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The Lazy Hero (contracted novel with 28 chapters)
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"Or else what?" he asked, feigning fear.
She fixed him with a cold stare. "You'll see."
Mai stared at her hand with a desperate expression. The sweet liquid from her ice cream dripped between her fingers, forming a small, sticky puddle on the ground. She looked up at Ryosuke, a furious spark in her eyes.
"Seriously?! Look at this! My ice cream's ruined! All because of your weird demonstrations!"
Ryosuke raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "My demonstration?" he said, pretending to be offended. "You're the one who stood there staring at me like I'd summoned a dragon. I didn't ask you to do anything."
Mai blinked, dumbfounded. "What?! Are you kidding me?! You distracted me with your talk about concepts, and now you dare say it's my fault? You really need to learn to shut up sometimes!"
Ryosuke raised his hands in surrender, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Alright, alright," he said in a soothing tone, though the smile on his lips only irritated Mai further. "Fine, I'll buy you another ice cream. No need to look at me like you're about to hit me."
He turned and strolled casually toward the vendor, hands buried in his pockets. Mai, still fuming, crossed her arms and watched him go.
"And he calls himself a gentlemanā¦"
Ryosuke walked with nonchalance, but halfway there, he tilted his head slightly, as if addressing someone invisible behind him. "You planning to keep spying on me forever?" he asked in a calm, almost bored tone.
Everything seemed normal. Only the voices of playing children and the hum of insects broke the silence.
Then, a faint buzzing sounded. A tiny mechanical bee suddenly emerged from a nearby bush. Its translucent wings, glowing faintly blue, beat rapidly, producing a steady, artificial hum.
"Of course you sensed me," the bee said in a synthetic yet surprisingly expressive voice. "But even so, you still opened your mouth and spilled everything."
Ryosuke shrugged slightly, not slowing his pace. "It concerns you too," he replied casually, without so much as glancing at the bee. "Might as well deal with it now. I hate repeating myself. One stone, two birds."
The bee flitted around him. "Why would you do that?"
Ryosuke stopped abruptly, forcing the bee to adjust its flight. He turned his head slightly toward it. "My aunt," he began with an exaggerated sigh, "told me I need to build relationships. Make an effort to talk to people, connect, blah blah blahā¦" He waved a hand vaguely, as if the idea bored him. "So, here I am. This is my way of doing it."
The bee hovered silently for a moment before responding. "And of course, you expect something in return. So, what is it?"
Ryosuke resumed walking, hands back in his pockets. A faint, mysterious smile curved his lips. "That you help me keep my humanity."
He said nothing more, leaving the bee hanging. It stayed still for a moment before following him silently, its buzzing blending with the ambient noise.
Ryosuke approached the ice cream vendor casually. As he opened his mouth to order, the bee cut in: "Pistachio flavor."
Ryosuke raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Pistachio?" he muttered, skeptical. "You're joking, right? She picked melon earlier."
"Trust me."
Ryosuke stared at it for a moment, hesitant, then sighed in resignation. "Fineā¦ pistachio it is." He placed the order, suppressing a grimace, then handed the new ice cream to Mai, who was waiting a little farther off.
"Here's your ice cream," he said, his voice oddly hesitant.
Mai grabbed the cone and narrowed her eyes. "What's this flavor?"
Ryosuke looked away slightly, rubbing the back of his head. "Pistachioā¦"
Mai's eyes widened, stunned. For a moment, she stood frozen, staring at the green ice cream. Then, to everyone's surpriseāespecially Ryosuke'sāshe brought the cone to her mouth and took a bite.
The silence that followed was almost unsettling. Ryosuke crossed his arms, watching Mai closely, searching for any hint on her face. But all he saw was an expression of pure contentment.
She savored the ice cream with an almost comical seriousness.
Ryosuke smirked and looked away, hands back in his pockets. "Thanksā¦" he murmured, barely audible.
Mai looked up, her mouth still full of ice cream. "Huh? Thanks for what?"
Ryosuke flinched slightly, like a kid caught red-handed. "Huh? Uhā¦ nothing."
Mai stared at him for a moment, her gaze suspicious, but she eventually shrugged, deciding not to press. After all, the ice cream was delicious.
Ryosuke let out a quiet sigh of relief and shot a quick wink at the bee, which hovered lazily beside him.
The bee remained silent, drifting idly around his head.
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Ryosuke stood in front of his desk mirror, slightly leaning forward, one eyebrow raised. This moment, he never skipped. The uniform might be mandatory, but styleāthat was a matter of creativity.
Everyone knew the standard Jujutsu High uniform: a pristine black jacket with neatly aligned buttons, dark pants with an almost military simplicity, and always-polished black shoes. Functional, practical, butā¦ terribly boring. Not for Ryosuke.
First, the jacket. He'd added a vibrant red stripe to the left lapel.
Then, he'd rolled up the jacket sleeves slightly, revealing the cuffs of a crisp white shirt underneath. On his right wrist, a woven leather bracelet.
As for the pants, Ryosuke had tailored them to fall just above the ankles. That wasn't all: he wore white socks. And instead of the standard black shoes, he'd opted for high-top sneakers, meticulously cleaned the night before. They shone almost as much as the buttons on his jacket.
But the piĆØce de rĆ©sistance, the detail that sealed his charm, was the navy scarf he'd casually tied around his neck. It floated lightly behind him.
He straightened up, crossed his arms, and studied his reflection for a long moment. "Not bad. Noā¦ incredible." A satisfied smile lit up his face. Grabbing his backpack, he headed for his bedroom door.
With a dramatic sigh, Ryosuke pushed open the door to the classroom building.
He let out an exaggerated sigh as he surveyed the empty classroom. Morning light bathed the room, but not a single familiar figure was in sight. He was alone, completely alone.
He took a few steps inside, then dropped his bag on a desk in the front row. Pulling out his phone, he checked the screen.
8:00 a.m. sharp.
"Seriously?" he muttered, frowning. "This can't be right. This is supposed to be the perfect time. Not too early to look like a teacher's petā¦ and not late enough to seem like I'm just rolling in."