I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 76 What goes around comes around
The morning sunlight falls into the warm room.

"uh-huh."

A sweet, soft moan escaped from her pink lips. The long-haired girl opened her eyes in confusion, her face still flushed.

She looked around, and it seemed like no one was there. But the lingering warmth and familiar scent told her that last night was not a dream.

to be frank.

Although the intimate contact with Gen Tsukino was brief, after falling asleep peacefully, Mizuki Kiyono had some strange dreams.

In her dream, she seemed to see her parents, whom she hadn't dreamt of in a long time. She couldn't clearly remember what they said to her in the dream, but she no longer woke up crying as she used to when she dreamt of them.

She also dreamed of Gen Tsukino.

I dreamt that my legs were healed, and we were strolling hand in hand, watching a movie, and feeding white doves in a square with a fountain. Then we went into a dimly lit hotel.
They kissed passionately, hugged wildly, and tore at each other's clothes.

In his dream, he seemed to be the completely vulnerable party. The feeling was vague and certainly couldn't be described as real.

However, upon waking up, Kiyono Mizuki still felt a burning sense of shame.

While she was still wondering if Tsukino Gen had already left, she heard a commotion outside.

This made her give up her plan to stay in bed and sleep in. The wheelchair was placed next to the bed, and she used both hands to drag herself and laboriously moved herself into the wheelchair.

She gave it a try.

In this situation, she could twitch her toes slightly, and even regain some sensation in her legs, such as pain and a certain degree of temperature sensitivity.

His self-massage last night was not a fleeting moment.

Could it really be as he said, that his method worked? But this was a situation where even the hospital seemed helpless and could only hope for a miracle. How did he manage to do it? This kind of question was a bit too much for her to ponder, so she simply stopped thinking about it and moved her wheelchair out of the bedroom herself.

The first thing you see is some breakfast that has already been served, and the mouthwatering aroma has filled the entire living room.

The boy, wearing an apron, was there, head down, carefully preparing the ingredients.

Just by looking at his busy figure and the occasional glimpse of his profile, the gentle morning light shines through his black hair.

Why does he suddenly seem like a married man? He doesn't seem like his usual assertive self at all.

"You're awake? Go wash up first, dinner will be ready soon."

Gen Tsukino turned around and said with a smile.

Looking at his smile, I inexplicably thought of the beastly side he showed last night. My lips are still a little numb.
She blushed.

"Ah."

I dared not speak too much, for fear that a tremor in my voice would give me away.

When Kiyono Mizuki finished washing her face and brushing her teeth and came out again, the table was already full of delicious food.

Kiyono Mizuki noticed that the boy made different breakfasts every day. Sometimes they were more Western-style, sometimes they might be more in line with Japanese tastes, and sometimes they were the kind of breakfasts you'd find in the sweltering summer. It seemed like there wasn't a single cuisine he couldn't cook.

Looking at the milky white liquid in front of me, resembling a rich broth, with slices of meat floating in it.

She swallowed hard.

"what is this?"

"Mutton soup. I simmered it for several hours this morning, so it should taste pretty much the same. It's a pity there are no pan-fried buns or anything, so I'll just have pan-fried dumplings to tide me over."

"How come you can do everything?"

Kiyono Mizuki looked at the calm-looking boy with surprise, while Tsukino Gen picked up his chopsticks and thought for a moment.

"There's no other way. There aren't many things in Zhaori that suit my taste, so I have to make them myself. Besides, it's very convenient to learn how to cook now. I can just watch a few videos on Self. It's not difficult at all."

Kiyono Mizuki didn't believe such nonsense. If cooking could be done just by watching videos and the food tasted good, then the world would be full of chefs.

"Your talent always seems to lie in these strange and unusual places."

She gave a soft hum and began to savor it.

The rich aroma of the mutton soup instantly filled my mouth, a taste I had never experienced before in Zhaori.

It was so delicious it was astonishing.

So she didn't bother chatting with Tsukino Gen for the time being, and temporarily put aside her girlish reserve and elegance, and began to eat heartily.

I almost choked on my food because I ate too fast.

This made Tsukino Gen, who was standing next to her, laugh, and the girl's face turned red.

She looked down at her slightly heaving belly, sighing. He'd gotten her pregnant again.

Will I become fat if I can't exercise?

This seems to be a more fatal problem than not being able to stand up.

"Don't worry, you're not prone to gaining weight. And when I massage your legs, it actually burns calories for you. So eating a little more won't be a problem; in fact, it'll be good for you."

Seemingly able to read the other person's mind at a glance, Tsukino Gen calmly explained.

Kiyono Mizuki looked at him suspiciously, "Really? It seems so unreliable."

"Can something reliable really cure your leg? There are plenty of unreliable things in the world."

Kiyono Mizuki wanted to refute, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw something. It was the wall of her own house. She clearly remembered that last night, because of the fight between Morita Chinatsu and that bald man, the wall of her room had been severely damaged.

Now, the traces have disappeared. Or rather, they've been smoothed out.

Yes.

There are too many unreliable things in this world, so many that she's too lazy to look for any so-called scientific explanations.

She glanced at the other person.

"Putting everything else aside, if you can really heal my leg, you could become incredibly wealthy with that skill."

This boy possesses so many remarkable qualities, yet he seems to have no inclination to suddenly become a great figure. He appears perfectly content and at ease being an ordinary person by his side.

Gen Tsukino shook his head.

"Is being rich and powerful something to brag about? Anyway, that's not my dream."

"So what is your dream?"

Gen Tsukino coughed and looked at Mizuki Kiyono with a serious expression.

This posture forced Kiyono Mizuki to take things seriously.

He said with a sorrowful expression.

"My dream is to help more girls like you, to help them get out of the darkness of their lives and move towards a happy future."

"Hmm? That's really something."

"And then they all lived happily ever after with me."

"You're such a jerk!"

Kiyono Mizuki was so angry that she almost grabbed a bowl from the table and smashed it over the other person's head.

The boy laughed and stood up.

I tidied up the mess on the table and washed my hands.

"Alright, I have to go to class now. Now you can strive for your dreams without worrying about any other troubles bothering you. Those debts are also wiped clean. You're free." "I know, be careful on the road."

"Goodbye."

Gen Tsukino left his room.

Kiyono Mizuki let out a long sigh.

Kiyono Mizuki naturally didn't take Tsukino Gen's absurd 'dream' to heart. This boy just liked to say nonsensical things without thinking, so he just took it as a joke.

Wait.

What the hell?! What if he wasn't joking?!

"The little bird says 'Good morning, good morning,' why are you carrying a bomb?"

"I'm going to bomb the school, the teachers won't know!"

Having dealt with a potential hazard, made some arrangements that might come in handy, and incidentally broken through to the third level of the Ultimate Formless Technique, Tsukino Gen was in a relaxed mood, humming a folk song from his hometown as he walked.

Everything seemed the same; on the subway to school, there were still people trying to take pictures of him without his consent. When Tsukino Gen, in a good mood, saw their cameras, he would even give them a friendly smile and make a peace sign—a gesture typically reserved for straight men.

In fact, Tsukino Gen often encounters talent scouts, some from Japan and some even from the neighboring peninsula. They all offer to groom him and make him a big star. However, Tsukino Gen rejects all of these offers.

I dislike being in the public eye, and I'm even less willing to be someone whose entire personal life has to be exposed to the public. You could say my life has countless simple patterns, and I could easily become someone superior in the eyes of others through many effortless means.

Why not do it that way? It's not because I'm high-minded or pretentious. It's simply too simple. Things that are too simple may feel great at first, but you'll quickly lose interest.

Finally, we arrived at the station, at the familiar school bustling with people.

Entering through the crowded school gate, sunlight streamed onto the path leading to Building 1. Tsukino Gen could walk that path with his eyes closed; he was so familiar with it.

Everything was normal until the shoe cabinet at the entrance of the teaching building, where a slight accident occurred.

"Tsuno-kun!"

"Tsukino-kun, could you wait a moment?"

As Tsukino Gen was changing his shoes, he saw several girls looking at him nervously and expectantly.

He didn't know these girls, and their appearances varied. But that wasn't his main concern.

"what's up?"

Tsukino Gendo asked.

The girl in the lead glanced nervously at the boy, then mustered her courage and spoke.

"Um... We've been following Tsukino-kun for a long time! Could you give me your contact information? My account is fine. No, we don't mean anything by it, we just want to get to know Tsukino-kun!"

"Yes, yes, yes, of course it would be even better if Tsukino-kun were willing to participate in the matchmaking event."

"Could I please ask Tsukino-kun for a favor? Please, please~"

Several girls took turns approaching him, seemingly a well-prepared attempt at flirting; such situations weren't uncommon for him. For Tsukino Gen, it wasn't a source of much pressure.

It's just a friend on Self, no big deal.

Adding someone as a friend doesn't mean you'll reply to their messages, and replying to their messages doesn't mean you'll agree to a date.

Agreeing to a date doesn't mean you'll have sex, and having sex doesn't mean you're officially in a relationship.

In this era, everyone's bottom line is quite flexible, so a pure and sincere heart has become something to be ridiculed.

"Wait a moment, let me take a look."

Just as Tsukino Gen was about to take out his phone.

"Go away."

The sudden sound interrupted Tsukino Gen's actions and shattered the expectations of the girls.

It was obvious that the sound came from behind them and was coming towards them.

Immediately, some people were annoyed. They were about to become friends with Tsukino Gen. Who was causing trouble here?

Can't you wait until we leave to be jealous? You're driving me crazy!
Several girls turned around almost simultaneously with unfriendly expressions.

"Who are you? Huh?"

"Eh eh eh?!"

Turning around at the same time, they saw a cold and aloof face.

Her long, straight, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her cold face seemed to radiate a cruel ruthlessness, as if she wanted to tear apart everything in her way.

"Asagiri-kun?"

"Um... is there something you need?"

Immediately, the girls' tone became friendly, even obedient.

Just kidding, if there's one thing you absolutely can't mess with at this school, it's this girl. She's practically a rule that should be written into the school regulations.

Asagiri Rin didn't waste any words and looked at them coldly.

"Didn't you hear me say get out of here?"

Although Asagiri Rin's tone was excessively impolite, instinctively evoking strong feelings of disgust, the obvious difference in strength forced them to lower their heads and walk around the girl, leaving hastily with deep regret, even if they couldn't help but clench their fists.

Ok.

Gen Tsukino tried to blend into the crowd and leave, but...
"stop."

"Good morning, Asagiri-kun. What a coincidence!"

The boy stopped and faced the indifferent girl, his smile still innocent and harmless.

But Asagiri Rin didn't seem to see any of this; she just said coldly.

"Come to the activity room today."

Tsukino Gen looked troubled. "Actually, I might have something to do today, it's not certain."

Before she could finish speaking, Asagiri Rin stepped forward.

A chilling aura swept over us.

Despite having such a beautiful face, her current demeanor made her seem somewhat frightening.

The oppressive atmosphere was palpable, and her deep pupils locked onto him.

"If you don't come today, I'll wait for you in your class tomorrow."

Done.

The girl turned around abruptly, her footsteps as cold and steady as her demeanor.

Gen Tsukino twisted his neck.

"What goes around comes around."

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(End of this chapter)