Under the gaze of these seven beauties, Xia Chuan Yuan felt a chill down his spine. A pervert might enjoy this, but he wasn’t one—he was a normal boy. With forty years of magical life across two lifetimes, unease mixed with a hint of pleasure. Maybe too long single, he was drifting toward gentlemanly… or rather, perverted tendencies.
“Xia Chuan Yuan, listen up! I’ll repeat this once. Memorize it this time! Forget again, and you’ll handle all cleaning duties this month!”
Tsurumi Misuzu was stunning, especially with that smile. But it felt like Hel’s death knell—the Norse goddess of death was female too. How could such a lovely woman be so devious?
“Pay attention. Beside you is class rep Sakurano Sora… Got it? Repeat it now. Fail, and I’ll assume you weren’t listening. I dislike careless students! Punishment: you clean all month. Go on, recite!”
Tsurumi Misuzu rattled off the names like R&B—fast yet crystal clear. Her lips curled slightly into a smile. Ah, enchanting… but way too scheming! Xia Chuan Yuan grumbled inwardly. He spotted the teasing glint in her eyes, as if she’d bet he’d fail.
What the heck! Singing? R&B? Can’t you just speak normally? Why so rushed!
Yet somehow, his mouth remembered. He blurted instantly:
“Yes, teacher! Beside me is class rep Sakurano Sora… Seven officers total. Report complete! Awaiting orders!”
Wow!! I’m actually that amazing! Hmph! Underestimated me! He finished calmly, but gloated inside. He kept his face neutral—standing out might trigger Tsurumi Misuzu’s next trick. Stay low-key. Stay low-key.
Xia Chuan Yuan swept a glance at the seven beauties, mentally rating each. Silently, he committed them all to memory.
“Fine. Since Xia Chuan Yuan answered, we’ll drop it. Everyone’s met—the officer circle is set. Stay after class. Dismissed. Next segment begins.”
Tsurumi Misuzu seemed helpless against him. With a sigh, she let him off, sparing him narrowly.
Walking back, Xia Chuan Yuan glared at Matsushima Ryo, making him shiver. Xia Chuan Yuan resolved: he’d fully embrace the “otokonoko” title, unmoved by outsiders.
Seated, he noticed Shimadani Chiyo beside him. Of course—a girl that tall belonged here. Naturally, Uehara Eri sat in the front row.
At private Sakurano High, students excelled. The school partnered with universities—special admissions, recommendations, score cuts. So academics weren’t strict. Fun classes and festivals blended Chinese, Japanese, and Korean school customs.
Tsurumi Misuzu continued her speech. First impressions built authority—80% of how people judged you. Asserting dominance over Xia Chuan Yuan thrilled her.
First-day classes were light. Teachers introduced themselves, chatted, or called names from rosters for quick intros.
Most schools did this—fostering teacher-student bonds for better learning ahead.
The day flew by. Without a homemade bento, Xia Chuan Yuan ate in the cafeteria. Few queued—most students were Japanese day scholars who brought bentos.
Still, some preferred the cafeteria. Seeing others eat bentos there saved him long waits.
…
Afternoon dismissal came early for club time. Since officers had to stay, only Xia Chuan Yuan and the seven girls remained as classmates left. He wondered what Tsurumi Misuzu truly planned.
