The next morning, another weekend day.
As the alarm on his bedside phone rang for the third ti, Fuyuji rolled over, fumbled arduously at the head of the bed, and turned it off. After thrashing about in bed a few more tis, he finally propped up his upper body.
He stared blankly with half-open eyes for a long while, then reached up and rubbed his ssy hair, letting out a long, drawn-out yawn.
Cha-Cha!
That woman was just too powerful. The Six Arts of the Gentleman he prided himself on were no match for even a single exchange with her! In the end, he could only flee in utter disarray after throwing out a childish parting shot like "I dare you to not run after school."
A complete and utter disgrace!
He picked up his phone from the bedside and opened last night's anonymous account. After hesitating a mont, his finger twitched slightly, and he sent a tentative provocative ssage.
In just over ten seconds, a storm of curses seed to overflow from the screen and burrow straight into his brain.
Holy crap, this woman is vicious as hell!
High-intensity online surfing, camping the spawn point. The mont he stepped out the door, he was instantly obliterated.
And at this hour, could she have even set so kind of special notification alert? She hadn't even bothered asking who he was anymore. Her sole intent was to curse him to death.
Fuyuji's fingers rubbed the phone screen. Should he just delete her?
Logically, his original objective had already been achieved. Now that Cha-Cha knew her actions might be discovered by others, she probably wouldn't rush off to kick railings so impulsively anymore.
But sohow, he still felt unsatisfied. Three versus one, and they'd still been counter-killed. Did they even know how to play?!
The mont he thought of this, Fuyuji's fists clenched hard. He wanted to open his phone and trade barbs with her.
Then he saw line after line of endlessly refreshing Zaun-style vitriol on the screen...
Fuyuji silently turned off the screen.
But then again, to honestly admit one's inferiority to another in certain aspects—wasn't that also a form of comndable behavior?
In the end, Fuyuji decided to let her off for now. He would go into secluded cultivation for a period, use her to grind so levels while he was at it, and once he returned to the realm of a Keyboard Immortal, he would finish her off with a single keystroke.
This was called: When winning, launch a counter-offensive and settle accounts. When losing, harbor a grudge and bide your ti.
He tossed another line of bait to her like feeding fish, then swiftly logged out of the account, leaving Kushida going off into the void. This was the ultimate of the Thirty-Six Stratagems: If all else fails, retreat.
Having dealt with Kushida, Fuyuji got out of bed, washed up, casually shoved so food down to handle breakfast, and then started tidying up his room, putting away everything that should be there and everything that shouldn't.
Yes.
There was only one reason that could make a guy set three alarms to wake up and voluntarily tidy his perfectly form-fitted, cozy bachelor den—a thief in the house—a guest coming over.
Heaven only knew why Senpai had chosen not the library or a cafe, those hallowed grounds of tutoring, but instead opted to wreak havoc upon his little nest.
But, phrased in her own words, it was probably "Because I feel like it." To so extent, she and Morishita were indeed a bit too similar.
After tidying up, Fuyuji made a point of taking out the tea set he'd spent a whopping 5,000 points on. Normally, no one ever ca here, so he didn't need to bother keeping anything for guests around.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect Senpai to defy conventional logic and co barreling in like a runaway dump truck, sending him, his room, and everything flying in one go.
After Fuyuji had used the restroom for the third ti, the doorbell rang out rcilessly, "Ding-dong, ding-dong."
Fuyuji pushed open the door and stood blocking the entrance, speaking with great solemnity. "Senpai, let's go out for the tutoring. It won't look good if word gets out about a girl entering a boy's room. And we can go shopping right after we finish."
Yes, he still wanted to struggle one last ti. After all, this was the one and only haven in his life that hadn't yet been devastated.
"An unreserved personality like that won't do, you know. That's a point deduction in Senpai's book. And, do you think Senpai cares about the evaluations of others?"
Kiryuin Fuka tossed her long white hair back and pushed straight past Fuyuji, who was blocking the doorway, forcibly barging into his little nest.
Hanging her bag behind the door, Kiryuin placed one hand on her hip and swept her gaze across Fuyuji's room, like a leopardess inspecting her newly conquered territory.
"Hoh..." Kiryuin drew out the syllable and cast a teasing look at Fuyuji. "To actually tidy your room this thoroughly... were you afraid I'd see sothing I shouldn't?"
Yes, in here lies the secret to becoming Holander. If you find out, I'll have no choice but to silence you permanently. Fuyuji grumbled internally.
"Normal people wouldn't let a girl see that kind of stuff, Senpai included."
"So, it does exist, then?"
"It does not!" Fuyuji answered decisively, without a shred of hesitation.
"Hahaha, relax. Even if there really was, Senpai wouldn't deduct points from you for it."
So just how many points have you already deducted from in your mind?
Having finished teasing Fuyuji, Kiryuin bent over and removed the small leather shoes from her feet.
What entered Fuyuji's sight was her slightly upturned, gracefully curved hips. Her white school pleated skirt swayed in the air. Below were two long legs wrapped in black tights, one of them lifted backward, an index finger hooked into the back of the shoe to slide a small foot free.
Senpai, that's a bit of a foul you're committing there.
Fuyuji sighed mournfully in his heart.
"Where are the indoor slippers?" Kiryuin turned her head.
Fuyuji fell into a brief silence. "Would you be very surprised if I said I forgot about that?"
"Nothing you do would surprise at this point." She already had a considerable understanding of Fuyuji.
"Senpai, if you don't mind, you can use mine. I normally don't really use them at ho anyway." Fuyuji reached out and took out his own pair.
"No need."
Kiryuin made a sweeping gesture with her hand and strode into the room in her black tights, her eyes scrutinizing the arrangent of items as she walked.
"Where have you hidden your little goodies?"
"Senpai, why are you so fixated on that kind of thing like so female thug?"
"As your Senpai, isn't it perfectly normal to be concerned about the physical and ntal well-being of the kouhai who admires ?"
"In what way is this normal?!"
Kiryuin paid this no mind. She walked over to the computer desk and casually flipped through the books Fuyuji had borrowed from the library. Then she looked at the kitchen utensils arranged on the kitchen counter.
"You've got quite a rich set of hobbies. Seems your school life is pretty fulfilling too." Kiryuin continued forward, her gaze stopping on the birdcage hanging on the balcony.
"You actually keep a bird?"
"Because it and I get along pretty well."
"Where's the bird?"
"Haven't tad it yet. It just occasionally drops by for a visit."
"Now that's sothing novel. Why are you feeding it fries?"
"It says that's what it likes."
"Hearing you talk about it, I almost want to et this bird myself. Introduce us when you get the chance."
"Sure."
Having finished her inspection of Fuyuji's room, Kiryuin gave her assessnt with a dashing air: "Not bad!"
"Senpai, if you were born in ancient tis, you'd definitely be one of those supre generals who could fight a hundred n single-handedly. Uesugi Kenshin, Takeda Shingen—none of them would be a match for even a single exchange with you."
"Is that so? I think so too. If it were , achieving that wouldn't be strange."
Kiryuin nodded confidently. She knelt properly at the table, knees together.
"However, my goal is actually different from what you're thinking, Kouhai. I want to cast off the na Kiryuin and live a peaceful, ordinary life, just like anyone else."
"You want to beco Kira Yoshikage too?" Fuyuji, who was at the fridge getting barley tea, asked in disbelief.
"What is that?"
"Cough, cough."
Fuyuji cleared his throat, set down the barley tea, struck a bizarre, twisted pose, and began his recitation.
Thirty seconds later, he looked at the uncharacteristically silent Kiryuin and asked, with a hint of expectation, "Senpai, do you want to beco this kind of person?"
"This kind of guy, who anyone can tell at a glance is a total pervert, is definitely not my choice."
A faint flush of red surfaced on the face of Kiryuin, who normally went her own way and cared nothing for others' opinions—like a flash of lightning suddenly streaking across a wilderness.
But very quickly, that red hue vanished—brief and fleeting, like a flower that blooms only for a mont.
"What I want to do in the future is this: not rely on the Kiryuin na, get into university on my own, find a job at a small company after graduation, and then live an inconspicuous, unrestrained, free life."
Fuyuji felt the corner of his mouth twitch as he listened. He bent over and poured the barley tea. "But Senpai, you're already very conspicuous right now."
Just being dragged by her to the cafe in full view of everyone was conspicuous enough.
"Am I?" Kiryuin had absolutely no self-awareness whatsoever.
"Even I've heard of the famous second-year Kiryuin-senpai who skipped a special exam yet again." Fuyuji placed the barley tea in front of her.
"True. After all, it's ." Kiryuin swiftly accepted this explanation.
"So, a quiet, ordinary life just isn't suited for you, Senpai." Fuyuji sat down, cupped the teacup in both hands, narrowed his eyes, and took a sip of tea. "And you don't necessarily have to use that thod to shake off your family na."
"Then do you have a better idea?"
Fuyuji smiled and extended his thumb: "Find soone and get married!"
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