A Genius Pick-Up Method? My Name Is Uchiha?

The air was thick with an overwhelming sense of pretentious flaunting, mixed with complicated feelings of melancholy.

The most painful thing was not being rejected to your face by the girl you liked, but being rejected, despised, and tormented on top of that...

But when he saw his Valor Points skyrocketing on the interface, Uchiha grinned from ear to ear.

To hell with youthful romance stories. They were nauseatingly sappy—power was far more tangible!!!

Watching the masked guy sink into his fantasy, Yamauchi raised a hand and waved it in front of him.

"Boss, that's way too violent. I can't appreciate it..."

"I can't fight. Is there any other way to hit on girls?!"

"The simpler, the better..."

Uchiha instantly regained his serious expression and asked earnestly, "Are you sure you want to learn?"

After a pause, his expression grew even more solemn.

"The path of picking up girls depends on talent. You should know that a catch like me, one who strolls through countless flowers without a leaf touching him, is as rare as a giant panda..."

"Let me make this clear first: if someone with poor aptitude insists on squeezing into the popular crowd with wishful thinking, they'll only humiliate themselves."

"The secret technique I'm about to teach you has a fifty-fifty success rate. Don't blame me if it fails."

Yamauchi tensed up at those words. His back unconsciously straightened, and even his breathing became cautious.

"Rest assured, sir. I'll never spread it around, and I won't blame you."

On a whim, Ayanokoji showed an interested expression and stayed to listen.

Perhaps learning a trick or two would help him make friends more easily.

Since the other party had even started using honorifics, Uchiha had no reason to hold back.

He immediately made his decision and said, "First, when you approach a girl, tell her you're gay. That'll lower a woman's guard..."

"Pfft—"

Ayanokoji couldn't hold it in and nearly choked on his breath.

Could he not be so ridiculous...

Suddenly.

One greasy middle-aged face after another, with round faces and full beards, barged into his mind without warning...

If he looked any deeper into it, the consequences would be unimaginable!

What was going on? He had goosebumps all over!!!

[Valor Points gained +0.8]

Yamauchi looked so impatient that he seemed ready to run off and approach a girl immediately.

"What's the second step?"

Uchiha glanced sideways at his horse-faced classmate, inwardly astonished. How repressed did this guy have to be?!

Was he so repressed that he'd automatically salute at the sight of a girl's bare thighs?

Uchiha shook a finger and struck a cool pose.

"You haven't even learned to walk, and you want to run?"

"Haste makes waste. Once you've successfully spoken to a girl, come back and ask about the next step."

By chance, a white-haired girl in a beret and carrying a cane was walking slowly ahead, as though her legs could barely support her.

She looked delicate and frail. She had to be easy to bully, right?!

Pah, he meant approach!

That was what Yamauchi thought.

Without even saying thanks, he broke into a full sprint toward the girl, as if terrified she might disappear the next second!

Uchiha, whose scheming mind was as dark as aged soy sauce, forcibly suppressed the upward curl of his lips.

The look in his eyes was like that of someone seeing off a valiant soldier marching toward a glorious death!

In his previous life, he had already tested it out on behalf of all those eager to try.

Not only had he ended up with several bright red slap marks on his face, but she had also sued him for sexual harassment. He had nearly spent the rest of his life in prison...

To avoid having his horse-faced classmate pick a fight with him after failing to hit on the girl, Uchiha decided to slip away.

The weather shifted from sunny to overcast, and a dark cloud slowly gathered overhead.

After wandering around the academic building for half the day and chatting with upperclassmen, he finally gathered some information.

The school he attended was called Advanced Nurturing.

It was a prestigious school that publicly claimed to have a one hundred percent employment rate.

It was also an elite university funded by the Japanese government to cultivate the nation's future talent.

Unlike other universities, it was closed off. In other words, students were not allowed to leave for three years.

Well, how should he put it? It gave off the same vibes as one of those electric-shock camps for internet addiction...

Each grade was also divided into only four classes, designated Classes A, B, C, and D.

As for whether there were differences between the classes, Uchiha had no idea.

Every upperclassman had kept tight-lipped about it, treating the subject like a taboo.

Uchiha rubbed his chin. Something strange was definitely going on. There had to be a catch!!!

When he arrived at the first-year classroom corridor, he looked around inside—

He could vaguely see nameplates with students' names on the desks.

The masked boy decided to use the process of elimination. Once everyone had taken their seats, the empty seat would most likely be his.

If every seat was filled, he would keep looking in the second- and third-year corridors.

If someone was absent, then there was nothing he could do. Even if he had to impersonate someone, he would claim a seat first!

Faculty office.

A twenty-nine-year-old female teacher with a high ponytail was troubled by a cart missing one wheel.

The forty admission guides and forty student card phones on the desk could no longer be easily transported to the first-year Class D classroom.

"Sigh."

With a long sigh, Chabashira Sae helplessly complained to another petite female teacher, "Look what you've done. I told you to drink less last night, but you wouldn't listen."

"Now look at you, all dizzy and out of it. Honestly, I'm impressed. How strong did your legs have to be to kick the cart apart?!"

Hoshinomiya Chie cutely stuck out her pink tongue and clasped her hands together in apology.

"I'm sorry. It's all because I wasn't paying attention. Who told that stupid cart to run into me on its own? Hmph."

As she spoke, she raised a small pink fist and punched the cart a few times.

Clearly, Hoshinomiya had not sobered up yet.

The homeroom teachers of Classes A and C looked at each other.

Did she even hear what she was saying?!

How could a cart that couldn't move possibly run into someone on its own?!

"Then what are we supposed to do with these books and phones? One person can't carry them all."

"How about you transform into a female Hercules and help me carry mine while you're at it?"

Since she and Hoshinomiya were very familiar with each other, Chabashira said it half-jokingly.

Then, unable to resist, she lit a cigarette and took small puffs from it.

Before long, the office was filled with smoke.

The busty teacher pinched her nose, unwilling to choke on the smell of smoke.

She narrowed her eyes and spoke in a muffled voice, "Isn't that simple? We can each find a few boys from our classes to help."

"Want to have a competition? Let's see whether the boys in your class are more capable, or the ones in mine are more efficient."

Any fans of the original would understand the little scheme hidden in those words.

"Heh, you're still the same as before. You want to compete with me over everything. Unfortunately, I'm not interested."

Chabashira exhaled a cloud of smoke and flopped back into her seat as though she had given up on life.

With a sly smile, Hoshinomiya leaned her little face closer.

"Oh? Can I take that as an admission of defeat?"

"Defeating an opponent without fighting—just thinking about it makes me so happy."

Chabashira's face remained indifferent, her entire being radiating an aloof don't bother me aura.

A person of action did not need to say much.

She stood up, pushed open the office door, and headed toward the first-year Class D classroom.

Three minutes later.

She spotted a masked boy pressed against the crack in the classroom door, peeking inside suspiciously.

According to the admission records, he was a student in her class. It seemed he shared a surname with Naruto's Second Pillar?

"Uchiha, could you come to the office and help move some admission materials?"

"Um, Uchiha? Can you hear me?"

The masked boy glanced back without paying any attention.

Hahaha!

This was killing him.

What kind of idiot had such a cringe-worthy surname?!

He definitely had to get to know that person if he got the chance.

Click, click, click—

The sound of high heels against the floor drew closer and closer.

When he looked back again, he found the female teacher standing right behind him.

Teacher, what were you doing behind him?

Trying to ambush him?

What did that mean?

Just as the boy in the black hood turned his gaze away, a cool voice tinged with faint despondency entered his ears.

"Yes, I'm calling you."

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as your agreement."

"The things are a little heavy. You can go into the classroom and ask a few male students to help."

Chabashira raised her head slightly and gave him a cursory look. This boy was quite tall, at least one eighty by her estimate.

?

Uchiha was dumbfounded.

"Teacher, were you talking to me?"

"If there aren't any ghosts in this world, then I should have been talking to you."

In other words, he was the only conspicuous idiot in the hallway. If she wasn't talking to him, was she supposed to be talking to a ghost?

Uchiha felt like laughing and crying at once.

He could not accept this reality!!

The idiot was me?!!