I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Who exactly is in Chapter 60?!

"Have you guys seen Yuna and Daisuke?! Oh my god."

"I saw it! I saw it! Really? Is Yamazaki-sensei that kind of person?!"

"Is this just a publicity stunt? Is there any evidence?"

"I never imagined that Professor Yamazaki was such a refined scoundrel! He was always so hypocritical. It's only retribution that he's become a vegetable!"

"That's right, that's right. Knowing there were so many girls in the class, he was definitely up to no good by dressing so provocatively. Luckily, he didn't target us. Now, even if he wakes up, he'll probably be going to jail."

"Damn it! I even brought flowers to the hospital, who cares about me?!"

"I suggest we wait and see, after all, these news reports these days are full of twists and turns every day."

"It's not going to change anything. Even interviews with the parties involved have come out! I heard the police have already opened a case and are applying for medical supervision!"

"what"

A new week begins, and new gossip in the class seems to have caused a huge stir.

Gen Tsukino certainly noticed it, and he was somewhat surprised.

I seem to have underestimated Nakamura Yuna and Takahashi Daisuke's initiative and execution.

The video came out so quickly? And it even included an interview?
As for the police's quick response, including filing a case and medical supervision, it's likely that Chinatsu Morita played a significant role in it.

That eccentric policewoman is different from ordinary police officers; at least, she pursues more than just justice. She'll probably soon connect this to her own situation, even though Yuna and Daisuke haven't revealed anything.

However, there's no need for me to worry about this. Her abnormality is actually a factor that puts me at ease.

"It's finally been exposed."

Miura Akihiko remarked with emotion from the side.

Tsukino Gen glanced at him. "These are some of the secrets the school didn't want to reveal that you mentioned before?"

Akihiko Miura nodded. "Of course, after all, which school wants to admit that the teacher they hired is scum? But in this situation, I can only say it's a good thing, hahaha."

A very admirable level of morality.

There was no news this time, but after thinking about it, Tsukino Gen still went to the activity room 215 after school.

open the door.

I didn't see the girl, but her distinct scent seemed to linger in the air.

Did they not leave for long, or did they have something to do and go out in the middle of the trip?

The boy walked into the classroom and closed the door. But he saw two bottles of mango juice on the table.

"Two bottles?"

He couldn't help but laugh.

He picked up a bottle, unscrewed the cap, and drank it down in one gulp.

It tastes fresh, with a rich mango aroma, and has a refreshing, icy texture that's specially designed for this weather.

As he sat down, preparing to check his phone and finish the mango juice before making his next decision.

"Bang."

The door is opened.

She was tall and slender, wearing long black stockings that reached her knees. Her black hair was neatly draped over her shoulders.

Gen Tsukino looked up.

The girl also looked over and immediately noticed the mango juice in Tsukino Gen's hand. Her sharp gaze seemed a little deliberate.

Her tone immediately turned unfriendly.

"Who gave you permission to drink my mango juice?"

Tsukino Gen looked at the girl innocently, "It was just on the table, and you weren't even here, plus there were two bottles. I figured no one else would drink it besides me, right?"

"Who said an extra bottle is for you? Can't I drink two myself?"

She still seemed to be blaming him, but her tone was clearly not strong, and her words weren't sharp at all. Tsukino Gen understood perfectly well that she was acting out a role she wasn't good at, and that this was an inevitable sign of her guilt.

Gen Tsukino pretended to think for a moment, then said, "I can pay."

"Do you think I need your meager earnings? Humph."

The girl walked back to her throne.

Under Tsukino Gen's inexplicable gaze, she awkwardly picked up the mango juice on the table and tilted her head back to take a large gulp. Her beautiful, fair neck rippled slightly as the liquid entered, like graceful waves.

She didn't hear Tsukino Gen's reply, and glanced at the boy out of the corner of her eye; he seemed to be looking down at his phone again.

She didn't know who she was messaging, but after thinking for a moment, she rested her head on her hand and spoke in a cold tone.

"It seems your former homeroom teacher will never regain his freedom in this lifetime."

"Hmm, so you're probably interested in this too?"

Tsukino Gen didn't look up, so he could shift his gaze more towards Kiri Rin, making the phone in his hand seem like a meaningless decoration.

“I’m from the Asagiri family, so of course I know about these things. Besides, I don’t pay attention to them. Why do you think I called you that day?”

She seemed to think the boy was not smart enough to ask such a question.

Tsukino Gen thought the word "notification" was used very well, and it really suited the girl's style.

He nodded. "So you interfered in this matter?"

"Don't overthink it, such a nobody isn't worth my time."

"Oh. That's true. If your family knew you had done something to help an orphan, they probably wouldn't be too happy."

Her pupils contracted slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

His gaze shifted back, "It's good that you know."

For some reason, she felt a sense of relief, but at the same time, she felt a sense of loss, as if she had to keep the truth to herself.

He understood that saying it aloud would be a completely different situation than saying it to himself.

Tsukino Gen fell silent again. She had a strange urge to scratch her head, but she suppressed this strange feeling.

She asked casually, "Did you see Saionji today?"

Gen Tsukino looked at her strangely, "Isn't she your friend? Why are you asking me?"

"Just casual friends." "I understand, but it seems like you don't even have many friends. Saying we're just casual friends is practically an understatement, isn't it?"

Asagiri Rin frowned in displeasure.

She disliked Tsukino Gen's approach of gradually testing her limits and then trying to dissect her.

Well, no one can fully understand another; most misunderstandings are based on self-righteousness.

But if there is one person in the world who can truly understand themselves, that person is perhaps... Her eyes were somewhat unfocused.

Then she was startled to realize that her cheeks were burning hot for a moment. She lowered her head uncomfortably, looked at her phone, and let her long hair cover her profile.

"Don't act like you know me so well. Saionji said she would send me photos, but I haven't heard a single message yet."

"What picture?"

As soon as Tsukino Gen asked the question, Asagiri Rin glared at him.

Then she saw the boy's mischievous smile. "You're not talking about that photo of us together, are you?"

Asagiri Rin gritted her teeth.

He's playing dumb again. Sometimes I'm actually pretty good-tempered, but this bastard just keeps going against me.

"She said the literary society wanted to use this photo, and I wanted to see how they handled it. My portrait rights aren't something anyone can use."

"I understand what you mean."

"?"

Before Asagiri Rin could react, she saw the exceptionally handsome young man place his phone on the table with his beautiful hand; the screen displayed a QR code.

He looked at himself with a smile.

"I'll send you the photos after we've added each other as friends."

"."

Rin Asagiri didn't answer immediately. Instead, she tapped her phone screen a few times. Then, she seemed to be imitating Gen Tsukino's movements, but in a more aloof, unattainable version.

I proudly placed my phone on the table, which also brought up the QR code interface.

"Excuse me, I don't have the habit of scanning other people's QR codes. Scan me instead."

"You're going to argue about this?"

Asagiri Rin ignored him, crossed her arms, and leaned back against the sofa.

"Who's arguing with you? This is just my habit. Shoot me."

Scan you?

How about we go on a shopping spree at the supermarket?

Gen Tsukino picked up his phone, sighed softly, and said while scanning the QR code, "Being able to become Asagiri-sama's friend, isn't that something to brag about?"

A clear "beep" sound appeared.

Asagiri Rin then casually picked up her phone, but her fingers quickly tapped the option to accept the friend request.

Hearing Tsukino Gen's words, she gave a soft hum.

"You can say whatever you want, do you think I can stop you from showing off? But you should also feel honored, after all, I've never had a male friend among my friends."

"Ok?"

Gen Tsukino raised his head.

The girl immediately gripped her phone tightly. She adjusted her posture, turning to the side to avoid looking directly at Tsukino Gen. However, her beautiful long legs were crossed over one of her other legs, so one could vaguely see the perfect curve of her thigh connecting to her hip.

Firm yet not overly slender, Tsukino Gen doesn't like chopsticks legs, Asagiri Rin's are just right.

"Did you leave something unsaid?"

The girl didn't even look at him.

"What did I say? Are you so flattered by the opportunity to be in the same club as me that you're starting to hallucinate?"

Gen Tsukino nodded repeatedly and took a big gulp of mango juice.

"I thought I was narcissistic enough, but it turns out you're the real expert, Miss."

The way he said "young lady" sounded strange, almost sarcastic.

She completely ignored that statement.

"Where are the photos?"

"I'll find it and send it to you."

The photos were sent quickly.

But what Asagiri Rin saw at first glance wasn't the scene of herself and the boy sharing an umbrella, but rather Tsukino Gen standing next to a wheelchair. A young and beautiful girl appeared to be sitting in the wheelchair.
She hadn't had a chance to see clearly yet.

It showed that the other party had already retracted the message, and then he sent a photo of himself and himself.

Asagiri Rin no longer cared about how well the photo was taken, or whether she had been filtered or edited in the picture. None of that seemed to matter anymore.

She turned her head stiffly to look at Tsukino Gen.

The boy looked apologetic. "Sorry, I sent the wrong one first."

"Who is that."

She didn't even know how those words came out of her mouth; it seemed that she had to get them off her chest at that moment, and reason couldn't control certain fundamental impulses.

Gen Tsukino blinked, his eyes unreadable.

"You want to know?"

"Who cares?"

She turned her head away and opened the webpage to search directly.

How can I see if someone has retracted a message? Can I pay to do that?

Who is it? ...

Who is it! !
……

(End of this chapter)