Transmigrator, Horikita Etsuka

"Sis, let me just rub against it for a bit!"

"No, get out!"

"Sis, I promise, just a little rub, I absolutely won't go all the way in!"

Horikita Etsuka, his muscular, sweat-slicked upper body bare, wedged half his frame into the door gap, his sunny, handsome face contorted into an expression of utmost sincerity.

"Don't even think about it!"

Horikita Suzune leaned her back against the door, refusing to budge an inch.

She wore only a cool, white tank top, her tone firm and decisive:

"You have air conditioning in your own room, why do you need to come in here?"

"My AC is broken, isn't it?" Horikita Etsuka explained.

"No, you're covered in sweat." Horikita Suzune remained unmoved.

Given Etsuka's strength, if he really wanted to force his way in, Horikita Suzune wouldn't be able to stop him; he just didn't want to hurt his older sister.

"Sis—please, I'm begging you!" Etsuka instantly switched to a pitiful expression, which, paired with his sunny, youthful face, was devastatingly effective.

Unfortunately, this tactic was completely ineffective against Suzune, who had watched him grow up since he was a child. She was the older sister! And she had a heart of stone!

Etsuka gritted his teeth.

The summer heat was unbearable, and he was determined to "conquer" his sister's cool, air-conditioned room today!

[Looks like I have no choice but to bring out my ultimate trump card...]

"Sis!" He took a deep breath, deciding to go all in:

"Summer vacation! The entire summer vacation! Cooking, washing dishes, I'll take care of it all!"

"Deal, come in."

Suzune answered almost instantly, opening the door with a speed that suggested she had been waiting for him to say those exact words.

"Thump!" Etsuka lunged inside, throwing himself onto the cool hardwood floor with zero regard for his image.

"Ah~ so refreshing!"

He let out a sigh of pure satisfaction.

Suzune clicked the door shut, sealing out the sweltering heat of the outside world as the cold air instantly enveloped them.

"Ah—I'm saved..."

Etsuka rolled over, splaying his limbs out and staring at the snow-white ceiling, feeling every pore on his body cheering.

Horikita Etsuka, male, 18 years old.

A genuine transmigrator from Blue Star.

In his past life, as a student in the gifted class, his ending was classic—a slippery road on a rainy day and a "fully insured semi-truck" sent him straight to another world.

He didn't hold a grudge against the driver; after all, he had no attachments in his past life, just an orphan.

Though, the driver probably posted a video on TikTok, right?

Probably set to some music like, "We are all living with all our might~."

"Transmigration is fine and all, but where exactly is this?"

In his past life, Etsuka was either studying or on his way to study, so he had no time for entertainment and knew nothing about the world he currently inhabited.

This other world... it was practically a carbon copy of Blue Star!

He only knew that his landing spot was a country very similar to "Little Japan."

In the clean, simple room, one could only see a few basic facilities.

Suzune wore a simple black knee-length skirt, a book spread open on her lap as she quietly turned the pages.

Catching a glimpse of Horikita Etsuka still lounging on the floor out of the corner of her eye, her brows habitually furrowed:

"Etsuka, are you an idiot? Lying on the floor right after intense exercise, do you want to catch a cold?"

"It's fine, Sis, my body is top-tier!" Etsuka waved his hand lazily.

"Get up, now." Suzune's voice carried an unquestionable authority.

"Let me cool off a bit longer..."

"3..." Suzune began her countdown directly, her voice devoid of any ripples.

"Up, up, up! I'm getting up!"

Etsuka performed a carp leap, standing up with agile movements.

To be honest, his sister was truly beautiful, but this temper of hers... it was even stricter than their mom's!

Throughout his three years of high school, she had guarded him so strictly that she hadn't let him succeed in a single puppy-love relationship.

He casually grabbed his sister's small mirror from the desk, checking himself out from left to right, stroking his chin with a look of intoxication:

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this face... I wonder which lucky girl is going to get a bargain in the future?"

Suzune rolled her eyes at him without a hint of politeness:

"Horikita Etsuka, the thickness of your skin really grows with each passing day."

"Sis, you just don't get it."

Etsuka flicked his bangs back with a flourish, narcissistically admiring his own sharp, handsome features in the mirror:

"At school, I get by on this face and this personality! If you just bury your head in books like you do, you'll never make any friends!"

"Heh." Suzune let out a cold sneer, not bothering to argue.

The truth she believed in had never changed: only by improving one's own value and ability would those high-quality friends naturally come knocking.

Ding-a-ling--!

The crisp sound of the doorbell rang out abruptly.

"Hello! Delivery!"

Suzune's gaze drifted toward Etsuka.

"Got it~ I'm going to open the Gate of Opening now!"

Etsuka had long since mastered the skill of reading every one of his sister's glances.

Opening the door and signing for the package were done in one fluid motion.

Etsuka returned carrying a medium-sized delivery box and casually tore off the seal.

Inside was a kraft paper envelope and... two neatly folded, eye-catching deep red suit jackets?

He curiously pulled the documents out of the envelope.

"An admission letter?"

Etsuka's gaze was instantly seized by the large, imposing black characters at the top of the document:

[Advanced Nurturing High School]...

The bus drove steadily, the scenery outside the window shifting and changing.

Horikita Etsuka, wearing that striking light red school uniform, slumped lazily in his seat and couldn't help but let out a massive yawn.

On the inner side by the window, Horikita Suzune sat with a posture as upright as if measured by a ruler, a book spread across her knees as her fingertips turned a page.

She didn't even look up, yet her cold, clear voice drifted over with precision: "Stayed up late again?"

"Mmhmm." Etsuka rubbed his sore eyes, his voice carrying the lethargy of someone not yet fully awake:

"Today is the first day of school, isn't it? The final celebration, you get it?"

Suzune shook her head almost imperceptibly and said nothing more.

Ever since Etsuka reached adulthood, she had indeed loosened the reins on him.

In her view, adults should be responsible for the consequences of their own choices and actions.

The carriage was relatively quiet, with only the low hum of the engine and the occasional station announcement.

Suddenly, a crisp, slightly anxious female voice broke the peace:

"Um... excuse me, classmate, could you please give up your seat for this elderly lady?"

Following the sound, a short-haired girl also wearing the light red school uniform was supporting a white-haired, slightly hunched old woman, speaking to a boy with long blonde hair sitting in the seat diagonally ahead.

The boy's posture was relaxed, even somewhat arrogant.

The blonde boy slowly brushed a strand of brilliant hair from his forehead, shook his crossed leg, and a playful arc curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Oh, dear Lady~ Your request sounds like a truly crazy question."

He spread his hands, his tone carrying an unquestionable sense of detachment:

"However, it is a pity, I have no intention of giving up my seat."

"But..."

The short-haired girl looked at the old woman, who seemed to be struggling, and her tone became even more earnest:

"The grandmother looks very uncomfortable. Giving up a seat is a small effort, and it's a contribution to society!"

"Haha! Contribution?"

The blonde boy acted as if he had heard some amusing joke, letting out a short, sharp laugh:

"A contribution to society? And what would that bring me? Lady~ You're playing a game of moral kidnapping, aren't you?"

"The law--"

He held up a finger, emphasizing slowly: "Doesn't state that I must stand up."

"It's fine, it's fine, young lady. I can stand, don't trouble the young man..."

The old woman hurriedly waved her hand, revealing a kind but weary smile, trying to ease the awkwardness.

"But..."

Seeing that the blonde boy had no intention of budging, the short-haired girl bit her lip, her gaze sweeping over the relatively idle passengers nearby with a glimmer of hope as she raised her voice slightly:

"Excuse me... would any kind soul be willing to give up their seat for this elderly lady?"

Yue Xia rested his chin on one hand, watching the scene with keen interest.

He considered himself a youth full of positive energy—provided it didn't conflict with his own core interests.

After all, he still had over a dozen stops to go before reaching that Advanced Nurturing High School.

If this old lady sat for too long, wouldn't he end up standing until his legs went numb?

Just as he was nursing a spectator's mindset, pondering which "kind soul" would step forward, a subtle sensation of being watched suddenly crawled up his spine.

Yue Xia remained composed, his peripheral vision sweeping toward the seat beside him with practiced naturalness.

In the adjacent seat, a boy with a center-parted hairstyle was quietly gazing at the streetscape flying past the window, his side profile sharp and his features quite handsome.

He looked so focused that it seemed as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

[Hm? Was it just my imagination?]

Yue Xia muttered to himself; that fleeting feeling of being observed just now seemed to be nothing more than an illusion.

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