Wednesday, April 4. Clear skies.
Nothing happened today. I worked at the café.
I treated Kushida to a little cake. Her favorability probably went up; at the very least, she seemed to enjoy being doted on by the people around her.
Incidentally, she recognized Airi when she paid this time.
As much as I hate to say it, she was the first Class D student to recognize Airi in the three days I'd been working there.
And the only one.
Airi, you have a classmate now. That's great.
But if things followed the original story, Kushida was one of the main culprits, so I couldn't tell whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
It was probably a good thing. Probably.
Power really was a wonderful thing.
Working for the Little Princess for three years... didn't seem like such a bad deal, after all.
I wonder how Kamuro managed to turn herself into a maid who paid out of pocket. Should I take some time to teach her a few tricks? She's been pretty generous to me, after all.
Thursday, April 5. Windy, with cloudless skies.
Nothing happened today. I kept working.
As usual, I treated Kushida to a little cake, and her favorability went up a bit.
By the way, wasn't this girl a little too good at communicating?
As a café employee, I had the good fortune of witnessing her flit freely between all the different groups.
If I didn't know she was the kind of girl who'd try to freeload even a little cake, I'd have thought the café had hired her to keep customers coming back.
But I knew full well she didn't get paid.
Every little group in the café seemed happy to have her around. Men and women alike welcomed her. It was a downright bug-level ability.
I figured that even I, with my system, probably couldn't do what she did.
If she were a man, Japan would probably soon have another top host.
By the way, how about using Sunshine Granules as her stage name? It seems to match her hair color pretty well.
I just wonder if she could talk to 400 people on her phone in a single day.
But what I'm even more curious about is what she went through to become so obsessed with connections.
After all, all I know is the little bit of text from the original story. That alone wasn't enough for me to empathize with her.
I just couldn't imagine a class being blown apart by nothing but secrets. Did the students here have no tolerance at all?
I didn't understand.
But this girl might need a therapist. That was true.
Should I pick up a few psychology books this weekend while I'm out?
Incidentally, I saw Ichinose again today. It was a little surprising, since I hadn't gone out of my way to look for her.
But there weren't that many students at this school,
so it was only natural to run into her at the café.
She was gathered with a few girls, probably helping sort out some problem with a Class B extra. I didn't interrupt.
The sooner the archangels united, the better for me,
if my plan hadn't gone off track.
Sigh. I wonder when the Student Council recruitment will finally be over. I can't move on to the next step until it is.
Horikita Manabu, Horikita Manabu, couldn't you get your work done a little faster?
Dragging your feet like that—what kind of conduct is that?
Friday, April 6. Today's sunset and starry sky had a soothing beauty to them.
Same as usual today. I worked.
Airi was exhausted, but it looked like her stamina had improved.
For students who spent all day sitting down, standing for four hours every day really was a kind of training.
I figured she probably needed a massage.
But I didn't know how.
Magic Hands, Magic Hands, I'd used you on myself so many times. Why hadn't you unlocked the skill yet?
How could you let me down at such a crucial moment?
You really weren't dependable.
By the way, could this thing require some basic knowledge first?
I should find a chance to go to the library. I wonder if they have books on massage techniques and things like that.
Oh, right. Today's treat was delivered, and the Little Angel's favorability went up a little.
I knew he took the extras I made every day, but I never expected a bald, middle-aged man like him to have such a girlish hobby.
I didn't understand, but I was deeply shocked.
My boss had been good to me, though, so I'd keep it a secret for him.
Incidentally, I made two extra batches of matcha-flavored raisin pudding. I wonder if they'll taste good.
I hoped they turned out all right.
Saturday, April 7. The holiday weather was so pleasant.
A rare outing.
It was great to go to school here. There were so many beautiful girls, so much variety, and you got paid without having to work. I absolutely loved it~
Truly a sacred place, like the Garden of Eden.
Freeloading felt great!
Incidentally, when Airi and I went shopping, we ran into Kushida, who seemed to be waiting for someone. But as soon as she saw us, she naturally joined us.
I suspected she was lying in wait for me, but I had no proof.
I wonder where she got the information.
No treat today. I wonder if her favorability will drop.
At some point, our original plan to buy just a few art supplies had turned into a shopping spree.
By the time I realized it, I couldn't refuse. (Tragic.)
At the mall, Sakura and the others bought a few outfits for everyday wear. They looked pretty nice. As for the underwear... I'm not sure.
When we were buying that stuff, the salesgirl blushed bright red and kicked me out for earnestly offering suggestions.
I didn't know why.
This shop was kind of strange.
I suspected there was a time limit for the fitting rooms. After I went in, all the other customers came out one by one and looked at themselves in the mirrors outside, wearing only their underwear.
Honestly, they were all just okay.
I only glanced at them; I didn't look closely. Really.
But anyway, girls really did love shopping.
After Airi and Kushida spent more than they'd planned, for some reason they turned their attention to me.
I thought the uniform was decent enough. The only problem was that the red-and-green combination was hard to accept.
But they insisted on dragging me around to try on clothes. If you asked me, a tank top was enough.
I even seriously tried one on, using it as an example to refute their objections.
They'd thought it looked pretty good at first, too. It was just that look in Kushida's eyes...
Wait, could she be a muscle girl?
But afterward, both of them were firmly against it,
after I said, "You can wear a tank top outside, too, right?"
So in the end, I bought two outfits for everyday wear, and my wallet took a massive hit.
Those two really didn't know the value of money. In my plans, Class D wouldn't have any points in the future.
It might even end up in the negatives.
I'd have to support those two for the next year!
Well, most of the points would come from the Little Princess, anyway.
I wonder if Ayanokoji can pull his weight and help me get more sponsorship from the Little Princess.
Speaking of Sakayanagi Arisu, something strange happened today. I hadn't done anything, but I still completed the weekly task.
I was eating lunch when the system points suddenly went up by 10K.
That was unexpected.
But it was a good thing.
My accumulated points passed fifty thousand, and the system unlocked storage space. It said time stood still inside, so anything you put in would come out exactly as it was.
That made me even more excited about the Uninhabited Island trip.
I really wanted to go fishing in the deep sea and store some grouper to eat: leopard coral grouper, mouse grouper, giant grouper, emperor red snapper...
Come to think of it, would there be radiation there now?
I hoped I'd unlock a skill for detecting nuclear radiation before we went. Amen.
Also, thanks to my new record, the shop refreshed and offered the skill Eye of Investigation.
Apparently, it could continuously scan and record everything that happened within a spherical area for a set period. It cost 20K.
It was... pretty useless. It didn't come close to justifying the price.
So I bought it, and my assets shrank again. I had only 32135 points left.
But that meant I wouldn't have to worry about the illustrations when I wrote Ayanokoji's romance novel. I could just draw his daily life with her a little more suggestively.
Yeah, I still hadn't written this week's report.
Forget it. I'd leave it to tomorrow's me.
I was sure the more capable version of me would get it done.
You can do it, tomorrow me.
Before you continue