No Lewd Behavior During Swimming Class

Lin Mu finished speaking and, without waiting for anyone to respond, picked up his satchel—which he hadn't even opened, as it only contained some candy and entertainment items.

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

Behind him, inside the Class D classroom, the faint sound of Hirata Yosuke trying to reorganize the discussion drifted out, along with the rising voices of other students debating how to improve their academic performance.

But Lin Mu had already left those sounds behind at the far end of the school hallway.

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 anything new.

The next day during swimming class, sunlight spilled through the massive glass dome of the natatorium, refracting into shimmering ripples across the clear pool 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-up spectator seats above the pool.

This position offered an excellent view, allowing him to overlook the entire pool while remaining far removed from the clamor 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're too close.)

He squinted, lazily observing the "crowd" below.

Most of the Class D students 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, and Kikyo Kushida was undoubtedly one of the focal points; her cheerful laughter could be heard faintly even from this distance.

Of course, there were a few others who, like him, had chosen to "observe from the shore," sitting scattered in other parts of the spectator area with significant distance between them.

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

Everyone kept to themselves, forming isolated islands that stood in stark contrast to the lively scene in the pool below.

Lin Mu had become an 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 above.

She stopped playing with the other girls, looked up, and a brilliant smile bloomed on her face as 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!"

Watching her vibrant energy, Lin Mu shook his head slightly and raised his voice just 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 have fun, Kikyo Kushida."

His refusal was crisp and clean, and his reasoning was sufficient enough to be irrefutable—hating to be wet, hating to be tired, hating the hassle—a very standard "Lin Mu-style" answer.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of perfectly measured disappointment crossed 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 other girls, kicking up even larger splashes.

Lin Mu leaned back against the hard plastic seat, continuing to chew on his lollipop, his fingertips unconsciously tapping a rhythm against the armrest.

Suddenly—

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

(Is there such a thing as a sixth sense for when someone is looking at you?)

Thanks to the all-around enhancement brought by his superpower, 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 was coming from somewhere higher and to the side, perhaps... 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 of the sensation, but with a slight movement of his mind, his clairvoyance was quietly activated.

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

He stuck to his own bottom line, not delving into the boring level of looking through students' clothes, but instead aiming 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 hallway, it locked onto an office.

The blinds had been pulled up to leave a narrow slit.

Behind the gap, two figures were standing quietly, looking through the opening to overlook 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 long 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 opening ceremony—Manabu Horikita.

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

The drama of the students frolicking in the pool had suddenly become dull and uninteresting in his eyes.

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

In any case, it was free time, and leaving the pool area wasn't a violation of the rules.

A mischievous thought suddenly occurred to him: since someone liked to watch 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 doorway.

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 his trousers, which hadn't even gathered any 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 corridor was much quieter, with only the sound of his light footsteps and the faint, distant commotion 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 keywords.

"...First-year Class A, Sakayanagi, Katsuragi, congratulations to you both. Achieving 940 points this month is indeed a result 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.

(Activity Period: May 1st to May 5th)