She didn’t dare to approach Saeko Busujima.
Because Saeko Busujima always gave her a sense of authority, just like Teacher Mafuyu.
To describe it in more detail, the feeling was like meeting a strict elder with whom one didn’t have a good relationship.
Reserved and uncomfortable.
Shiro looked up and said with a smile, “Although Saeko-san seems a bit strong-willed, she’s actually very easy to get along with.”
Saeko Busujima turned her head and glanced at Kitagawa Marin: “I practice Kendo, and I don’t talk much normally.”
“Ah! I know, Saeko-san, I was just joking earlier.”
Kitagawa Marin laughed awkwardly twice, her perception of Saeko Busujima still largely unchanged.
First impressions have a big impact on people, and currently, around her seat, Kitagawa Marin felt that Shiro was the easiest to communicate with.
Moreover, there was a secret between the two that couldn’t be told to outsiders, and this kind of relationship clearly brought them closer.
“I know, Marin-tongxue, class is about to start, go back and sit down.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the class bell echoed throughout the entire school.
“Oh, oh!”
Kitagawa Marin responded and quickly returned to her seat.
“Class start!”
“Stand up.”
“Hello, class.”
“Hello, Teacher!”
Kitagawa Marin took out her book and secretly glanced at Shiro.
Forget it, I’ll ask Shen Shiro-kun by email tonight.
I wonder what character he wants to cosplay.
Of course, it would be even better if Alisa-tongxue could join us.
But for now, it seems I can’t directly talk to Alisa-tongxue about these things.
I can only first influence Shiro, who has a good relationship with her, and then bring her in.
Sigh!
Alisa’s image is truly perfect.
White hair, blue eyes, and a great figure.
I feel like she wouldn’t even need makeup to get a perfect photo.
I’m so envious!
On the other hand, I can’t even make a single cosplay outfit.
I’ve really let Xiao Wen down.
How about I start with something simple?
The little devil costume is relatively easy.
I’ll start with that, and then challenge Xiao Wen’s medieval style clothing.
Oh, that’s a good idea!
Kitagawa Marin, lost in her thoughts, suddenly felt a sense of clarity.
The corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.
The King’s homeland.
Alisa, on her throne, had already noticed the subtle relationship between Saeko Busujima and Shiro.
But she had no standing to inquire about their relationship.
A pair of aqua-blue eyes moved back and forth between the two of them.
She couldn’t help but feel some emotions stir.
She would have agreed if he had just said, “Let’s eat together.”
But this guy…
She was the first to meet Shiro.
And didn’t this guy notice that she was usually aloof towards others?
Alisa recalled yesterday’s conversation, still unable to find the problem.
She had just moved from Russia not long ago and didn’t have a single friend.
She finally met a boy she could talk to and found pleasing to the eye…
Was her charm not enough?
Or perhaps…
Alisa’s thoughts drifted, pondering these random things.
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Shiro-kun taking a notebook from his drawer.
Then, somewhat strangely, he began to write furiously in it.
Because Shiro didn’t hide it, she saw a slightly larger line of text—”I want to become Shadow Lord.”
Want to become Shadow Lord?
Is that the name of a light novel?
Hahaha!
So Shiro also has such an immature side.
That name sounds a bit chuunibyou.
Alisa suddenly remembered that she seemed to have done the same thing before.
In a moment of passion, she suddenly wanted to write a story, and after persisting for a while, it just fizzled out with the sudden disappearance of the notebook.
Next time, I’ll pretend to discover it accidentally and then find a topic to chat about!
Alisa withdrew her gaze and looked at the blackboard, studying diligently.
Meanwhile, Shiro was still writing furiously.
He wasn’t writing a novel; he was writing an outline.
An outline for Kasumigaoka Utaha’s new book.
Kasumigaoka Utaha was already one of his people, and with the Skilled Writing skill, it would be a waste not to use it.
She’d make money, and how could she mistreat him?
A loyalty of 85, Shiro didn’t quite believe it.
One afternoon, during two classes, Shiro filled half a notebook.
“Shiro, I’ve seen you writing all day. What are you writing?”
The moment the class bell rang, Alisa actively came over to talk.
This was an outline; it couldn’t be shown to others easily.
“Just writing for fun.”
“Could it be… a letter for someone…?”
Kitagawa Marin naturally joined in.
And her joining immediately made the topic explosive.
“No way! It’s just some unpresentable ideas I’m casually writing. If I really decide to write it, I’ll definitely tell you where to read it.”
Anyway, Shiro wasn’t the one who would continue writing it, so he wasn’t flustered at all.
“Alright, you said it!”
Shiro looked up at the time: “Ah, I have something to do, so I’m leaving now. See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.”
After greeting Alisa and Kitagawa Marin, Shiro grabbed his school bag and rushed out of the classroom.
“Idiot!” (Russian)
“Eh, Alisa-tongxue, what are you saying?”
Kitagawa Marin heard Alisa’s voice and looked curious.
At a fried chicken restaurant outside the campus.
Kasumigaoka Utaha was already seated.
She received Shiro’s message saying they’d meet here, so she rushed over immediately after class.
“This guy, he didn’t even make it clear what he wanted to do.”
“Saeko, over here!”
Seeing Saeko Busujima, Kasumigaoka Utaha waved her over to sit down.
“Where’s Shiro? Isn’t he with you?”
“Shiro was talking to a few female classmates, so I came over first.”
Saeko Busujima looked around: “Want something to drink? I’ll order!”
“Let’s wait for Shiro to arrive first. This guy is really popular with girls.”
“He’s handsome, speaks well, knows how to make girls happy, is talented, and is good at fighting!”
As Kasumigaoka Utaha listed more and more advantages, she suddenly realized that it was no surprise Shiro was liked by girls.
At this moment, Shiro stepped into the store and immediately went to their booth to sit down.
“Here, this is what I wrote this afternoon. It’s for you!”
“What is this, a love letter?”
Kasumigaoka Utaha casually opened it: “Your handwriting is very good!”
She seemed to have found another advantage.
But after seeing what Shiro had written, her eyes never left the pages, and she silently continued to turn them.