Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Some distance from the school, Asada Sakura, in a final burst of energy, stopped and lowered her head.

"You go first, I'll go later."

"why."

"Don't let others see this and misunderstand our relationship."

"What kind of relationship do we have?" After saying that, Ito Yujin looked at the students coming and going around him, paused for a moment, and then said, "Besides, do you think others can't see it?"

He grabbed Asada Sakura's arm and hurried towards the school, saying, "Don't think too much."

In the warm winter sun of February, cherry trees and other trees are bare, with only a few branches and leaves still growing.

There were fallen leaves beside the shrine in the corner.

Students walked into the school gate in twos and threes. The girls' pleated skirts were hidden under their thick coats. They chatted and laughed as they passed the student council standing at the gate.

He wore a dark suit with a tie, a disciplinary committee member's armband on his arm, and a pure white hood over his head.

As Yuujin Ito led Sakura Asada into the school, a young girl tried to approach, but was quickly stopped by the blond boy who was also a member of the disciplinary committee.

Although he didn't know what was going on, after exchanging glances with Yuujin Ito, he chose to make a move.

"Fujikawa-senpai, that girl broke the school rules. Why won't you let me write down her name?"

Fujikawa Kaze watched Ito Yuujin and Asada Sakura walk away one after the other, a fatherly smile spreading across his face.

"Xiaozhi, let me tell you a lesson. Rules are rigid, but people are flexible. Sometimes you have to learn to be adaptable."

Matsuzaka Haeda looked at Fujikawa Kaze, then at Ito Yuujin, and saw that they were not smart, and were even less so.

"But to me, it looks like you're protecting your friend."

......

Yuujin Ito dealt with the love letters that would appear on his desk every now and then, and also dealt with the breakfasts that well-meaning strangers would offer him.

I chose a comfortable position where the sunlight could warm me without hurting my eyes.

He began his morning break to prepare for helping Asada Sakura with her cultural festival performance later.

Meanwhile, Asada Sakura went to the changing room, changed her contact lenses, and revealed her original cherry blossom petal-like special pupils.

"I'm exhausted. That guy didn't hold back at all."

She changed her clothes while complaining: a pleated skirt, a white shirt, a bow tie, and black knee-high socks.

After doing all that, I put on my colored contact lenses, looked in the mirror, changed back to my old-fashioned braided hairstyle, put on my black-rimmed glasses, and walked back to the classroom.

Let's dream about caramel pudding today.

Chapter 18 Saliva, Cleaning Fees, and the Chairman

Every campus has its own social media platform, and information spreads very quickly.

Posts about Yujin Ito have already appeared on the forum.

[Shocking! The woman next to Ito-senpai today was actually...]

[The guy who once rejected a high-class beauty is suspected of having a relationship?]

......

During lunch break, the student council president's office was quiet, with only the occasional sound of basketballs hitting the ground and the distant noise of club activities coming from outside the window.

With trembling hands, Nagano Sae clicked on the post with the glaring title: "The guy who once rejected the high-class beauty is suspected of having a relationship?"

The post already has dozens of replies, with clear pictures: Ito Yujin and a petite stranger walk side by side on a tree-lined path bathed in the morning light, their posture so natural it's almost blinding.

"Who was that girl with Ito-senpai this morning?"

"I don't know, I've never seen him at school."

"I'm really curious. Even Nagano Sae was rejected, so why would she go after someone like that?"

"Ito-senpai is such a kind person who doesn't care about appearance."

"..."

Seeing these comments, and sure enough, her name appeared, Nagano Sae's face darkened even more, as if covered in frost.

She reported all the aforementioned statements, declaring them false and that everyone had been deceived by his seemingly harmless demeanor.

Her chest heaved violently, the air pressure was very low, and her fingers, painted with clear nail polish, kept tapping the screen.

The people standing to one side didn't dare to move at all.

She sat in her own chair. On the table, the student council president's nameplate gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the window.

She crossed her long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, the delicate stockings gleaming softly yet distantly in the light.

The toes were slightly tense, revealing the owner's barely concealed restlessness and unease.

'Thump, thump'

There was a knock on the wooden door. Nagano Sae composed herself and said calmly, "Come in."

Upon receiving instructions, the wooden door was opened, revealing Matsuzaka Hae, who had been fully involved in this morning's events.

Her short, neat hair was jet black and shiny, with a slight, natural curve at the ends.

Her little leather shoes made a sound on the wooden floor as she walked up to Nagano Sae.

"President, you wanted to see me."

Sae Nagano put down her phone, looked up, and calmly gazed at Hae Matsuzaka.

"Regarding that girl from this morning," Nagano Sae's voice was not loud, but each word was clear and carried an unquestionable authority.

Why wasn't your duty log accurately recording the incident of violating school rules by entering the teaching area in civilian clothes?

Matsuzaka Hae seemed oblivious to the president's emotions; her expression remained unchanged as she calmly said, "It's Fujikawa-senpai."

As she uttered the name Fujikawa, there was a noise at the door.

“I knew it was that guy. If he stops you again, just tell me.”

Sae Nagano's gaze shot toward the tightly closed door to the president's office. Her eyes were sharp and cold, and her slightly narrowed eyes held a dissatisfaction and chill that almost materialized.

She remained silent for a few seconds before turning her gaze back to Matsuzaka Hae, her voice carrying an unquestionable command.

"I understand. If he interferes with your official duties again, report it directly to me."

After giving her instructions, she dismissed Matsuzaka Hae.

......

Sunlight filters through dappled leaves, dappling the campus corridors.

As expected, Yuujin Ito, who was fast asleep in class, was "invited" to stand outside the classroom as punishment during his Japanese language class by the teacher who could no longer tolerate him.

His classmates were used to this, since he was always like this in class, and assumed that he was just overworking himself because of his mysterious part-time job at night.

"You've come out to relax too."

He greeted Asada Sakura, who was standing at the door of the classroom next to his.

The sunlight slanted down on Asada Sakura, outlining her slightly slender figure.

"Ah."

Sakura Asada responded very quietly; she found it incredibly embarrassing, especially to be with this guy.

If it weren't for this guy, I wouldn't have stayed up all night.

I'm so sleepy, I barely slept at all.

Leaning against the wall, the pressure on my legs lessened considerably, but my eyelids just couldn't stay open any longer.

I'll take a short nap first, no sleeping, no sleeping.

However, drowsiness, like a surging tide, instantly overwhelmed her weak willpower.

His head drooped uncontrollably, and his body began to sway slightly from side to side like a reed in the wind.

Yuji Ito had been watching her closely, and seeing her like this...

A rare pang of guilt rose in my heart.

Just as Asada Sakura's head was about to hit the wall, he reacted quickly, moving his shoulder to support her head.

Asada Sakura relaxed, and a look of relief appeared on her face.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Yuji Ito felt a sense of helplessness.

He dared not make any big movements, for fear of waking Asada Sakura.

The corridor was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing softly.

This girl has fallen asleep uncontrollably more than once or twice; it seems I should reduce the number of times she stays up all night in the future.

Feeling the dampness on his shoulder, he glanced over.

A glistening droplet of water clung to the corner of the girl's mouth, slowly sliding down and soaking a small patch of his shoulder.

Yuujin Ito silently noted down Asada Sakura's name in his mind: 800 yen for cleaning.

Just then, a series of footsteps came from afar, the "tap tap tap" sound particularly clear in the corridor.

Yuji Ito instinctively looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person who came was Sae Nagano.

She was wearing a clearly custom-made uniform: a classic white shirt paired with a black blazer, and a small, delicate gold school badge at the collar.

Her black pleated skirt swayed gently with her steps. Her legs were straight and encased in high-quality black stockings.

Her hair was tied up with a simple black bow, and her expression was cold and aloof; her aura alone made her unapproachable.

Even Ito Yuujin, who usually doesn't care about the lives of others, unconsciously lowered his head when facing this guy.

This guy is really capable of making things difficult for himself; it's a matter of life and death for him.

Yuji Ito's eyes darted away instinctively, and he silently prayed in his heart.

Unfortunately, Nagano Sae's footsteps grew closer and closer, and she stopped in front of Ito Yuujin.

Her target from beginning to end was that despicable guy, Yuujin Ito.