"Kirisu-sensei, I mean using hypnosis to put you into a deep sleep state."
Haru looked at Mafuyu Kirisu with amusement.
He really hadn't expected that the usually serious Mafuyu Kirisu and the naturally airheaded Kumin-senpai would have such lewd thoughts in their minds:
"In a deep sleep state, resting for one hour would be equivalent to your usual three or four hours of rest."
Hearing this, both Mafuyu Kirisu and Kumin-senpai's faces turned completely red.
Only then did they realize they had misunderstood Haru.
The hypnosis Haru mentioned wasn't what they had been thinking.
Mafuyu Kirisu realized she had embarrassed herself greatly in front of her student.
She was too ashamed to even look at Haru.
Her cheeks completely red, she turned her face to the side, her delicate body tense, her legs tightly pressed together.
She felt that she had lost something in front of Haru.
Something called teacher dignity.
Immediately, she felt extremely annoyed.
Why had she thought of those things first?
Haru in front of her was her student—how could he possibly do such things to her?
"So, Kirisu-sensei, join us. Think about being surrounded by students with adoring faces." Haru sincerely invited Mafuyu Kirisu, deliberately saying tempting words.
Mafuyu Kirisu felt somewhat ashamed.
As an adult, having her thoughts seen through by a student made her really unable to save face.
She felt like she had lost all teacher dignity.
But she had to admit, she was very tempted.
However, no matter how tempted she was, in her shame, she couldn't directly agree.
Moreover, whether deep sleep and such things really existed was still uncertain.
Thinking of this, Mafuyu Kirisu suddenly felt she had been deceived, actually naively believing Haru's words.
"Haru, you should pass the midterm exams first."
Thinking about being deceived by her student, Mafuyu Kirisu felt even more ashamed and gave Haru an annoyed glance.
"Then it's settled. After passing the midterm exams, Kirisu-sensei will join us!"
Haru smiled slightly, saying without allowing for objection.
Helping Mafuyu Kirisu improve her rest as repayment for her tutoring.
This was something Haru had planned long ago. He didn't like owing people favors.
After the midterm exams, he would also be able to get the third stage of deep sleep, which would be perfect timing to experiment with his abilities.
Mafuyu Kirisu wanted to say she hadn't agreed.
But thinking it over, perhaps the hypnosis Haru mentioned really could help her.
So she didn't say anything.
Mafuyu Kirisu wanted to say she hadn't agreed.
But thinking it over, perhaps the hypnosis Haru mentioned really could help her.
So she didn't say anything.
They left the office.
"Haru-kun, you're really amazing. You actually managed to convince Kirisu-sensei."
Kumin-senpai looked at Haru with admiration.
Mafuyu Kirisu's reputation wasn't only known to first-years—second and third-years all knew about her too.
After all, she was so beautiful that she naturally attracted attention.
In terms of looks, there were few at Sobu High who could compare with her.
What surprised her even more was that Haru seemed completely unafraid in front of Mafuyu Kirisu, talking to her like he was chatting with a friend.
Other students would tremble in fear just from being looked at by Mafuyu Kirisu.
"Kirisu-sensei is actually very easy to talk to," Haru smiled slightly. "Everyone's just scared by her aura. If you don't believe me, Kumin-senpai can try next time."
"I wouldn't dare," Kumin-senpai quickly shook her head.
"By the way, senpai, have you joined any clubs?" Haru smiled slightly. "If not, you could join our club and explore napping together."
"Exploring napping together? That would be wonderful!" Kumin-senpai's eyes lit up, and she agreed without hesitation.
She had wanted to establish a nap club since her first year, to find companions who enjoyed napping, but unfortunately had never found any.
Now that she finally met someone with the same hobby, of course she agreed immediately without hesitation.
As for it not being the nap club she founded—that didn't matter, as long as they shared the same interest.
Since he was already late, Haru didn't have time to chat more with Kumin-senpai.
After exchanging phone emails, they temporarily said goodbye.
Haru was in a good mood.
In one morning, he had determined his mental cultivation system and became good friends with Kumin-senpai, a "master" skilled in sleep.
It could be said he had gained a lot.
Having such good luck in one morning, Haru felt his luck wouldn't be bad today.
However, something he didn't expect happened.
"What? Eriri Kashiwagi-sensei's manuscript?"
"Yeah, she's a super master in the erotic manga world. That sensei's drawing skills are simply artistic!"
"Why does that Tomoya Aki have Eriri Kashiwagi-sensei's manuscript? Does he know Eriri Kashiwagi-sensei?"
As soon as he entered the classroom.
Haru heard people around discussing Eriri Kashiwagi's achievements.
He immediately had an ominous feeling.
Why were so many people in school suddenly discussing an erotic manga artist?
This was simply absurd.
Unless something big had happened, no one would dare discuss such things.
This wasn't just social death—it was much more serious.
Soon, with Haru's super hearing, he understood what had happened.
Today, when the female class representative of Tomoya Aki's class was organizing his belongings, one manuscript accidentally fell to the ground.
The female class representative also studied art. Seeing the excellent drawings on the manuscript, she curiously opened it.
Then not long after, she let out a scream.
This attracted the attention of the entire class.
As it turned out, Tomoya Aki's class had many otaku, and one otaku immediately recognized that the manuscript contained erotic manga by the famous online artist Eriri Kashiwagi, and it was a "masterpiece" with excellent sales.
After seeing that the manuscript was actually an original by Eriri Kashiwagi-sensei, that otaku couldn't keep his mouth shut and shouted out loud on the spot.
As a result, all the perverts in the school were in an uproar.
After all, this was an original manuscript by Eriri Kashiwagi!
If auctioned online, it would probably fetch astronomical prices.
For a moment, perverts from various classes all ran to Tomoya Aki's class to make pilgrimages.
After all, the law doesn't punish the masses.
If one person discussed erotic manga in class, they might be seen as a clown by everyone, ostracized, despised, or even isolated.
But if a group of people all discussed it, even the girls would just say "disgusting" but wouldn't actually ostracize these people.
"This is bad."
Of course, Haru didn't care about Eriri Kashiwagi's manuscript.
The problem was, he was worried about something else.
He had told Shinka Nibutani that he had consulted with Eriri Kashiwagi-sensei about drawing techniques.
Shinka Nibutani definitely didn't know who Eriri Kashiwagi-sensei was before, and had even foolishly offered to come to Haru's house.
Now, even if she knew nothing about erotic manga, Shinka Nibutani probably knew Eriri Kashiwagi's reputation.
"I hope she doesn't remember. After all, I only mentioned Eriri Kashiwagi once."
Haru held onto hope in his heart and couldn't help but look toward Shinka Nibutani.
Just then, he saw that Shinka Nibutani was also looking at him.
Instantly, Haru saw Shinka Nibutani's face turn frighteningly red.
When she saw Haru, her beautiful eyes flashed with panic and shame.
She quickly looked away.
"There goes my assistant."
Haru sighed.
It seemed Shinka Nibutani still remembered what he had said.
Now his plan to invite Shinka Nibutani to his house to draw erotic manga together was ruined.
"Perhaps this is what they call 'you can't have everything.'"
Haru helplessly shook his head. It seemed that getting the deep sleep suggestion in the morning had used up all his luck.
However, Haru didn't expect that in the afternoon, his opportunity would come again.
"Did you hear? The true identity of that Eriri Kashiwagi-sensei is Eriri Sawamura Spencer from our school!"
After the first class in the afternoon.
Hayato Tobe from the popular group suddenly started shouting excitedly, drawing everyone's attention.
"What? That's impossible!"
"I heard Sawamura-san is a rich young lady. How could she draw that kind of manga?"
The surrounding students all expressed disbelief.
"Tobe, don't spread such rumors carelessly," Hayato Hayama frowned and warned. "
Eriri wasn't just any ordinary girl—she was cute, the ace of the art club, and a rich young lady with a good background.
She was also among the top tier of popular students at Sobu High. Even Hayama Hayato and Yumiko Miura weren't qualified to compete with her.
Casually spreading rumors that defamed Eriri would be trouble even Hayama Hayato couldn't handle if she found out.
"This isn't a rumor."
At this time, a female student in the class named Minami Sagami showed a gloating smile. "I heard it was discovered by art club students—that Eriri Kashiwagi's art style is exactly the same as Sawamura-san's art style."
"I've heard about this too."
Another student chimed in. "Who would have thought that Sawamura-san appears to be a refined young lady on the surface, but secretly does such things."
"How disgusting."
For a moment, the girls all showed contemptuous expressions and criticized Eriri.
The usually high-and-mighty rich young lady was suddenly exposed as an erotic artist like Eriri Kashiwagi.
Suddenly, ordinary students who usually only dared to admire Eriri from afar and didn't even have the courage to talk to her began mocking her.
"Eriri's identity has been exposed?"
Haru was also somewhat surprised.
It seemed that Tomoya Aki's death had caused quite a butterfly effect.
Listening to the contempt around him, he wasn't surprised at all.
After all, this was Eriri.
Usually at the top of the school hierarchy.
This kind of rich, beautiful girl suddenly becoming a "shameless" erotic artist.
She would instantly become the center of news, causing a sensation throughout the school.
Those bootlickers who usually could only admire Eriri from afar—who knew what kind of faces they were showing now.
The vast majority of humans naturally enjoyed watching those high above fall into the abyss.
It was the same everywhere.
"Looks like an assistant just arrived..."
Haru's face showed a smile.
He had just lost one assistant.
Unexpectedly, it seemed he could gain another, more capable assistant.
That's right, Haru was planning to ask Eriri to be his assistant.
After all, she was the one who made the suggestion—she had to take responsibility.
However, there was no rush.
Haru planned to wait a couple of days.
Let Eriri suffer for a couple of days first.
If he approached her now, she definitely wouldn't admit to being Eriri Kashiwagi, let alone agree to help Haru.
Two days later.
On the school rooftop.
"Wah wah wah, Tomoya, you bastard."
Eriri, who was usually at the pinnacle of school popularity, was now crying like a baby, hiding alone on the rooftop eating her lunch.
When her identity was exposed, she initially tried to deny it and refuse to admit it.
However, such newsworthy gossip immediately attracted countless people to examine her works.
Not only the manga under the pen name Eriri Kashiwagi, but even her previous works in the art club and award-winning pieces were dug up.
Japanese students all had some foundation in art.
With so many people examining carefully, how could Eriri's drawing skills not be recognized?
She couldn't deny it even if she wanted to.
So Eriri was in trouble.
Usually when she appeared on campus, she was immediately the center of students' attention, surrounded by girls, admired by boys, with flattering voices everywhere.
But now, the girls who usually worshipped her avoided her like she was something dirty.
The boys looked at her with lecherous, perverted gazes.
Even the art club students who had worshipped her drawing skills all unanimously distanced themselves from Eriri.
It could be said that Eriri was completely socially dead.
Her popular life was also completely ruined.
She couldn't even find anyone to talk to.
All of this was because she had been soft-hearted and lent her manuscript to Tomoya Aki.
Eriri regretted it deeply now.
If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have been soft-hearted and lent the manuscript to that Tomoya Aki.
She had even felt somewhat sad when she heard that Tomoya Aki had died.
After all, he was her childhood friend of many years.
Now Eriri wasn't just not sad—she almost wished she had never known that guy in her entire life.
"Maybe I should just transfer schools."
Eriri felt that she couldn't stay at Sobu High anymore.
She was only a first-year now, with three more years to go.
Who knew how miserable things would get if she stayed.
"Transferring schools won't help, Sawamura-san."
Just then, a voice suddenly came from beside her.
Eriri was startled.
Then she saw a handsome, tall boy with an extraordinary temperament who had appeared beside her at some point.
Like a ghost.
"Wh-who are you!" Eriri's face went pale, and she couldn't help but step back two steps.
The newcomer was naturally Haru.
Haru didn't answer Eriri, but sat down nearby and said matter-of-factly:
"Sawamura-san, someone with your natural charisma will become the center of attention wherever you go. Those students who admire you will definitely investigate your background thoroughly, and the Eriri Kashiwagi news is so explosive that even ten years from now, it would probably become a campus legend at Sobu High."
"So unless you transfer to a school abroad or in a remote rural area, the possibility of escaping your current situation through transferring schools isn't very high."
Hearing this, Eriri was struck like lightning.
Her delicate pretty face became pale as paper.
"Campus... campus legend..."
She murmured these words, feeling that what Haru said was spot-on. This was definitely something that would happen in Japanese schools.
Thinking about her miserable future, tears began streaming down Eriri's face uncontrollably.
She burst into loud crying.
Haru's mouth twitched.
Did she have to cry so loudly?
If someone saw this, they'd think I was bullying you.
Oh wait, this is the school rooftop. Never mind then.
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