The next day, morning.
Tokiwadai Middle School was conducting its various academic lessons as usual. As a school for young ladies of nobility, the knowledge taught was not limited to various academic subjects but also included some arts and skills filled with the atmosphere of young ladies.
For instance, home economics class would teach how to repair Persian rugs, literature class would teach tea ceremony and gardening, and there were also music classes for instruments like piano and violin.
Yet, during this otherwise unremarkable class time, one student after another had their gaze drawn to a certain girl sitting by the window, whispering among themselves.
"Chinatsu... is actually studying hard!"
They looked at the shocked expressions on each other's faces; for these classmates who had known Chinatsu for a year, this was undoubtedly rare.
In terms of academic performance alone, Chinatsu was in the lower-middle tier at Tokiwadai, but this did not actually mean Chinatsu was an idiot; rather, it was because Chinatsu's training regimen since childhood had been focused on martial arts.
Mikoto would be reading and studying. Chinatsu would be throwing punches and kicks.
Besides that, there were all sorts of other skills, such as driving cars, piloting yachts, and flying helicopters. If not for the age restrictions on getting these licenses, Chinatsu would have already collected them all.
Based on this, she only spent a small amount of time studying textbook knowledge to cope with exams. I remember when they were little, Mikoto even made a bet with her on exam scores; the loser had to use their own pocket money to buy food for the winner.
On a test worth one hundred points, both of them ended up getting full marks. Mikoto puffed up her cheeks on the spot upon receiving the report card—after all, one hundred points was the limit of the test, not her limit. In the end, Chinatsu, unable to refuse her younger sister, bought her food.
At this moment, Chinatsu was flipping through various books rapidly, as if using quantum reading techniques. That serious demeanor left the teacher at the blackboard at a loss, though she had no intention of going over to disturb Chinatsu.
She simply gave a light cough to draw the other students' attention back, held the textbook in one hand, and continued the lesson step by step.
From the morning classes until the afternoon, except for home economics and music class, Chinatsu basically maintained this state until the school bell rang at the end of the day. Only then did she let out a sigh and put down the books she was holding.
"Whew~ The progress is not bad~"
Sitting in her seat, Chinatsu exhaled while crossing her hands and stretching out in a big, heavy stretch. The moment she finished stretching her neck and stood up from her seat, Kuroko's figure appeared out of thin air to her right.
Smack!
Chinatsu delivered a precise hand chop to Kuroko's forehead. The "undefeated" hugging tactic met its second failure, which made her fully realize that the last time she missed wasn't actually an accident.
"Onee-sama..."
Kuroko pouted aggrievedly, her two watery, big eyes looking as if they were about to drop bean-sized tears again. Unfortunately, having learned from past mistakes, Chinatsu was no longer going to be fooled by Kuroko.
"Sorry, I have something to do tonight."
Chinatsu sighed helplessly, reached out to pat Kuroko's head, and then picked up her small backpack and slowly walked out of the classroom.
Kuroko blinked in confusion, turning around gloomily to look at her sister's back as she slowly left the classroom. A rather ominous thought arose spontaneously.
Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!
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