Keyaki Shopping Center, the most bustling area of Advanced Nurturing High School. Most of the students' after-school consumption was concentrated here, all sorts of entertainnt and shopping facilities readily available.
Now, as dusk enveloped everything, the school streetlights lit up in sequence, and the signs at the shopping center powered on one after another, casting the roads in a multicolored glow.
Girls walked arm in arm, carrying their stylish bags, their faces brimming with youthful smiles, walking side by side along the path. Boys had no fixed shopping pattern: so had arms slung over shoulders, so walked one behind the other, each going their own way, whatever felt most comfortable. Uniform ties loosened, jackets taken off, laughing and joking all the way, as if casting all unpleasantness to the back of their minds.
But all this joy belonged to them. Fuyuji Mikage was entirely unrelated to it and felt extrely "done for"!
The general consensus is that girls have less physical stamina than boys.
Fuyuji Mikage proves this conclusion is wrong—spectacularly wrong!
"Se... Senpai, res... rest a bit. This shopping thod is... inhumane!"
By the ti Kiryuin Fuka finished trying on her fifth outfit, a desperate lant echoed from the very depths of Fuyuji Mikage's spine. He could clearly feel the lactic acid continuously accumulating in his ankles, wave after wave of soreness hitting him.
This woman, not only strong, but also possessed shockingly good stamina.
Fuyuji Mikage followed behind like a decrepit old man tottering on a cane. In contrast, Kiryuin Fuka was bursting with vigor, radiant and glowing. Her long legs strode forward with powerful strides, forever advancing toward the next store.
And the key point was: she hadn't bought a single thing!
"No can do, Kouhai," Kiryuin Fuka didn't halt her steps, continuing forward with great enthusiasm. "If your stamina is no good, girls won't like you."
"It's Senpai's stamina that's far too good." Fuyuji Mikage replied weakly. "A girl who's way too domineering won't be liked by boys either."
"That is true too..." Kiryuin Fuka nodded thoughtfully.
Hope ignited within Fuyuji Mikage. "Then shall we call it a day for now—"
"But if it's , there's absolutely no such worry."
Kiryuin Fuka: Ga, set, match.
"Next store!" Before the words had fully left her mouth, she was already five ters away.
"..."
He now understood why that groundhog on his phone was always screaming—because he wanted to try it too!
Watching Kiryuin Fuka's figure move farther and farther away, Fuyuji Mikage had no choice but to force himself up and stumble after her, his steps as heavy as if dragging invisible shackles.
At this point, he could not allow this woman to continue any further. Any more and he'd be dead at!
Entering the clothing store, Kiryuin Fuka deftly slipped into the dazzling sea of clothes.
Fuyuji Mikage summoned the last shred of his stamina and activated his psychic power at full force, instantly scanning every piece of clothing present. As if running permutations and combinations, he picked out the one he deed the most suitable.
The top was a white-fitted knit; the bottom, a high-waisted A-line skirt; footwear: platform combat boots.
Taking the clothes down, Fuyuji Mikage walked toward Kiryuin. "Senpai."
"Hm?" Kiryuin Fuka, focused on the clothes in her hands, had just turned her head when a set of clothes was shoved into her hands.
"This outfit. It suits Senpai." Fuyuji Mikage kept it brief and to the point.
"Ho~"
Kiryuin Fuka raised a smile, fixing her eyes on Fuyuji Mikage. "You think I'll look good in this?"
Fuyuji Mikage nodded emphatically. "I think Senpai will look very beautiful in it."
"Really? You'll think I'm very adorable?"
"Really." Fuyuji Mikage confird without a shred of doubt.
"Hah~"
After a long mont, Kiryuin Fuka laughed lightly. "What Kouhai just said scores very highly with Senpai."
Kiryuin tossed aside the other outfit in her hand, took the clothes Fuyuji Mikage had picked out, and turned toward the fitting room. "Fine, since you picked it..."
It's over!
Fuyuji Mikage shouted in his heart. The next second, he collapsed into the clothing store's chair.
The coolness of the chair slowly seeped into his very bones, yet Fuyuji Mikage felt a strange and profound sense of release. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier...
He was ascending to heaven!
"Um, are you alright?" A soft, sweet voice transmitted into his ears, carrying a cautious, tentative quality, rousing Fuyuji Mikage awake.
Fuyuji Mikage opened his eyes, pushed himself up from the chair with his hands. "I'm fine. Just a bit tired."
The speaker was a sweet-looking girl with shoulder-length brown hair and a headband. At this mont, she was half-crouching beside Fuyuji Mikage, a look of concern surfacing on her pretty face.
Fuyuji Mikage covered his eyes and leaned back against the chair, his expression one of lingering fear. "Is shopping this terrifying for all you girls? Even Keyaki Shopping Center can be browsed for two hours."
"Ahaha..." The girl scratched her cheek, slightly embarrassed. "Usually, we don't shop for quite that long, you know."
As I thought!
It wasn't my problem. Senpai's stamina is just monstrous!
"Oh, that's right."
As if rembering sothing, the girl took a can of juice from her bag and held it out to Fuyuji Mikage with a sweet smile.
"Try this. It should make you feel a lot better, y'know."
Fuyuji Mikage was quite touched. Right, this is a normal person. So unlike Senpai, who doesn't even pause when shopping.
Taking the juice, Fuyuji Mikage smoothly extended his hand. "I'm Fuyuji Mikage, Class 1-A. Please take care of ."
"I'm Kushida Kikyo, Class 1-D, Fuyuji-kun. Please take care of , okay."
Kushida Kikyo blinked her large eyes and reached out to shake hands with Fuyuji Mikage. Her fingertips traced across his palm, leaving behind a faint, pleasant fragrance.
Class D, huh...
Fuyuji Mikage's eyes flickered. He hadn't forgotten the intel that yellow-haired upperclassman had given him earlier today.
The school places so students with strong abilities but weaknesses in certain areas into Class D. The upperclassn had also said Class D were defective products.
"Then Fuyuji-kun, could we exchange contact info? Because, well," Kushida Kikyo held her phone in her hand as if pledging a grand vow, "I want to beco friends with everyone in the school."
"That's quite the impressive goal."
Fuyuji Mikage took out his phone, and they added each other as friends.
"Right, right? But I'll do my best." Kushida Kikyo clenched her little fist.
"I believe Kushida-san will succeed. After all, you're so cute, gentle, and empathetic."
Fuyuji Mikage nodded with a smile, maxing out the emotional value for her.
They chatted a short while longer. Seemingly, Kushida Kikyo's companion had co out of the restroom and was waving in this direction.
"Kushida-chan, we're heading off now."
"Okay."
"Sorry, Fuyuji-kun. Let's leave the chat here for today." Kushida Kikyo brought her hands together and bowed slightly, her ample assets looking as if they might spill over at any mont. "We can chat online again tonight."
Having said that, she waved and ran off toward her companion.
Watching Kushida Kikyo's departing figure, Fuyuji Mikage couldn't help but rub his chin in contemplation.
This girl...
A sweet-looking girl proactively strikes up a conversation, shows concern for a stranger's condition, kindly offers a drink, adds as a friend, and even invites chatting together online at night.
If it were so other guy, he'd probably already been hooked, lip tightly caught.
Too bad she ran into Fuyuji Mikage. After being freshly pumled by Morishita Ai, his resistance was terrifyingly high.
"Was she pretty?"
"She was alrigh—"
The next second, his neck had been clamped by Kiryuin Fuka.
"Not bad, Kouhai. Senpai only leaves for a short while, and you've already hooked a little young lady."
"Cough cough cough!" Fuyuji Mikage slapped at Kiryuin Fuka's slender yet powerful arm. "Not as pretty as you, Senpai."
"Hmph~ a little boy who likes to lie."
"Really, I swear." A red flush surfaced on Fuyuji Mikage's face—from being choked.
"Compared to that type, I prefer Senpai's type more."
"That type?" Kiryuin increased the pressure.
"The long-legged type..." Fuyuji Mikage attempted an answer.
"And?" She didn't seem satisfied with this answer.
"The good-figure type..." Fuyuji Mikage submitted another answer.
"And." Incorrect answer.
"The as-adorable-as-Senpai type!" Fuyuji Mikage found the secret passcode to clear the stage!
"You pass." Kiryuin Fuka let go.
"Haah... haah..." Fuyuji Mikage rubbed his neck, gasping for breath, and asked with a tinge of hope, "So it's over for today?"
"No. Help pick out one more set." Kiryuin Fuka turned and walked away.
Her silver hair swept over her shoulders like moonlight silk. Her long legs, sheathed in black stockings, extended beneath her short skirt. Her platform boots knocked against the floor with crisp clicks.
"Don't!" Fuyuji Mikage followed after her. "I really do think Senpai looks beautiful in this set."
"Then two more sets."
"Eh?! Why's that?"
"Well then... three sets?"
"Two, two sets. You win, okay, I'm scared of you already."
"What a dishonest Kouhai. You were clearly staring at Senpai's legs for so long."
"Ahem... three sets it is then."
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