"Forget it, I still trust you anyway."
Nakamura Yu gave up on lecturing Akira, after all, Akira was an excellent student under him.
He figured he wouldn't do anything unreliable.
The last class of the morning ended, and Akira, as usual, took his lunchbox and went to Wakana's side.
He sat opposite Wakana and opened his pink lunchbox, revealing the rich meal inside.
"Akira's lunch is so lavish."
Wakana hesitated for a moment, but still complimented him.
"It's made by Sajuna, after all, so it's definitely delicious."
Akira boasted, his mouth curved into an uncontainable smile.
Kashiwagi and Murakami, who had left the classroom early, also returned, carrying bento boxes and bread bought from the convenience store.
"Kashiwagi, Murakami, good afternoon."
Akira moved his lunchbox, turned his body, and picked up a piece of tempura from the lunchbox, putting it into his mouth.
Akira's movements were so logical and fluid that Shiki and Murakami Kouki couldn't help but adjust their gaze to follow his actions.
Then they saw the pink lunchbox Akira had intentionally displayed.
Shiki slapped his forehead.
Murakami Kouki sighed softly.
"Good afternoon, Akira-kun."
The two greeted Akira a little dispiritedly.
"Akira, stop showing off your lunchbox!"
Kashiwagi roared at Akira, who was trying to adjust the position of his lunchbox again: "It's so obvious, how could I not see it!"
"Stop showing off!"
Murakami Kouki also showed an expression of shared indignation.
"Akira was really cool answering questions in class."
Murakami Kouki said with a hint of envy, "I wish I could be that cool too."
"Eh?" Akira was a little stunned and stopped eating with his chopsticks; "I just answered a question, that's all."
"What's with that look on your face!"
"But today, Akira-kun somehow seems to be glowing."
Wakana also nodded; even though he had no expression on his face, he seemed to be radiating a soft glow.
"Don't talk nonsense! How can such an abnormal thing happen!"
Akira complained twice; he hadn't done anything, had he?
"By the way, Akira."
Shiki stopped eating his pineapple bun and asked Akira: "What's the next plan for Murakami's love strategy?"
Murakami Kouki's gaze also turned to them, as it concerned his happy school life.
"Didn't we say to let Murakami first get on good terms with Sugaya-san?"
Akira looked up, "After all, usually, Sugaya-san doesn't show any special feelings for any boy."
"However, speaking of which, Sugaya-san seems to have called Murakami 'Tetsuya'."
Shiki recalled.
"I haven't heard of Sugaya-san having a special way of addressing any boy."
Akira analyzed, but the specific situation is only known to Sugaya Nowa herself.
"Murakami, what are your thoughts?"
Akira asked Murakami Kouki. Although a battle plan had already been made, everything is often full of plans.
Plans always change.
Just like before, he only wanted to slowly develop feelings with Sajuna, but Sajuna's self-conquest was too fast, directly causing his plan to collapse and him to confess quickly.
Therefore, the implementation of the plan still needs to be adjusted according to the progress.
Murakami Kouki hesitated for a moment, looking at the gazes of the three, and his cheeks flushed slightly.
By the way, he seemed to often see boys blush!
Akira quickly dispelled this sudden thought.
"I want to quickly confirm Sugaya-san's thoughts about me."
Murakami Kouki expressed his thoughts with some difficulty, and noticing the silence around him, he looked up and saw the three people watching him.
Shiki's face suddenly broke into a smile.
"Then let's accelerate Murakami's romance."
"Mhm."
Wakana also nodded, looking very determined.
Seeing Akira just wanted to gently tap Wakana's head, couldn't he show a little more spirit?
Don't be so firm when it comes to other people's feelings!
"Then let's proceed directly to the next step of the plan."
Akira agreed to Murakami Kouki's request and turned to look at Wakana.
"Wakana."
"Eh!"
"I'm giving you a task."
"You and Kitagawa-san find out what Sugaya-san thinks of Murakami."
Akira, like a client, gave Wakana his business requirements.
"Can you do it?"
Wakana looked at Akira hesitantly, feeling that Akira-kun still wanted him to do other things.
It shouldn't be a misconception, he just felt that Akira-kun was too focused on his and Kitagawa-san's affairs.
"I'll… I'll do it!"
Wakana quickly agreed.
It's not a difficult thing, right?
"Murakami can just continue to ask Sugaya-san out with Kashiwagi and them."
Akira thought for a moment, then said: "If Wakana can discuss it with Kitagawa-san."
"I feel like Kitagawa-san and Sugaya-san could go, and then you and Wakana could go on a date together."
"What date!"
Wakana's face turned red.
"Then Wakana and Kitagawa-san can leave you and Sugaya-san alone."
So the crucial part still lies with Wakana, Akira thought to himself.
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As the pen tip glided across the notebook, lines of detailed notes were written out.
The last class of the afternoon was Japanese language, so there were a particularly large number of notes to take.
Not to mention, he was currently trying to diligently learn knowledge not belonging to his grade level, so he could only work harder on solidifying his foundation.
Amidst his focused thinking, the previously stagnant growth in reading began to recover, once again displaying entirely new functions and aspects.
Akira felt as if he had a sudden realization.
Ding-a-ling!
The dismissal bell rang on time, but the teacher on the podium had not stopped, still lecturing on the last section, while the students in the classroom had all begun to pack up their desks.
After the teacher announced "Class dismissed," the noisy sounds in the classroom immediately reached their peak.
Akira neatly packed his books, walked to the back of the classroom to pick up his school bag, put it on, and walked towards the club room.
A fulfilling and busy day had finally ended.
Akira turned his head and saw Wakana also beginning to stand up and pack his things.
Different from usual, Marin, wearing her school uniform, was holding Wakana's desk with both hands, leaning slightly forward, looking a little puzzled.
What a bunch of adolescent pig-headed boys!
Akira couldn't help but think of the light novel he was writing, and then he couldn't help but laugh.
I'm one of them too, after all.