They all have hidden attributes!

"Mmm~ Lengzi told me about it last night."

Tachikami glanced at the back of his hand and asked with a smile, "Makoto-kun, is there anything else you've done wrong that you want to tell me?"

"A guilty conscience? No..."

Makoto Takahashi instinctively wanted to deny it, but when he saw her narrow her eyes and a sense of danger in them, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

After thinking for a moment, unable to think of anything particularly noteworthy, he tentatively asked in an uncertain tone, "Is there anything?"

“Your new shoes are really cool,” Tachimi Yuki reminded her.

Makoto Takahashi quickly glanced down at his shoes, then looked up with an incredulous expression in the direction of Class 1-C.

Uesugi Maya, a wicked smile on her lips, continued to stare at him with a look of amusement.

isn't it?

She had just randomly picked a pair of shoes when she left home that morning, but in a moment of carelessness, she ended up wearing matching shoes with Uesugi Maya.

How on earth did she do it?

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward, and Takahashi Seiichi didn't know how to explain it to his girlfriend.

Tachikuni didn't blame him, but tilted her head and looked at him with a troubled expression, asking softly, "Makoto-kun, why did you move back to the apartment?"

“I’m more used to living in the apartment,” Takahashi Makoto replied immediately.

You can't exactly say you went to the Uesugi family's house for a free meal, otherwise Kashima Reiko would definitely be very upset.

In fact, he had become so used to Uesugi Maya's cooking that he felt a little uneasy if he didn't eat it, and his desire to eat it was even stronger every day when he was at Tachimi's house.

Another reason is that Makoto Takahashi gradually got used to Maya Uesugi being around him and took her presence for granted.

"Stay at Tachimi's house for a few more days, and you'll get used to it quickly."

Tachikawa Yuki looked away from him, met Uesugi Maya's gaze across her eyes, and said with a slight smile, "I don't want to control what shoes you wear, but if this continues, don't blame me for being too controlling."

His words carried a threatening undertone, and Makoto Takahashi realized that his situation was becoming increasingly difficult because of Hell Girl's betrayal.

He acted decisively, leaning forward to block Tachibana Yuki's view, and invited her, "How about you move in with us?"

"Huh, is that okay?"

"Give it a try, I think it's good for building a relationship."

Makoto Takahashi's dark eyes were filled with sincerity. He wasn't worried that Yuki Tatsumi would go to the Uesugi family for a free meal. He still had a wish card that could be used twice. At most, he would just be insulted by Maya Uesugi.

Seeing that he wasn't faking it to make her happy, Ritsuki hesitated instead.

She rubbed her fingers together, thought for a moment, and gently shook her head at Makoto Takahashi: "Forget it, although I really want to bully Sayo every day, Makoto-kun is the kind of person who needs his own space."

Haste makes waste, and the same applies to love.

Feeling grateful for his girlfriend's thoughtfulness, Makoto Takahashi gently kissed her cheek: "I'm going to change my shoes, I'll come back to keep you company later."

“Go ahead.” Tachimi Yuki’s gaze turned to the center of the stadium.

Makoto Takahashi got up and left the gymnasium, planning to go back to the teaching building to change into indoor shoes first, and then arrange for someone from the Tatsumi branch to buy new shoes and send them to Tsurumi Sawa.

In the 3rd grade, A group area, Shiraishi Jun could be seen leaving alone, quietly getting up and leaving the class.

Chapter 142 Sports Festival (Part 2)

Listening to the volleyball match commentary broadcast over the school's public address system, Makoto Takahashi walked through the courtyard, entered the teaching building, and changed into indoor shoes at the shoe locker.

It would be a hassle to get indoor shoes dirty, and it would take time for new shoes to arrive, so he simply returned to the classroom and used his phone to search for fun places to visit in Tokyo while waiting patiently in his seat.

Yoyogi Park?

Not only is it a great place for autumn picnics, but there are also cinemas, cafes, and billiard halls nearby, making it perfect for a leisurely stroll.

If it weren't for Haruna Nekoya's invitation, Makoto Takahashi wouldn't usually take the initiative to do outdoor activities or go to amusement parks or video game arcades.

In my memory, Maya Uesugi didn't really like going out, let alone going anywhere for fun, except for running and shopping for daily necessities.

"It would be better to ask for her opinion," Takahashi Makoto thought to himself, as he opened Line and sent a message to Uesugi Maya.

[Takahashi: Is there anywhere you'd like to go?]

[Maya: No, I'd rather stay home]

I received an unexpected answer.

[Takahashi: How about we go for a stroll around Yoyogi Park?]

[Maya: I like quiet places with few people]

Yoyogi Park is located in Shibuya, and it can get quite noisy on weekends. The movie theater and billiards hall are also not quiet places.

[Takahashi: Tell me what you did to my shoes, or come to Shibuya.]

[Maya: Don't make me sound like a pervert]

[Maya: I just helped you put your shoes away when you went out for your morning exercise; you should be grateful.]

How cunning! This woman with such a wicked personality actually managed to figure out the pattern in his shoe selection by relying on her keen observation skills.

Humans have this habit to some extent, such as wearing the first shoes that are visible or closest to them.

[Takahashi: ......]

[Takahashi: I've decided, I'm going to Yoyogi Park.]

[Maya: ?]

[Takahashi: A bad temper is contagious]

[Maya: You'll regret this]

[Maya: Hannya's sinister smile.jpg]

Makoto Takahashi couldn't understand why Maya Uesugi liked the Hannya emoji that represented jealousy, when the cat emoji would have suited her better.

Just as he opened the window, intending to continue contacting Uesugi Maya, the back door of the classroom clicked open.

He turned his head and saw Shiraishi Junka walk in with steady steps, closing and locking the door.

Her proportions are very harmonious, and the tailored school uniform accentuates her shapely and well-proportioned figure, making her the ideal mature woman figure for every boy.

Her elegant black princess-cut long hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, her skin was fair, and her wine-red eyes exuded charm.

Despite her beauty, she doesn't give off an impression of being unapproachable or aloof; instead, she exudes a pitiful and delicate aura.

"Makoto, I miss you." Shiraishi Junko's red lips were moist, and her face fell, revealing a vulnerable expression.

Pain, discomfort, and bitterness—Takahashi Makoto could tell at a glance that she was hiding these negative emotions.

For some time now, Shiraishi Junka has been patient and hasn't caused any trouble since he moved into the Tachimi family's house, nor has she tried to squeeze in any club activities during his free time.

The two haven't spoken much in the last two weeks.

Although there are still many problems, it shouldn't be a problem to let her act cute occasionally, Makoto Takahashi thought to himself.

Come to me.

Hearing him say that, Shiraishi Junka's face visibly brightened. She sat on Takahashi Makoto's lap, reached out and hugged him, burying her face in his chest.

"What have you been doing lately?" Makoto Takahashi reached out and pinched and gently tugged at Shiraishi Junka's cheek.

Her cheeks felt smooth and supple to the touch, with a soft and elastic texture.

He sat in her arms with a soft, delicate body, and the fresh scent of citrus wafted in from the window. To feel each other's body temperature at such close range was, frankly, a test of Makoto Takahashi's willpower.

After living at Tachimi's house for a while, probably because I was so tough every day, my willpower actually decreased.

"Painting, growing vegetables."

Shiraishi Junka raised her face, looked at him intently, and said in a tender tone, "Learn some housework from Chitose to prepare for graduation."

Junko Shiraishi is a third-year student who will graduate from Tsurumizawa next March.

Thinking about it carefully, she only had six short months left in her student life, not including the winter break.

"Have you decided what to do after graduation? Pursue further education or study abroad?" Takahashi Makoto put his hands on Shiraishi Junka's waist to prevent her from swaying.

Before I met you, I had no dreams.

Shiraishi Junka noticed his unusual behavior and, taking advantage of the situation, reached her hand towards Takahashi Makoto's stomach: "During the three-way talks, I told my mother that I wanted to be a housewife."

"Aren't you going to draw anymore?"

"Further education at home."

Hearing her say that, Takahashi Seiichi was unable to refute her for a moment.

Although he doesn't know how to teach yet, probably no one in the entire art world knows more about oil painting than him.

"What did Auntie say?" Takahashi Makoto grasped her hand, then shook his head in refusal.

"unimportant."

Shiraishi Junka tilted her head in confusion, then asked with a hint of bewilderment, "Is it not allowed? Or is it not allowed in the classroom?"

Faced with her tearful, aggrieved eyes, Takahashi Makoto's heart began to beat faster involuntarily.

Calm down, calm down. We can't afford to make any more mistakes before we can help Shiraishi Junka overcome the obstacles she faces!

A prime number is a number that cannot be divided evenly by any natural number except 1 and itself.

As reason grappled with the desire to give Shiraishi Junka the satisfaction, the commentary broadcast over the school's loudspeaker outside the window suddenly became excited.

"With only 10 seconds left, time is running out for Group A of Year 2!"

"Within the zone!!!"

"Wow, it's actually a victory for Class 2A!"

......

"Next up is the badminton singles final, featuring Kashima from Group 2A against Hanakawa from Group 1C!"

"The 2nd year A group has successfully moved up to second place. If they can also win the points in badminton singles, they will surpass the 3rd year A group!"

Seeing that Makoto Takahashi was distracted by the school's announcements, Junko Shiraishi looked like a child who had made a mistake, her eyes dimming.

"The students in our class are only good at track and field, and they didn't score any points today."