Living with a Magical Girl, but a Monster Executive

At that, Minato Namikaze scratched his cheek. "Haha, I thought you were someone who didn't know the first thing about cooking..."

Perhaps Cong Yu had given Minato Namikaze that impression because he never brought a lunchbox to school.

Either he did not eat, or he bought bread or sandwiches and took them up to the rooftop.

"Actually, I can cook."

As Cong Yu said that, he pointed at the lunchbox. "But I didn't make this lunch. Yaochuan Guang did."

Those words not only made Minato Namikaze look surprised, but also drew surprised expressions from many of the nearby students who had heard them.

"Huh? Is Cong Yu dating Yaochuan?"

"Did Yaochuan force it on you?"

"Yaochuan must be forcing Cong Yu to become a st—"

"..." Cong Yu did not react much to those comments and merely replied flatly, "What do you need such good imaginations for?"

Only then did the students around them notice that Yaochuan Guang had not arrived yet. The student sitting in front of Yaochuan Guang... in other words, two seats in front of Cong Yu.

She was a glasses-wearing girl who blinked at Cong Yu. "Where's Yaochuan? Is she late?"

Because they knew that Cong Yu and Yaochuan Guang were renting a place together—living together—they asked Cong Yu directly.

"She took leave."

Amid everyone's exclamations of [Huh? She's taking leave on the second day?], Cong Yu casually explained, "Her stomach has always been a bit sensitive. She may be taking leave often from now on."

Naturally, that was a lie. It was an excuse Yaochuan Guang had asked him to make up. In truth, there was a meeting at the agency.

Yaochuan Guang had gone to the meeting with Lantian Zhu.

Well, the "stomach problem" was indeed a lie, but Cong Yu was the kind of person who could say bizarre things without changing expression. Lying was child's play to him.

Cong Yu did not think skipping class was particularly bad, either...

Last year, Cong Yu had the lowest attendance rate in the class—he took at least one day off almost every week, sometimes more.

"But Cong Yu, you actually didn't take leave with her?"

Minato Namikaze said this with a smile. Based on what he knew of Cong Yu, he had clearly assumed Cong Yu would take the day off as well.

Actually... Cong Yu had not wanted to come today either, but Red should have information obtained from investigating the Old Sports Warehouse.

So he had reluctantly come anyway.

But he could not just tell his classmates that. Keeping a calm expression, he casually made something up. "Someone asked me to have a Rider duel at school."

A Rider duel?

The student beside him blinked in confusion, imagining Cong Yu wearing leather gloves, tossing one onto the ground, and saying, "Duel me."

But clearly, he did not understand Cong Yu as well as Minato Namikaze did. The blond Fourth Hokage smiled helplessly yet gently. "That really does sound like something you'd say, Cong Yu."

High emotional intelligence: That sounds like something you'd say.

Low emotional intelligence: You're spouting nonsense again.

"..."

"What? So you were just brushing me off..."

Just as the student realized it and complained helplessly, a knocking sound came from the classroom door.

Some people continued fiddling with their phones without caring, while others looked toward the door.

Then they saw a beautiful girl with long, straight black hair.

"Excuse me, is Cong Yu in this classroom?"

That was what she said.

Everyone's gaze turned toward Cong Yu in unison... Cong Yu again? He had been popular with girls last year, too.

Though Cong Yu had never appreciated it at all.

This year seemed much the same. Yaochuan Guang was one thing right at the start of school, but now another beautiful girl none of them recognized had come looking for him.

So everyone looked at Cong Yu, eager to find out what was going on!

But these classmates had clearly failed to realize one thing...

They did not know her, and neither did Cong Yu!

Cong Yu merely raised his head hesitantly, silently asking with an expression that clearly said "confused," "..."

It basically meant, [Who are you?]

And because of everyone's gazes, the girl also knew who Cong Yu was... a long-haired boy sitting in the back row.

He was pretty handsome, though...

"I'm Miyami Kaori from Class C. You should know me, right?"

The girl who introduced herself as "Miyami Kaori" gave her introduction... At a place like Wind City High School, she was actually wearing her uniform properly and neatly.

That was rather rare.

Wind City High School's uniforms were not ugly, but looking around... only two people in all of Class A were wearing them.

However, Cong Yu truly had no impression of the name "Miyami Kaori." He simply shook his head. "I'm not sure... What can I do for you?"

At Cong Yu's response, Miyami Kaori lightly bit her lip and looked around at every student in the class... Apparently, no one recognized her.

She looked somewhat unwilling to accept it as she said, "So K2 really can't compare to Mount Everest?"

K2... K2 the mountain?

If Mount Everest was the highest mountain in the world, then K2 was the second-highest... though not many people knew that.

"Ah, could it be..."

Minato Namikaze spoke up with a gentle smile. "Second place in the last exam? Miyami from Class C... I seem to remember now."

At that, Miyami Kaori immediately nodded, staring intensely at Cong Yu, who wore a helpless expression. "That's right, I'm second in the grade! If possible, Cong Yu, come with me right now!"

"..." This scenario seemed familiar to Cong Yu. She was probably about to say something like, [Damn it, next exam, I'll defeat you fair and square!], right?

Thinking that, Cong Yu followed her out amid his classmates' laughter... His classmates had the same thought as him.

They assumed the good student had been pushed down in the rankings and could not accept it.

"Honestly, K2 wasn't a very fitting example."

As he followed her down the hallway, Cong Yu casually explained, "Our school doesn't really value academics, so it's not just you."

"Even if I went to another class and introduced myself as 'I'm Cong Yu,' not many people would probably recognize me."

As he said this, Cong Yu thought that if this Miyami Kaori really cared that much, then he could leave a few of the final exam questions unanswered next time.

It would save the girl from being unable to bear the pressure.

If she could not take it and did something rash, even if she did not hurt herself, developing a warped mindset would not be good either...

In that respect, Cong Yu's values were fairly upright.

"Thank you. Although I do care about rankings and grades, that isn't what I mainly wanted to say..."

Miyami Kaori said this as she looked at the somewhat surprised Cong Yu. "Actually, I wanted to warn you to be careful."

Cong Yu: "???"

"It's like this. Yesterday, I saw the results, and because I cared a bit about my grades, I may have been feeling down. Then my older brother saw me..."

As she spoke, Miyami Kaori looked distinctly apologetic. "He said he would find an opportunity to teach you a lesson... My brother is Miyami Xiaozhi, a third-year."

"..." A siscon, huh?!!!

Xiaozhi, get over here! The room mod is yours—say something! Was there something wrong with Pikachu's play this match?!

Cong Yu, Who Was Easy to Talk To

There were many bizarre chains of cause and effect in this world...

Well, although Cong Yu believed that everything had its reasons, sometimes those reasons were difficult to find convincing.

For example...

[Because his younger sister sighed at home, dissatisfied with being second in the grade, he flew into a rage and wanted to get someone to teach the person ranked first a lesson.]

That sort of reason.

As a manga artist... though not a particularly competent one, Cong Yu understood how dramatic reality could be.

To be honest, he felt that the worst person in this entire situation was actually the Class C student named Miyami Kaori.

Although she had kindly come to warn him and said she could not stop her own brother, when all was said and done...

Could anyone really say that Miyami Kaori was not enjoying this even a little? Did she truly have no desire whatsoever to teach him a lesson?

No one could say for sure...

Cong Yu considered himself rather good at seeing through what others were thinking, but even he could not be certain in a situation like this.

After all, given how things had developed, "I couldn't stop him" was not enough to absolve her of involvement.

No amount of saying "Be careful" or "I'm sorry" would make it okay—not even if she said it a thousand times, ten thousand times.

An extreme siscon was awful too... but only secondarily so.

As Cong Yu considered this, he leaned against the wall on the rooftop, eating the lunch in his hands while the wind blew around him.

Yaochuan Guang truly was Yaochuan Guang.

The lunch tasted far better than the set meals from the school cafeteria.

And as a young person herself, the lunch she prepared was full of things young people liked to eat. There would never be things like boiled broccoli in it.

Young people... Ha, young people.

For some reason, Cong Yu smiled faintly at that thought... Could he really still be considered young?

If he searched his heart, he was probably already falling a bit short.

His body was still young, but his mindset was no longer quite so youthful.

Feeling somewhat sentimental, Cong Yu breathed in the brisk breeze and let out

a long sigh... Then he took out his phone and checked his messages.

[Minato Namikaze: Someone who looks like they're up to no good went to the rooftop where Cong Yu is]

[Minato Namikaze: I'm going to find a teacher]

[Minato Namikaze: If you see this, reply immediately]

"..." Minato Namikaze looked anxious. He had made several typos and omitted all punctuation... But if he said "someone who looks like they're up to no good,"

it was probably that siscon.

He had really picked his moment...

Cong Yu sighed and casually typed out a reply. At the same time, he slowly stood up and placed the lunchbox on the other side of the rooftop...

In the corner by the wall, it probably would not get caught up in things.

[Cong Yu: No need]

[Cong Yu: I'm a little scared, but I can fight pretty well]

[Cong Yu: Actually, go find Teacher Red. Then bring a few people over later so they can help drag them away]

[Minato Namikaze: ???]

"..." Without looking at Minato Namikaze's confused reply, Cong Yu put his phone back into his pocket. Then he took several steps backward, moving away from the iron door.

"..."

Boom!!!

Almost the very next moment, the iron door was violently kicked open... If he had known, he would have locked it first and dealt some damage to their feet.

Maybe Mr. Iron Door could even have gotten an assist.