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Indeed, Shirakawa was a loner in his original world and hadn't even graduated from university yet. Suddenly being asked to manage a studio and negotiate business with others and sign contracts was quite difficult for him.
"Wait, isn't this one?"
Shirakawa took out the Hoshimiya family's black card from his pocket.
"I'll use this to connect with some companies in the Star Palace Foundation, get some projects, and then hire some professional photographers and managers, and that'll be fine."
“That’s definitely possible.” Miike nodded. With the strong support of the Hoshigu Group, they would surely achieve twice the result with half the effort.
"Okay, then I'll go to the commercial street today and tomorrow to see if there are any good places to rent."
"Ideally, I'd like to find a studio that's fully equipped, ready to take over immediately, and where I can start working right away. Price isn't an issue; 1000 million should be enough."
"Small and medium-sized ones will definitely be enough."
"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Sanchi."
"Not at all, it's not hard work."
The two chatted and laughed until they arrived at the entrance of Chenghuang Middle School.
Miike unusually chose to park in a secluded, deserted parking lot.
Just as Shirakawa was about to get out of the car, Miike pressed the lock on the driver's side.
Click!
Shirakawa was locked inside.
He knew what the three pools were up to.
"Shirakawa, I've done so much for you, shouldn't you give me some reward?" Miike Naeko smiled slightly, leaned forward, reached out and hooked the control lever next to Shirakawa's seat, reclining him so he could lie flat.
"I have something to do later... Can I go home and wait...?"
Miike and Shirakawa have already developed this kind of relationship, and Shirakawa's rejection has no effect, only arousing Miike's interest.
Miike knew that once she started fighting, Shirakawa would most likely submit to her.
"Stop joking, Shirakawa. You haven't spent time with me in so long. Let's finish this quickly this time." Miike stretched out her long, snow-white legs and straddled Shirakawa.
Miike's head was touching the roof of the car.
“Huh, that’s strange,” Miike’s slender white hand repeatedly stroked and rubbed Shirakawa’s arm. What used to be a quarter of the arm that he could barely hold with one hand, he could now only hold half of.
Moreover, it is wide and completely impossible to squeeze, just like steel.
All indicators seem to have improved significantly.
"Have you grown up?" Miike asked in confusion.
It's only been a few days and it's already developed like this, which doesn't quite conform to the human growth pattern.
At this moment, Shirakawa blushed, and his desire was also aroused by Miike.
"I'm still young, isn't it normal for me to develop a bit?"
Miike stared intently, eager to devour it all.
“I learned a lot of riding techniques from the movie, so don’t give up too quickly.” Miike smiled confidently, spat, and wiped Shirakawa’s arm.
Even after growing up, a small fish is still a small fish; how can it compare to...
What about the power of an adult?
Miike aimed carefully and couldn't wait to begin.
The moment they made contact, Miike immediately sensed something was amiss.
That's incredibly powerful!
It's like an Arctic icebreaker breaking through layers of icebergs!
Halfway there, Michi was already on the verge of collapse.
The amazing skills and techniques learned from movies seem utterly powerless in the face of an absolute power gap.
Every tiny movement felt like plucking a string of pleasure from the Sanchi Pond.
How could this be?
Wait a minute, I was clearly in charge, so why is this happening?
Shirakawa, adhering to a swift and decisive battle strategy, launched an offensive.
"Hah! Ah!!!" The moment the holy sword swung, Michi revealed a smug expression, as if his soul had been hit home and sent soaring into the heavens.
"Shirakawa, Shirakawa, be gentle, I can't take it anymore."
Miike's pleas for mercy only fueled Shirakawa's desire to conquer, and he continued his relentless attacks.
Michi wasn't a virgin, and the pain quickly transformed into the sensation of chopsticks.
Under repeated attacks with an attack speed of 2.5.
With his strength released, he headed to Yunnan.
Miike pressed down on Shirakawa, their lips meeting, savoring the lingering aftertaste.
Of course, once is not enough.
The car kept shaking in a secluded corner of the parking lot.
Pleasant, joyful, awesome!
However, in the distance, a cute woman with pink hair tied in a single ponytail was secretly filming the constantly shaking car with a pink phone covered in cartoon stickers.
Using two fingers to zoom in on the phone screen, the camera captured Michi's alluring demeanor in its entirety.
She is determined to complete the great task that Akiyama-kun failed to finish!
After collecting these materials, take advantage of the large crowds at the school festival to...
The video was displayed on a large screen, widely publicizing Shirakawa's scumbag behavior.
His desperate expression at that time must have been quite a sight.
Senior Fukada revealed a sinister smile.
178. The Vanished Yoshioka
just now.
Ha~~Yawn~
How boring.
Saori Fukada strolled along the third-floor corridor and stretched.
I've been busy since I arrived at school this morning.
Although her job was simply to give orders and organize the student council members to prepare for the school festival, it was actually quite time-consuming and mentally taxing.
"Vice President, um, I've already photocopied the school festival flyers," a bespectacled man wearing a student council armband reported.
"Ah, brother, that's amazing." Fukada forced a pretty smile.
"That's right, for the vice president, I'm willing to go through fire and water." The bespectacled man declared his loyalty, secretly dreaming of having a sweet romance with Fukada.
Still a virgin, he didn't know that girls don't like sycophants who are nice to them; they only like strong, handsome, and powerful men.
"Brother, you have such a sweet tongue. But, brother, I'm a little short-handed here. Could you take a few people to the entrance and hand out these flyers?"
“This…” The boy was clearly hesitant.
Fukada held this kind of man in utter contempt. He spoke sweet words, but when it came to actually needing his help, he turned out to be a coward.
"It's okay, I'll find someone else. Ugh! Where did President Hoshimiya go?! There's so much work to do, so many things to do, and she's not even here to take charge." Fukada was extremely anxious, stomped her foot, her pink ponytail flicked, and a few tears barely squeezed out from the corners of her lightly made-up, charming eyes.
This short message both implies that Fukada herself works very hard and criticizes and complains about the "tyrant" Hoshimiya Shio.
"Vice President, don't worry, leave it all to me!" The boy patted his chest, striking a pose of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress.
"Ah, brother! You're so good to me," Fukada hugged him, deliberately pressing her little teddy bear against his chest, and said in a sweet, childlike voice, "Without you, I really don't know what I would do~~"
"Oh, not at all." The boy blushed, tilted his head back, and chuckled shyly and excitedly.
"Then, brother, I'll be waiting for your good news." Fukada drew a few small circles on the man's shoulder with her fingertips.
"Okay, okay! I promise I'll complete the mission." The boy walked away with a silly grin.
Once the boy had completely left, Fukada immediately changed to a look of disgust and took out a tissue to wipe her chest.
These bootlickers are so easy to fool; they take the bait with just a little coaxing.
It's a pity that the purpose of seducing them was simply to get them to work hard without complaint.
It would be so nice to make some money to spend.
After wiping herself, Fukada opened her phone, which was filled with men's Line messages, each labeled with their name and birthday, eagerly inviting her out to dinner.
If it weren't for that crazy woman, Xing Gongxi, I would have already earned my daily "salary".
Fukada cursed inwardly.