No Lewdness Allowed in Swimming Class

Lin Mu finished speaking and, without waiting for a response from anyone, picked up his satchel, which he hadn't even opened (it only contained some candy and entertainment supplies).

He turned and walked out the classroom door, gently pulling it shut behind him, a sharp contrast to the thunderous slam Ken Sudo had left in his wake.

Behind him, the faint sound of Yosuke Hirata attempting to reorganize the conversation drifted from the Class D classroom, followed by the rising voices of other students discussing how to improve their academic performance.

But Lin Mu soon left these sounds behind at the far end of the school building's corridor.

He was going to enjoy his afternoon; perhaps he would head back to the dorms to play some games, or maybe check the dessert shop to see if they had any new arrivals.

The next day during swimming class, sunlight poured through the swimming pool's massive glass dome, refracting into shimmering ripples on the clear water.

The facility was noisy, filled with splashing water and laughter, brimming with the vitality and restlessness unique to youth.

Lin Mu was still in his school uniform rather than a swimsuit, a green apple-flavored lollipop in his mouth, sitting alone in the high spectator seats above the pool.

This spot offered an excellent view, allowing him to overlook the entire pool while remaining far from the noise and humidity of the water's edge.

(The swimming pool is about the same; it's really easy to get your clothes wet if you get too close.)

He squinted, lazily observing the "crowd" below.

Most of the students from Class D were frolicking in the water, with the boys racing to see who could swim the fastest.

The girls were gathered together chatting and having a water fight; Kikyo Kushida was undoubtedly one of the focal points, her cheerful laughter audible even from this distance.

Of course, there were a few others like him who chose to "observe from the shore," scattered in various seats throughout the spectator area, keeping a considerable distance from one another.

There was a boy with glasses looking down, a girl who seemed shy and huddled in a corner, and another who remained silent the entire time, just quietly watching the people in the pool.

Everyone kept to themselves, forming isolated islands, creating two completely different worlds from the bustle of the pool below.

Lin Mu became just another unremarkable member of this "lone wolf squad," quietly fulfilling his duty as a bystander.

During this time, Kikyo Kushida in the pool seemed to notice Lin Mu up high.

She stopped playing with the other girls, looked up, and a brilliant smile bloomed on her face. She waved vigorously at him, her crisp voice carrying over the water:

"Lin Mu! What are you doing sitting up there? Come down and swim with us! It's so cool in the water!"

Lin Mu looked at her energetic appearance, shook his head slightly, and raised his voice a little, his tone lazy but sincere:

"No thanks. I don't want to get wet; it's too much of a hassle."

He paused, then added, "Besides, swimming back and forth is tiring, and I'm too lazy to move. You just have fun, Kikyo."

His refusal was crisp and decisive, and his reasons were unassailable—didn't want to get wet, didn't want to get tired, didn't want the hassle—a very standard "Lin Mu-style" answer.

Upon hearing this, a hint of perfectly measured regret flashed across Kikyo Kushida's face, but it was quickly replaced by a smile.

She understood Lin Mu's temperament and knew that further persuasion would be futile, so she didn't insist, laughing as she replied, "Alright then~ you have a good rest!"

She then turned and dove back into the water fight with the girls, splashing even larger waves.

Lin Mu leaned back against the hard plastic chair, continuing to chew his lollipop, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the armrest in a rhythmic beat.

Suddenly—

A sensation as if he had been swept by a gaze brushed against the back of his neck like a feather.

(Is there that kind of uncomfortable feeling where you have a sixth sense when someone is watching you?)

Thanks to the all-around enhancement brought by his superpowers, Lin Mu's perception, especially his intuition for "being watched," was far sharper than that of an ordinary person.

This feeling of being spied upon did not come from the curious or casual gazes of the students below in the pool.

It felt more like it carried a sense of scrutiny and observation, and... it came from somewhere higher and to the side, it seemed to be... the office area next to the pool?

Lin Mu's brows twitched imperceptibly.

He maintained his lazy posture, his gaze not even shifting toward the direction the sensation came from, but his mind stirred, and his clairvoyance was already quietly activated.

His vision acted like an invisible ray, easily penetrating the wall behind the spectator seats and sweeping toward the office area.

He stuck to his bottom line, not delving into the boring level of looking through the students' clothes, but instead aimed precisely at the source of that scrutinizing gaze.

(No lewdness allowed; people can be all sorts of things, but they cannot be lewd people!)

(Because the author is the only lewd one, none of you are... (′???`) you idiots.)

As his vision pierced through the wall and swept across the corridor, it locked onto an office.

The blinds had been pulled up, leaving a narrow slit.

Behind the gap, two figures were standing quietly, looking through the slit and overlooking all the activity in the pool below.

One of them, with silver hair and purple eyes, a slender figure, and an elegant temperament, was Sakayanagi Arisu, whom he had crossed paths with a long time ago.

The other, with an upright posture, wearing rimless glasses, and a cold, serious expression, was the Student Council President who had given the speech at the entrance ceremony—Manabu Horikita.

The corners of Lin Mu's mouth curled upward imperceptibly, carrying a playful arc.

The scene of the students frolicking in the pool had now become utterly uninteresting in his eyes.

And right now, there seemed to be more interesting "things" to go and check out.

Anyway, it was free time now, and leaving the pool area wasn't a violation of the rules.

A mischievous thought suddenly popped into his mind: since someone liked to observe secretly from the shadows, why shouldn't he take the initiative and "pay a visit" to these two peepers?

He imagined the look of surprise, bewilderment, and the subsequent forced composure on their faces when they saw him—a man who could barely be considered an "object of observation"—suddenly appear at the door.

That expression would surely be very, very interesting.

Heh heh heh... (The little devil inside his heart let out an unkind chuckle.)

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, standing up nimbly and brushing off trousers that hadn't gathered a speck of dust.

With the lollipop stick in his mouth swaying gently, he took a step forward and walked slowly toward the office in the administrative area.

The hallway was much quieter, with only the sound of his light footsteps and the faint, distant noise from the swimming pool.

When Lin Mu arrived in front of the door with the sign, he stopped.

At this moment, voices were coming from inside; it was the steady, magnetic voice of Manabu Horikita. Through the door panel, it wasn't entirely clear, but Lin Mu's extraordinary hearing was enough to capture the key words.

"...First-year Class A, Sakayanagi, Katsuragi, congratulations to you both. Securing 940 points this month is indeed an achievement worth being proud of..."

Lin Mu raised an eyebrow. Oh? It seems our Student Council President is summarizing and encouraging the elites of Class A.