Encouragement

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"Customer service, come out and let's talk."

"Here it comes!"

A phantom figure appeared before my eyes.

He was a young man dressed in modern casual wear, with a professional smile on his face, but his eyes gleamed with a cunning light.

Tanaka Yukishin looked at the "customer service" representative in front of her, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth (whistling).

He leaned against the windowsill, his gaze fixed on the students scattered across the playground in the distance.

"I've completely given up on this bizarre school and its bizarre students."

There was a hint of frustration in his voice.

The customer service representative tilted her head, put her hands behind her back, and leaned forward slightly, adopting a listening posture.

"Oh? What interesting thing happened this time?"

His tone was light and cheerful, a stark contrast to Tanaka Yukishin's somber tone.

Tanaka Yukishin, recalling her experiences over the past few months.

"You know what," he finally opened his eyes after a long pause, his tone calm, "I only watched a few episodes of the first season of this anime. The rest of my knowledge came entirely from fan fiction, from different perspectives by various authors—and all of that was incomplete."

The customer service representative raised an eyebrow and lightly tapped her chin with her fingers.

"So that's why you gave classes A and B a buff, and then fed Class D a special dose of motivational pep talk?" He deliberately dragged out the words, "And what about Class C? Waiting for them to find love around the corner?"

Tanaka Yukishin rolled her eyes.

"I want to see how the original protagonist Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, will react when faced with four enhanced classes."

How exciting will the competition be among the four enhanced classes?

What kind of entirely new story will be created through my chaotic nature?

As he spoke, his voice gradually lowered, and the light in his eyes changed.

"I know, I hope they grow and transform like in the legends, that the class competition will have a grand scale, and that sparks of wisdom and strength will fly between people—" He gave a wry smile, "It's just my most desired, yet most unrealistic, fantasy."

The customer service representative noticed he was lost in thought and coughed lightly to bring him back to reality.

So, what happened?

Tanaka Yukishin's expression immediately darkened.

"Midterm exams. Special motivational speeches, a passing score capped at 50, and past exam papers as review materials—" His voice rose several octaves, "And with all these advantages, there are still people who fail!"

The customer service representative exaggeratedly covered their ears, pretending to be shocked.

"Wow, that sounds really disappointing."

"This isn't just disappointment," Tanaka Yukishin grimly, "This is absurd! My stupid junior high school underlings are all better than them! How does this school even admit students?"

The customer service representative floated onto the desk and sat down, her legs dangling in the air, her expression turning mocking.

"Perhaps what they value isn't academic ability, but rather—" he deliberately drew out the word, "Other areas of potential?"

Tanaka Yukishin rolled her eyes again.

"Like the potential to be a fool?"

As if struck by a thought, Tanaka Yukishin suddenly lit up. She leaned closer to the customer service representative.

"So, do you have anything good? Like that kind of tool that could make an invincible commander with a million troops summoned back to the Kyoto by the Empress for questioning, and then actually be stupid enough to go back to his death?"

The customer service representative pretended to be thinking, tapping her chin with her finger.

"Hmm... you want those rule-based supernatural props from female-oriented novels?"

"Want to cover this school?"

Tanaka Yukishin nodded excitedly.

"That's right! Forget this 'might makes right' brawl at a vocational school, let's do something interesting! Let these losers experience what a real survival game is like!"

The customer service representative suddenly gave a seductive smile.

"If you're willing to share some of your luck with the first-year students..."

"Dream on!" Tanaka Yukishin immediately interrupted him. "I'm here to have fun, not to be a philanthropist and help the poor!"

The customer service representative shrugged, made a helpless gesture, and their figure began to fade.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about that then~" he said in a deliberately cheerful tone, "Anyway, I'm just here to watch the show, you can have fun~"

"Etc!"

Tanaka Yukishin reached out to grab it, but missed.

Only the customer service representative's last words remained in the air.

"Remember to create plenty of fun, I'm really looking forward to it..." > [Mio Ito, Er]

Chapter 85, Section 84: Encouragement

"How stingy! But I'm not bad either."

As the customer service representative's figure disappeared, Tanaka Yukishin.

Should we change our plans?

Let's continue to observe.

After all, only two months have passed; even raising a pig means waiting until the Lunar New Year to slaughter it.

After finishing their meal, Hui-chan and Airi-chan went for a walk.

I really don't understand where they get the energy in this sweltering weather.

"Hmph, if the people from Class C won't come to see me, then I'll go see them myself."

He muttered to himself, "It's time to add some spice to their lives."

Unfortunately, judging from the free intelligence provided by the cheat program, Class C doesn't have any decent talent at all.

Even among the short, Ryuen Kakeru is still quite remarkable.

Tanaka Yukishin pushed open the door and stepped out. The glaring sunlight made him instinctively squint and raise his hand to shield his eyes.

A wave of sweltering heat hit him in the face, and he immediately frowned.

"Although we are already immune to heat and cold, there's no need to make things difficult for ourselves."

He retreated back inside without hesitation.

A cool breeze from the air conditioner instantly enveloped my entire body, maintaining the club activity room at the most comfortable temperature for the human body.

Tanaka Yukishin nestled comfortably into the sofa, propped her feet up on the footstool, put on her headphones, and completely Matsushita.

Since the decision has been made to continue observing, why rush things?

Class C won't be in trouble with a few more hours.

"Let's go after school this afternoon."

He lazily closed his eyes, letting sleepiness gradually creep in.

On the other side, Karuizawa Kei held a white lace parasol, with Sakura Airi following closely behind her.

"Karuizawa, where are we going?"

"Sakura Airi a low voice."

As they spent more time together, the two gradually became familiar with each other.

Although Karuizawa Kei's occasional teasing often leaves Sakura Airi at a loss, she still cherishes this rare friendship.

As for her little crush on Karuizawa's lover

Sakura Airi's ear tips subtly turned red.

It's just a crush, it should be okay, right?

She didn't do anything; she just secretly liked him.

"Back to the dorm."

Karuizawa Kei answered without turning her head.

Since moving in with Tanaka Yukishin, their dormitory room has been repurposed.

Tanaka Yukishin's room was turned into a storage room for miscellaneous items, while Karuizawa Kei's dormitory was converted into a spare meeting room.

When encountering Matoba requiring gatherings or confidential communications, depending on one's status and relationship,

They have now developed a complete set of hospitality procedures:

Ordinary classmates can meet at any location.

If you need a private conversation, use the clubroom.

The girls secretly went to their dorm room to have a private conversation.

As for truly important Matoba

Of course, we should go to the big house.

Sakura Airi jogged a couple of steps to catch up with Karuizawa Kei, the white parasol casting a cool shadow under the blazing sun.

Back in her dorm, Karuizawa Kei took two cans of chilled juice from the refrigerator, water droplets condensing on the metal cans dripping onto her fingertips.

"Let's cool this down."

She handed the peach-flavored drink to Sakura Airi, while she leaned against the window and sipped her grape-flavored one, sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains and casting dappled shadows on her eyelashes.

"How have things been going with Xuexin lately?"

Karuizawa Kei suddenly spoke, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the aluminum can.

Upon hearing this, Sakura Airi nearly spilled her drink, and in her panic, she grabbed a tissue to wipe the liquid that had splashed onto her skirt.

"It's so good... Tanaka-kun is always so kind..."

"That guy doesn't treat everyone like that."

Karuizawa Kei chuckled softly, her gaze sweeping over Sakura Airi's reddened ear tips.

Do you know why the best photos always require repeated adjustments to the developer concentration?

Sakura Airi tightened her grip on the camera bag strap.

"Because... if it's too light, the image won't be clear?"

"It's because perfect development requires timing. Like last week when you were helping Xuexin organize the photos, you could have used automatic photo editing software, but you insisted on manually adjusting the color temperature of each one."

At this point, she suddenly leaned closer, "The thoughts hidden in these photos are far more captivating than your lovely face, I Sakura Airi."

Amidst the hum of the air conditioner, Sakura Airi could hear her own heart pounding.

She recalled how she had repeatedly compared more than thirty sets of parameters in front of the computer screen late that night, just to make Tanaka-kun's eyes in the group photo closer to the color of the starry sky in her memory.

--Sakura Airi, do you believe that the camera never lies?

Karuizawa Kei suddenly tapped Sakura Airi's camera screen with her fingertip, and the LCD panel reflected their overlapping images.

She smeared the condensation from the chilled juice onto the girl's burning earlobes, the watermarks meandering like scattered thoughts.

But the most realistic scenes...

She suddenly grabbed the camera and flipped it over, aiming the viewfinder at Sakura Airi's violently trembling pupils.

Often, it's hidden behind the camera, in the photographer's eyes, and in their trembling fingers.

Amidst the hum of the air conditioner, Karuizawa Kei removed Sakura Airi's hair tie, and the moment her ponytail came undone felt like a countdown.

She tossed the hair tie into the air, its descent tracing a silver trail in the sunlight.

Time, please speed up!

Karuizawa Kei suddenly murmured, her fingertips lightly touching Sakura Airi's forehead, as if it were a declaration or a permission.

Sakura Airi, do you know?