Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

Holy crap!

The principal jolted awake, jumping up from his chair, his previously bloodshot eyes instantly becoming crystal clear.

coming!

It's really coming!

Jingu no Yoshiko hadn't lied to him; the legendary pink-haired girl... oh wait, no, Sawamura Yoshiko's friend request had finally arrived!

The principal didn't have time to think about why, after persisting for so long, the other party sent a message the very moment he closed his eyes. His fingers landed on the screen at a speed completely out of character for his age and build, and he accepted the friend request almost the instant it popped up.

[You have added Yoshiko Sawamura. You can start chatting now.]

Friend added successfully.

Without pausing, the principal quickly straightened his posture, looked down at his clothes to make sure the buttons were fastened correctly, and then suddenly realized what had happened.

This is just Green Bubble Chat.

He couldn't be seen from the other side.

But it doesn't matter, we just need to have the right attitude!

The more you communicate without seeing the other person, the more important it is to maintain a professional demeanor. Otherwise, if you slack off even slightly while typing, it will be revealed between the lines, and if the other person notices that you are not being valued, things will get complicated.

The principal straightened his back, held his phone in both hands, and solemnly began typing.

Hello, are you Ms. Yoshiko Sawamura?

send.

The message had barely been sent when the other side replied almost immediately.

It's me.

Just two short words.

No expression.

There were no unnecessary formalities.

There wasn't even a single tilde to indicate friendliness!

The principal stared at the two words for a few seconds, and cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

So simple, so calm, so imposing—no wonder the head of the Jingu family personally called to make arrangements!

This is clearly not a lack of manners, but rather a matter of having reached a certain level of status where one no longer needs to use superfluous words to express one's attitude; a simple "It is me" is enough for others to understand the meaning on their own.

The principal took a deep breath and typed even faster.

【Ms. Sawamura, this is the president of Kamikawa University. The head of the Jingu family has already explained the situation to me. The university will arrange someone to assist with Sawamura Ritsuki's enrollment procedures, so please rest assured.】

Yoshiko Sawamura lay on the hotel bed, looking somewhat bewildered upon seeing this long passage of text.

What does it mean to have a dedicated person assist you?

Someone must have gone there to guide you, right?

That should mean it.

She thought for a moment, feeling that she had successfully understood, and slowly typed a reply on the screen with one finger.

【it is good. 】

headmaster:"……"

Another word!

Is this satisfactory or unsatisfactory?

Do you think the school's arrangements are appropriate, or do you think his statement was too general and didn't show the level of importance that Kamikawa University should have?

The principal dared not gamble.

After all, given the other party's special status and the fact that he had just returned from abroad, the sudden decision to let Sawamura Ritsuki enter Kamikawa University likely meant not only to assess the university's overall strength but also to evaluate the educational environment in Tokyo.

What if the other party changes their mind at the last minute because I can't clearly explain the advantages of Kamikawa University?

At that time, Yoshiko Sawamura might casually mention to Yoshiko Jingu that she doesn't think Kamikawa University is very good and not suitable for her little pink-haired girl. Yoshiko Jingu might then casually add that the chubby guy isn't capable enough and they should just replace him with a different principal...

The principal was sweating even more.

No!

We must make the other party feel the profound heritage and sincerity of Kamikawa University!

[Ms. Sawamura, considering that Liyue has been educated overseas, and there are some differences in the curriculum and assessment methods between the two institutions, the school has prepared the relevant materials in advance. We will then complete the course articulation and credit recognition based on her original learning progress, personal interests, and exchange program requirements.]

Kamikawa University boasts a well-established international exchange system, maintaining long-term partnerships with universities in numerous countries and regions. The university also has a dedicated faculty team responsible for exchange programs, providing support in areas such as course selection, language adaptation, living arrangements, and future career development.

The university is currently ranked among the top five comprehensive universities in Tokyo, possessing significant advantages in educational resources, faculty strength, research facilities, industry-university cooperation, and international education.

The principal sent out three long paragraphs in one go.

This is no longer a regular introduction; it's the core part of the Kamikawa University admissions brochure. With a little expansion, it could easily be used at next year's admissions presentations.

As for Kamikawa University, the only one among the top five universities in Tokyo that mainly relied on its "money power" to force its way onto the list, the president naturally wouldn't bring it up.

Having money is also a form of power!

Other schools might want to use money to acquire resources, but they might not even have that much money!

The school has an independent research center, can afford to hire renowned professors in various fields, has access to a large number of corporate, financial, and family resources that are difficult for ordinary schools to access, and holds various high-level exchange activities every year. The career paths of its graduates are also quite impressive.

Would you consider this a top-tier university?

Of course it counts!

Anyway, the rankings only look at the results and don't make any special notes after the school's name. Our school improved its ranking by relying on sufficient funds.

After sending the message, the principal regained a lot of confidence.

These paragraphs are professional and formal, fully demonstrating the strength of Kamikawa University. Anyone with even a slight understanding of the education industry like Yoshiko Sawamura would be able to see how well the school has prepared for the exchange program.

On the other end of the phone.

Yoshiko Sawamura's bewilderment became even more pronounced.

Course bridging?

Credit recognition?

Internationalized training?

What do all these things mean?

Each character on its own, Yoshiko Sawamura recognized, but when put together, how did it become some kind of encrypted text that no one could understand?

She read from the first line to the last line, and then from the last line back to the first line, trying to find the parts that she could fully understand.

Teaching team.

Top five in the school.

There's also money... no, the latter part isn't explicitly stated, but the words reek of money.

The gist of it is that this school is amazing, it has everything, so she doesn't need to worry.

Yoshiko Sawamura nodded slowly.

Understood.

I don't fully understand.

But the other person spoke so professionally, if I just reply with "okay", wouldn't I seem uncultured?

Yoshiko Sawamura's finger hovered above the screen, hesitant to drop it.

It's not her fault.

From childhood to adulthood, Yoshiko Sawamura has always had a limited capacity to absorb formal content filled with technical jargon.

It's not that she doesn't want to study at all.

On the contrary, Yoshiko Sawamura actually worked hard when she was a child.

When the new semester starts, she prepares beautiful notebooks in advance, covering each one with a different colored cover, and buys a lot of pretty pens, carefully writing her name on the title page.

On the first day of class, I sat up straight.

The teacher was speaking on the podium, and she listened attentively, occasionally nodding, feeling that she had successfully entered a learning state.

Ten minutes later, his eyes began to glaze over.

Twenty minutes later, my gaze gradually shifted to the outside of the window.

Thirty minutes later, all that was left in my mind was what to eat for lunch in the cafeteria and how much time was left before school ended.

If the teacher's voice is steady enough, Yoshiko Sawamura will have the illusion of lying in a cradle, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, her head nodding little by little, and finally she will fall onto the table with a thud and sleep soundly.

At first, the teacher would call on her to get up.

"Sawamura-kun, please answer this question."

Yoshiko Sawamura groggily sat up, glancing at the blackboard and then at the teacher.

"Teacher, are we having fried shrimp for lunch?"

teacher:"……"

Later, the teacher began providing individual tutoring after class.

If the usual method doesn't work, we break down the complex content and explain it step by step. We even changed the topics to cakes, cookies, and fried shrimp based on Yoshiko Sawamura's interests, hoping to help her understand through a more vivid approach.

"If there are five cakes on the table, and Sawamura eats two, how many are left?"

"Three pieces!"

Yoshiko Sawamura answered very quickly.

The teacher was so moved that tears almost welled up in her eyes.

Very good!

It's finally working!

"So, what if we set the total number of cakes to..."

"Can we eat the remaining three pieces?"

teacher:"……"

"This is the question."

"So you can't eat it?"

"cannot."

"Then why use a cake as an example?"

"To help you understand."

"But there's no real cake."

"..."

Yoshiko Sawamura wasn't deliberately picking a fight; she genuinely felt that a cake-themed question without a cake was soulless, and hearing the rest would leave her with a sense of emotional betrayal and disappointment.

The teacher had no choice but to actually buy a cake and use it for teaching.

Before the question was even finished, the cake was gone.

What Yoshiko Sawamura ate.

As for the formula and solution process...

I don't remember any of it.

As this happened more and more frequently, the school teachers gradually accepted the reality.

Some students are not lazy.

I really can't learn it.

The teachers who were in charge of Yoshiko Sawamura gave her a rather impressive nickname in private.

Even ghosts fear him!

It wasn't because she would deliberately cause trouble in class, nor because she had a bad temper or bullied classmates, but because any teacher who was confident in their teaching abilities would start to doubt their life shortly after taking on Yoshiko Sawamura's teaching.

Why?

Why is it that even though I've explained it so simply, she still manages to arrive at an answer that has never appeared before?

Why is it that things I just learned yesterday seem to have been completely deleted from my brain after I sleep?

Why is it that even though she was listening very attentively and nodding constantly, when she asked a question, it wasn't that she understood, but that she was almost falling asleep?

A young teacher, skeptical of superstition, believed that with enough patience, there was no student in the world who could not be taught.

Three months later, the young teacher had matured a lot.

Six months later, I took a more detached view of life.

A year later, he voluntarily applied to change classes, and when he left, he even patted the next teacher on the shoulder and gave him instructions in a tone as if he had been through a battle.

Don't force yourself.

Finally, the teachers completely let loose.

Yoshiko Sawamura could sleep whenever she wanted in class, as long as she didn't snore, disturb other students, or eat strong-smelling food during class, everyone would turn a blind eye.

Yoshiko Sawamura's school life became incredibly happy from then on.

Sleeping in class.

Eat after class.

I went to the cafeteria at noon.

Waiting for school to end in the afternoon.

Occasionally, when the teacher calls on her to answer a question, Yoshiko Sawamura looks at the other person with her most sincere eyes. After a few seconds of eye contact, the teacher sighs and tells her to sit down again.

This continued until graduation.

Yoshiko Sawamura originally believed that her great talent in learning had reached the pinnacle of her family, and that it would be difficult for future generations to surpass her.

Many years later, Ritsuki Sawamura was born.

It turns out that the power of genes is immense.

Riyue Sawamura perfectly inherited her great mother's excellent bloodline of not liking to read and wanting to fall asleep as soon as she sees complicated information. She has also upgraded this lineage to the point of surpassing her mother.

Yoshiko Sawamura sleeps in class, but at least she sleeps quietly.

Ritsuki Sawamura is different.

The little pink-haired girl isn't stupid; she reacts incredibly quickly when arguing with others, and she can understand complex game mechanics in a short time, even studying the stats and equipment combinations of different characters.

However, the genius module will automatically turn off as long as the game interface is changed to a textbook.

For every sentence the teacher says, Ritsuki Sawamura can retort with three.

When the teacher explains a problem, Riyue Sawamura will first question the meaning of the problem's existence, then question why the person who set the problem didn't explain it clearly, and finally question whether she can actually use it after learning it.

If the teacher successfully answers all the questions, she will slump onto the table.

"Okay, I'm not interested."

teacher:"……"

The Sawamura family has hired many private tutors over the years.

There are strict ones.

There are gentle ones.

They have extensive experience.

They also invited renowned education experts from top schools.

The final results were largely the same.

The teachers arrived full of confidence, but left looking dazed. Before leaving, they saw Yoshiko Sawamura and her daughter Ritsuki Sawamura eating together, and their eyes showed a sense of relief, as if a long-standing doubt had been resolved.

It turned out to be the case.

It's not that they don't know how to teach.

This is genetic!

Yoshiko Sawamura was unaware of the teachers' complex inner thoughts and even believed that Ritsuki Sawamura was much smarter than herself.

After all, she couldn't understand many of the words the little pink-haired girl used when she was swearing.

Doesn't this prove their level of knowledge?

Faced with a mountain of professional content sent by the principal, Yoshiko Sawamura felt like she was back in her student days, sitting in a classroom, with the teacher talking about things that sounded impressive but were actually impossible to absorb.

What should I do?

To simply say you don't understand makes you seem uncultured.

I pretended to understand, but didn't know how to reply.

Sawamura Yoshiko's forehead gradually broke out in fine beads of sweat. She hugged a pillow to her chest, and her expression grew increasingly serious.

The principal sat behind his desk, also covered in sweat.

Two minutes have passed since the message was sent.

There was no reply.

Why aren't you replying?

Are you dissatisfied with the school's proposed solution, or do you feel that the introduction is too basic and doesn't address the aspects that the other party is truly concerned about?

Right.

Why would a family that can directly contact Jingu Yoshiko care about the resources that ordinary schools use to attract students?

Renowned professors, experimental facilities, and university-industry collaborations may be rare advantages for ordinary families, but for truly elite families, there's nothing they can't get if they're willing to spend the money.

What he just said might have been a bit presumptuous!

The principal became increasingly nervous, his hand holding the phone gradually sweating. Just as he was about to add some more substantial content, there was finally a response from the other end.

How's your school cafeteria?

headmaster:"???"