Crossover Anime: The Heroine's Savior in the Other World

"Yes, I'd be happy if you were angry."

A smile flickered in Kitahara Sousuke's eyes as he answered without hesitation.

"..."

What? What do you mean by such strange words?

A blush slowly crept up from Sifang Diezi's earlobe to the girl's cheek, and the girl looked away from the other person's gaze, somewhat at a loss.

This guy is still the same old rascal, always trying to provoke us. We, the dignified Sifang Diezi, will not be fooled by your little tricks. Whether you go or not is none of my business, I won't be angry at all.

"I'll beat you up. Don't say such weird things again."

Sifang Diezi raised her small fist threateningly, but from an angle no one could see, the corners of the girl's mouth unconsciously curled up.

"Let's go upstairs, I'm going back too."

Kitahara Sosuke eventually escorted the girl to her rented apartment building, then handed her the three plush toys he had caught that day, including Totoro, and gently waved to Shifang Choko.

"You didn't even say something like, 'I'm so tired, I want to go upstairs and get a drink of water'?"

Sifang Diezi looked at the other party with suspicion.

"..."

Kitahara Sousuke's lips twitched. You really can't be nice to this guy even a little bit; he suddenly takes advantage of you.

Do you want me to go up?

"Absolutely not."

"let it go."

Kitahara Sousuke turned around and waved gently.

"What a hypocrite, pretending to be a gentleman..."

Watching the boy's figure disappear around the corner, Yoshiko muttered a soft complaint and turned to go upstairs when a familiar figure suddenly appeared at the corner of the stairs.

"Brother?"

Sifangdie let out a soft cry, her tone filled with surprise and doubt.

"Die, Diezi..."

Sato Kaoru emerged from the shadows, looking slightly embarrassed. Seeing the large and small bags in the girl's hands, she awkwardly hid her left hand behind her back.

"Why is my brother here? Is he waiting for us?"

After confirming the visitor's identity, Shifang Diezi looked at the person with surprise and delight.

"Ah... um, right... Choko, was that Kitahara-kun from earlier?"

Sato Kaoru stammered in agreement, then asked with some curiosity.

"Ah... yes."

Upon hearing Sato Kaoru's question, Yomo Choko calmed down from her surprise and hesitantly nodded.

"you……"

Sato Kaoru looked at the girl in front of her with a complicated expression, and at the dark street behind her.

"That's not it. We went to the arcade today, and we just happened to run into Kitahara-kun on the way back..."

After hesitating for a moment, Sifang Diezi decided to tell a lie that wasn't too big or too small.

"So that's it..."

Kaoru Sato nodded with a bitter expression.

He didn't ask Diezi why she was holding the same milk tea bottle and crepe as the other person, nor did he ask why, if it was a coincidence, the other person had gone out of their way to escort her all the way downstairs so late.

In the past, Diezi would never let a man escort her to her doorstep.

"Brother, why are your hands behind your back? Are you hiding something?"

Sifang Diezi tilted her head and curiously craned her neck to look behind the other person.

"Ah, this is..."

Sato Kaoru's expression worsened, her face a mixture of embarrassment, helplessness, regret, and other indescribable emotions: "It's a birthday present for you..."

"Hmph, you actually remember it's my birthday today..."

Sifang Diezi pouted unhappily, but then she thought that although it was a bit late, her brother still remembered, and her dissatisfaction quickly vanished.

"Let's see what the gift is?"

“This…” Sato Kaoru gritted her teeth, glanced at the doll in Yomo Choko’s arms, and finally reluctantly took it out from behind her back.

"Hey, Totoro..."

Yoko first exclaimed in surprise, but then she quickly realized something, and her expression suddenly became as complicated as Sato Kaoru's. She understood the source of Sato Kaoru's embarrassment.

Neither the craftsmanship nor the size of the doll can compare to the prized possession that Kitahara Sosuke won from the claw machine.

"This... I won it from the claw machine at the arcade..."

Yoko explained softly, then the girl immediately stepped forward, took the Totoro from Sato Kaoru's hand, and said sincerely:

"But it's alright. If it's a gift from my brother, I'll definitely cherish it."

"Ok, I know……"

"..."

An awkward silence fell between them, as if the air itself had dried up. Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, Choko spoke first, trying to ease the tension:

"Brother..."

"Yes, I'm sorry, Diezi, I have something to do, I have to go back now..."

After saying that, Sato Kaoru didn't even dare to look at the other person before fleeing in a panic.

P.S.: That's all for Choko's story for now. Let me also explain the character Sato Kaoru. He's an extremely insecure, chauvinistic man who craves recognition but lacks the ability to achieve it. He has the favor of a wealthy young lady, yet he hesitates, overthinks, and is afraid to take responsibility. This leads to a series of ridiculous situations in the original manga.

P.S.: One more thing, please vote for me! Please vote for me! Please vote for me! I'm saying it three times because it's important.

Chapter 156 I hate roll call the most!

At 8:30, the bell rang for class.

The first class was Chinese literature. The sound of high heels clicking rang out, and a tall, slender woman with a gray teacher's uniform, a pretty face, and long black hair walked in.

Hiratsuka Shizuka.

Kitahara Sousuke's Japanese language teacher and homeroom teacher.

However, after spending these days with him, Kitahara Sosuke discovered that beneath the other person's beautiful appearance, he was actually a very capable person.

According to occasional unreliable rumors, this teacher is currently being pressured by his family to get married, and is said to have a penchant for drinking and a tendency toward violence.

Kitahara Sousuke had never been taught by her before, nor had he been taught by Hiratsuka-sensei this semester, so he was unsure whether the news was true or false.

Hope not.

"You've all heard about the grade-level tests next week, right?"

The female teacher placed the books on the table, tugged at her collar, and looked troubled. "You're the worst class I've ever taught. Your scores are too low; people will laugh at me..."

A murmur rippled through the crowd below.

“Every teacher says that in their class, it’s a complete lie…”

"I remember the other classes' grades weren't as good as ours, right?"

"As for grades, her dream is to become a housewife after graduating from high school..."

"Quiet!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka tapped her forehead, looking exasperated, and put one hand on her hip, saying, "I don't care about the other subjects, but our class must get first place in the grade for the Japanese literature and math subjects I teach!"

"what--"

A chorus of wails erupted from below the podium.

"What are you howling about?" Hiratsuka Shizuka slammed her fist on the lectern, the wooden desk creaking under the weight. "What's so difficult about Japanese literature? Do you all think I'm a bad teacher? As for math... look at Kitahara-kun, he's made great progress in both of those subjects."

All eyes immediately turned to Kitahara Sōsuke.

Kitahara Sousuke: "..."

"You're just sitting at home when trouble comes knocking on your door," is that the perfect way to describe this situation? I didn't say a word, so why did you single me out?

Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at Kitahara Sousuke, raised her chin, revealing a section of her fair and slender neck: "In the past few days, Kitahara-kun's scores on the quizzes in both of his courses have been very high. I checked his grades from last semester, and he's practically a different person."

So what's with that smug look on your face? Your grades are so much better than last semester because you've been studying hard lately, and Feng tutored you in Chinese. It has absolutely nothing to do with you!

The students in the class were in an uproar.

Yoshihiko Uego poked his shoulder from behind in surprise: "Sosuke, your grades are actually this good? I remember you said you were a terrible student..."

Kitahara Sosuke said with a dark face, "It's all thanks to Hiratsuka-sensei's excellent teaching."

Hiratsuka Shizuka waved her hand: "Well, although I deserve credit, my own efforts are also a very important factor."

Kitahara Sousuke: "..."

That makes so much sense; I don't even have a reason to argue. Is it really okay for you to just accept this?

"In short, you all need to prepare well in the next few days. Your average score in these two exams must not be lower than that of Class B."

Hiratsuka Shizuka slammed her hand on the blackboard: "Teacher, I don't want to lose a whole case of beer to that wretched Mediterranean uncle!"

"Mediterranean uncle"... does that refer to Mr. Suzuki, the math teacher? Hey, you just said something pretty profound.

The woman cracked her knuckles, "Anyway, I'll be giving you all a good workout these next few days."