The rooftop of the school building—
This is not a private place. During lunch break, many students come here to eat lunch boxes, and some students sit on the benches here to read books. It looks quite lively.
However, after Michael appeared, the students' chatting voices lowered a lot, and they pulled away a distance, with nervous expressions on their faces.
"Am I that scary?"
At noon, he didn't have a bento, and he was too lazy to go to the school cafeteria or convenience store to buy bread. Only the cigarette in his mouth was particularly conspicuous, and he took a puff in the swirling smoke.
"Huff—"
Leaning on the railing and squinting his eyes, he looked down at his outfit, "I don't look like a bad student, do I?"
After saying that, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled casually. In the eyes of those students, he might really be a bad student, although there was no difference in the uniform—
Huff.
Even a bad student wouldn't dare to smoke so brazenly in a public place, but Michael didn't care. This behavior was even worse than a bad student.
Withdrawing his gaze, too lazy to care about those people, he turned around and leaned on the railing, letting the wind blow. The hair on his forehead swayed slightly, and his eyes fell on the students in groups of three or five below.
"Huh?"
As if seeing some interesting guy, the boy's expressionless face suddenly floated with a strange smile, and he turned and went downstairs.
"Michael—"
He was called out as soon as he walked out of the teaching building. The tight sportswear outlined the woman's graceful figure, and the curves were amazing. Compared with her sultry figure, the woman's face was pure.
With long green hair reaching her waist, she seemed like a gentle woman, but at this moment, she came to Michael with a cold face.
"Michael! You're actually smoking at school?!"
Facing her accusation, Michael lazily raised his eyelids, "Ms. Otani, you don't seem to be a homeroom teacher, do you?"
Karen Otani is the physical education teacher in his class. Although she teaches physical education, she is very gentle and cares about the students. Michael, a student who seems out of place, is also noticed by her.
Even though Michael only finds her troublesome.
Like now—
"Even if I'm not your homeroom teacher, you can't violate school rules like this," Karen Otani walked up to Michael, put her hands on her hips, and her large chest shook, shocking.
Michael turned his head with a cigarette in his mouth and met her persistent gaze. Seeing Karen Otani reach out to grab the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, he tilted his head and dodged.
"Michael!"
Seeing that he dared to dodge, the beautiful physical education teacher got angry and directly grabbed Michael's arm to prevent him from escaping. During the pulling, there would inevitably be some collisions, and he could clearly feel the aura and softness from Ms. Otani.
Ambiguous touch.
Swish.
The cigarette in his mouth was taken away by her, and Michael looked at her helplessly. He wanted to use his Absolute Control to squeeze this nosy female teacher, but unfortunately, don't look at her big breasts.
As a physical education teacher, Karen Otani's athletic ability is very good. Purely in terms of attributes, she is above him. The effect of [Absolute Control] on her is extremely limited.
Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to speed up the acquisition of red hearts.
"Michael, smoking is not a good habit, especially since you are so young," Karen Otani extinguished the cigarette with the tip of her shoe and threw it into the trash can. "The teacher doesn't want you to become a bad student."
"However, the teacher also knows that you have no parents and are a poor child. If you have any difficulties, you can tell me, and I will help you," Karen Otani said with a gentle smile.
"Don't look at Ms. Takamine like that, but she is actually a gentle and good teacher."
Emily Takamine, mentioned by Karen Otani, is the homeroom teacher of Class 1-D.
"I don't care whether she's gentle or not," Michael smiled and said, "But Ms. Takamine and Ms. Otani are both very beautiful."
Eh?
What does that mean?
Karen Otani didn't know what Michael meant by this and could only stand by the garden, tilting her head, with a confused expression.
Michael, who left Karen Otani, spat and groped in his pocket, "Did she think I didn't have any more after confiscating one? Ms. Otani is really naive."
Snap.
Light it.
He doesn't actually have a smoking addiction; he only has one when he's in a bad mood. Unfortunately, Michael, who traveled to this world, is indeed not in a good mood.
Coming to the edge of the playground, he saw a pair of men and women under the cherry tree at a glance. The red-haired beautiful girl was standing there with a strange senior. Michael narrowed his eyes and a smile appeared.
Walking towards there.
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"Yuto-senpai..."
Staring at the line he sent on his phone, it was an invitation from the person she liked. Clara's face didn't show much joy, but rather a frown.
Michael's existence is like a mountain pressing on her heart, inescapable, unavoidable, and unable to resist.
At least, she can't involve Yuto-senpai. That person's warning this morning is still vivid in her mind, but how should she tell Yuto-senpai?
Should she just tell him not to look for her anymore?
Clara was immersed in complicated thoughts and unknowingly came to the edge of the playground. Yuto-senpai was calling out not far away, holding a bento box in his hand.
"Clara—!"
"Yuto-senpai..."
The boy, exuding youthful vitality, wore a short-sleeved shirt and had a bright smile on his face. He was also quite handsome, which is probably what a riajuu is.
Clara, who would usually be very happy to see him, was now only left with entanglement and sadness.
Her gaze dodged.
"Clara, I feel like you're a little different today," Yuto looked at the girl in front of him. Whether it was her clothes or her dress, it was almost the same as before, but he just felt that Clara was a little different.
"Different?"
"Yeah, Clara seems more beautiful than before," He couldn't say exactly, but she was just a little more beautiful.
The uniform outlined the girl's hot curves, the legs under the skirt sparkled in the sun, the rosy cheeks exuded a sweet taste, and beads of sweat were slightly oozing from her slender neck.
It made one couldn't help but want to stick out their tongue and lick it, to savor the taste.
Emily's body unintentionally exuded a bewitching aura, causing this senior to frequently glance sideways, his mouth dry and tongue parched.
Today, Emily felt very charming...
More beautiful? I should be happy to be praised by a senior, right? Emily lowered her head, a bitter smile on her delicate cheeks beneath her bangs. This silent demeanor stunned Senior Yuto.
"Emily? What's wrong? You don't seem to be in a good mood."
"No, no," she quickly shook her head, forcing a smile as a cover. "I'm not in a bad mood. Senior Yuto, is there something you wanted to talk to me about?"
"I wanted to have lunch with you," Yuto shook his bento box, noticing that Emily had nothing in her hands, he asked in confusion, "Emily, didn't you bring a bento?"
"I, I didn't make a bento today."
The girl said softly.
"Ah, how about I share my bento with you? Or we can go to the cafeteria together."
"No, no need," Emily waved her hand. Although she had a lot to say to Senior Yuto, she could only refuse with tears in her eyes, even considering whether to distance herself from him. "I'll just buy some bread later."
"Then—"
Emily is a bit strange today. Yuto buried his doubts in his heart, wanting to say something more, but was suddenly interrupted.
"Yo, isn't this Emily?"
An arm stretched out from behind, and under Yuto's stunned gaze, wrapped around Emily's slender neck, hooking her shoulders. "What are you doing here?"
Who, who is this person?
Seeing Michael, Yuto was stunned for a long time before waking up, his eyes fixed on the posture and movements of him and Emily being so close, his eyebrows furrowed together.
"Emily, he, who is he?" Senior Yuto asked with wide eyes, his fingers holding the lunchbox turning white and pale, his face a little ugly, forcing a smile. "Someone you know?"
"He—"
The moment Michael hooked Emily's neck, her body's nerves and muscles tensed up, her pupils subtly trembled. The familiar scent and taste made her body tremble slightly.
After last night's absurd night, she couldn't possibly forget Michael's scent.
The traces he left on her body, the traces left in her body, have not disappeared now, like PTSD, her body reacts the moment he touches her.
And it just had to be in front of Senior Yuto.
Emily bit her lip tightly, lowering her head and saying nothing.
She really wanted to break free and push Michael away, but she knew she couldn't.
"Emily, you, are you two dating?"
Yuto asked in disbelief.
"Not at all," Michael said before Emily could open her mouth, pulling the girl's neck into his arms, his head intimately close together, gently sniffing her hair. "Emily and I are just ordinary friends."
Ordinary friends?
If you are ordinary friends, why are you so ambiguous?!
Yuto clenched his fists.
"Emily," Michael rubbed against her ear, blowing air into the girl's ear, "What do you say?"
"I... um, Michael is my friend," Emily said, pursing her lips. The hand on her neck, and his body leaning against her shoulder, made Emily's delicate body as stiff as a sculpture.
Accompanied by the faint smell of tobacco.
"Just friends? Emily, I don't think he looks like—"
The rest of the words were not spoken, only a suspicious look was constantly on Michael, with his arm around the girl's shoulder, exuding a rogue aura, a cigarette in his mouth, it would be even stronger if his hair was dyed yellow.
However, he has black hair, even so, Yuto still feels that this person is not right.
Emily is also not right.
"Speaking of which, I haven't had lunch yet. Emily, would you mind having a meal with me?" Michael's hand around her picked up the girl, caressing her smooth and delicate face, but his eyes were staring at Yuto.
Watching his gnashing teeth, a smile appeared in his eyes.
"Um..."
"Emily? Emily—cough cough!"
Whoosh.
The smoke ring blew on Yuto's face, watching him coughing non-stop in frustration, Michael raised the corner of his mouth, intimately holding the girl in his arms and leaving straight away, Emily did not struggle at all, and said nothing.
"Emily... what exactly is your relationship?"
Watching the girl he likes being held by that strange young man, leaving only their backs, Yuto's chest heaved, his face pale.
Why.
Doesn't Emily know my feelings?