Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

During breakfast, Han Chuan You ignored the look in Mi Yue's eyes that seemed to regard her as the ultimate pervert.

Even with that look in her eyes, she's still stunningly beautiful; no wonder she's Mizuki.

"Why aren't you eating?" Han Chuan You took a bite of her sandwich. "Is the breakfast your brother made with love really so unpalatable?"

Mizuki also took a bite, as if she were tearing at his flesh:

"With you becoming increasingly eccentric, I'm worried you might have put something weird in your breakfast."

As she spoke, Mizuki Hanakawa extended her delicate, bright red tongue and licked the creamy yellow Thousand Island dressing that had overflowed from the middle of the sandwich.

It has a sweet and sour taste with the aroma of sesame.

Thankfully, she breathed a sigh of relief.

This guy isn't so perverted as to do something like that.

"You overestimate me."

Han Chuan You grinned, understanding what she meant.

Even if I'm incredibly strong, I can't produce that much... And Mizuki is getting more and more lewd.

He finished his sandwich in a few bites, picked up his schoolbag, and said, "Alright, if we don't leave now, we'll be late for our morning exercise."

"etc."

Han Chuan Mei Yue called him back, stepped forward, and pulled up his collar to straighten it and tie his tie.

Despite the morning's commotion, I didn't really want to give Han Chuanyou a pleasant look, but I still wanted to stick to the habit of helping him straighten his collar.

She simply enjoys doing this, as it gives her a sense of being a part of his life and making him unable to leave her.

Feeling her gentle and considerate actions, Han Chuanyou smiled and said, "How about a farewell kiss?"

Meeting Mizuki's extremely dangerous gaze, he wisely took a step back, but missed a step and almost fell.

He steadied himself and waved to Meiyue:

"Bye-bye, I'm leaving."

"Be careful, go ahead."

……

"noodle!"

In the open space outside the club building, the members of the Kendo Club basked in the morning light, sweating profusely as they earnestly swung their swords.

The track and field team members were running a long distance, shouting slogans as they passed in front of the building.

Inside the building, the melodious sound of the bass horn drifted into the sky, and several birds flew across the contrails in the sky.

With class still a while away, not only the Kendo club, but other clubs also have something to work on.

I heard that Harukawa's brass band stumbled at the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament last year and didn't even make it to the Kanto Tournament. They practice every morning even more diligently than the kendo club, which aims for the Jade Dragon Flag Tournament.

Morning exercise over.

The members gradually left, and the two who were resting on the edge of the flower bed also prepared to return to their class.

With dampness at her temples and her breathing gradually becoming steady, Yanagi Genon picked up a bottle of Pocari Sweat and took a sip.

Han Chuanyou reached out and grabbed nothing, then turned his head, hesitating as he watched her drink sip after sip. He finally asked, "How does it taste?"

Yagyu Genne tilted her head slightly, looking puzzled. "It's alright, what's wrong?"

Han Chuanyou pointed, with an expression that said, "I understand her."

"That bottle is mine. Are you trying to pretend to kiss me indirectly by accident? Is that a little trick unique to young girls? How cute."

Yagyu Genne looked dazed, as if she had been stuck, and looked down at the drink in her hand: "How is that possible?"

"Fine, don't believe me then."

Han Chuan You picked up another bottle and waved it off generously.

"You can have that bottle. I don't mind. You can keep it frozen in the refrigerator for a lifetime or do other things with it secretly, it's up to you. I don't mind."

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Hearing him say this, Yagyu Genon felt both ashamed and angry.

It's just water he drank, not something particularly precious. This guy is too narcissistic. How could he possibly do something like that? She's not a pervert.

Seeing that he was about to open the bottle cap, she said, "No."

She snatched the drink from Han Chuan You's hand.

Han Chuan You stretched out his hand: "Then give me back mine."

Yagyu Genon looked down at the bottle in her arms that she had already drunk from, then at the other bottle, shaking her head repeatedly. Her cheeks grew hotter and hotter, so she simply hugged both bottles to her chest.

"That won't work either."

"This is absolutely unreasonable," Han Chuanyou said helplessly. "Are you going to give it to me or not?"

"No."

"This is forcing me to do something outrageous."

Han Chuan You tugged at his collar, raised his hands, and placed them on the girl's slender shoulders, gradually moving closer to her.

Too close, is this what they mean...?

The girl closed her eyes, her cheeks burning hotter and hotter. She instinctively pulled her head back to avoid the heat. Her originally cool face now looked full of girlish charm, creating a unique contrast.

Seeing her like this, Han Chuanyou's lips curled up slightly. Before she could react, he grabbed a bottle and pulled it out of her arms, causing her chest to curve softly. She was quite well-endowed.

Yagyu Genon felt his arms suddenly empty, opened his eyes blankly, and felt like he had been tricked.

"you!"

"What's wrong, disappointed?"

"You bastard!"

The girl gritted her teeth, her beautiful eyes fixed on him.

Embarrassed and annoyed, she braced herself against the edge of the flower bed with one hand, leaned forward, and reached out to snatch it back. Han Chuanyou saw this and raised his hand high, preventing her from getting it.

Yagyu Genne was so focused on the bottle of water that she didn't notice how intimate their position was; she was practically lying on top of him.

The weight pressing down on them made Han Chuan You cry out that he couldn't take it, and he lost his balance, causing the two of them to fall together.

Under the influence of brainwaves, Han Chuan You fully experienced the most precious beauty of the girl.

Although not as voluptuous as Mizuki's, it has a unique youthful innocence in both its softness and elasticity.

The warm breath she exhaled made Yagyu Genon shiver. She quickly propped herself up, her delicate cheeks as red as apples hanging on a tree, having been nourished by the whole autumn.

Thank you for your hospitality.

Han Chuan lay there leisurely, enjoying the scenery before him. The sky was blue, the clouds were white, and the girl in front of him was lovely.

He waved his hand.

"Never mind, I don't want either bottle, you can have them."

"You pervert."

"I can't even curse properly," said Yagyu Genon through gritted teeth. Her good upbringing made her surprisingly limited in her vocabulary of insults.

"What does this have to do with me?" Han Chuanyou sat up, looking completely innocent. "I'm the one who got spit on, I'm the one who was pinned down, and in the end, I'm the one who did something wrong?"

Yagyu Genon opened her mouth, unable to refute him for a moment, and could only glare at him in embarrassment and annoyance.

Han Chuan You was no longer going to try to reason with her.

Who told her to be so cute and pretty? Beautiful girls always have special privileges. He suffered a little loss, and that was the end of it.

Inside the school building, watching the boy walk towards his class, Yagyu Genon looked down at the two bottles of drinks, unsure whether to throw them away or keep them. In the end, she could only walk angrily towards her own class.

At noon, Anna Yagyu, who rarely comes to eat lunch with them, came over.

"Tsurune, how did you finish my drink?"

Han Chuanyou sat down next to her.

"None of your business."

Yagyu Genon glanced at him sideways, opened the lunchbox with a normal expression, but her ears were flushed.

"What drink?"

Anna Yagyu asked curiously.

"It's nothing," Yagyu Genon said hastily, then gave Hanakawa Yu a threatening look.

Han Chuanyou smiled slightly and didn't expose him.

Although Anna Yagyu was puzzled, she didn't press the matter further. She felt that the relationship between her older sister and her senior was sometimes good and sometimes bad, which was puzzling.

After lunch, with some time before class, Han Chuan You picked up the book "The Story of Patterns" that she had brought and continued to read it.

There aren't many pages left; I should be able to fully grasp the formation's arrangement today.

Formations... I can't wait to try them out.

Anna Yagyu asked curiously, "What book are you reading, senpai?"

"About ancient patterns." Han Chuan You turned the page of the book to show her.

Anna Yagyu leaned over, the wind ruffling her hair and tickling her nose.

"It's surprising that the senior is interested in this kind of book."

"So-so," Han Chuan You said modestly. "After all, I aspire to become a walking encyclopedia."

"You're really amazing, senior."

The girl's eyes were filled with admiration, which was very kind of her.

Yagyu Genon, standing to the side, curled his lip and said, "Pretending."