A Creepy Old Man Takes You Goldfish Scooping / The Fun Begins

Calmly, Ayanokoji Atsuomi refuted Aoyama's subtext with facts.

Although he threw his son into the White Room experiment, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka undoubtedly grew tremendously, becoming an elite among elites and eventually rising to a position of power.

"Tell me, if I slap you across the face right now, who pays a greater price?" Aoyama raised his right hand as Shiraishi looked on nervously.

"Roll."

Before Ayanokoji Atsuomi could answer, he continued to speak coldly.

There's no point in talking to someone like Ayanokoji Atsuomi; out of sight, out of mind.

This is my first time.

"Smack!"

The ear-piercing sound of a slap echoed in the classroom, instantly drawing everyone's attention. A group of customers with children at one table, as if recognizing Ayanokoji Atsuomi, wore expressions of anticipation.

The four bodyguards led by Ayanokoji Atsuomi also rushed into the classroom, staring intently at Aoyama.

"It's nothing, just some mosquitoes. Everyone sit down and get back to what you're doing."

The indifferent Aoyama waved their hands, and within two seconds, the students who were approaching turned around one by one, appearing very obedient.

"Yes, it's just mosquitoes. All four of you, get out."

Despite his somber expression and burning pain, Ayanokoji Atsuomi agreed with Aoyama's assessment.

The Student Council President, who runs at a level even stronger than national athletes at the Sports Festival, could easily be ranked first in the University of Tokyo's academic standings.

If things escalate, Aoyama might not be expelled, but he would lose all face, making everyone know that he, a councilor, was slapped by a student at the Kouiku Cultural Festival.

"... snort."

Clenching his fist, Ayanokoji Atsuomi said nothing more and left with his four bodyguards.

He was afraid that if he continued talking, he would be slapped by Aoyama again.

It was incredibly insulting, and also extremely painful.

Chapter 373 The Weird Uncle Takes You to Catch Goldfish

"Aren't you being a little too impulsive, Shiki?"

Sakayanagi, who works as a cashier, approaches Ayanokoji Atsuomi after he leaves, her face bearing the same worry as Shiraishi's.

Don't speak ill of someone, and don't hit them in the face.

Aoyama's actions may have felt satisfying, but they also created a deadly feud with Ayanokoji Atsuomi.

"The fact that Ayanokoji Atsuomi came to my door already shows that he still has feelings for me." Aoyama hadn't intended to attract attention, but seeing Ayanokoji Atsuomi's indifferent expression, he couldn't help but take action.

To use humans for experiments and yet feel so at ease—this bastard is no longer human.

Damn it.

"Arisu, tell Amasawa Ichika that Ayanokoji Atsuomi has finished his business."

After delivering the slap, Aoyama definitely felt much better.

My original plan to get rid of him after graduation was postponed until before the Lunar New Year.

"Alright, I'll arrange for someone to follow Ayanokoji Atsuomi."

Knowing what Aoyama was worried about, after Amasawa Ichika Sakayanagi the matter, Sakayanagi called and instructed one of the faculty members to follow Ayanokoji Atsuomi the whole time.

On her turf, even if Ayanokoji Atsuomi was very angry, he had to put up with it.

"This is troublesome." He ruffled Sakayanagi's hair and sent her back to her work station. Aoyama then began to plot how to kill Ayanokoji Atsuomi.

I think it's better to let him die at school; I can't keep Sakayanagi Narimori.

Should we just storm into the White Room? Or wait until Ayanokoji Atsuomi leaves and then ambush him?

"Should we refuse customers who come to our door?" Shiraishi interrupted Aoyama's thoughts. In her line of sight, Hashimoto was leading a customer straight towards them, and the customer's eyes were fixed on Aoyama.

"Finish your work early and leave early."

Seeing that it was a normal family of three customers, Aoyama did not put up the "No Painting Without a Chance" sign again.

Having failed Morishita's test, he naturally had to bear the consequences.

"I want a heart-shaped omelet rice, and I specifically asked the girl I think is the cutest to make it."

After working hard in his class cafeteria for an hour, Aoyama, now free, began to leisurely stroll around.

Our first stop was the Shiina- class kimono-themed restaurant.

"We don't have that kind of thing here." Shiina of the shop, smiled gently, her voice tinged with shyness.

Wearing a close-fitting, elegant kimono over a white lace apron and a headband with floral ruffles, the already gentle and graceful young woman now exudes the aura of a Yamato Nadeshiko (ideal Japanese woman).

That's a real shame.

With the white headband still on, he patted Shiina's head Aoyama in an empty seat.

It wasn't noon yet, and there weren't many customers in the restaurant.

"Yes, this suits you well," Aoyama said to Ibuki, who was approaching with the menu.

Ibuki, who wears the same style as Shiina, has long legs but is not very well-developed in certain areas; she is a natural kimono hanger.

"Hurry up."

She pursed her lips, looking quite embarrassed. After handing the menu to Aoyama, Ibuki turned her body to the side and looked up, avoiding Aoyama's gaze.

If Shiina hadn't said that if she didn't wear a kimono to help, Aoyama would stop teaching her martial arts, she wouldn't have worn a kimono at all.

Wearing cute clothes is adorable, but it's incredibly uncomfortable, especially when others see it.

"Did I just walk into a tsundere maid cafe?"

"... snort."

She glared at Aoyama, then, knowing she couldn't out -Ibuki argue Aoyama, turned her head away again.

"Running a business like this is doomed to fail." With a light laugh, Aoyama didn't tease Ibuki any further, and finished ordering a cup of black tea.

The Japanese sweets on the menu are mostly pre-made and not very appealing.

While the handmade items made by students may not taste as good as the pre-made ones, in terms of their overall value, the former are far superior.

Before long, a cup of piping hot black tea was brought to the table by Ibuki.

After letting it cool for a while, Aoyama picked it up, admiring the adorable Shiina dressed in a kimono, and began to savor the inexpensive black tea.

The school allocates limited start-up funds to each class. The Shiina class, which puts a lot of effort into costumes, has much less money available for food.

"Keep it up, I'll come see you again this afternoon."

After finishing their drinks, they paid the bill using the money Mashima had received, Aoyama rubbed Shiina's head again.

With only thirty students in the class, Shiina couldn't find the time to go to the cultural festival with him all day.

"Have fun with Ichinose."

Shiina raised her little hand and waved slightly, watching Aoyama leave.

As a class leader, she also has her own responsibilities.

"Remember to have fun."

At the dessert shop in Class 2-C, Ichinose two friends awkwardly approached Aoyama amidst the teasing smiles of their classmates.

Because food and beverage is a genuine necessity, Class 2-C also chose to focus on food, targeting parents with children.

"These are cookies I made, this is chocolate for Komako, and this is a mini cake for Chihiro."

On the way to the first-year students' shop, Ichinose took a bag of food out of her backpack and explained to Aoyama who made it.

Judging by appearance alone, the most appetizing food is Ichinose's cookies.

"Excellent, excellent! The ingredients are very generous, and the taste is fantastic."

Ichinose bite of the cookie that Aoyama had put to his mouth, and felt the rich, buttery flavor explode in his mouth.

The cookies, with their golden-brown, crispy exterior and delicate, soft interior, and a sweetness perfectly suited to his taste, earned his heartfelt praise.

"Hehe, try Komako's chocolate too." With a cheerful smile, Ichinose fed Aoyama more chocolate and small cakes.

Naturally, Aoyama gave a positive review after finishing the meal, gently patting everyone's heads in praise.

You can tell from the taste that they put a lot of effort into making the pastries, and they must have practiced a lot.

"Welcome, senior."

As Aoyama entered the classroom rented by Class 1-D, Nanase, who was standing not far from the door, lit up and ran up to Aoyama, greeting Aoyama and the Ichinose behind him.

"Which one is the least likely to scam you here?" Nanase Aoyama, seeing Nanase's cheerful and lively demeanor.

For this cultural festival, Class 1-D chose to copy the vendors at the temple fair and incorporated many of their mischievous games.

Looking around, you see goldfish scooping, ring toss, shooting games—all kinds of games that can make you money.

Nanase pouted slightly, "Senpai is still so mean-spirited."

"Exactly, exactly, what a big bad guy." Nodding, Shiranami agreed with Nanase's statement.

Not long ago, Aoyama and Ichinose raided her at night, and even piled the two of them together and played with them.

He's a complete villain.

"Hehe, that big bad uncle took you to catch goldfish."

Disregarding the "big bad guy" label, Aoyama pinched Shiranami's cheek and led her by the hand to the goldfish scooping stall.

Chapter 374 The Trip Begins

"I need to verify the network connection."

"Eh!? President Aoyama, how do you plan to verify this?"

"Just kidding, I want ten nets."

Aoyama smiled at the cute junior student who looked a bit young, Aoyama paid ten points for the website.

The activity of catching goldfish can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty. Over time, it has gradually evolved into the small game of catching goldfish with paper nets that we know today.

The paper net is easily damaged when soaked in water, and it will also break if subjected to too much force too quickly, making it a somewhat challenging game.

"You guys go first, I'll be the last one."

Aoyama distributed the paper fishing nets to the three people, leaving himself with only one.

The three men took the paper fishing Amikura and the first one squatted down to start the first catch.

The net was lowered into the water at an angle of nearly 45 degrees to reduce impact. The experienced Amikura had a tense little face and her beautiful purple eyes were fixed on the paper net in her hand.

Without targeting a large, greedy goldfish, the paper net quickly reached a small red goldfish, and then, with gentle movements, the net was slowly lifted.

"Ah--just a little bit more!"

Just as I lifted the goldfish out of the water, the little red goldfish suddenly swung its tail violently, tearing the paper in one fell swoop.

The unsuccessful initial attempt at the Amikura resulted in a pout.

"Hehe, watch me, Komako." With a beaming smile, Ichinose became the second catcher.

The target remains the little red goldfish that escaped.

The fish slowly approached the water at the same 45-degree angle. Just as Ichinose was about to adjust her position to lift it up, the little red goldfish seemed to sense some danger and suddenly swam away quickly.

"Huh?!" Ichinose was dumbfounded.

Having recently had to change her target, she also found that the paper, soaked in water for too long, broke before she could even lift the goldfish out of the water.

"Xiao Fanbo, you guys continue, I want to study hard." Without acting rashly, Shiranami chose to continue observing and learning.

"Then I'll continue."

As if unwilling to give up, the Amikura still targeted the one that had already escaped twice.

Three consecutive breakthroughs!

Four consecutive breakthroughs!