Numb Chabashira

"Heh."

"I want to know what your next plan is."

She snorted coldly.

Chabashira seemed completely unconcerned about their current situation and even deliberately puffed herself up.

Woman, you were playing with fire...

Suzuki Tsubame was no Liu Xiahui. He immediately reached out with his wicked right hand.

"Mm~"

Chabashira bit her lower lip lightly and could not help shuddering.

Yet she did not push him away right away.

Since Chabashira was being so generous, Suzuki Tsubame naturally did not hold back.

In fact, Suzuki Tsubame had always dreamed of becoming a doctor ever since he was young.

Whenever he saw them strategizing within their fields and winning victories from a thousand miles away, he found them exceptionally cool.

And what interested him most was undoubtedly the origin of life.

After all... that was where bloodlines were passed on, where the spark of civilization lay, and where countless new lives began.

Suzuki Tsubame felt that he ought to examine her properly.

The issue of her body being overly prominent.

After all, her problem there was more serious than most people's. Suzuki Tsubame could tell with a single glance.

You had to admit... although Chabashira was full of lies, there was not a hint of fakery in her figure.

Before long, her ears had gone weak and her face was as red as a ripe tomato.

Though she felt uncomfortable, Chabashira still endured it with all her might, like a housewife worried that her husband might lose his job.

"Chabashira-sensei, why is there a lump here too?"

"Have you had enough fun?"

Chabashira's tone was icy as she glared at him fiercely as if he were garbage.

What kind of question was that? What did he mean, had he had enough fun?

He really did not appreciate good intentions. A doctor did not discriminate by gender.

Besides, he had only just felt the lump and had not even determined its precise location yet.

If he stopped now, would not the examination from before have been for nothing?

"Chabashira-sensei, if all you want is to rise to Class A, there is actually no need to make things so troublesome."

"What do you mean?"

Sure enough, the moment Suzuki Tsubame mentioned advancing to Class A, Chabashira endured it again.

"Katsuragi of Class A is exceptionally meticulous and good at managing a class."

"But... he is more than capable of preserving what he has, yet lacks initiative. He is nothing to worry about."

"Sakayanagi of Class A may be the Chairman's daughter, adept at controlling people and exceptionally intelligent."

"But she is far too arrogant. With just a small trick, I can easily crush her spirit."

"Besides... the two of them are already fighting so fiercely over the position of class leader that they can barely stand each other."

Suzuki Tsubame had made himself very clear: the two of them in Class A were simply nothing to worry about.

For a moment, the pantry was filled with an intoxicating atmosphere.

Chabashira's eyes were already brimming with tears.

A scent of hormones mixed with sweat rose from her body.

"Ha~ mm."

She had become so absorbed that she nearly failed to suppress her voice.

"Then, then what about the other two classes?"

"Hmph~"

Chabashira gripped that veiny hand, no longer letting him do as he pleased.

Suzuki Tsubame looked somewhat regretful.

"Well, there is even less need to take the other two classes seriously."

Suzuki Tsubame said casually:

"Ichinose of Class B is completely living in a utopia where everyone is good friends."

"They will not even need anyone else to act. Given enough time, her class will collapse on its own."

Aside from Himeno Yuki, everyone in Class B had placed their hopes on Ichinose alone.

But they had forgotten that Ichinose was human, not a god.

Ichinose was just a young girl like them.

"What about Class C?"

Chabashira looked impatient. She had waited far too long for this moment.

She had been back at Advanced Nurturing for six full years. This year was her seventh.

She had left all her youth here, all for the sake of reaching Class A!

"Chabashira-sensei, aren't you being a little too impatient?"

Suzuki Tsubame casually walked around Chabashira and plopped down in the very spot where she had been sitting.

Class C was his real trump card.

There was no way Chabashira could contribute nothing and still expect to reap the rewards.

"Suzuki! What do you mean by this?"

Chabashira's voice was urgent. She did not want to wait any longer!

"Don't forget, we're tied to the same rope!"

Suzuki Tsubame spread his hands, his expression calm.

"We are tied to the same rope, that's true."

"But Chabashira-sensei wants to reap the rewards without contributing anything. Doesn't that seem a little unfair?"

Looking at the boy before her, who showed not the slightest panic, Chabashira found herself unable to do anything about him for the moment.

"Aren't you afraid... that I'll call the police and report you right now?"

"Your hand... just now..."

Chabashira made her final struggle.

Threats... this trick worked well on ordinary people.

If information had not spread, even Ayanokoji could have fallen for it.

Unfortunately, this was the one trick that did not work on Suzuki Tsubame.

Looking at Chabashira, Suzuki Tsubame enunciated every word:

"Chabashira-sensei, I heard you've been at Advanced Nurturing for six years already."

"How many six years... does a person have in their life?"

Chabashira's expression darkened.

That's right... I'm already twenty-eight. How many more six years do I have?

Although Chabashira had discovered another Ayanokoji who deliberately controlled his scores at the beginning of the month,

she had yet to confirm Ayanokoji's true ability.

If she gave up on Suzuki Tsubame... how much longer would she have to endure? Chabashira asked herself, but even she could not say.

"I'm really fired up right now!"

She had been unable to wait any longer.

She tried hard to raise her head, wanting to see this unfamiliar world clearly.

Chabashira slowly closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and fought one last mental battle.

Forget it.

I'll just pretend I'm feeding a dog!

Her once-proud head silently lowered.

Her two delicate hands began searching for suitable positions.

I really envy the gods... they can swallow clouds and breathe mist.

...Twenty thousand words omitted.

What meaning was there in all the struggles of the world? It was nothing more than you winning once and me winning once.

No matter how white snow was, it would eventually be stained. Why think so much? Treat yourself a little better, be a little more forgiving toward yourself, and live a little more freely.

In the end, everything would get better.

"Cough! Cough!"

She hurriedly covered her mouth and nose to keep her breath from escaping.

"Chabashira-sensei! What are you doing?"

Suzuki Tsubame looked shocked. He had not expected Chabashira to be this ruthless.

Hearing Suzuki Tsubame's words, Chabashira shot him a cold glance.

If it were not for worrying about the smell...

In any case... if Suzuki Tsubame dared to keep hiding things from her this time, she would never let him off!

"About Class C..."

Chabashira's voice was somewhat hoarse.

It really had not been easy for her... so dedicated.

Suzuki Tsubame scratched his head awkwardly. Now that things had come to this, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Um... oh, right. Ryuen Kakeru of Class C—what they have done looks flawless on the surface, but it is actually full of loopholes."

Since she had gone this far, he no longer intended to hide anything.

"I have already obtained evidence of the class's brawls."

"As long as I report it, at least half the class will be expelled because of it."

Suzuki Tsubame's tone was exceptionally certain.

The source of Class C's unrest was Ryuen Kakeru himself.

With the surveillance footage focused on him, aside from a few people in Class C who had not participated in the fights, nearly every boy had been an accomplice.

"Is everything you said true?"

Chabashira could not hide her delight. Her previous dissatisfaction immediately vanished without a trace.

Overcome with excitement, she practically threw herself into Suzuki Tsubame's arms.

"Um, Chabashira-sensei, could you not get so close?"

Suzuki Tsubame hurriedly leaned back. They had just done that, so there was no need to get so close, seriously.

"You!"

Chabashira's face filled with shame and anger. Was this not all his fault!