Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

After thinking it over, he decided not to buy it after all. After all, the duration of the promotion was too short, and the key ideas he needed were only for a few moments.

Even the use of it requires preparation.

He felt it wasn't worth delaying his purchase of the rights for this early investment.

After all, pre-sale loans are something everyone understands.

When a crucial opportunity arises, buying and using it becomes a more viable option, and there's no chance of missing anything.

However, looking at his pitiful [System Points: 100], he couldn't help but sigh, when will he be able to accumulate 1000 points?

Just as he was about to rest, Fujiwara Matsu's phone suddenly rang again. It was a call from Shiratori Saki.

"Mr. Fujiwara, if it's alright, could you come to the archery club tomorrow during lunch break or after school? I'd like to discuss the arrangements with you in person."

"Of course, if the young lady needs you to meet him during this process, you can postpone it at any time, before the weekend, during any lunch break or after school."

"Just let me know when the time comes."

At this moment, she was making tea for Chiya Misaki, out of her sight. She wouldn't do such a thing in Chiya Misaki's sight.

It's too obvious.

"No need, I'll take a lunch break tomorrow, though it might be a little late."

During his lunch break on the rooftop, he would usually only spend a short time with Chiya Mio, giving him ample time to meet with Shiratori Saki.

Was it another instant reply? ...I guess it was just an accident.

The previously steady flow of water suddenly trembled slightly, creating ripples in the cup.

"Are you here to meet with Miss? I apologize for my intrusion."

"Yes, that's right."

"Thank you, and please forgive my intrusion."

"It's okay, it's nothing, see you tomorrow."

Putting down her phone, Fujiwara Matsuru began to think about the optional skill she hadn't chosen earlier.

Since it's a self-selected item, it must be used to strengthen oneself. Last time it was for an experiment, and using it again this time would be a waste.

There are two directions to take: one is to deal with Chiya Mio so that I can more easily gain the initiative, and the other is to deal with Shiratori Saki so that I can't be completely defenseless against the opponent's force.

However, judging from Shiratori Saki's attributes and attitude, choosing the second option is not worthwhile.

However, Fujiwara Matsu had other considerations, such as whether skills could affect physical attributes in turn, like the singing (mastery) skill, which could transform a person with a hoarse voice and no tone.

Therefore, this reason led him to choose the second direction.

Congratulations on acquiring the skill: Striker (Mastery)

First, a wave of memories rushed into his mind. This time, Fujiwara Matsu understood the pain Chiya Mio had experienced before. The feeling of a bunch of strange things exploding in his mind was indeed unpleasant.

However, he quickly adapted and felt the urge to try out his abilities, so he moved subconsciously, clearly having developed some muscle memory.

Then there were some subtle changes in his body, slight alterations, such as his forearms becoming a little thicker and his upper arms a little thinner, very minor structural adjustments.

Will it really have an impact...?

Opening the panel, his attributes hadn't changed much; it seemed more like an adaptive adjustment based on his inherent abilities.

…………

Good morning, Song~

The girl's voice was enthusiastic, cheerful, and loud.

As soon as Fujiwara Matsu entered the classroom, Chiya Mio greeted him in a tone completely different from how she greeted others.

With that title, he really didn't dare open his eyes, hoping it was just an illusion.

The other party showed no restraint whatsoever, appearing quite natural and generous.

But that's impossible.

Good morning, Misaki.

He could only force a smile and reply with this.

Although the other party's words revealed too much information and would directly throw him onto the judgment table and make him the center of attention, he still agreed.

I promised Chiya Mio yesterday, and I'm going back on my word today. That's a bit much.

Moreover, not answering will only attract more attention.

This time, he was surrounded before he even sat down. Because of the promise he made yesterday, he could only restrain himself from admitting his intimacy with Chiya Mio.

The hostility that had been there before was even more intense this time, and the gazes from all around felt like needles pricking.

Chiyo's gaze softened considerably, carrying a hint of satisfaction and amusement, yet also an undercurrent of expectation.

Her gaze swept over several boys who were giving Fujiwara Matsu unfriendly looks, and a smile curled up at the corners of her mouth.

Fujiwara-kun, just wait until I save you.

This time, the news spread a little, and Fujiwara Matsu's usual tranquility was shattered after the first period.

Several boys dragged him out, and he had no choice but to be pulled out. He had added skills, not attributes, so he couldn't withstand it.

"Hey, Fujiwara, what's been going on with you lately...?"

"Gentlemen, what are you doing?"

The impending bullying was nipped in the bud by Chiya Mio before it even began, and the girl chased the others away.

At this moment, Chiya Mio stood in front of him, saying nothing, but tilting her head slightly to look at him, as if she were asking for his praise.

If this were any other romantic comedy, this scene would probably be featured in great detail.

But Fujiwara Matsu rolled his eyes in annoyance:

"Thank you so much."

Nonsense, she deliberately orchestrated this whole thing, so why would Fujiwara Matsu thank her for it?

"How cold, Matsu~, I just saved you."

She looked around and, seeing no one else, leaned close to Fujiwara no Matsu's ear.

"Be grateful to your owner."

"Wasn't this trouble you started?"

"Then don't worry about it."

With her intervention, the bullying against Fujiwara Matsu ended before it even began.

After all, Chiya Mio couldn't bear to see her pet being bullied.

On the rooftop, Fujiwara Matsu already had the key, so this time he didn't sit outside, but instead sat on a chair under the parasol.

"I'm very satisfied with today's performance. Here, this is a reward."

A cherry blossom-colored bento box was placed in front of Fujiwara Matsu. The two had agreed on the price yesterday, and Fujiwara Matsu had kept his promise, as had Chiya Mio.

only……

"Did you grab the wrong lunchbox and cutlery?"

He remembered what Chiya Mio's bento box and cutlery looked like because he had seen them before, and even handled them.

"The food is the same, and the tableware has been disinfected, so there's nothing different."

"Or is it that, Song~, you just want to use the same set as me—"

She swallowed her words halfway through, and Fujiwara Matsu ignored her, lowering his head to eat his rice, as if he wasn't the one who had just brought up the issue of cutlery.

"Matsu~"

"What's wrong, Misaki-san?"

She looked up at Fujiwara Matsu and asked with a smile.

Are you free this weekend?

His eyelids twitched; he had a bad feeling.

Could this guy know something?

His gaze fell on the other person, revealing just the right amount of doubt.

"Hmm? Yes, what's wrong?"

His answer wasn't a lie. After all, Shiratori Saki herself would agree to make way for Chiya Mio, and the two hadn't finalized a time yet, so he said he had no problem having time.

Her gaze lingered on him for a long time, scrutinizing him closely.

Finally, she moved aside, chuckling softly, and said, "It's nothing."

The topic ended abruptly and was not continued. After Chiyo Mio left as usual, Fujiwara Matsu waited for a while before setting off for the archery club.

After all, it is a noble academy, so it is not short of money and facilities. Most clubs have their own facilities, and the archery club is no exception, with its own dojo.

However, Fujiwara Matsu had never been there before and had to inquire to find out the exact location.

However, since it wasn't club activity time, the archery club's dojo was mostly empty. Although it was large and well-equipped, Fujiwara Matsu only saw Shiratori Saki.

The other person was dressed in archery attire, with a leather breastplate on her chest. She held a large bow that was half a head longer than her, pinching the bowstring and arrow with three fingers and drawing it in a full circle.

Shiratori Saki stared intently ahead, her posture exceptionally precise. But it was precisely because it was so precise that it was all the more surprising, since the standard movement involves bending over close to the person, with the bowstring above the shoulder.

In this position, he really didn't dare to call out to her, fearing that she might lose her grip if she got distracted, and then... hurt herself.

However, Fujiwara Matsu could tell at a glance that she was wearing a breast binder, since it was deformed and hard to miss.

Clearly, her numbers were too high, so high that they couldn't be lowered even if she wanted to.

Even with the help of breast protection and binding, given the other person's condition, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

"Whoosh, slap! Pia! Thud!"

The bowstring and the sound of the whip striking her rang out almost simultaneously. The impact caused her chest to shake violently, and the bowstring snapped back, striking him again. The arrow flew out and hit the bullseye precisely.

The trembling that could be seen even from a distance, and the instinctive tension in Shiratori Saki's entire body and the slight trembling of her fingertips after the hit, caused Fujiwara Matsu's eyes to twitch violently several times.

Doesn't this... hurt?

"Senior Shiratori".

"Mr. Fujiwara, you've arrived. I'm sorry, I was practicing and didn't notice you."

The other person put the bow down first, then turned and walked to Fujiwara no Matsu.

"It's alright. I was just worried about disturbing your practice. But why did you learn archery, Shiratori-senpai? Doesn't it hurt?"

"Because I've always had a natural talent for this. As for the pain?"

She looked puzzled, then bit her lip, noticed Fujiwara Matsu's gaze, and patted her chest protector.

Is this, Mr. Fujiwara, showing concern for me?

"No, it's okay. My breast bra is specially made and thickened, so it won't hurt. It's just that these things might slightly affect the precision."

Fujiwara Matsu was skeptical of her claim that she wasn't in pain, but what was clearly more frightening was...

Do you mean that even when there's a significant impact, you can still hit the bullseye with casual practice?

Not wanting to continue discussing this kind of thing with a genius, Fujiwara Matsu changed the subject to something more serious.

"Senior Shiratori, didn't you call me here about something that happened this weekend?"

"Oh, Mr. Fujiwara, this is the plan. It contains our weekend arrangements."

"You can take a look. If there are any issues with the timing or content, please let me know, and I will make further modifications according to your preferences."

After reviewing it, Fujiwara Matsu found the other party's plan to be meticulous in every detail, and couldn't find any fault with it, however...