Chapter 62: Chapter 62 The Easy-to-Raise Hot Girl (Looking for Followers)_1
The morning’s four classes flew by in the blink of an eye.
At the sound of the clear bell, the students scattered. So headed to the convenience store outside, others to the cafeteria, and still others took packed lunches with friends to find a secluded spot to enjoy their al.
In the cafeteria, the floor-to-ceiling window seats facing the courtyard were often more than half empty, and Aozawa and Phoenix Academy Maggie together were imdiately noticeable. This naturally gave rise to gossip among the boys and girls, speculating whether the two were dating.
As for the actual situation, only the two involved probably knew.
Takahashi Saeko’s gaze shifted from Phoenix Academy Maggie’s back and turned toward the Hot Girl in front of her, who was taking big bites of her pork cutlet. Her small mouth opened wide as she bit into the crispy pork cutlet, her slightly red lips glistening with oil. Because of the high calorific content, the girl’s cheeks, as smooth as Dove chocolate, were tinged with a hint of red. The colorful pentagram sticker below her right eye twinkled just as brightly as the glistening oil.
Takahashi Saeko said, her tone sowhat exasperated, "At lunchti, you should have been eating with Aozawa, not here chowing down on pork cutlets with us!"
Ayatsuki Ayaka swallowed her pork cutlet, blinked, and wore a clueless expression. It wasn’t their first ti gathering for lunch together, so why suddenly bring this up out of the blue? she thought, and instinctively glanced toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, where Phoenix Academy Maggie and Aozawa were sitting at the sa table.
She quickly averted her gaze, feeling sowhat inferior. Even from behind, Ayatsuki Ayaka thought that Phoenix Academy Maggie was different from ordinary people. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was different. It was just that Phoenix Academy Maggie looked so beautiful and refined, seemingly unapproachable for casual conversation. To be more specific, it was like an amateur military enthusiast suddenly encountering a well-trained, fully-ard soldier. The difference between them was clear in their stance, attire, and aura.
Ayatsuki Ayaka might look flashy on the outside, seemingly fearless, but deep down, she was a timid sweetheart. On her own, she lacked the courage to approach. She only dared to confront Phoenix Academy Maggie’s formidable aura if it were on behalf of soone else, like that ti she delivered a ssage for the class president.
Of course, in front of her girlfriends, Ayatsuki Ayaka would never admit to being scared. She straightened her back and said, "Saeko, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—it’s more important for
to eat with you girls. How could a re man be more important than sharing lunch with all of you?"
As the words fell, perhaps Ayatsuki Ayaka was overly sensitive, but she felt the gazes around her seed to hold disbelief.
"Hey, don’t tell
you suspect I’m afraid of Phoenix Academy Maggie, that I don’t dare to join Aozawa for lunch?"
Upon hearing her words, Tama Chan smiled and said, "Of course not. Let’s just say our sisterly bond is strong."
"We’ve always had a strong sisterly bond!" Ayatsuki Ayaka emphasized.
Tama Chan always suspected that once this girl got a boyfriend, she would toss them aside. She was the typical type to forget friends at the sight of a man. Despite these thoughts, Tama Chan didn’t call her out. Instead, she chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, we’ve got a strong bond, so I’ll reward you with a slice of pork cutlet."
Ayatsuki Ayaka’s eyes lit up, and she swallowed hard. "Maru, really?"
"Of course. I wouldn’t dare to eat too much of such high-calorie food."
"HEHE, I don’t have that issue. I can never get fat no matter what I eat." Bringing this up, Ayatsuki Ayaka’s cheeks showed a hint of pride. She wasn’t boasting; from a young age, she had never needed to exercise or diet, always eating heartily. Yet her figure had never gained excess weight; if anything, her chest seed to have received a bit more of the ’nutrition’ than the other girls’.
"Sotis, I really envy you," Tama Chan sighed inwardly, looking at the greens in her bowl. She had put in a lot of effort to maintain her perfect figure. Ayatsuki Ayaka, on the other hand, didn’t need to expend any effort to maintain hers, reveling in whatever food she wanted.
"HEHE," Ayatsuki Ayaka chuckled proudly, her cute dimples showing. She then lowered her head, eagerly picked up a piece of pork cutlet, and took a large bite.
Tama Chan smiled, thinking Iroha was so easy to please. A simple pork cutlet could make her so happy.
The leisurely lunchti passed, and the afternoon classes flowed away quietly like water through one’s fingers.
It wasn’t Aozawa’s turn for duty today, so he headed straight to Kendo club training after school. Compared to the tornt of studying, the simple satisfaction of physical training made him happy. The feeling of strength coursing through his limbs, the ability to discern an opponent’s weakness at a glance, and the sensation of striking with a bamboo sword were all irresistible to him.
Studying was different. Even if he diligently made an effort to learn without slacking, he still felt the pain. Every incrent in knowledge had nothing to do with pleasure. Perhaps this was the gap between re mortals and top students.
Fortunately, he never aspired to excel academically with high scores. His only aim was to pass the Tokyo University entrance exam after securing victory in the Jade Dragon Flag tournant.
Aozawa imrsed himself wholeheartedly in the sweat of his youth.
As the sun neared setting, he wrapped up his training. The Kendo club’s protective gear was left for the first-years to clean. He and the second and third-year students left early.
The gentle sunlight scattered over the quiet campus as Aozawa and fellow Kendo club mbers waved goodbye at the school gate and headed towards the Ayase Apartnt.
With his hands in his pockets, he fell into deep thought. Where should I conduct the Transformation experint tonight?
Aozawa thought it over. It would be better to do the Transformation training after my night run. That way, the night will be darker, and I’ll pick an unoccupied park as the location. I hope it isn’t the kind of conspicuous transformation that makes
gigantic, he mused.
As Aozawa pondered these matters, he walked past familiar streets and heard the bark of a pit bull.
Today, Mrs. Ishimura was not throwing a party inside her house. She was dressed in a pure white dress, leaning against her front door, and smilingly beckoned, "Little brother, my drain is clogged. Could you help
clear it out?"
The best way to keep a secret is to silence soone permanently. The next best way is to involve that person in the secret. Mrs. Ishimura knew she couldn’t do the forr and had to resort to the latter, bringing those in the know into her parties.
"No need. I’m not familiar with that sort of thing."
"You’ll learn once you try." Mrs. Ishimura winked, her tongue sweeping over her bright red lips like a python ready to strike.
Aozawa shook his head again and quickened his pace to leave.
Returning to the Ayase Apartnt, he took the elevator to the sixth floor, stepped out, and opened the door, announcing, "Chitose, I’m back!"
"Wash your hands first, then we can eat," Morimoto Chiyoda replied from the kitchen. Her timing was impeccable. All the food was perfectly cooked by now.
Morimoto Chiyoda turned to place the spinach on the counter, then untied her white apron and hung it nearby.
Aozawa comnted with a smile, "Chitose, you’re increasingly embodying the essence of a good wife and mother."
"I’ve always been this remarkable," Morimoto Chiyoda replied calmly.
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