Chapter three hundred and sixty seventh ordinary but strange
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"Oichi, let's go shopping." On a rest day this week, Oda received news from Shiraishi. In fact, Oda usually usually refuses such invitations, but after seeing the news from Shiraishi
Oda suddenly remembered that Hashimoto and Shiraishi had heard about Fukawa's strange behavior when they graduated, so he replied "Okay".
An hour later, when Oda arrived at the entrance of the mall according to the location sent, Shiraishi was waving to Oda with a smile on his face, as if nothing had happened before.
The rest of the trip was almost the same as usual. Oda was dragged back and forth between various cosmetics stores by Shiraishi, and this time Shiraishi talked in great detail, as if he wanted to pour all the makeup knowledge into Oda's ears.
and when Oda asked her, "Why do you need to know so much, just help me choose?" Shiraishi rarely lowered his voice and said, "What if no one helps you prepare after I graduate?"
". In order to stop this sad topic from going on, Oda forced himself to remember almost all the cosmetic information and passed Shiraishi's questioning test - although Oda believed that he would definitely have all the information after a few hours of separation.
Just forget it.
"So, Mai-kun, why did you suddenly come to see me today?" Oda looked at the several boxes he was carrying, and asked Miss Shiraishi, who was walking in front of him, somewhat helplessly, "The cosmetics and skin care products at home.
Obviously they haven’t been used up yet.”
"Don't you think I can't come out to play with you before you finish it?" Shiraishi pouted and said, although she is five years older than Oda, she can only see cuteness on her face.
Two words.
"Okay, okay." Oda replied in a coaxing tone.
"No." Shiraishi slowed down, walked to Oda's side, took half of the bag Oda was holding with one hand, and put his other hand around Oda's arm, "That's it.
I feel like it’s been a long time since I’ve played with you, Xiaoshi, and we’re both on holiday today, so I thought of calling you out.”
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Although in Oda's mind, the two of them seemed to have had an affair not long ago, but for now it is better to follow Shiraishi's words, "Then, Shiraishi-sama, what are we going to do now?"
"How about...barbecuing?" Shiraishi gave a general answer.
"It's barbecue again..." Oda stuck out his tongue.
"What's wrong?"
"Barbecue is the best! Barbeque is the best!" Oda said somewhat exaggeratedly, "My second favorite thing in the world is barbeque!"
"Then what is your first favorite?"
"Of course it's Shiraishi-sama." Oda took a breath and changed to a more neutral voice, "Quietly, what light is shining in the window over there? That is the east, and Shiraishi Mai is the sun! Get up.
, beautiful...don't! It hurts!" Oda's emotional recitation of poems was interrupted by Shiraishi, whose face was red, and his hand placed on Oda's waist.
"So are you going?" Shiraishi's tone became a little dangerous.
"Of course!" Oda put his free hand on his chest and made a non-standard knight's salute, "Then please ask Mr. Shiraishi to take me to the sanctuary."
When Shiraishi heard the middle-class words spoken by Oda, he showed a "hopeless" expression. He quickly took Oda's hand and took her away. He didn't want her to be embarrassed here. His original gloomy thoughts were gone.
She was thrown to the back of her head.
Entering a barbecue restaurant that Shiraishi frequented, he sat in the corner where the two of them usually sat. After expertly ordering the dishes, the originally warm atmosphere became a little colder as they sat down.
The two of them sat facing each other, but no one spoke first, as if they were playing a little game among primary school students.
"Thick-cut beef tongue, please use it slowly." The waiter's voice broke the awkward situation. Oda saw that Shiraishi's position was blocking the waiter's serving position, so he reminded him: I didn't expect Shiraishi to hear Oda.
Instead, his voice immediately pointed at Oda's mouth with some excitement, as if saying "You spoke first", and then showed a proud expression, looking like a ter who was selected to become a single;
No, becoming a Ter may not be as fun as this time.
"Okay, okay, Mai, you win and I lose." Oda found that when he got along with Shiraishi, his IQ would always drop to the level of a kindergarten child for no reason, but when he thought of Shiraishi and Matsumura getting along like three-year-old children,
mode, Oda felt that he was actually quite good.
"Yeah." Shiraishi cheered with unknown meaning, and then used tongs to put the meat into the iron net.
"Let me, the loser, do this job." Oda took the clamp from Shiraishi's hand and spread the remaining meat evenly on the net. Shiraishi didn't do anything, but just used his hands to support his face.