He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

Page 114

Midori rubbed her enormous breasts.

Could it be that Shirakawa has a thing for small breasts? Was his purpose in sending me away just to have sex with this policewoman?

Furious, Mito Sakura clenched her little fists.

Tonight, I'm going to take care of Shirakawa no matter what!!

Take several photos of him, threaten him, and keep him obediently by your side, forbidding him from going anywhere!

"Oh, you don't need to explain, Ms. Miike." Kana Midori didn't press the matter further.

She had previously seen the doujinshi under Shirakawa's bed, and the cover of one of them featured a woman who looked just like this policewoman.

No wonder Shirakawa didn't seem very interested in her two daughters; it turns out he already had someone he liked.

Kana was also quite disappointed. She had originally thought she could live happily with Shirakawa and her daughter...

Seeing that the misunderstanding was getting deeper, Miike explained, "I am a friend of Shirakawa, and I am just staying at his house for one night."

Miike had seen the surveillance footage and knew that the Mito sisters both liked Shirakawa, so she had to explain.

This is both an explanation for myself and an explanation for Shirakawa.

Otherwise, who knows what outrageous things these sisters might do.

"Really?" Sakura stepped forward, tilting her head back, and asked doubtfully.

ding dong~~

The elevator doors in the elevator lobby opened.

Hoshimiya Shio and Hoshimiya Rin, accompanied by some old butlers and bodyguards in black, walked out and headed straight for the Shirakawa residence.

"Is Shirakawa home?" Hoshimiya Shio asked the group.

Midori Maki frowned: "Student council president, why are you back?"

"Student council president? Isn't she Shirakawa's sister?" Sakura asked, puzzled.

When Miike Naeko saw her, her head started to feel very uncomfortable.

"Answer my question, is Shirakawa home?" Hoshimiya Shio stepped forward, and Hoshimiya Rin and the bodyguards were also ready to go.

“He’s not here, he went out to work,” Miike Naoko replied, covering her head.

"Where did you go to work?"

"I do not know."

“Little sister…” Midori Kana looked at Hoshimiya Shio with a slightly disappointed look. The cute girl who used to play and eat with them had disappeared, replaced by a cold and ruthless woman.

Perhaps feeling Mitsu Kana's gaze, Hoshimiya Shio felt extremely uncomfortable and wanted to escape from there as soon as possible.

"Let's go, let's look for him somewhere else."

The old butler was also surprised by Xing Gongxi's strange behavior. If it were given Xing Gongxi's ruthless nature, she would have already ordered the bodyguards to force their way in.

"Miss, isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to make such a fuss over a commoner?"

"You don't need to ask why. I just want to find him now, no matter what it takes."

"Yes, I understand, Miss."

Xing Gongxi led her people away.

Michiko then returned to normal.

The four people looked at each other, filled with too many questions.

“It seems necessary to start a family meeting for the Mido family,” Mido Kana said, looking at her daughters, each of whom had something to hide.

"Then, I'll rest now." Miike Naoko slowly closed the door.

Mido Kana stretched out her foot to block the door.

“Miss Miike, you’re coming too,” Kana said, squinting.

92. An Extraordinary Daily Work Experience

Shirakawa followed the address given to him by Nikaido to the Nikaido family's ramen shop.

It's located on the edge of a commercial street, with relatively few shops around, making it somewhat deserted.

The stools in the ramen shop were still on the tables, so it looked like it wasn't open for business yet.

Nikaido, dressed in a waiter's uniform with a small apron tied around his waist and a small hat on his head, sat at the entrance of the ramen shop playing on his phone.

Her outfit was quite unusual, like a former gangster boss who had suddenly reformed.

"Hey, boss, I'm here."

"Hey! Shirakawa, you're here so early?" Nikaido looked up, saw Shirakawa, and his face lit up with joy.

"That's right, I don't want to be late."

"Hey, you look terrible. Did you get too excited about your first job and didn't sleep well last night?" Nikaido poked Shirakawa's pale face.

There were still some bloodshot streaks in his eyes.

"No, no, no, I was so excited about working with the boss all night."

"You're such a smooth talker," Nikaido tapped Shirakawa's forehead, then turned and shouted into the kitchen, "Mom, Shirakawa's here."

"Okay, I'll be right there." You could hear her hurriedly tidying up the pots and pans in the kitchen, making a clanging sound, before she came out of the kitchen and greeted Shirakawa.

She was just an ordinary woman, plain-looking and frail, and it was hard to imagine that she was the mother of Nikaido, the delinquent gang leader.

"You must be Shirakawa. I often hear Misaki mention you." Nikaido's mother walked over with a smile and bowed to Shirakawa.

Shirakawa also bowed in return.

Shirakawa felt that, in terms of etiquette, shaking hands was more convenient.

Did Misaki tell you what the job entailed?

"No..."

"Then I'll give you a brief overview." Nikaido's mother took Shirakawa on a short tour of the ramen shop so that he could get a feel for his workplace.

Although it's called a ramen shop, it's more like a fast food restaurant, selling not only ramen but also fried snacks like fried chicken nuggets.

It wasn't the kind of restaurant where you sit around a chef in a movie or TV show. It was more like a small restaurant from Shirakawa's original world. The kitchen was large, fully equipped with all kinds of cooking utensils, and there was a back door leading outside. Next to the back door was a metal baseball bat, which looked out of place in the kitchen full of utensils.

"this is..."

"Oh, the child's father likes to play baseball, and he forgot his baseball bat here. Don't worry about it."

"well."

Shirakawa was taken away from the kitchen.

"When there are few customers, you are responsible for greeting them at the door; when there are many customers, you are responsible for leading them to their seats and taking their orders."

Nikaido's mother handed Shirakawa a small piece of paper. "This is for ordering food. Just write the table number and the dishes on it, then tear it off and give it to Nikaido. The rest is up to Nikaido and me. How about that? Not too difficult, right?"

"Not difficult, not difficult at all, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Shirakawa said confidently, but couldn't help yawning.

"There's no one here yet, why don't you sit down and rest for a while?" Nikaido pulled Shirakawa to a quiet corner to sit down.

"It's okay, boss, I can do it."

"Sit still properly. This is the boss's order. You need to rest well to have the energy to work."

Okay, Shirakawa lowered his head and took a short nap.

If she knew that she was trapped like this because of fighting with the policewoman, she would have a hard time getting out alive.

Nikaido's mother couldn't help but smile as she watched the two interacting sweetly.

My daughter has finally found a boyfriend.

He wasn't some kind of delinquent; at first glance, he seemed quite honest.

However, you can only know a person's face but not their heart; we still need to observe further.

Time flew by and it was noon. Office workers and students who were taking their lunch break started coming in one after another. Shirakawa had also rested enough and started working.

"Welcome, this way please." Shirakawa led the guests to their seats and then took their orders.

I was very careful and never made a mistake.

Nikaido's mother was in charge of cooking in the kitchen, while Nikaido was responsible for serving the dishes and cleaning up the used dishes.

The three of them each performed their duties, and the work was carried out in an orderly manner.

Just as the lunch rush was about to end, three thugs walked in from outside.

Wearing school uniforms different from those of Shirakawa School, with their hands in their pockets and various hairstyles—some with blond hair, some with pompadours, and some with scars on their faces—the scarred man had a lit cigarette in his mouth, looking quite unserious.

"Welcome... Huh?"

The three ignored Shirakawa and found a place to sit down.

Shirakawa had no choice but to follow them to the table, bow slightly, and say, "Excuse me, smoking is prohibited here."

Shirakawa pointed to the "No Smoking" sign on the wall.