Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Around noon, Yuu Kanakawa and Taito Nakamura arrived at the cafeteria.

Although Mizuki is virtuous, she also has a lazy side. Sometimes she is too lazy to get up and make a bento box, so she can only come to the cafeteria for lunch.

As one of the top private universities in Tokyo, Harukawa University's cafeteria is naturally unmatched by other schools. The food is quite delicious, with a wide variety of options, including local cuisine, Chinese food, and French food, at prices that cater to all budgets.

Han Chuan You picked two affordable dishes: Mapo Tofu and stir-fried beef with garlic sprouts. Although he never liked this kind of modified Chinese cuisine, the cafeteria's version was surprisingly decent.

When it comes to garlic scapes, the best ones are those that have been left overnight, but fresh ones are also acceptable.

Nakamura Taito, that big spender, chose the French lobster baked rice, which cost a whopping 5,000 yen. Keep in mind that Kazukawa Yu's allowance for a week is only 10,000 yen.

Meiyue mainly believes that men become bad when they have money, to which he can only laugh. He thinks they become bad even without money. He's just not rich enough yet, but she'll regret it once he runs off with the blond-haired rich woman.

It's fine to raise girls in a wealthy environment, but boys like him should also be raised in a wealthy environment, okay?

Of course, Meiyue didn't mistreat him financially either; if he really asked for money, she wouldn't be stingy.

Nakamura Taito wolfed down his food, then reached for a piece of beef on his plate with his chopsticks.

"Han Chuan, you really like Chinese food."

Not to be outdone, Han Chuanyou took a piece of lobster meat from his plate and said, "It's probably because I was from Xia Country in my past life."

As he spoke, he put the lobster meat into his mouth. This was the taste of money, delicious.

"That's quite possible." Nakamura Taito nodded. "Your height really doesn't seem like that of a Japanese person. I feel inferior standing next to you."

Han Chuan You is already close to 1.8 meters tall, and in another year or two, he will definitely be 1.8 meters tall. Among the people of Japan today, he is truly outstanding.

"You're shorter than me, so there's no need to feel inferior."

"Go away, I'm not short either, okay?"

At 1.73 meters tall, Nakamura Taito is not considered short in Japan.

In recent decades, due to changes in diet and genetic improvements from intermarriage with white people, the height of young people has increased significantly. However, with the dilution of genes, the younger generation is showing signs of decline and has been far surpassed by its two neighboring countries.

This is probably the genetic lock of the islanders; in an environment of scarce resources, their height and body shape tend to evolve in a more energy-efficient direction.

As the two were chatting, a beautiful and elegant woman looked around, searching for a suitable place to eat, not far behind them.

The girl's appearance instantly attracted the attention of many people, but the students around her subconsciously kept their distance from her. Her natural aura of superiority was too overwhelming, as if stepping into her sphere of influence was a great desecration.

She glanced around the cafeteria, then suddenly noticed something, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

Then, she walked slowly in a certain direction.

"May I sit here?"

Hearing the sound, Han Chuanyou looked up, somewhat surprised.

It turned out to be the person he was torturing.

Nakamura Taito also looked over, and upon seeing her, a hint of apprehension seemed to flash in his eyes: "Ms. Kujo, please have a seat. I'll go somewhere else."

Han Chuanyou saw him run away with the tray in a flash, as if he was very afraid of this girl, which made him even more puzzled.

"Thanks."

After thanking him, Kujou Kitsune did not sit in the seat that Nakamura Taito had just occupied. Instead, she held down her skirt and gracefully sat down opposite Hanakawa Yu.

"Sorry to bother you."

"No need to bother you, is there anything I can help you with?"

Han Chuanyou nodded without saying anything more, waiting for her reply. He wasn't so narcissistic as to think that it was his charm that attracted the girl in front of him.

"Kanakawa Yu, Kanakawa-kun, right? It's nothing, I just wanted to get to know you."

Kujou Kitsune smiled gracefully.

Suddenly, a woman dressed in traditional British maid attire appeared, pushing a food cart and taking out a series of exquisite dishes to place on the table.

Know yourself?

This so-called villain, destined to be her master, didn't even bother to find an opportunity to torture her; he just delivered himself right to her doorstep.

Han Chuan You felt it wasn't that simple.

"Although I know I am very charming, it is not a gentleman's thing to think of lewd things as soon as we meet."

Han Chuan You's pupils widened slightly in surprise.

Why does it seem like the other person knows what I'm thinking?

Noticing his expression, Kujou Kitsune smiled slyly, seemingly quite pleased.

"Want to know who I am? Let me introduce myself. I am Kujou Kitsune, the eldest daughter of the Kujou family."

Han Chuanyou is now completely certain that the person in front of him seems to be able to sense his thoughts for some reason.

"Can you tell what I'm thinking?"

"you guess."

Let him guess? Let's give it a try.

"In that case, what am I thinking about now?"

He stared at her, beginning to imagine how he would torture her later, the more lewd the better, such as using the Soul-Controlling Gu to control her body, and then using the Art of Manipulating Objects to manipulate the ropes... Various indescribable scenes played out in his mind.

He refused to believe it; how could someone possess such a strange ability when there was no spiritual energy fluctuation on their body?

The girl in front of him looked puzzled for a moment.

"What were you thinking about just now?"

"Of course I want to."

Han Chuanyou breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she was not a true mind reader, but was extremely good at reading people and could deduce vague thoughts from micro-expressions and body language.

He was prepared for the possibility that if this wealthy and beautiful young woman could truly discover his secrets, she would say something like, "You don't want others to know your identity as a cultivator, do you?"

If he was threatened with this, he would have no choice but to marry her with tears in his eyes.

He simply didn't want others to know his identity as a cultivator.

"You want to marry me?"

The other person spoke again, his tone confident, with a slight smile on his lips, seemingly quite pleased with his charm.

Han Chuanyou narrowed his eyes.

What on earth is going on? She can't read the lewd thoughts about torture, but she's perfectly aware of those thoughts.

A guess came to mind.

Could it be that the content about cultivating immortality is hidden by heavenly secrets, just like in cultivation novels, while other thoughts unrelated to cultivation will be exposed to her?

This indicates a vulnerability.

He shrugged and said dismissively:

"It was just a random thought. After all, boys our age are all quite self-important. When we get back to the classroom, I'll spread the word that you like me."

"lie."

Tsk... It's really annoying to have your thoughts read.

He decided to test the waters one more time, silently repeating some rather offensive thoughts that would be enough to make the other person lose their composure.

When I went to the restroom with Nakamura Taito just now, my size made him completely speechless.

The girl in front of him didn't react much.

It's not about her, so she can't sense it?

carry on.

Later, I'll use the Gu worm to control the other person, making them do calisthenics in the cafeteria and loudly say things like "I'm an idiot"...

The other party still didn't react.

Until he thought to himself:

Kujo is so pretty, she has a great figure, and her breasts are quite large. If she wore a bunny girl outfit and danced, it would be really cool...

A rare blush appeared on the girl's face.

She frowned, her tone turning cold: "Han Chuan, you're being a bit too vulgar."

Han Chuan You was completely relieved.

Sure enough, she couldn't read thoughts related to cultivating immortality; she could only intercept worldly thoughts about her.

This ability can be both powerful and useless.

However, it is indeed awkward that one's thoughts can be spied on by the other party.

"You're the despicable one who presumes to know what others are thinking."

"This isn't something I can control, and you're the only person I can see," the girl said, sounding less like she was lying. "Otherwise, why do you think I came to find you?"

"Am I the only one?"

Hankawa Yu was stunned.

He finally understood why she was called the villain of destiny; it turned out she was only targeting him.