Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK.

Chapter 474 The Women Who Became Into It
The following day, at 10:25 a.m., in the teachers' office of Seongnam Private High School.

"You've finished writing it already?"

Looking at the stack of A4 papers bound in her hand, Risa Yasuhara squeezed the pages, feeling their thickness, then raised her eyebrows, a look of disbelief on her face.

She knew he was incredibly talented and was well aware of his efficiency, but this speed was still a bit too exaggerated.

This stack of A4 paper must have at least 20 pages.

Based on his usual formatting, each page contains about 400 to 500 words, which means he wrote nearly 10,000 words last night. This is a rough estimate; the actual amount he wrote was likely much longer.

This is not the kind of weight that can be achieved by simply padding the word count.

It's a bit perverted.

It doesn't look very human.

"Yes."

Watanabe Yu nodded, giving an affirmative answer.

"A script, or..."

Risa Yasuhara still asked a question.

“Yes, it’s one.” Watanabe Yu nodded. “At the exchange meeting, I was a bit presumptuous. Whether considering our current manpower or the actual size of the venue, it was too much to run two ‘haunted house instances’ at the same time.”

"Preparing props, training the students who play ghosts, and rehearsing the whole process all require a lot of time and effort."

"Plus the budget issue, making one is already a bit of a stretch, let alone making two."

Generally speaking, the props and costumes for commercial haunted houses are purchased in a standardized manner. However, after they are purchased, the staff of the haunted house will make certain modifications according to the situation, such as making the scary props look more realistic and terrifying.

Props and costumes are not cheap, not to mention the tools needed for minor embellishments later on.

That's no small expense, especially when quality is a priority.

“That’s true.” Risa Yasuhara patted his shoulder understandingly, then sat down and opened the script to read. “But is there really a need to be in such a hurry?”

She could see it clearly; he had dark circles under his eyes.

Although it was a little bland, it was enough to show that he stayed up all night working on the script.

"There are less than twenty days left until the school festival. Time is tight, especially since our project is already large."

Watanabe Yu didn't understand what Yasuhara Risa meant, and simply answered according to the literal meaning of what she said.

"I mean……"

Risa Yasuhara raised her eyebrows somewhat helplessly, wanting to nag him a bit, but after seeing his serious expression, she swallowed her nagging and instead earnestly advised, "You still need to take care of yourself and get some rest."

"You don't usually have dark circles under your eyes, and you always look more energetic."

He looked visibly tired today, though only by pinching him, and people who weren't familiar with Yu-chan wouldn't be able to tell.

"..."

Upon hearing this, a hint of embarrassment flashed across Watanabe Yu's eyes, and he immediately lowered his head.

"Take care of yourself. If you really can't hold on today, I'll give you half a day off. Go home and rest this afternoon, okay?"

Risa Yasuhara noticed the fleeting embarrassment in his eyes, but she didn't dwell on it, taking it as his helplessness after being caught staying up all night.

"Okay, thank you, Risa-neechan."

After hesitating for a good ten seconds, Watanabe Yu finally managed to squeeze out these words.

The good news is that Risa doesn't know the real reason he didn't get enough rest; the bad news is that he can't refute it.

It's fortunate that Ayana and Ryoko planted the hickeys on his collarbone; if they were any higher, down to his neck, it would have been unbearable.

Even if the fall uniform of the private high school in the south of the city has a high collar, it's still hard to avoid being noticed.

"Alright, go back to class. Come over at noon and I'll sign a note for you."

Risa Yasuhara waved to him, indicating that he could go back to the classroom; the bell would ring in two minutes.

There's no need to be late at times like this.

"Ah."

Watanabe Yu responded and turned to leave the office.

In short, it's a good thing that the 'truth' hasn't been discovered.

"Your student... isn't that a bit too outrageous?"

After Watanabe Yu's figure disappeared out of the office corridor, Komura Miyuki, the teacher in charge of Class B, lowered her voice and muttered something under her breath.

When her class monitor reported Watanabe Yu's original words to her yesterday, she was somewhat skeptical, or rather, she didn't believe that it could be completed with high quality and quantity within two days.

The main point is that this is an original script. Furthermore, you can't just throw together any old script. The layout of the haunted house and the design of the props all depend on your script. If you mess it up, it will be a complete mess.

"In what way is it outrageous?"

Risa Yasuhara continued the conversation without even looking up.

"This level of execution and efficiency."

Miyuki Komura's tone carried a hint of envy.

If she had students like that, she wouldn't have so much trouble dealing with various large-scale events.

Even during regular monthly exams, she can stand up straight with confidence.

"What's so outrageous about this? It's just his normal practice."

Risa Yasuhara shook her head, her tone implying 'you're making a fuss over nothing,' and turned to the next page of the script.

"really?"

Miyuki Komura pouted and stubbornly retorted.

Is this the first time you've heard the name Watanabe?

Risa Yasuhara asked a question in return.

"..."

And so, silence became the Cambridge of tonight.

"Are you envious?"

After reading another page of the script, Risa Yasuhara looked up and, like a little girl showing off her toy, uttered these words.

"……envious."

Miyuki Komura sighed inwardly, but still chose to answer honestly.

Now she finally understands why experienced teachers often say that when a top student transfers out of the class, some sentimental teachers cry more than if it were a breakup.

That wasn't an act; he was genuinely heartbroken.

After all, you can find another partner if you lose one, but if one of the top students in your class leaves, it's truly a loss, especially those who excel in both academics and sports—they are the most precious thing in your heart.

"I won't give it to you even if I'm envious."

Risa Yasuhara blinked, then shook her head and started looking at the script again.

Her mood improved considerably immediately.

Sure enough, this kind of showing off makes people feel good.

"mean."

Miyuki Komura pouted and retorted defiantly.

If her class had more outstanding students, then she...

Ugh.

Life has no "what ifs," what's gone is gone, and it's unlikely to happen again. "Hmm~"

Risa Yasuhara responded nonchalantly; such words had no effect whatsoever and only made her feel even better.

If it weren't for the fact that this was the teachers' office and there were teachers from other classes inside, she really wanted to imitate the villains in comedy shows and laugh out loud.

"Remember to show it to me after you're done reading it."

Miyuki Komura then added this comment.

"understood."

She's not the kind of person who gets carried away with success; she wouldn't forget something like this.

Then, she stopped being distracted and started reading seriously.

To be honest, the story is not complicated, and there is no mind-bending plot. It starts with a very simple classic urban legend: a cursed house, an immortal woman, and a mysteriously disappeared passerby.

Then, a group of high school students discovered this place. After some discussion, they decided to come here to explore, ostensibly to check if there were any supernatural beings.

Unsurprisingly, they bumped into the legendary immortal woman, or rather, the demon.

Then, an indoor battle royale began.

Under the relentless pursuit of the demons, the high school students inadvertently discover numerous clues about the demons' past and the stories that happened to them.

As the plot unfolds, the complexity in Risa Yasuhara's eyes grows ever stronger.

"call."

After reading the last bit of content, she couldn't help but sigh, and the happy mood she had just felt from showing off suddenly turned somber.

"Miyuki, how many minutes into class is it?"

After closing her eyes to calm herself down, she looked up at Miyuki Komura.

"get out of class is about to end."

Miyuki Komura rested her chin on her left hand, while idly twirling a pen with her right.

She thought Risa would finish reading it quickly, but before she knew it, the class bell rang, and then fifteen minutes of class had passed. Before she knew it, half an hour of class had already started, and the get out of class was about to end.

"so long?"

Risa Yasuhara was somewhat surprised.

"I'm the one who should be talking for so long," Miyuki Komura rolled her eyes. "You're like an old monk in meditation, not saying a word, just burying your head in your seat and staring. Is it really that interesting?"

Even if a haunted house script is well-written, how good can it be?
"Have."

Risa Yasuhara handed her the script.

Seeing is believing, and she was just waiting to see how this guy would react.

"Let me take a look first."

Miyuki Komura took the script, gave Risa Yasuhara a reassuring look, and then calmly began to read it.

Ah.

Seeing her like this, Risa Yasuhara wasn't in a hurry. She took out the application form that she had filled out yesterday and checked it one by one. After confirming that everything was correct, she took out her phone, took a picture, and sent it to the teacher in charge of the student activity room.

There's a saying that goes, "If you can make an appointment online, then don't bother queuing up in person."

This is especially true when the school festival is approaching and the teachers in charge of logistics are already busy.

After sending the message, she put away her phone and began to doodle and write on the draft paper in a methodical manner.

If this script is to be followed, the person playing the demon or ghost must be extremely dedicated.

Then the props makers and the actors playing the 'clones' of demons and ghosts also had to have similar physiques to the demons and ghosts themselves.

And most importantly, we need to let these children know about the past of the 'demons' so that they can properly portray the character; otherwise, it would be a waste of the script.

The ending of the script was also quite interesting, completely different from the endings of many horror movies she had seen.

Finally, after producing the photo that concerned the demon's past, the demon regained its senses, stopped strangling the high school girl, revealed its originally fair face, and then burst into tears.

The high school students also chose to keep things separate, and after the demon finished shedding its tears, the two groups were once again on the verge of war.

The demon is a pitiful creature, but a mistake is a mistake, and harming people is harming people.

So, the high school students picked up the props that the demon had prepared for that person, mustered their courage, and stabbed in the direction of the demon. At that moment, the demon reverted to its terrifying appearance, baring its fangs and claws as if to resist, but it did not resist.

She allowed the exorcism tools she had personally crafted to pierce through its body, obliterating her existence.

It was precisely because of this ending that she found it hard to let go, feeling a dull, indescribable feeling, as if a stone was pressing on her heart.

Time passed by, minute by minute. The bell rang to signal the end of get out of class and the start of class. The clock in the teachers' office ticked away.

Finally, just as it was almost lunchtime, Miyuki Komura looked up.

Why did it end like this?

Her eyes were red.

Compared to other teachers, she is a relatively emotional person.

"Because it did kill people."

Risa Yasuhara sighed.

If she had a choice, she wouldn't want it to be like that either, but just like those high school students said, the demon has her own unresolved past, so it's understandable that she's become like this, but that's not an excuse for her to harm people.

"She clearly only wanted to die. She adopted that child, taught him magic to subdue monsters, and even used her own curse to create exorcism artifacts, all so that the child would kill her when he grew up."

Miyuki Komura became agitated.

"So this is how the villagers treated her and the child she adopted? When he was useful, everyone called him Master, but when he was no longer useful, they wouldn't even look at him properly. Even the children she used to share candy with accepted that it was the right thing to do. Why?"

She never imagined that an extremely upright Onmyoji, who only charged 100 yen for helping to exorcise evil spirits, would not die at the hands of a mountain spirit, but would instead die from a serious illness.

Those villagers were clearly wealthy; they could have pooled their money to help him find a good doctor in a big city so he could survive. But they all chose to remain silent.

The demons initially intended to turn on them and kill them all, but the children she had adopted stopped her, saying not to, and she agreed.

That day, a torrential downpour occurred, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

He died in her arms.

After bringing him home, the demon completely broke down, its eyes turning bloodshot as it rushed out of the house and killed everyone in the village.

Thus, the benevolent demons transformed into man-eating monsters.

"..."

Risa Yasuhara fell silent; she couldn't answer Miyuki Komura's question.

But she knew that Miyuki Komura's reaction was enough to prove how excellent the script was.

It truly drew people in.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

After about twenty seconds of silence, Miyuki Komura came to her senses and realized that what she had said was wrong. After apologizing, she lowered her head and composed herself.

"I've submitted the application report."

Risa Yasuhara said something.

She has already received a reply and is being asked to come over now.

"Wait, I'll go with you!"

Miyuki Komura took a deep breath, composed herself with her still somewhat agitated emotions, her eyes slightly red, but she spoke those words with a firm expression.

(End of this chapter)