Huh!?
The members of the Kendo Club today had truly seen the world. Having already experienced multiple shocks, they thought there was nothing left that could shake their hearts again. However… Miyajima-senpai immediately performed another amazing feat.
"Personally asking for contact information…"
To be honest, even if the Japanese people are more reserved, it's not a big deal for young people to actively ask for an email address or something. But, but, but, but… this was Miyajima Sakura.
She appeared gentle and approachable, but deep down, she maintained a certain distance from people. Otherwise, the students of Shirakawa High School wouldn't refer to this Senpai as the 'Flower of the High Peak.' If she were to open her mouth and ask someone for their contact information… most people, especially men, would undoubtedly feel extremely honored.
Most of the Kendo Club members already had their president's contact information because they were in the same club… But, she hadn't personally asked for it.
Moreover, Miyajima-senpai now looked cautious, afraid of being rejected… Damn it, it makes this old man so envious!
If Miyajima-senpai looked at me with that expression, forget an email address! I'd even give her my life!
Then, Hayato showed them a trick that made them realize the gap between people.
"I don't have a phone," he said.
Pfft—
Upon hearing this, many club members almost couldn't help but spit out their drinks. Hey—!
"Ah…" Miyajima Sakura was stunned for a moment, then put away her phone, slightly disappointed, but still displayed a perfectly beautiful smile, "Is that so? That's truly a pity."
"Mm, if anything comes up, Miyajima-senpai, you can just…",
Hayato thought for a moment, then corrected himself: "You can just have someone come find me in class."
After school today, it was this Senpai who came to pick him up for the Kendo Club.
Miyajima Sakura's reason was very legitimate: "I was afraid Kobayashi-senpai wouldn't know where the Kendo Club was."
But in other people's eyes…
This Flower of the High Peak, not content with seeking Hayato out once during class break, now came to personally greet him after class… Hmm, they smelled something fishy.
Even after Hayato and Miyajima Sakura walked out side-by-side for a long time, many people were still secretly watching their movements.
Anshi Zhengzhi was even teary-eyed, happy for his own Aibo while also burning with jealousy.
"This, this is how it is… So, there's already such a gap between you and me… So that's it… Ha, hahahaha…"
Others couldn't tell if he was crying or laughing.
It was like fearing your brother would suffer, but also fearing your brother would drive a luxury car.
In short, it caused quite a stir.
"Alright." Miyajima Sakura lowered her head, "Then, for Sunday's plans…"
If they could contact each other by phone, private meetings would be very convenient. If they couldn't communicate in real-time, modern people would find it troublesome to arrange meetings. After thinking carefully for a while, she said, "Then how about we agree to meet at the Shibuya Hachiko statue at noon on Sunday?"
"Good plan." Hayato nodded and said, "However, I'd like to make a slight modification. To prevent any unforeseen circumstances that might prevent timely notification, if we don't see anyone by 'twelve-thirty,' we'll assume the other party 'cannot make it.' How does that sound?"
Miyajima Sakura was confident she wouldn't break her promise, but she also agreed to this term.
"Hayato, you've thought this through. We'll do as you say."
"Then I'll trouble Miyajima Sakura when the time comes," Hayato said.
He then picked up his schoolbag, which was placed beside him.
"I'll take my leave for now."
"…He's leaving so soon?"
Kato Takeshi was also straightforward; after admitting he was no match for Hayato, he set aside his prejudice and now even took the initiative to talk to him.
"Yes, I still have a very important mission to complete," Hayato said with a sigh.
Mission!
This word instantly touched the hearts of the young boys and girls.
Suddenly, the rumored 'Tokyo's Sword Demon' and this Mr. Hayato's image overlapped. Could he really be that Sword Demon who fought one against ten? Was the so-called 'mission' to draw his sword, slay demons, and act heroically? So cool, Mr. Hayato…
"Th-that, Senior Kobayashi… are you going to do something?" Kase Masafumi instantly turned into a little fanboy, his eyes sparkling. He held back, but still couldn't resist asking.
Hayato looked pained:
"Complete homework… and an 800-word self-reflection letter."
He had been caught skipping class earlier.
After dealing with Dong Gang, he was called to the faculty office by his class teacher and given a severe reprimand.
'Fighting yesterday, skipping class today, Hayato, are you trying to reach for the sky?!'
Hayato immediately followed the traditional art of the Yamato people, adapting to local customs.
"Hey! Hey! Sumimasen! Hontoni Sumimasen!!"
Then he bowed repeatedly to the teacher, promoting the spirit of the craftsman.
Would the 'Sword Demon' also be troubled by academics?
Tragic!!
The members of the Kendo Club found it a bit unbearable to watch… Sure enough, ancient heroic legends were all lies; even so-called heroes had the troubles of daily life!
"Oh, right, Kase."
Hayato turned around and pointed, singling him out: "You, work hard. I'll be watching you. If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask. F Class, Year Two."
He reiterated it.
"…Yes!"
Kase Masafumi answered loudly.
Feeling deeply honored, a blush spread across his youthful, middle-schooler-like face.
Hayato, with his bag on his back, leisurely walked out of the Kendo Club.
He passed through the teaching building and the sports field.
Leaving at this time meant he was leaving early, while other clubs were still in the midst of intense training.
For example, the Baseball Club.
Hayato looked towards the Baseball Club from afar.
Mr. Hayashi was scowling and fiercely training his students; those poor students were panting and sticking out their tongues like old dogs under the scorching sun.
Hayato just glanced a few times.
There was no sign of Nanao Akane… Well, of course, after what happened, Ayaka would surely find an excuse to skip today's club activities.
Smart of her, Hayato thought to himself.
Then, he felt a fierce gaze, like a leopard eyeing its prey, shoot towards him.
Hayato narrowed his eyes and met the gaze without flinching.
It was indeed Coach Dong Gang.
The two were dozens of meters apart, with several wire fences blocking the sports field between them.
But both still clearly saw each other's expressions.
Coach Dong Gang opened his mouth as if to devour someone, making a chewing motion, thick saliva clinging to his yellow incisors. Then he drew a finger across his throat, making a threatening cutting gesture.
Hayato smiled slightly, his lips moving a little as he mouthed four words.
N.M.S.L
[Host, why haven't you claimed the reward for this mission, 'Don't Be Corrupted! Baseball Club Girl!'? Beep, Ai-chan is complaining continuously, this makes Ai-chan feel very insignificant…]
The system, at the worst possible moment, began to appear in his mind.
Hayato immediately dispersed his thoughts, suppressing it.
[Wai-wait… Ai-Ai-chan… Ya-yamero…]
Then, the system's voice faded away as if it was moving further and further…