Even with chuunibyou, let's learn together!

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Hayakawa frowned slightly. Natsukawa's tone was somewhat sarcastic, making him feel challenged. So he said calmly, "I'm tutoring her not because I care, but because I absolutely cannot allow such a loser with single-digit grades to exist in my sanctuary!"

"Didn't all five Nakano sisters achieve this result?"

Xia Chuan retorted, "Why don't you care about the other four?"

"The other four don't know Furuhashi and Ogata, and they're not friends with them,"

Hayakawa sneered and pointed out, "I don't even want to think about what kind of chemical reaction will occur when a black sheep like Yotsuba hangs out with good-for-nothings like Furuhashi and Ogata every day."

"Tch, so many excuses."

Natsukawa Masaki curled her lip and gave a disdainful snort.

Hayakawa: "..."

Have I given you too many smiles?

The two had already reached the security booth at the entrance and could see the black car parked outside the school gate. The car was blocking the school gate, and a middle-aged driver with a cold expression was standing outside the car quietly waiting.

When Natsukawa Masuzu saw that person, a deep darkness appeared in her eyes, but she still smiled and teased Hayakawa, "I'm so envious~ If you cared for me as much as Yotsuba did, maybe I would follow you wholeheartedly, even to the ends of the earth together~"

Why should I go to the ends of the earth?

Hayakawa looked at her expressionlessly: "Then what do you need to be cared for? Your grades don't require any tutoring, and your family is well-off and wealthy. Why would you need anyone to care for you?"

"What if my grades get worse, and I have no money left... I'll be homeless all by myself."

Natsukawa Masuzu looked up and stared directly at Hayakawa: "Will you take care of me?"

Definitely not. You can't help me improve, so what use are you to me?

Hayakawa wanted to answer like that, but when he saw Natsukawa Masuzu's serious expression, he hesitated and frowned slightly.

"What's the answer?"

Natsukawa Masaki pressed for an answer. The two stood in front of the deserted school gate, while the driver slowly approached. Natsukawa Masaki's urgency grew as a result.

"Well, if you end up poor and homeless in the future, I wouldn't mind taking pity on you,"

Hayakawa revealed a flippant expression and casually said, "After all, I came here to study alone from Tokyo, and I've been living without anyone to serve me for too long. It's about time I found some servants. If you insist on following me, then I'll make an exception and not examine you. I'll take you in as a maid."

"Wow, there are so many prerequisites!"

Veins bulged on Natsukawa Masuzu's forehead as she gritted her teeth, suppressing her embarrassment and annoyance, and forced a ridiculously fake happy smile: "Wow~ I'm so happy! To be able to become a maid at the Hayakawa Girls' House is the greatest honor of my life~"

"Does that need to be said?"

Hayakawa crossed his arms and said arrogantly, "You can't get into my house without going through layers of selection."

"Young Miss, it's about time to go back."

At this moment, Si Mai strode over. He first scrutinized Hayakawa from head to toe with a critical look, then turned his gaze back to Natsukawa Masaki.

Hayakawa didn't even glance at him.

What an impudent lackey! To look at such a majestic being as this emperor with such disrespectful eyes, do you not want your eyes anymore?

"Yes, it's time to go back."

The moment this person arrived, Natsukawa Masuzu's casual and natural smile vanished, replaced by a polite and distant calm. She looked at Hayakawa as if she were just looking at an ordinary classmate. She bowed slightly and left, saying, "Good day, Hayakawa-kun. See you tomorrow."

"Oh, good day."

Hayakawa responded to her in the same way.

Natsukawa Masuzu glanced at Hayakawa, then stepped onto the thick layer of maple leaves on the ground and got into the back seat of the car. The driver then slowly drove away.

Hayakawa saw Natsukawa Masuzu's profile in the rearview mirror, her delicate face like a frozen tombstone.

"..."

Hayakawa withdrew his gaze, raised his head, and looked up at the sky. It was already dark; only a sliver of the setting sun remained above the distant mountains, and in the deepening twilight, countless stars could be faintly seen twinkling.

Hayakawa squinted to greet the starlight, then walked back home through the night.

……

"Ding dong~"

With a command in his mind, Hayakawa's train doors swung open, and he walked out of the subway station with his head held high.

Yes, Hayakawa is already sixteen years old, but he's still at the stage where he stands in front of the subway doors and waves coolly the moment they open, pretending that he's the one who made the doors open.

Many people call this chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), but Hayakawa doesn't see it that way. He sees it as the king's uniqueness, and he has long been accustomed to this excellence.

"Ugh…"

Hayakawa walked along the path with a sigh, his dark eyes gleaming in the night, like a king of the night returning to his throne.

"Jie Jie Jie~"

Hayakawa opened his arms, feeling the boundless power, gently closed his eyes, and uttered a strange, hollow voice: "This world... belongs to me once again."

Suddenly, someone gently tugged at his sleeve. Hayakawa instinctively looked over and saw a woman with short orange hair, wearing glasses and an udon shop uniform... Ah, it was Ogata Riju who appeared in his eyes.

Hayakawa: "..."

Why is it that every time I unleash my true self, these inexplicable short people always appear beside me? Last time it was Aizawa Omi, and this time it's Rizu Ogata.

Why? Just because you're short? Is it because your existence is so insignificant that I, in my greatness, cannot perceive your presence, and that's why you come to spy on me?

That's just too despicable...

Chapter 194 Forgiveness (Previous chapter revised, refresh in the upper right corner)

"..."

Hayakawa felt a pang of pain in his heart as he looked at Ogata Riju, who had suddenly appeared before him.

Why is it that every time I try to express my true self, someone always interrupts me?

"you…"

Hayakawa paused for a moment, then said, "What are you doing here so late?"

"Send udon noodles."

Rizu Ogata showed Hayakawa the takeout package she was holding, then stared intently at Hayakawa with her bright eyes: "More importantly... what were you doing just now, Hayakawa?"

"I didn't say anything."

Hayakawa's face darkened, and he turned his head away.

"You said it, didn't you?"

Rizu Ogata stepped forward, her face full of curiosity, and asked, "Is that something from a movie, like 'the world belongs to me'? Do you have a favorite movie or TV show lately?"

"I didn't say anything,"

Hayakawa's face darkened further, and his voice became somewhat hoarse: "Don't worry about these things, hurry back to your studies."

"Oh…"

Rizu Ogata responded blankly, then seemed to suddenly understand.

This must be what Fumino and Minami-senpai told me—chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), right? They both said Hayakawa has this condition.

He looks pretty handsome.

Rizu Ogata couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like to be as arrogant and domineering as Hayakawa, imagining the chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) images she had found online.

Wearing an eye patch, colored contact lenses, and dressed in Gothic Lolita style clothing, the science-oriented Lolita girl clutched her arm, looking at the enemies in front of her with a cold and disdainful expression.

"The world belongs to me... The king of this land is only me—Rizu Ogata."

"I don't accept any apologies from you lowly bastards! Go repent in hell!"

"Can you stinking pigs get out of here?"

Hmm? Something seems off.

Is this really just chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)?

Riju Ogata frowned slightly, feeling that what she found on the online forums seemed to be somewhat different from what Hayakawa had found.

Never mind, I'll have Hayakawa learn it later and see if he's right.

"Ah, time's almost up,"

Ogata Rizu couldn't figure it out, so she stopped thinking about it. She glanced at the time and was immediately startled. She hurriedly said, "I have to go deliver the udon."

She looked at Hayakawa with a hint of reluctance in her eyes and a hidden expectation in her gaze, but she remained silent.

"Then you go ahead, I'm going home too."

Hayakawa chose to ignore Ogata Riju's gaze and turned her head away from looking at her.

"……All right."

The light in Ogata's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he looked away for a while, then turned back to look at Hayakawa with longing eyes.

"Ugh…"

Hayakawa paused for a moment, scratched his head, sighed slightly, and said helplessly, "Thinking about it, there's nothing to do at home anyway, so I'll walk with you."

"Okay, let's go together."

The science-loving girl's eyes lit up instantly, and a faint smile bloomed on her face. The city's neon lights shone on her ivory-white, flawless skin, giving it a light pink hue. The emotions of dependence and joy in her expression were conveyed to Hayakawa's heart without any hindrance.

"Let's go quickly."

Hayakawa lowered his eyelids, turned his head to the road, put his hands in his pockets and walked forward, his back as straight as a pine tree.

"Um,"

As Ogata Riju watched Hayakawa's retreating figure, a tender feeling lingered in her heart. Seeing him leave, she quickly picked up her udon noodle takeout and chased after him.

Hayakawa walked rather quickly, and Ogata Riju caught up in a few steps, slightly out of breath and struggling as she carried the large bag on her arm.

"You're delivering too much takeout at once."

Hayakawa glanced down at the package Ogata Riju was carrying, and frowned when he noticed her small hands, which were red from being squeezed by plastic bags.

His pride as a learner began to take effect.

These are hands meant for reading and writing, for holding pens and books. How can they be used for this kind of thing!

"Because...it's all from the same company."

Riju Ogata appeared calm, as if she had gotten used to it, but the way she pursed her lips clearly showed that she was enduring the pain, and a faint sheen could be seen on her smooth forehead.

"Let me get it for you."

Hayakawa hesitated for a moment, then took the plastic bag from her hand: "It's too slow for you to carry it. How long will it take to deliver it?"

"oh oh."

Ogata Rizu paused for a moment, then rubbed her hands, which were aching from being squeezed so tightly, and stammered in a low voice, "Actually, I'm already used to it..."

Do you deliver takeout to your home every day?

Upon hearing this, Hayakawa immediately turned his head away with a serious expression.

"No, not either,"

Rizu Ogata said calmly, "It's just that occasionally, when business is particularly good, my family doesn't have enough people, so they need me to help greet customers or deliver food. For example, my family called me today, which is why I didn't go to the library after school."

"That's it."

Hayakawa responded, but his expression wasn't good.

In his view, students should focus on their studies and not be distracted by other things, but this was a family matter for the Ogata family, and seeing that she seemed to think it was perfectly reasonable, Hayakawa had no reason to say anything.

However, Hayakawa was still somewhat gloomy. He could accept Ogata Riju's distressed and painful appearance, but it should be when she was hunched over her desk worrying about a literature essay question, or when she was distressed by her own miserable grades. Hayakawa would be happy to see that, rather than a high school girl carrying a large bag and walking a long way at night.

"What's wrong, Hayakawa?"

Ogata Rizu noticed Hayakawa's slightly somber expression and her expression shifted immediately. The girl's thoughts were swayed by everything the person next to her did, and she couldn't help but ask with concern, "Are you unable to resist wanting to study?"

"Why do you equate my learning with an addictive reaction?"

Hayakawa's face darkened, and he couldn't help but complain.