Unbearable / The Aftermath of Expulsion

Kanji Ike on the table and stood up abruptly.

"I tried my best, it's not my fault at all. It's Kushida..."

"Kushida provided the review materials, right?" Tanaka Yukishin interrupted coldly, "Then why can Sudo and the other students improve using the same materials, but you can't?"

Kanji Ike opened his mouth but couldn't say a word, and finally slumped down like a deflated balloon.

Tanaka Yukishin picked up the blackboard eraser and vigorously wiped away all the writing.

Amidst the swirling dust, he wrote down two new principles.

1. The closeness or distance of the relationship

2. Prioritize the interests.

"First of all, my relationship with him is so-so. In fact, he's disliked by girls, and incidentally, I also have girls around me. So I kind of dislike him too."

"Secondly, if I help him, I'll only earn his gratitude. If I don't help him, I won't lose anything, and the classroom will be more harmonious in the future."

"So no matter what, I have no reason to help him."

"I hope everyone remembers these two points: if you encounter any problems in the future, think before you make a decision. Otherwise, you'll only waste your precious emergency time."

After saying that, he gently brushed the chalk dust off his cuffs and slowly returned to his seat.

Chapter 81 Group > / Teasing Billionaire Enterprise Tumor Ying Wa Er Jiu 280 Unbearable

In the afternoon, after finishing the routine activities.

Kamuro Masumi delivered three days' worth of groceries to Tanaka Yukishin's large house.

As her personal errand girl, Tanaka Yukishin gave her a spare key.

I opened the door and was greeted by the luxurious furnishings.

Kamuro Masumi looked on with envy.

This meticulously crafted 100-square-meter space, adorned with 11 million points, exudes a warm and inviting atmosphere.

In the 25-square-meter living room, the light gray wool carpet is soft and comfortable to walk on, and the off-white leather sofa paired with the wooden coffee table gleams warmly in the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The uniquely shaped black pine bonsai by the window adds a touch of Zen to the space.

The 15-square-meter open kitchen features cherry wood cabinets that exude a subtle woody fragrance.

On the white marble island, a few newly bought lilies are arranged in a glass vase, emitting a fresh fragrance.

Built-in appliances are cleverly hidden in cabinets, which is both practical and does not compromise the overall aesthetics.

In the 20-square-meter master bedroom, a large oak bed is covered with linen bedding, which is soft and skin-friendly to the touch.

In the walk-in closet, clothes are neatly hung on walnut racks, and soft lighting automatically turns on when the closet doors are opened.

The 15-square-meter study is quiet and pleasant.

The entire wall of bookshelves is filled with hardcover books, and the recliner and footstool by the window look so inviting that you'd want to sit down and read a book.

A soft piano piece was playing from the small speaker, adding a touch of artistic flair to the space.

The 25-square-meter bathroom is the ultimate luxury.

The pristine white, spacious, and elegant freestanding bathtub gleams with a warm glow under natural light, large enough to comfortably accommodate two people stretching out for a soak.

The skylight design allows sunlight to stream in, so you can look up and see blue skies and white clouds while taking a bath.

The lighting throughout the house can be adjusted to your liking, and the central air conditioning keeps every corner at the most comfortable temperature.

Kamuro Masumi stood in the center of the living room, the sweet scent of fig diffuser lingering in the air.

She recalled the number Tanaka Yukishin casually mentioned when she last inquired about the renovation costs.

I couldn't help but sigh.

The distance between people can sometimes be greater than the distance between people and dogs.

She was still living in a 25-square-meter dormitory provided by the school.

Others were no longer satisfied and took action, moving into a large 100-square-meter house with newly furnished interiors.

I glanced down at my watch; the hour hand was already pointing to five.

She took a deep breath and sorted the fresh ingredients into different categories in the refrigerator.

After finishing my work, I stepped out the door.

She pulled a tissue from her pocket and wiped her forehead and neck.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and even those who exercise can't help but sweat.

At 6 PM, Tanaka Yukishin and Karuizawa Kei returned home after finishing their shopping trip.

Karuizawa Kei suddenly sped up from behind and ran to the front, turning around to face Tanaka Yukishin, her eyes gleaming with cunning.

"Honey, let's take a shower first, then eat."

"Should we eat me first?"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, a mischievous smile curving her lips.

Tanaka Yukishin shook her head helplessly, but couldn't help but smile.

He bent down to change into his slippers, and casually took the apron with a bear pattern from the hook by the door—it was a gift from Karuizawa Kei.

"Stop messing around, I'm making cold noodles today."

His voice was full of affection as his fingers deftly tied the apron straps behind his back.

Karuizawa Kei pouted, but seeing Tanaka Yukishin's tall figure heading towards the kitchen, her displeasure was quickly replaced by sweetness.

In Japan, where the kitchen is considered a woman's domain, having a boyfriend who is willing to cook for you is a luxury.

She tiptoed after him, wrapped her arms around Tanaka Yukishin's waist from behind, and pressed her face against his broad back.

"You smell so good, handsome guy."

She took a deep breath, the faint scent of Tanaka Yukishin's perfume lingering around her nose, mixed with the aroma of her sun-dried shirt.

She peeked out from beside Tanaka Yukishin and watched him open the refrigerator; the light from the refrigerator compartment illuminated his sharply defined profile.

Tanaka Yukishin chuckled softly and took out cucumbers, eggs, and a few side dishes from the refrigerator.

"You're not bad either, beautiful girl."

He turned and gave Karuizawa Kei kiss on the forehead, then began preparing the ingredients.

A crisp "clack-clack" sound came from the cutting board as Tanaka Yukishin's wrist moved up and down quickly, slicing the cucumber into thin strips with clean and crisp knife skills.

Karuizawa Kei didn't let go, remaining pressed against his back, feeling the slight vibrations in his body as he chopped vegetables.

"You saw what Sakura Airi did this morning."

Her voice muffled between Tanaka Yukishin's shoulder blades, "Are you still going to pretend you can't see it?" Her tone was clearly worried.

Tanaka Yukishin paused for a moment, then continued slicing the cucumber.

"Didn't someone want to monopolize it? What, have they changed their mind?"

He spoke in a deliberately teasing tone, while placing the shredded cucumber into a glass bowl, sprinkling in a little salt, and mixing well.

"After spending so much time together, feelings develop. Seeing Sakura Airi like that always makes me feel a little guilty."

Karuizawa Kei sighed, then suddenly opened her mouth and gently bit Tanaka Yukishin's shoulder.

It's all your fault.

"It hurts!"

Tanaka Yukishin feigned surprise, turned to face Karuizawa Kei, and held a knife stained with cucumber juice in her hand.

"If you have that energy, save it for tonight, okay?"

He raised an eyebrow at Karuizawa Kei, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Karuizawa Kei's face flushed instantly, and she punched Tanaka Yukishin in the chest.

"Who, who wants to stay until tonight!"

She stammered her rebuttal, but couldn't hide the smile on her lips, "Don't avoid the topic. When are you going to give Sakura Airi an answer?"

Tanaka Yukishin turned around and continued cooking, taking out soba noodles from the cupboard and putting them into boiling water.

"It's not that I don't want to speak up, but it's hard for me to take the initiative in these kinds of things."

The bubbling sound of boiling water accompanied his words, and rising steam blurred his silhouette.

"So you're just keeping Sakura Airi hanging on?"

Karuizawa Kei's voice rose a few decibels. She released her arms from her embrace, walked to the side of the kitchen counter, and looked at Tanaka Yukishin with her arms crossed.

Tanaka Yukishin used long chopsticks to stir the noodles to prevent them from sticking together.

"Watch your words," he said without looking up. "I've never flirted with her. How can you say I'm stringing her along?"

The noodles tumbled in the water, making a soft "shh" sound.

Karuizawa Kei snorted, walked to the refrigerator, took out the chilled soup, and placed it on the counter with some force.

"Can you honestly say you have no feelings about Sakura Airi?"

She looked directly into Tanaka Yukishin's eyes, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

The kitchen suddenly fell silent, with only the sound of noodles bobbing in the boiling water.

Tanaka Yukishin turned off the stove, scooped the noodles into ice water to cool them, and made a "hissing" sound.

He looked up and met Karuizawa Kei's gaze.

"The sauce hasn't been prepared yet."

Finally, Tanaka Yukishin broke the silence, turning around and taking sesame paste, soy sauce, and vinegar from the spice rack.

He skillfully mixed the various seasonings in the correct proportions, the wooden spoon striking the bowl with a crisp sound, and the rich aroma of sesame quickly filled the air.

Karuizawa Kei walked over and hugged him from behind again, this time even tighter.

"I just... don't want to see Sakura Airi sad."

She buried her face in Tanaka Yukishin's back, her voice muffled.

Tanaka Yukishin put down the spoon she was using to mix the sauce, turned around, and pulled Karuizawa Kei into her arms.

"I know..."

He spoke softly, his fingers gently stroking her long hair.

Chapter 82 81 The Aftermath of Dropping Out

Kanji Ike's dropping out of school was, as Chabashira Sae had said.

This instilled a strong sense of crisis in the students of Class D.

After all, that's just the kind of creature humans are.

Before seeing reality, one will always harbor illusions.

Having witnessed it firsthand, any remaining hope I had was completely shattered.

But while their attitude became serious and their "enthusiasm" for learning soared.

This change, however, did not bring the oppressive feeling one might have imagined.

Because of the past exam questions that Kushida Kikyo somehow obtained, and Tanaka Yukishin's ingenious scoring strategy, the anxiety of everyone was relieved like two safety valves.

Before the exam, they could easily organize a mock test on their own and then control the score based on the average score.

If all else fails, there are always past exam questions to use as a backup.

In the case of Kanji Ike from school, only Hirata Yosuke was injured.

After he confirmed that he would accept Kanji Ike drop out of school.

He seemed to have suffered some kind of major blow.

He was dejected and depressed.

Even classmates approached to offer care and comfort.

He could only force a smile, a smile that looked more like a grimace.