Amamiya Natsuki clicked his tongue softly.
The best way to cure internet addiction was actually still violence. Some addicted teens could be reasoned with, while others were impossible to reach. Advice went in one ear and out the other; they didn't take you seriously at all. Even a clay figurine would get angry.
Trying to win them over with kindness was simply too high-level a move. Amamiya Natsuki couldn't pull it off.
"Senpai?"
Amamiya Natsuki turned to look at Tsubame-senpai beside him.
Koyasu Tsubame nodded slightly and said in a low voice:
"Got it."
Amamiya Natsuki looked at Quail girl and the passerby player. Both girls nodded in unison.
In that case, today's internet addiction was as good as cured!
Amamiya Natsuki smiled and said:
"Mrs. Takagi, could you take us to your child's room?"
Mrs. Takagi quickly nodded.
"Please, follow me."
When they reached the spare bedroom, Mrs. Takagi first raised her hand and knocked on the door, then opened it.
Amamiya Natsuki looked inside. In the dim room, a boy who looked like a junior high school student wore headphones and hammered away at the keyboard. The old desktop computer hummed nonstop.
Mrs. Takagi said nervously:
"Ken, stop playing games..."
The addicted teen turned to look at them. After giving them a glance, he looked away and continued tapping away at the computer, saying impatiently:
"Get out."
"You..."
Mrs. Takagi clutched her apron in both hands, her face wearing an uneasy, ashamed expression.
Tsubame-senpai couldn't stand it anymore. She furrowed her delicate brows and said:
"She's your mother. Why are you speaking to her like that?"
"I'll talk however I want," the addicted teen said impatiently. "Stop bothering me. All of you, get out."
Amamiya Natsuki raised an eyebrow.
His fist was clenched.
His fist was really clenched.