"Ah, so you're the daughter of General Manager Zhou, who runs an internet company," Shirou said in sudden realization.
"Honestly, there was no helping it. Any normal person should have figured that out already." Chou Meimei rolled her eyes at Shirou. Her smiling eyes were like blooming peach blossoms. Though she looked much younger than Komachi, she revealed a faint, charming allure.
At that moment, two girls came shouting over. One had a single ponytail tied on the left side of her head, while the other had one tied on the right. They ran over from both sides like loyal dogs.
"Princess! Don't just run off on your own! You still have a performance later!"
"Princess! Where did you run off to? Take me with you! And who's this?"
"Wan'er, Lingyue, this is Shirou from Chiba," Chou Meimei said to the two classmates.
"Flesh Lump classmate?"
Am I some extra lump of flesh that needs to be cut off?!
"Ronaldo classmate?"
I'm not that Portuguese guy either.
"Hello. If it's too awkward to say, you can just call me Shirou in Mandarin. I can understand it," the Youth said helplessly, sweating awkwardly.
"It's fine, Flesh Lump classmate! Please don't try to get friendly with the Princess. Don't be fooled by how petite she is, or how modest her chest is—so modest it might as well not exist. She's actually a third-year middle school student about to enter high school. In the blink of an eye, she'll inherit the family business, and I'll become a CEO too, rising to the top!" the girl named Wan'er on the left shouted aggressively.
I didn't ask about you. Wait—doesn't that mean this girl is in the same grade as Komachi? Shirou looked in surprise at Chou Meimei, the little girl whose head only reached