April 29th, Friday, the weather was clear.
Walking on the road to school,
a gentle breeze lifted the girl's pleated skirt slightly, revealing a stretch of her pale, slender thighs.
It was a picture of pure, ethereal beauty, hazy and tantalizingly visible.
How wonderful.
Looking at the graceful figure ahead, Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but sigh in admiration. To be able to see such a beautiful sight every day on the way to and from school was truly comforting and pleasing.
To avoid any suspicion, they maintained a distance of four to five meters between them, just like yesterday, one in front of the other.
Nobody had to say it out loud; the moment they stepped out, they naturally assumed this formation.
However, the girl walked slowly, occasionally taking out her phone to check it.
Haruka Yuzan was in no hurry, strolling leisurely along.
That was, until Chiba Shimizu, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped, seemingly troubled by something.
