Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"Really what?" Rie Totsugi suddenly popped out, her small head peeking out as she looked at Ito.

"Teacher, what are you doing here?"

It's scary when someone suddenly interrupts.

"Next class is history for your class. I just went to the printing room to print some materials." She was holding a thick stack of A4 paper.

Ito noticed that the ink on the top historical timeline was still wet, and fingerprints had been smudged onto Tokugawa Ieyasu's portrait.

"The Arrival of the Black Ships?" Ito asked uncertainly.

"Wow~ you're quite knowledgeable, Ito-kun. You even previewed the content of the next lesson. I thought all you did was chase girls and sleep around!" Mr. Toji praised in surprise.

“No, what I meant was…” Ito looked at Totsugu, who seemed unaware of the seriousness of the matter and was still rambling on about the history of the Edo period.

Completely absorbed in their own world, I really don't know whether to call it being serious or...

Calling it silly is an understatement; it just feels incredibly unreliable.

"Don't worry, teacher. I've made ample preparations this time, and I definitely won't let you get bored." She nodded confidently, revealing her smooth forehead.

"I meant to say that you, teacher, might need my help."

"Oh, this is a great help. Please distribute the handouts to everyone."

She suddenly realized what was going on and handed the lecture notes to Ito, where Tokugawa Ieyasu's large head was very conspicuous.

"What I really want to say is, teacher, are you sure you're not mistaken about the scope? Our next course is clearly about the economic shift during the Meiji period."

"Hey, Ito, even though you sleep in class, you still need to pay attention. The third-year March curriculum is about the shogunate, and I will teach you the key points properly."

"That's a second-year course."

"Ah...is that so..." Rie Totsugi's stern tone suddenly weakened, and she laughed to cover up her embarrassment.

"The bell for class is about to ring, is it really okay to just stand here like this?" This further deepened my impression of Mr. Toji's unreliability.

Since they don't feel out of place wearing high school uniforms, their mental age remains at the high school level, or rather, elementary school level.

"Hey!?"

Now finally realizing the seriousness of the situation, her eyebrows shot up in a V-shape as she scolded people. "What to do? What to do?"

He kept repeating it to himself, but he had no intention of making a copy of the document.

“Ito-san,” she called Ito’s name, looking at him pitifully, “please help me, help me photocopy the documents, you can find them there.”

The school bell rang in the distance. Suddenly, Toji snatched the incorrectly printed handout from Ito's arms and ran towards the classroom, giving Ito no chance to refuse.

Upon arriving at the printing room, it was completely empty. Apart from a few printers and piles of documents, there was nothing else to be seen.

So where exactly are the lecture notes about the Meiji Restoration?

He opened the drawer labeled with his history and rummaged through it.

"What are you doing!" Nagano Sae walked into the printing room.

Student council members can skip classes, right? How come she's everywhere?

After explaining the whole story to Nagano Sae, she nodded knowingly and casually picked out an A4 sheet of paper from the documents that Ito had been looking through.

The words "Meiji Restoration" are clearly written on it.

You can always trust Sae Nagano; this is the consensus at Hibiya Higher School.

While waiting for the printing press to print the documents, Ito and Nagano Sae sat quietly, the atmosphere somewhat awkward.

It wasn't because I didn't know what to say when I was with a girl.

It's strange that Nagano is in the printing room; she must have something else to do.

...Speaking of which, there's something important I need to ask. Ito coughed lightly.

"The claim that the film club's application form did not meet the requirements is false, isn't it?"

"No," Nagano Sae quickly denied. "There are relevant regulations, but we generally don't pay attention to them."

"Really? Then please show it to me so I can learn from it."

"..." Nagano remained silent, her eyes fixed on the documents coming out of the printing press. "They'll be printed soon. Once they're done, hurry back to the classroom."

No reminder was needed; that was his plan too. This statement further confirmed Ito's suspicions.

"So you don't want the film club to disband either?" Ito pressed on. "Why?"

After a period of silence, the printing press finished its work. Nagano Sae organized the materials and handed them to Ito. Without saying a word, she left.

So aloof.

Immediately afterwards, he also walked outside.

"Senior?"

Chapter 101 "The President's Romantic Rumor 1"

A girl walked out from the courtyard, tying her golden hair into pigtails with a red ribbon.

"Yingyingli, what are you doing here?"

The girl who appeared there was a first-year student in the film club, and also the one who discovered Fujikawa in the cat-eared maid outfit at the school festival.

"The teacher asked me to pick up the handouts," Eriri blinked, but her gaze went past Ito's shoulder and towards the aloof figure that had just disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"But what are you and the president doing here, senior?" She deliberately dragged out the words "what are you doing," with a hint of inquisitive slyness.

She watched Nagano Sae's departing figure, tiptoed closer, and the scent of citrus from her hair mixed with the smell of ink wafted into Ito's nostrils.

"It seems they were telling the truth." She looked away and nodded to herself.

“I was helping Ms. Toji photocopy some materials, and Nagano just happened to be here.” Ito shook a stack of A4 papers in his arms. “And what nonsense did they talk about?”

There are too many rumors about him; it's unlikely that we know them all.

"Nonsense? I don't think so." Eriri's delicate nose wrinkled slightly, then she suddenly smiled, her ponytail swinging playfully over her shoulder. "Senpai, you should ask the club president."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the printing room, the red ribbon drawing a neat arc in the sunlight.

If you don't finish what you're saying, it will keep people thinking about it, and this state will continue until he returns to his seat.

Ms. Toji did not intend to talk about the Meiji Restoration; she continued to talk about the Tokugawa Shogunate, seemingly not wanting to waste the material she had painstakingly prepared for the lesson.

The students were already used to her actions and treated them as a form of review.

This was the first time Takikawa had experienced this. She suddenly placed her elbow on Ito's desk and whispered in his ear, "Is this normal? Is it really not a teaching accident?"

"It makes no difference to you."

"This is discrimination! Apologize to all artists like me!"

Takikawa immediately puffed out his cheeks, like a squirrel with its fur standing on end. Although he lowered his voice, his momentum remained undiminished.

"I'm sorry." Ito surrendered quickly.

"Alright, then I'll reluctantly forgive you. But—" Takikawa changed the subject, "You've been distracted since the beginning, what have you been thinking about?"

Ito stopped twirling the ballpoint pen in his hand, looked at Takikawa, and told her what use it would be.

They can't help, and their questions can create new misunderstandings, which will then spread from one person to another.

I estimate that I'll hear news of his marriage to Nagano Sae in the future, and maybe he'll even have twins before marriage.

The sunlight from the back of the classroom slanted across Takikawa's raised eyebrows, and she asked in a very low voice, "Let me guess, is it related to girls?"

Ito maintained his original expression, not intending to say a word, and resumed spinning the ballpoint pen in his hand.

"Looks like I guessed right. So this girl could be..." Takikawa poked at the milk carton on the table with his finger, "...that junior named Mori-kami, or the student council president—Nagano Sae~"

She deliberately drew out the name 'Sae Nagano'.

Ito raised an eyebrow and looked at Takikawa incredulously. Had her brain evolved?

He didn't do anything, not even change his expression, yet he was asking a question with an answer in mind.

"You guessed right, it's Nagano Sae." Takikawa looked smug, swaying his upper body slightly.

Perhaps Takigawa really knew that Ito had this idea.

"It is indeed related to Nagano Sae, she..."

"Has she been showing up frequently lately, and treating you differently than others, and doing things that leave you scratching your head?" Takikawa chimed in, a sly glint in his eyes.

"How did you know?" Ito was genuinely surprised this time, and the pen in his hand came to a complete stop.

"It seems our student council president is in love." Takikawa shook his head.

"With whom? Do I know them?" Ito's deep-rooted gossip-loving genes made him want to know immediately.

He didn't find any related posts on the school forum. The closest one was the one fabricated by "Branch Bird," and he was the male protagonist.

"You know him."

"Who? I know them..." Ito checked each of the men she knew one by one.

"Yes, I'm quite familiar with it." Takikawa nodded, his expression resolute.

If you're very familiar with someone, you can narrow down the possibilities. He only knows a few boys in total, and he only knows the names of most of his classmates.

Needless to say, the other classes, apart from a few members of the film club, only have Naoto Shinno left.

Naoto Niino and Sae Nagano have no contact, perhaps out of consideration for avoiding any appearance of impropriety.

Similarly, Fujikawa Kaze goes to and from the student council every day, works there, and may have developed feelings for Nagano Sae over time, which is why he chose to wear a cat-eared maid outfit at the school festival. He could have easily run away like me.

Even if the answer you think of is absurd, once you eliminate the wrong answers, that absurdity still becomes the truth.

"It must be that kid, Naoto Shinno. I never would have guessed," Ito remarked. "That's just how class relationships are. It's normal for rich people to associate with each other, get to know each other, and develop feelings. I wonder how far their relationship has progressed."

That's right, the person he chose was Naoto Shinno. One was the son of a company executive, and the other came from a well-off family, as evidenced by his expensive black stockings.

As for Fujikawa, Ito would rather believe the Earth was destroyed than believe that Nagano Sae would be interested in that blond guy.

"Shinno?" Takikawa's expression froze. "What does this have to do with him? What are you talking about?"

Now it was her turn to look completely confused.

"If it's not Xinye, then who else could it be?"