Tokyo: To reiterate, this is not a dating system.

I don't know how the course was designed—we had to go to lunch right after finishing our family medicine class.

Genji Aoyama, whose stomach was full of desserts, really wanted to complain.

Nevertheless, he still chose to have lunch, as cookies are too nutritionally unbalanced, and he is at an age where he is still growing.

The feeling of fullness in Aoyama Genji's stomach only eased slightly after he returned to the classroom from his office.

There was still some time before class started, and the students were still chatting in groups, occasionally glancing at his seat.

Just as Hirata said, he was called in for a brief life coaching session—because he had no friends.

He, or more precisely, the original owner of the body, truly had no friends.

It's definitely something to worry about not having any friends by high school.

He also remembered a saying: In island nations, the age at which one can be forgiven for not having friends only extends to the compulsory education stage—which is why the Great Teacher was required to join the Service Club.

Clubs and organizations.

Aoyama Genji didn't have much of a clue. He was also asked to join a club or committee, and Hazen Megumi recommended that he join the library committee.

The duties are relatively simple; you only need to be on duty in the library according to the schedule, responsible for registering the borrowing and return of books, as well as maintaining order in the library.

If it weren't for the need for physical training, Genji Aoyama would consider accepting the offer; if possible, he prefers a quiet setting.

After he shared his thoughts, Yuqian Hui told him that the school had a special forum. Although it was a product of a backward era, there were recruitment posts for clubs at the beginning of each academic year.

Genji Aoyama took out his phone, intending to use the time before class to browse through it roughly.

I turned on the screen, and the notification bar showed a new email from the bank.

At 13:05 on April 15th, just now, I received a transfer of 4 yen.

About two or three seconds later, LINE received a message.

[Haruka Minatsuki: Come to school tomorrow morning at 7:00 AM. Let's have a three-way meeting, including me and your assigned teacher, Ms. Hazen.]

Genji Aoyama smiled silently.

"The guardian needs to come..."

He had never met Minatsuki Haruka before, so it seems she was unhappy about him asking for money—he also had his reasons for this. He hadn't been clear about what he said on LINE before, and later, after he came to his senses and his IQ returned, he realized it was inappropriate and wanted to retract the message, but it had already become read.

[Aoyama: Thank you so much for your continued care. I will be there on time tomorrow.]

After clicking send, he closed LINE and fell into a brief moment of thought.

That said, there was something wrong with this Haruka Minatsuki; she didn't choose to bind herself to him at first.

Let's meet and then make a decision.

I opened the clubs section of the school forum, and my eyes automatically filtered out the useful information.

[Kyudo Club: The kyudo uniform is cool, and the club president is cute too] From club president Mami Ohara.

He doesn't know if she's cute or not, but she's even more narcissistic than him.

[Cooking Department: Cooking classes are available during free time. Children who enjoy cooking and eating are welcome.]

Food Gate!

Genji Aoyama clasped his hands together and said, "If you're so poor you can't afford to eat, you might consider joining the cooking club."

[Girls' Rock Club: Please, please join us! Even just a nominal membership would be fine, otherwise the club is really going to fall apart. Oh, and we only welcome pretty girls.]

No wonder they had to shut down the club. Does rock music even need to consider gender and looks?

Is it enough to just stay alive?

[Baseball Club: This summer, we will definitely lead the baseball team to Koshien!] In the comments below, Shiratori High School's baseball team has not passed the Koshien preliminary rounds for fifteen years.

Beware of scams.

[Department of Psychological Problems Research: Do you have psychological problems? If so, I'll be waiting for you in the Department of Psychological Problems Research on the fifth floor of the special building.]

When Aoyama Genji saw this post, he suddenly had the illusion that he had been handed a flyer by a doctor while passing by a hospital.

Perhaps the problem lies with the person who posted the message.

The school bell rang, and Genji Aoyama glanced at the names of several clubs written on a piece of white paper.

Archery Club, Swimming Club, Psychological Problems Research Club—the club president might be seriously ill, and he wants to see them for himself.

**********

There were only two classes in the afternoon. After the classes ended, Genji Aoyama saw Yuko Asahi at the classroom door.

They had arranged to visit a club today.

The teaching buildings of Baihe High School are shaped like the character "∩". The central building is the administration building, and the two side teaching buildings are connected to the special building by an elevated corridor.

The corridor leading to the special building was extremely crowded. Although a considerable number of students choose to attend tutoring classes after school in order to advance to higher education, there are still some who are very dedicated to club activities.

Through the glass outside the guardrail, one can take in the entire view of the atrium.

Genji Aoyama rested his hand on the railing, watching the afternoon sun shine on Hakutsukaku while talking to Yuko Asahi.

"I plan to check out the archery and swimming clubs first," he said.

"Shouldn't we be going to the martial arts hall and the gymnasium?" Asahi Yuko looked at him with a mischievous smile. "Want me to come with you?"

"……Yes."

Although it was she who suggested "going together," Genji Aoyama didn't intend to hold it against her.

When school was over, the corridors and stairwells were packed with people.

After leaving the special building, the two strolled around the atrium for a while. Once they decided on their destination, they turned and headed towards the martial arts hall.

The first thing you see upon entering is the kendo dojo—the door wasn't closed, and it seemed like a battle was taking place inside.

"Score!" It sounded like an announcement from a referee.

Genji Aoyama didn't understand the rules of kendo. He just stood there for a while and watched. Seeing more and more eyes on him, he left the kendo club area.

Several martial arts disciplines, including Kendo, Judo, Karate, and Kyudo, each occupy a portion of the venue.

Genji Aoyama is not interested in sports involving physical contact, but only if he participates himself. If he is just watching, he still enjoys the spectacle of such competitions.

On the contrary, Yuko Asahi frowned as soon as she entered the dojo and refused to say a word.

Feeling Aoyama Genji's gaze, she reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "I knew I shouldn't have come with you!"

"You don't like it?" Genji Aoyama asked.

"It stinks."

As she said this, her cute little nose wrinkled up.

"Ha ha."

Genji Aoyama couldn't help but laugh. Schools in island nations are just that troublesome. You have to change into indoor shoes to enter the school, and then you have to take them off again when you get to places like dojos.

Hearing her say that, Aoyama Genji also sensed that there was indeed a slightly indescribable feeling in the air.

Beyond the dojos of the other martial arts clubs, in a separately designated area, lies the archery club's dojo, its location perfectly shielding it from noise from the other clubs.

Unlike the projects outside, the archery club was surprisingly quiet, with occasional crisp sounds that could be heard through the wooden door.

It should be the sound of a bowstring being pulled.

Genji Aoyama knocked on the door, and soon the door opened, revealing a cute-looking girl.

"Hello, I'm here to visit the archery club."

"Welcome," the girl who opened the door said with a smile. "I'm Mami Ohara, the captain of the archery club, a third-year student."

Ah, it's you.

Genji Aoyama smiled, then realized his thought was a bit rude: "Hello, senior, I'm Genji Aoyama, a first-year student."

Yuko Asahi also introduced herself.

Aoyama Genji looked inside with some curiosity. Like the kendo club dojo, the floor was covered with tung oil-coated wooden flooring, which was polished until it was somewhat reflective.

The two entered the foyer, and Aoyama Genji asked, "May we go in and have a look around?"

"Of course, wearing socks is fine."

"Thanks."

I took off my shoes in the entryway—thankfully, there was no odor.

After stepping onto the wooden floor, he looked at Asahi Yuko, who was standing still.

"I just came here with you," Asahi Yuko seemed somewhat incredulous, "Do I have to take my clothes off too?"

"Asahi-chan, please don't be shy, I'm just visiting."

Island nations place great importance on seniority, and after Ohara Mami's suggestion, even though Asahi Yuko wasn't particularly concerned with interpersonal relationships, it was difficult for her to refuse.

"All right."

Yuko Asahi glanced at Genji Aoyama, then took off her loafers under his gaze.

The little feet, wearing white socks, had toes that seemed a little shy, curling up and down, which was very cute.

Genji Aoyama took a deep breath and felt a little perverted—no, isn't it natural for men to like feet?

Upon entering the temple, the scene was immediately apparent.

A wooden sign hung on the wall that read: Archery Club. A bow rack was placed next to the wall, with a row of bows standing neatly on it and arrows beside it.

Next was the shooting range, where about five or six people were lined up, dressed in white shirts and black trousers. The person in the lead was in a bow-drawing posture, receiving instruction from a person dressed in black who looked like a teacher.

"Aoyama-kun." Someone in the queue suddenly greeted him.

It was Kenta Hirata. He bowed slightly in apology, then walked over with a smile: "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Yeah, the teacher asked me to join a club, so I thought I'd come and check it out."

"Friends?" Mami Ohara asked curiously.

"Um."

"Classmate".

Aoyama Genji's expression remained unchanged, while Asahi Yuko stood beside him, pursing her lips as if she were struggling to hold back her emotions.

"I see," Hirata said, a little embarrassed but not too bothered. "Want to try it out later?"

"May I?"

"Of course, no problem." Mami Ohara smiled, and even started to move towards the bow stand, wanting him to have sex with her on the spot.

"By the way, Hirata, you go train. I'll coach Aoyama-kun."

"Yes."

Genji Aoyama could probably understand that a kyudo club with only five or six people was practically useless.

He was somewhat tempted if he could fire a shot.

"Is this your first time, Aoyama-kun?" Mami Ohara took off her gloves and handed them to Genji Aoyama, offering guidance from the side.

"Hmm." Genji Aoyama nodded, put on his gloves, and picked up the Japanese bow, which was much longer than he was.

For those new to Kyudo, Ohara didn't explain the long and complicated eight-section shooting technique. He simply provided basic posture guidance, from raising the bow to drawing the string, as long as it was roughly correct.

"Yes, keep your line of sight in line with your leading hand, aim—"

With his bow drawn, Aoyama Genji, under Ohara's guidance, shot the arrow.

"Zheng—"

The bowstring twanged, and the arrow flew out at a considerable speed, striking the outer ring of the target.

"Great!"

Mami Ohara clapped her hands and said with a smile, "For someone who is new to archery, Aoyama-kun's posture is excellent, and he hit the target on his first try. He's quite talented!"

"Thanks."

Aoyama Genji was a little embarrassed—not because he was being praised, but because he felt it would be slightly inappropriate if he joined other clubs later.

"Then..." Mami Ohara blinked her big eyes and leaned closer, "Does Aoyama-kun want to join the archery club?"

Because I'm a girl, I can more directly feel the lethality of Genji Aoyama's face.

When I was instructing Genji Aoyama just now, the girls in the club were practically staring wide-eyed.

Mami Ohara even imagined a scene in her mind: after Genji Aoyama joined the archery club, a long line of girls in the dojo wanted to join.

"I'm sorry, I may need to visit other clubs. If there aren't any more suitable ones, I will join the archery club," said Genji Aoyama in a tactful tone.

"Hey—you've already used all my 'wife'! Can you write your name on the club application form right now?"

"Huh?" Aoyama Genji was full of questions. "Senpai, please don't say things that could be misunderstood."

"Boat." Xiaoyuan pointed to the gloves he was wearing.

He remembered that the gloves were his wife.

Genji Aoyama quickly took off his gloves. He was a staunch warrior of pure love and couldn't stand minotaurs!

"How heartless of you, Aoyama-kun!" Ohara Mami pouted.

"Wait... they didn't say they wouldn't join, they just need to take another look around."

"That's good. Let's fill out the club application form first!" Ohara pulled out a form from somewhere. "You can register first, and come whenever you're free. Participation in the training camp isn't mandatory!"

It seems... that might work?

He didn't dislike the activities of the archery club, and the focus on archery without distractions gave him a good feeling.

Genji Aoyama filled out the application form to join the club.

"Asahi-kun?" He looked at Asahi Yuko, who was filling out her club application, with a puzzled expression. "You're interested too?"

"Whether I'm interested or not is irrelevant. I just think Aoyama-kun's bow-drawing posture is very serious and cool."

Asahi Yuko handed the membership application to Ohara, smiling as she looked at Aoyama Genji and said, "I'll just watch from the sidelines, so I'll be... an external member?"

"I think it's great!" Kohara grinned as she put away her application form. "This way, the club—I mean, the archery club—will have more members. By the way, if you don't have time to come in the afternoon, you can also practice at the dojo before class in the morning!"

After chatting with President Ohara for a while and getting a general understanding of the archery club's activities, the two left the dojo.

The gymnasium was right next to the martial arts hall, and Yuko Asahi stopped between the two venues.

"Aoyama-kun." She looked at Aoyama Genji.

"Um."

He had noticed the change in how Asahi Yuko addressed him earlier in the archery club.

Do you date other girls at school?

Why would you ask that?

"I just wanted to confirm a little."

"At least during the agreement period, no." Genji Aoyama shook his head. "Rights and obligations are always equal. Since I require you not to date other boys during the agreement period, I should also do the same."

"I see."

Genji Aoyama didn't say anything, he just looked at her quietly.

To be precise, it's looking at the pop-up window in front of you.

[Yuko Asahi (This girl is really hard to understand)]

Genji Aoyama also wanted to say that.