Practical teaching, all I want is your reward.

Taking advantage of the time after school, Toru Suzuki, carrying the "time camera," dodged the students on the way and arrived at the track and field stadium, which was about to welcome dusk. He stood alone in a corner of the stands.

He wanted to preview the future plot, so he accessed the control panel like he was playing a game, carefully adjusted the camera's time to the opening day of the sports festival, and then pressed the shutter.

Although the exact timing is unclear, the order of the competitions is known: the school does not intend to hold all the competitions simultaneously, but rather to proceed one by one.

This gave Toru Suzuki room to maneuver.

100-meter race, hurdles, pole-falling competition, tug-of-war, ball-throwing competition, obstacle course race, three-legged race...

With a series of clicks, the "time camera," which originally had only about half its battery left, finally gave out and shut down after just half an hour.

Suzuki Tetsu looked at the camera's charging port, unsure if it could be charged. However, he had already stuffed the photos he had taken into his backpack to prevent anyone from discovering them.

After retrieving the "time-travel camera," he gazed at the track and field for a while. Only some students from sports clubs were playing there, but he didn't see any older students practicing.

They should already be familiar with each other's situations, so no extra practice or special reconnaissance is needed.

Even so, Suzuki Tetsu saw the B-class students practicing downstairs, their open and honest manner making it hard not to take a second look, especially Ichinose Honami's lively figure below.

Are you going to give the indoor gymnasium to Class A and Class D, and have them practice outdoors?

Suzuki Toru didn't go down to say hello; he had to go back to practice, otherwise Sakayanagi Arisu would come to him with a smile.

The two stadiums are not far apart; by taking a shortcut, it only takes a few minutes to return to the indoor stadium, also known as the First Stadium.

However, Suzuki Tetsu didn't go in immediately. Instead, he went to the restroom so he could pretend he had been there for a long time.

After quickly washing his face in the restroom, Suzuki Toru walked out of the corridor. Just as he passed the door of the changing room, a figure came out of the changing room, and the two almost bumped into each other.

"Whoa, that's dangerous!"

Before Suzuki Tetsu could speak, the other party bared his teeth and barked.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you were coming out."

"Hmm? Suzuki-kun?"

Perhaps it was because his voice was distinctive, or perhaps it was because Hasebe Haruka finally noticed him, but she immediately smacked her lips.

"How strange, to run into you here. Kushida-san has been looking for you."

"I was in the bathroom just now," Suzuki Toru replied briefly, then looked at the girl's current attire. "Have you finished your practice?"

She had changed out of her gym clothes and was now wearing her school uniform. Her extremely full breasts seemed about to burst out of the shirt, making one worry about the quality of the garment. Below that was her willow-like waist, and the slightly short skirt revealed a pair of slender, snow-white thighs. Her calves below the knees were covered with black stockings, which had a slightly smooth sheen, like delicious chocolate.

What's even more striking is that she has a shiny forehead, somewhat resembling Sakura Haruno.

"I asked Shicang and the others, and they don't plan to continue practicing three-legged races and horseback fighting today. So, it doesn't matter if I go back now."

Haruka Hasebe clearly didn't care about leaving early.

However, she seems to care more about something else now than leaving early.

“Well, since we’ve run into each other, may I ask Suzuki-kun something?” Hasebe Haruka suddenly asked with great interest.

"I will answer depending on the situation," Suzuki Toru said cautiously, not giving her a chance.

"What a cunning way to put it! Doesn't that make me seem like I'm being unreasonable?" Hasebe Haruka pouted, but then she immediately smiled mischievously. "May I ask, Suzuki-kun, who do you like?"

Suzuki Toru was stunned for a moment. Thinking that she had not explained herself clearly, she asked again.

"Excuse me, do you have someone you like right now?"

Chapter 285 Please Take a Look at My Legs

Not far away, the sun was setting, and some of its afterglow quietly filtered into the corridor from outside. The light emitted hazy dust in the air, like a wisp of slanting smoke.

Time seemed to stand still. The window filled with the setting sun, the quiet corridor, and the serious-looking girl in front of him made Suzuki Toru hold his breath for a moment.

Her voice flashed through Suzuki Toru's mind, and several figures involuntarily appeared before he immediately came back to his senses.

"Why do you ask that?" Suzuki Tetsu asked, puzzled. He didn't remember being close enough with Hasebe Haruka to discuss such a topic.

"Was your first reaction to ask a question?" Hasebe Haruka scratched her head as the setting sun cast its rays over her head. "How should I put it? Seeing so many girls around you made me feel a little uneasy."

"Subtle?" Suzuki Toru was even more confused.

"Oh, do you remember the first time we met? During the special exam in summer vacation, didn't I tell you that you look a lot like an idol?" Hasebe Haruka recalled the scene for him, her emotions getting a little excited.

"What's wrong?"

"He's surrounded by a lot of girls, just like you."

"Could he be a go-to actor for romance movies?"

“He’s not an actor, but he’s often invited to appear on variety shows and team up with his idols.”

Suzuki Toru's expression was a bit strange. Was he a comedian?

"So, I think you're exactly like him now, very popular with women, except he's retired from the industry." Hasebe Haruka said, seemingly both excited and embarrassed. "Now can you answer me?"

"Will you tell anyone else?" Suzuki Toru asked seriously.

"No, no, I'm very tight-lipped." Hasebe Haruka quickly raised her hand to swear; she was just a girl who liked to gossip.

"I love each and every one of them equally." Suzuki Toru's eyes were serious, as if he were talking about some very important secret, and he even lowered his voice.

"Huh?" Hasebe Haruka was stunned. Did equality mean wanting everything?

After a while, she finally widened her eyes and stared at Suzuki Toru with an extremely strange look, her eyes seemingly filled with disdain, unconsciously revealing the gaze one would give to trash.

"It may be a bit rude, but may I say it's disgusting?" Hasebe Haruka was clearly not interested in this harem idea, and even felt a bit disgusted by it.

"Okay, but I still have this idea."

Upon hearing his words, Hasebe Haruka suddenly let out a long sigh.

"I should have known better than to satisfy my curiosity."

Perhaps feeling that there was nothing left to talk about, Hasebe Haruka picked up her schoolbag and walked past Suzuki Toru without hesitation, not forgetting to say goodbye to him.

Suzuki Tetsu didn't stop her. He could sense that although she was a maverick, she was different from Horikita Suzune or Sakura Airi.

The conversation was normal, and she would take the initiative to start conversations. There were no signs of introversion, nor was she arrogant or conceited. The topics were a bit too far from normal, but they didn't go too deep. She paid attention to the entertainment industry, which shows that she is a very normal girl.

According to information about Kikyo Kushida, she is an ordinary student, although she has a small circle of friends and is often alone.

Suzuki Tetsu arrived at the entrance of the corridor and saw Class A and Class D practicing against each other. This was a simulated battle proposed by Katsuragi Kohei, which should help everyone adapt to the competition environment more quickly.

However, quite a few people left early, and Hasebe Haruka was not an isolated case.

During the nearly two weeks of practice, some people did not show up at all, such as Rokusuke Koenji from Class D.

"Suzuki-kun, so you're here. I thought you went back."

Upon hearing Karuizawa Megumi's surprised voice, Suzuki Toru turned his head and saw her sitting on a chair to the side, seemingly resting. Her eyes, which had been slightly bored, now sparkled.

"How's your practice going?" Suzuki Toru greeted her.

"We just practiced horseback riding and fighting, and everyone's tired, so we need to rest now." Karuizawa Kei patted the empty seat next to him, gesturing for him to sit down. "I was planning to continue running, but I accidentally bumped my foot."

"Did you bump into something?" Suzuki Tetsu, who hadn't planned to sit next to her, instinctively walked towards her. "Are you bleeding? Does it hurt a lot?"

The girl sat on a bench at the back, her two fair and clean legs slightly clasped together, her delicate skin showing no particularly noticeable wounds.

Suzuki Tetsu was about to squat down when he suddenly realized that it was inappropriate, so he sat down next to her. Just as he was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of her slightly upturned lips out of the corner of his eye.

"You saw my location?"

"What? You're making me sound like a spy, when someone else is being way worse than me."

"I didn't mean that."

Karuizawa Kei puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction. Since she couldn't see Suzuki Toru's figure, she could only check her friend's location and then found out that he was coming back. So what was wrong with her waiting here a little earlier?

Considering their relationship, she deliberately told a white lie, giving Suzuki Toru a reason to sit next to her, and that he should be thanking her.

To be honest, Karuizawa Kei felt that she should be angry because someone said they would take responsibility for her, but in reality, they were being affectionate with other people without any regard for their feelings.

"I don't care, I'm your girlfriend now, right?" Karuizawa Kei whispered.

"Otherwise what?" Suzuki Tetsu looked at the girl's calves. "Because of this relationship, that's why I came to check on you as soon as possible."

Karuizawa Kei was somewhat happy, but then felt extremely awkward, with an indescribable strange feeling in her heart.

"Are you really not injured?" Suzuki Tetsu asked again.

"I'm not lying to you, I accidentally kicked a chair just now, it hurts!" Karuizawa Megumi pointed to her toe. "I think it's a little swollen, what should I do?"

Wearing sneakers, she was afraid that Suzuki Tetsu wouldn't be able to see the details, so she bent down, untied her shoelaces, hooked her fingers on the shoes, and her small feet slowly came off the constraints of the sneakers. Thin socks wrapped around the girl's skin, just as tightly concealing the girl's jade feet.

Her five toes appeared exceptionally rounded, yet somewhat soft. Her delicate skin was encased in stockings, and occasionally one could see her slightly awkwardly curling her toes. Her toes were so translucent that they revealed a pinkish hue, whether it was the natural glow of her skin or the allure of the stockings, they resembled delicious little snacks.

Perhaps unaware of the nickname "perverted foot fetishist," Karuizawa Kei looked at Suzuki Toru with a somewhat aggrieved expression.

"Look, is it swollen? I'm sure I'm not lying to you."

Chapter 286 Underestimating the Enemy and Being Careless

A large section of smooth thigh was exposed beneath the girl's shorts, with her light sneakers lying to the side, her toes resting lightly on them. Her calves maintained a long and straight line, and her white calf socks looked like sweet sundaes or a bottle of delicious milk.

She continued bending over, using both hands to remove her stockings. Her somewhat full breasts pressed against her knees, and from the side, Suzuki Toru could see glimpses of fair skin and sky-blue color through her sleeves.

At the same time, Suzuki Tetsu also saw Karuizawa Megumi's high ponytail tied behind her head, with a few strands of hair brushing against her fair neck like fine sand, further highlighting her smooth skin.

The setting sun was shining through the window, gently bathing the creaking floorboards. In the nearby stadium, many students were active, their footsteps echoing as they ran, their shouts rising and falling as they played tug-of-war. All sorts of sounds danced around Suzuki Toru's ears, before gradually slowing down the girl's movements in front of him.

She complained about the chair, then started talking about the competition, her teammates' lack of cooperation, her classmates' troubles, and how someone had been ignoring her.

In just a short while, the thin stockings slipped off her fair and tender feet, like the receding tide, naturally revealing their original color.

So, Karuizawa Megumi, with her right foot bare, her toes, which were as big as mangosteens, wiggled restlessly, clearly not used to being barefoot in public, especially in front of men.

Perhaps many years later, a woman's feet will slowly develop calluses and become dull and lifeless with age.

However, at this age, a girl is like a bamboo shoot just emerging from the ground. Her clean little feet have no calluses, and the soles of her feet may even have a thin blush. She is so delicate that she seems to be boneless, and she must be held in the palm of your hand and carefully protected, without the slightest negligence.

"Did you see that?" Karuizawa Kei touched her toes, her brow furrowing slightly as she withdrew her fingers hesitantly. "You're kidding, right...? It really does hurt a little?"

Suzuki Tetsu subconsciously held his breath. He didn't know if Karuizawa Megumi was really in pain, or if she was just being coquettish. Many girls habitually act coquettishly towards those they are close to, which can make even the smallest injury seem particularly serious.