She sighed as she changed her clothes.
The method of infiltrating the school is still unreliable.
But fortunately, this time it was not without gain.
She obtained the contact information of the boy named Satoru. Moreover, he is also a member of the Kendo Club, which is a perfect identity.
Tsubaki recalled the scene of the boy standing up for her.
Although it was a bit naive, it was indeed filled with the youthful spirit of a boy of his age.
Alas, it would be great if the boyfriend Sakura is dating was such a good boy.
Unfortunately, she still doesn't know what kind of monsters they are.
Tsubaki glanced at her phone.
Inside was a message from the boy.
Tsubaki chuckled and did not reply.
She shouldn't communicate with the boy too frequently, so as not to expose her identity.
Tsubaki took her time, she wasn't in a hurry.
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