The school bell rang.
Hanyu Mochizuki, who had been sprawled on his desk like a salted fish, suddenly became energetic.
His dramatic actions didn't surprise the students around him; instead, they wore expressions of resigned familiarity.
In just a few seconds, Shizuka Hiratsuka entered the classroom from outside. She first scanned the room, then her gaze locked onto the corner by the window, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Her gaze was sharp and powerful; she was a capable woman.
At this moment, Shizuka Hiratsuka looked at Hanyu Mochizuki with a pained expression, filled with a sense of disappointment—
You were born with wings; why would you choose to crawl on the ground like a bug for your entire life?
You have such exceptional talent, yet you're content to live a life of decadence, like a walking corpse.
Perhaps in a little more time, he'll make some progress? Shizuka Hiratsuka comforted herself.
Unfortunately, when she saw Hanyu Mochizuki sitting upright with his eyes half-closed, half-open, as if squinting at the blackboard like someone with poor eyesight, a surge of anger rose within her!
So you're using your skill of sleeping with your eyes open in my class, huh? How honored I am! After all, in other classes, you just snore loudly...
Shizuka Hiratsuka began to lecture with a blank expression. Not until the dismissal bell rang did she speak: "Hanyu, come to my office."
"OK~"
Shizuka Hiratsuka took a deep breath, completely ignoring his lazy and provocative tone.
Hanyu Mochizuki slowly stood up, as if waking from a dream, and finally let out a soft sigh, "Sigh, unmarried women in their thirties are the most terrifying. Why hasn't society made a law to lock them up?"
"And I heard..." Hanyu Mochizuki leaned in close to a classmate who had her ears perked up. She was a girl with beautiful, long pink hair, a small bow in the middle of her bangs, a stunning figure, and a very cute face, easily the most admired in the class. The pink-haired girl was obliging, leaning in with a serious expression.
"This old woman has already attended all her university classmates' weddings. She must have felt a sense of relief, but... at every wedding, whether she wants it or not, she 'accidentally' catches the bouquet thrown by the newlyweds. Don't you think that's a kind of urban legend... Aah—"
A dusty blackboard eraser, filled with boundless resentment, flew with pinpoint accuracy and hit Hanyu Mochizuki's head, causing him to let out his last cry of agony in this life.
The pink-haired girl, who was Chika Fujiwara, now looked like a literary maiden, quietly reading her book and completely ignoring Hanyu Mochizuki, who had fallen to the floor.
"...Hurry up! Don't make me wait. You know the train to hell waits for no one. Fine, I'll help you instead." The expressionless Shizuka Hiratsuka bent down, grabbed Hanyu Mochizuki's heel, and slowly dragged him away.
"Don't worry, as a teacher, I won't let you fall on your face. Your handsome face, which you're so proud of, will absolutely not suffer any damage, hehehe..."
All the students just watched in silence, no one daring to speak up.
The secretly trembling Chika Fujiwara finally put down her book, slightly raised her arm, and with a glisten in her sky-blue eyes, looked at the pale-faced Hanyu Mochizuki in the distance with a look of grief. "Hanyu-kun, travel well... And please, don't drag me down with you! I know you're the most loyal person—"
The girl with long black hair sitting to Chika Fujiwara's right, Kaguya Shinomiya, a cold and elegant beauty, moved slightly and said in a soft voice, "It's only been three days, but you're quite familiar with him."
"Ah, I've known him for at least five days~ He's Pēsu's friend, and Pēsu loves him so much~ It feels like when he's around, Pēsu doesn't even want to bother with me, hmph!" Chika Fujiwara puffed up her cheeks, feeling quite jealous.
"...Five days?"
"Yeah, Hanyu-kun had just arrived from his hometown, and he was dressed so coolly! When I took Pēsu for a walk, Pēsu immediately ran over and rubbed against him, and that's how we got to know each other~~"
"Coolly?" Kaguya Shinomiya lowered her eyes, murmuring in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible. In her mind, she suddenly pictured a shirtless person holding a tattered bag.
He's probably like the residents who live in Gunma Prefecture.
Her friend Chika Fujiwara's taste in men was truly unique, but that must be it. She couldn't understand why a poor person from a remote village would have such fair skin...
"He was super cool~~" Chika Fujiwara clasped her hands tightly to her chest, her face filled with longing. "The black mage's robe paired with his looks was truly extraordinary. The magic staff was a bit small, but it was also very delicate and magnificent~~"
"...?!" Kaguya Shinomiya was speechless.
Is he a cosplayer?
"Ehehe... Hanyu-kun's grades are great, you know. Otherwise, the school wouldn't have given him a special recommendation. Kaguya-san, you'll have to work a lot harder."
Kaguya Shinomiya's expression didn't change. "We'll see."
Then, she closed her eyes and took a nap.
It should be most interesting to defeat a guy with such an arrogant personality.
"...Huh?" Hanyu Mochizuki picked his ear with his pinky, feigning that he hadn't heard. "A specially recommended club?"
"Haven't you had enough of being beaten? You know that expression of yours is really asking for a punch, don't you?" Shizuka Hiratsuka was furious. She immediately raised her fist, ready to give him some tough love.
"Wait a minute, let me guess," Hanyu Mochizuki waved his hand, signaling her to calm down. "When I was climbing the wall, I overheard someone talking—"
"Hey! Don't do such dangerous things at school!"
"Well, just let me finish for now." Hanyu Mochizuki looked at Shizuka Hiratsuka with disdain. "It's rude to interrupt someone."
Heh, you're probably the most ill-mannered person in the entire school, Shizuka Hiratsuka sneered.
Unfortunately, Hanyu Mochizuki completely ignored her expression and continued nonchalantly, "It's the Service Club, right! The one with only one person, that weird club that's always acting as a convenient tool! While Yukinoshita-san is indeed quite nice, unfortunately, I don't have the interest to fawn over her for now... Heave-ho! Don't attack me randomly! My evasion skill is maxed out!"
"Heave-ho! Heave-ho! I'm dodging, I'm dodging! A teacher's hitting me! A teacher's hitting me! Someone call the police!" Hanyu Mochizuki shouted loudly, dodging left and right. He was so agile that he didn't get hit once.
"Maybe no one will call the police. Hiratsuka-sensei, do you need me to provide cover for you? I can also handle the body." A voice suddenly came from the doorway.
The flower of Class A, Yukino Yukinoshita, stood at the office doorway. She was a girl as cool and ethereal as smoke, and her black school uniform only enhanced her beautiful and pure aura, making one think of their first love.
She was just as famous as Kaguya Shinomiya, Chika Fujiwara, and Shinka Nibutani of Class A.
And now, she was quite angry.
"Yukinoshita Yukino, what a nice name~"
"Heh heh, your actions have already become a serious murder case. I suggest you both be prepared. Most importantly, I've already recorded it." Hanyu Mochizuki, in a standoff with Shizuka Hiratsuka and Yukino Yukinoshita, finally revealed a sinister face, holding up a camera and laughing heartily.
"Don't push me! Don't push me! When I go crazy, I even scare myself, hehehe..."
Hanyu Mochizuki advanced, and Shizuka Hiratsuka and Yukino Yukinoshita retreated.
Hanyu Mochizuki advanced again, and Shizuka Hiratsuka and Yukino Yukinoshita retreated again.
"Bye-bye~ Ro-hahahahaha—" Hanyu Mochizuki swaggered away quickly from the doorway, his laughter filled with a great, unsettling charm.
For a long time.
Shizuka Hiratsuka sighed. "He's a truly troublesome problem child."
"Shouldn't the school do something?" Yukino Yukinoshita said flatly. "That kind of scum can easily corrupt the school's atmosphere."
"He has never violated any school rules. On what grounds? Besides, he's just a child, and his nature isn't bad," Shizuka Hiratsuka said, frowning as she looked at her.
"You can't just judge a person based on their appearance and dismiss everything about them. Without absolute proof, making a rash judgment and believing it to be true can easily lead to trouble."
"...Understood."