Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

"Hmph, it's because that woman is annoying."

Misaki Shokuhou didn't hide her animosity in the slightest.

"But I guess she thinks the same about you."

Who else would understand his girlfriend's awkward personality if he didn't?

He guessed that the other person hadn't even provoked her; she was just unilaterally picking a fight.

"What do you mean?"

Misaki Shokuhou lazily raised her eyelids, looking askance at Makoto Haramura.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, did he think she couldn't understand what he meant?

"Forget it, forget it, don't dwell on this."

Makoto Haramura quickly changed the subject.

Since he had already said the wrong thing, continuing would be foolish.

"More importantly, do you have anything else to do tonight? Tokiwadai shouldn't have classes, right?"

"Ah, I was supposed to have a class, but it was swimming, and I skipped it."

Misaki Shokuhou waved her hand dismissively.

How should he put it?

It was a gesture perfectly in line with Misaki Shokuhou's personality—a complete klutz when it came to sports, with no affinity for any physical activity.

She had never thought about improving in this area, adopting an attitude of avoiding it whenever possible.

"Then, in that case, how about we have dinner together outside?"

"I found a great restaurant online; shall we try it tonight?"

Misaki Shokuhou's eyes lit up instantly, and the gloomy look on her face vanished, replaced by a radiant smile.

"Are you inviting me on a date?"

"Of course, I am."

"Although we've become a couple, we haven't done the most important thing that couples do, have we?"

"I don't want to be a failing boyfriend."

Makoto Haramura also stared intently at Misaki Shokuhou's beautiful star-like pupils.

Under Makoto Haramura's intense gaze, Misaki Shokuhou couldn't help but shyly lower her head.

"But I haven't prepared suitable clothes yet."

Tokiwadai did have a rule that students should wear their school uniforms even when going out on holidays, but Misaki Shokuhou was never one to follow the rules, was she?

"In that case!"

Makoto Haramura snapped his fingers.

"How about we go out now? We can go shopping for clothes with you."

Chapter 164: First Meeting with Railgun

No matter how lazy or physically weak a woman is,

when it comes to shopping, these women can display unimaginable endurance.

Her hands were already full of bags from various brand-name luxury goods. Not only had Misaki Shokuhou changed out of her Tokiwadai uniform, but Makoto Haramura had also changed out of his clothes, which he didn't know how long he had been wearing.

"How is it?"

Gently lifting the hem of her skirt, Misaki Shokuhou twirled like a ballerina, displaying her beauty along with her newly bought clothes before Makoto Haramura's eyes.

How should he describe it?

Misaki Shokuhou, who usually wore her Tokiwadai uniform, was already pure and moving.

Now, she had changed into a pure white dress.

Her face and hairstyle, of course, were as exquisite as always. The slightly lowered neckline revealed Misaki Shokuhou's delicate collarbones and rounded shoulders, but it didn't reveal too much, giving a feeling of both sexiness and youthfulness.

The clothes, designed to perfectly fit the curves of her body, further emphasized Misaki Shokuhou's slender waist.

Looking at her slender waist, it was hard to believe that she herself claimed to be prone to gaining weight.

This was clearly the most perfect A4 waist.

The short skirt on her lower body fell directly ten centimeters above the spiderweb white silk stockings she was wearing, and a touch of flesh color interspersed between the pleated skirt and the spiderweb white silk stockings, forming another kind of visual impact.

As the saying goes, 'Buddha relies on clothes, a horse relies on a saddle.'

Misaki Shokuhou, who was already very beautiful, was so dressed up that people couldn't take their eyes off her.

The so-called 'pure yet seductive' described Misaki Shokuhou perfectly.

"Very beautiful."

That was all Makoto Haramura could say.

It wasn't that he was being perfunctory, but no amount of adjectives would make any other sense; he could only describe her as beautiful.

Misaki Shokuhou also smiled radiantly, not feeling that Makoto Haramura's description was perfunctory at all.

Because Makoto Haramura's gaze lingering on her was the best compliment to her.

The saying 'a woman dresses for her admirer' was absolutely true.

She didn't care much about other people's gazes and compliments, as long as Makoto Haramura liked it.

"You look handsome too."

Misaki Shokuhou's fair face was flushed with a pink blush, and her two white, eel-like hands were placed on Makoto Haramura's collar, helping him adjust it.

Now that she had changed into brand new clothes, how could she forget Makoto Haramura's clothes?

Of course, there were many clothes that could show off a woman's beauty.

Naturally, there were also many clothes that could show off a man's handsomeness, but on the occasion of tonight's dinner, the one that could best show off Makoto Haramura's temperament was still formal wear.

Wasn't there a good saying?

When you don't know what to wear, formal wear is your best choice.

So Misaki Shokuhou chose a pure white suit for Makoto Haramura.

Although it wasn't a custom-made suit, the size of the suit was indeed very close to Makoto Haramura's body.

His straight and upright figure, matched with a pure white suit, with a blue shirt and a red tie inside,

and white leather shoes and gloves on his hands, of course, were also white.

It made Makoto Haramura, who was already otherworldly, feel even more noble.

"It's about time; let's go have dinner. The reservation time is almost here."

They had come out around two o'clock in the afternoon and accompanied Misaki Shokuhou for about two hours of shopping.

And the time he had reserved for the restaurant was five thirty.

Although it was a bit early, it was about time to go now.

"Okay, how do we get there?"

"Should I call a car over now?"

Misaki Shokuhou made a gesture to take out her mobile phone from her handbag to call the driver who had been waiting here.

"Call him over, but just have him take these bags back."

"Anyway, there's still a lot of free time; how about we stroll over leisurely?"

Well, of course, Makoto Haramura could put all these bags into his personal space, but doing so on the street would be too conspicuous.

Moreover, if he had done that just now, he didn't know how much longer Misaki Shokuhou would have shopped.

The driver quickly left, and Makoto Haramura and Misaki Shokuhou slowly walked towards the restaurant.

But…

"Oh, ah, Onee-sama's electric shock, is still as always, as always…"

The crackling sound rang out directly, and a blue arc of light flashed across the sky, followed by a girl's intermittent panting.

"This voice?"

Misaki Shokuhou, who was holding Makoto Haramura's arm, frowned slightly.

Then, she craned her little head and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Kuroko, let me treat your perverted brain properly."

Next, a female voice filled with anger sounded.

Makoto Haramura, like Misaki Shokuhou, also cast his gaze over there.

It was an outdoor seating area of a coffee shop.

A twin-tailed girl, wearing a Tokiwadai uniform, short in height, with naturally curly hair tied into pigtails, was slumped on the table. Her body was still trembling slightly, as if she had just experienced something.

And opposite her, the one who was furious was a girl with shoulder-length tea-colored short hair.

She was also wearing a Tokiwadai uniform, with a pair of light brown pupils, and a pretty face that was the kind of competitive face.

In short, this was a pretty cute girl.

But she exuded the reliability and heroic spirit of a boy.

The arm that had been holding his arm was directly released. When the feeling of being pulled away fed back, Makoto Haramura turned his head back and looked at Misaki Shokuhou.

He saw that Misaki Shokuhou had already started walking towards the two Tokiwadai students who were arguing.

Makoto Haramura lagged behind slightly, but quickly caught up with Misaki Shokuhou.

Obviously, Misaki Shokuhou was no longer in the mood to go directly to the restaurant, but was going to get involved.

And for Makoto Haramura, it wasn't bad to have such an adjustment before dinner.

"I, Shirai Kuroko, have the task of protecting Onee-sama's chastity."

The small girl was still lying on the table, as if she had some kind of obsession, and in this obviously paralyzed state, she still had to say such things.

And it was also very obvious that after the small girl said this, the tea-haired girl became even more furious.

"You really dare to say that, Kuroko. Why are you lifting my skirt to protect my chastity?"

The girl shouted with a flushed face, but the small girl seemed to be completely unable to hear what people were saying, and crazily spat out words from her mouth like a machine gun.

"Who told Onee-sama you to always wear those tasteless safety pants…"

"Huff huff…"

"In the end, wearing safety pants under the uniform skirt…"

The short-haired girl's face became more and more red, as red as a ripe peach. This was because she felt the gazes cast on her from all around.

"Kuro…ko…"

"Hehehehehe, isn't this Misaka-san?"

"After not seeing you for a while, you haven't changed at all. Not only has your figure not grown, but even your womanly charm is as low as ever."

"I'm very worried about your future."

Familiar voice, familiar verbal tic.

It was this voice that made the tea-haired girl freeze in place as if she had been struck by lightning, and then mechanically raised her head and looked at the figure slowly walking towards her.

Then, with a rather reluctant feeling, she spat out a few words from her mouth.

"Shoku…hou, why…are…you…here?"

If you were to ask who she least wanted to see right now?

Without a doubt, it was the woman in front of her.