Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Another day has passed.

After breakfast, it was rather strange that Hina wasn't waiting for him outside this time.

Han Chuanyou slung his schoolbag over his shoulder and went next door. The gate to the courtyard was open.

"Hina, are you still home?"

He walked into the courtyard and rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and Yukinoshita Yuri appeared behind it.

Today she was dressed casually at home, wearing a slightly fitted apricot-colored knitted base layer that perfectly accentuated her proud curves.

Compared to when she first moved here, her mental state has improved a lot. The melancholy in her eyes has disappeared, and she looks more radiant and charming.

"Kanakawa-kun, Hina just woke up. I'm sorry, you might have to wait a while. Please come in."

Yukinoshita Yuri bowed slightly, her stretchy undershirt pressed into a heavy curve by gravity, making one worry that it might not be able to hold it up.

Han Chuan You couldn't help but take a step back.

To present oneself with such a grand gift so early in the morning is unacceptable.

He waved his hand: "It's okay, no rush."

He thought to himself that this scale could no longer be said to be inferior to Mizuki's.

Mizuki, you lost!

The woman before me, Yukinoshita, truly lives up to her status as a lady; she's a cut above the rest.

Yukinoshita Yuri glanced at herself out of the corner of her eye, as if only just realizing it, then gently pressed her hand to her chest and smiled.

She turned and raised her voice towards the house: "Yinna, hurry up! Hanchuan-kun has already come looking for you, all you do is sleep in and make him wait."

"Right away, right away!"

Takahashi Haruna appeared at the end of the corridor, jogging along, toothpaste foam still on her lips, her hair a mess, looking like a little lion.

"I'll be done soon!"

Seeing her like this, Yukinoshita Yuri quickly stepped forward to help her comb her hair.

Looking at this scene of varying sizes, Han Chuanyou couldn't help but sigh, "What a busy family!"

Not long after, Takahashi Haruna stood in front of me, holding bread in one hand and milk in the other.

"Let's go!" She handed the bread to Han Chuan You. "Do you want some?"

"I'm not eating, let's go."

Just as I left my house after the snowfall, I ran into Mizuki, who was driving out to go to work.

"Mizuki-nee, oh hoyo!"

Takahashi Haruna greeted everyone with great enthusiasm.

"Good morning."

Han Chuan Meiyue raised her hand and waved, indicating that she had a pretty good impression of this little girl.

Han Chuanyou compared the results again and found that his conclusion was correct.

He shook his head, looking regretful.

Seeing his expression, Han Chuan Mei Yue asked curiously, "Why are you shaking your head?"

"I've discovered that even Mizuki isn't the most perfect or invincible being."

As he spoke, he sighed, looking as if his worldview had collapsed.

Han Chuan Mei Yue rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

"What are you saying?"

How could this kid be blind to be so perfect? ​​Who could possibly be better than me?

I'll talk to him about it when I get home.

Goodbye, Mizuki. Take care on your journey.

"The same to you."

……

I just arrived at the school gate.

A familiar black sedan had just stopped at the school gate.

Hongye got out of the car first, walked around to the right side, and opened the car door.

The first thing that catches the eye is a long, slender leg encased in black stockings, with smooth lines, stepping onto the pedal.

Immediately afterwards, Kujou Kitsune's slender figure emerged from the car, took Kureha's arm, and gracefully stepped out.

Han Chuanyou watched this scene and couldn't help but think that this was what real grandeur was.

If someone else were to strike this pose, it would likely appear pretentious and ostentatious. But on Kujou-ha, the innate nobility doesn't feel forced at all; rather, it seems perfectly natural.

Some people are born to live in the spotlight.

Bathed in the morning light.

The handsome young man stood still, while the radiant young woman gracefully stepped forward.

A gentle breeze ruffled their hair and the hem of their clothes.

The scene of the boy and girl meeting at the school gate drew the attention of passing students, who felt as if they were watching some kind of artistic drama.

"The fact that you would stop for me means I've already entered your heart, doesn't it?"

The girl smiled, turned her head slightly, and gazed at him with her captivating, swirling eyes.

"You can interpret it that way too?" Han Chuan You pointed to himself. "Shall I leave?"

"Running away is not what a man should do."

Samkawa Yuu walked towards the school.

"You're a bit narcissistic."

The girl lifted her foot to follow, then looked straight ahead again: "I learned it all from you."

"In that case, let me hear you call out 'sensei'."

"sen~sei~"

The girl's voice was like a clear spring in a stream, carrying the languor of the morning. The ending notes were deliberately drawn out, but they did not sound pretentious at all.

Han Chuanyou looked at the girl beside him in astonishment, feeling as if half of his bones had melted.

This is incredible...

"Hehe..." Kujou Kitsune chuckled, covering her mouth, a charming curve appearing at the corner of her eyes. "Not so great."

"I wasn't prepared, let's try again."

"I won't take the bait." Kujou Kitsune's eyes narrowed slightly, a sly glint in them. "Don't bore me, Hakkawa-kun."

"Miss Kujo, you're getting a little carried away."

Just as Han Chuan You was about to argue with her, a figure appeared in front of him, ruining the atmosphere.

[The stench is unbearable; a beastman spy has infiltrated our sect. It's time to take action...]

Not far away, a man in a suit and tie was walking towards the office building.

The man had an ordinary appearance, wore square-framed glasses, and had a refined and scholarly demeanor.

But two large characters were clearly marked above its head.

【Pig Demon】

Pig demon?

She looks like a teacher; I never expected to encounter something like this at school.

Very well, you've caught my attention.

The man's face was somewhat unfamiliar. Han Chuanyou turned his head to look at the man beside him, Qingchuan's God of Wealth:

"I don't recognize that teacher over there. Do you know which class he's in?"

Nine fox feathers glanced at it, quickly looked away, and gently shook their heads:

"I don't know, maybe he's new here."

She never bothered to give such insignificant people a second glance.

"That must be it."

Han Chuanyou nodded. He had never seen such a label before at school, so it made sense for a newcomer.

With the words "pig demon" on its head, it must be something bad.

Han Chuanyou silently observed the man's back, his mind already calculating the right moment to strike.

As he entered the teaching building and turned the corner, taking advantage of the crowd blocking his view, a thought suddenly occurred to him.

A paper puppet silently drifted to the ground, like a piece of paper cutout that had been carelessly discarded.

The little paper figure seemed to be blown by the wind, skimming the ground and drifting between the legs of the crowd, finally catching up with the man and sticking to the sole of his foot.

The paper puppets have undergone special treatment, so there's no need to worry about them wearing out due to friction with the ground.

The school has too many people, so it's not convenient to take action right now.

Han Chuan You withdrew his gaze and followed Kujou Kitsune's footsteps as if nothing had happened; the paper puppet was already in place.

Now he can control the paper puppets up to 200 meters away. Although the puppets will be disconnected when they are far away, he can still sense their general location.

There's no need to rush.

When the time is right, that's when you can make your move.