Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Fujimaru Ritsuka said she didn't know, and Yukinoshita Haruno didn't continue being the riddle teller.

The Spencer family is a long-established and prominent family in England, residing for generations at Althorp House in Northamptonshire. This aristocratic family has produced many accomplished individuals, including politicians, military heroes, dukes, and duchesses. Most famously, of course, is the stunningly beautiful Princess Diana, the "English Rose." Churchill was a member of a branch of the family, and Washington had a relationship with them.

Of course, most of these old bastards in Europe have complicated family relationships. Sometimes, when several countries are fighting to the death, it turns out that it was just a civil war between relatives when you check their family trees. This is not surprising.

However, many members of the Spencer family still hold positions as British ambassadors abroad today.

The Japanese are such bootlickers. Are the diplomats of their Western "daddy" even diplomats? They have more status than the Emperor's relatives.

Therefore, if Fujimaru Ritsuka resolves the incident properly this time, the hidden benefits will be greater than he imagined.

Fujimaru Ritsuka remained silent for a moment, while Yukinoshita Haruno's heart skipped a beat: Boys this age often have a bit of a chuunibyou (delusional) and arrogant personality. Would talking about such underhanded scheming make him uncomfortable?

Although he seemed ambitious before, he was still just a teenager.

Yukino thought with a hint of disappointment, but was immediately proven wrong.

"So, by making this deal, we'll be set for life?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka exclaimed in surprise upon seeing "little money".

“Uh, that’s right… even Mother’s opinion will change drastically because of this, giving her more leverage in negotiations.” Yukinoshita Haruno quickly adjusted her mindset and decisively betrayed her mother.

I'm sorry, my mother, and I'm hesitant. This young man is capable and shameless; he's truly a dark horse worth betting on.

Fujimaru Ritsuka swung her arm forcefully and immediately changed her mind: "Then help me deal with the meeting with your mother and postpone it until after the matter with Sawamura Eriri is resolved, hehehe... But at that time, Haruno-nee should take some time to meet with the Sawamura family."

Fujimaru Ritsuka let out a cunning laugh.

Lowering the price? Even bringing in the Sawamura Spencer family? But they still let me come... Not bad, I give that consolation a high score.

Yang Nai also let out a sly, fox-like laugh: "Fujimaru-sama is really wicked, exploiting weak women. I'll take care of this."

"Haha, the capable should do more work." Fujimaru Ritsuka said goodbye to Haruno and hung up the phone.

Lying down and waiting to be fed? No way! This time, I'm going to get the benefits standing up!

8. She will only be satisfied when she can no longer bear it.

On the morning of May 8th, the quizzes for a total of three subjects finally ended at Chiba Municipal Sobu High School.

"Hey, this was a piece of cake!" Fujimaru Ritsuka stretched lazily, looking completely at ease, a stark contrast to the pretentious students around her who were pretending not to do well on the exam, and the slackers who genuinely did poorly.

He glanced at the empty seat beside him—Hachiman Hikigaya hadn't come to the quiz today.

Before the exam began, Fujimaru Ritsuka went to see Hiratsuka Shizuka to find out more about the situation.

At that moment, Hiratsuka Shizuka clenched her fists angrily, gritted her teeth, and her face turned red: "His father recently won the first prize in a special travel agency lottery, so the entire Hikigaya family took leave and went on a 7-day, 7-night trip abroad before returning."

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought Hiratsuka Shizuka must have lost her mind to agree to such a reason for taking leave.

Easily reading the thoughts in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes, Hiratsuka Shizuka angrily retorted, "What are you looking at me for? Do you think I approved the leave? That leave slip was personally approved by the head of school affairs. What could I say?"

I felt like if I kept talking, Hiratsuka Shizuka was about to deliver three finishing blows to my abdomen. That could really kill someone.

Fujimaru Ritsuka slunk back to her seat, seemingly quickly entering exam preparation mode.

Over the next five hours, Fujimaru Ritsuka completed the quiz without much difficulty.

Contrary to what some people might imagine, the curriculum in Japan is not difficult. The only challenges are the daily quizzes and the so-called entrance exams for higher education.

The so-called entrance examination for higher education should more accurately be called the unified college entrance examination, which is a qualification examination. Only by achieving a certain score can one qualify to apply to various universities a second time, and can participate in the examinations of a maximum of two universities.

Therefore, the questions in the entrance examination are not difficult, especially for many people who aspire to attend top universities such as the University of Tokyo. Getting 80 or 90 points, or even close to full marks, is not a pipe dream.

However, the difficulty increases dramatically when it comes to the entrance exams for individual schools... For example, the math exam includes a module on advanced calculus, and the University of Tokyo only admits 1000 students nationwide...

However, although she wasn't confident of getting into the University of Tokyo's medical school, which is said to be easily accessible only to aliens, Fujimaru Ritsuka's grades were still better than most people's.

"Hmph, although I rarely considered going to the University of Tokyo before, I was more inclined to go to a private university like Keio University or Waseda University, where rich people gather, and choose Chinese language as my major. After graduating, I could work in the tourism industry through connections or by joining the rabbit company. But... now I'm about to receive help from the Sawamura Spencer family and the Yukinoshita family. Chaldea will stand tall in this world! I must win over Eriri!"

After thinking about her strange thoughts, Fujimaru Ritsuka prepared to leave the group and head to the clubhouse in the club building to meet up with Yukino Yukinoshita.

But he had only taken two steps, reaching the corner of the corridor, when he felt someone tug at the back of his clothes. Yui Yuigahama stood behind him, twisting her fingers a little embarrassedly, her face slightly flushed.

Although you thought you were hiding your expression, it had already fallen into the eyes of Miura Yumiko, who was secretly following behind.

Fortunately, although Miura seems like a proud and arrogant person, he still values ​​his friends. But now is not the time to think about that, a toy has come knocking on our door.

"Yui Yuigahama, oh my, that expression of yours, could it be that you've finally discovered my tall, handsome, and mighty charm, and are now succumbing to my allure, wanting to confess to me?" Fujimaru Ritsuka knew what she wanted, but he couldn't give it to her immediately; he would only release it when she desperately wanted it.

Yui Yuigahama pouts, her cheeks puffed out like a silly hamster hiding its food.

"If it weren't for the fact that the students nearby hadn't dispersed yet and would have come over to watch if they heard too much noise, Yui Yuigahama would probably have swung her pink fists and beaten this mean-spirited man in front of her into broken ribs and a dislocated spine."

Yui Yuigahama was almost too exhausted to even stand: "Fujimaru-kun, can you please stop being the narrator? And in your heart, I'm supposed to be a ferocious female monster with super strength!"

"How could that be? She'd have to be a pucker-lipped woman at least!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka admired Yuigahama Yui's unwilling expression, and finally lowered her head to pull out a stack of oil paper packets from her schoolbag.

Even when the sandwich is wrapped in special parchment paper and taken out of the sealed bento box, the aroma still wafts out continuously.

It was the rich aroma of butter, the scent of heated cheese, the fragrance of tender scrambled eggs, and the refreshing, mouthwatering sweet and sour aroma of pickled cucumbers and other vegetables, all blending together with the rich brown meat juices, urging you to start cooking.

Fujimaru Ritsuka handed two stacks of sandwiches to Yui Yuigahama, suddenly having a mischievous thought: "But these sandwiches are quite high in calories."

Yui Yuigahama nodded perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, you're right. I'll take care of controlling your food intake tomorrow." With that, she turned and ran off to find Yumiko Miura and the others to share the good stuff.

Fujimaru Ritsuka watched her departing figure, then walked slowly past the students eager to go home, to find Yukino Yukinoshita so they could set off for Tokyo together.

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One of the Sawamura Spencer family residences is located in Minato Ward, Tokyo, with relatively convenient transportation between it and Chiyoda Ward, where the Sawamura family's patriarch works. This warm and beautiful house has always been Eriri's last bastion of strength.

—But it's hard to say whether it still is now.

She wrapped herself in a quilt and tucked herself into a corner under the bed, suppressing her urge to escape.

That gaze was getting closer and closer; it felt like something was constantly scrutinizing me, assessing when I would mature. The device given to me by the plump woman in black stockings was initially somewhat useful, but later it only served as a placebo.

Despite thinking this way, Eriri Sawamura still chose to hold the tattered amulet and other small items in her hands and press her back tightly against the wall: That way, no one can see me from behind!

A story about a cartilaginous tentacle monster that can freely rotate its head 180° while peeping at people from behind... sounds pretty good...

With just a casual thought, Eriri felt her mind begin to sink into an abyss once again. A flood of inspiration was urging her to pick up her paintbrush and finish telling the story.

Eriri, who hadn't had a proper night's sleep in a long time, was in despair: Anyone, please come and save me.

9. Sayuri Sawamura is being coerced (Title slightly modified)

Eriri Sawamura Spencer has never been a strong person. She has always avoided facing reality, but now she has come to realize the harsh reality.

Long-buried memories surged back into my mind with that relentless sense of being "dug up."

In sixth grade, she was bullied by her classmates for discussing otaku culture. She chose to distance herself from Aki Tomoya, betraying the companion who had introduced her to the world of otaku.

It took them three years to exchange three sentences; in the fifth year, they were able to borrow anime and games from each other; and now, almost seven years later, they are finally able to have a normal conversation.

Eriri once thought she hadn't made any big mistakes, but it wasn't until her childhood friend disappeared because of her that she began to regret it.

If God could give her another chance, she would choose to apologize to Aki Tomoya.

"Looks like there's no chance." Eriri Sawamura clutched the corner of the blanket in despair, her hands trembling—it was covered in marks of varying depths. This was the aftereffect of frantically drawing another notebook in just two days.

But she felt she still wanted to paint; countless inspirations were grinning at her.

—"I have often heard that it is not people who diligently seek knowledge, but rather those who know who diligently seek others. However, I know this is erroneous. Those who claim to know do not actually seek others; in fact, they pursue and chase after others. Their ruthlessness and cruelty are like that of hawks and hounds chasing rabbits."

A sentence suddenly flashed into her mind. Eriri couldn't remember where she had seen this sentence before, but now she felt that it was so fitting.

Yes, it's not that people are pursuing knowledge, but rather that knowledge is chasing after humanity like a hawk or hound chasing a rabbit.

In a daze, he had already sat down at his desk, picked up a paintbrush, and with trembling hands wanted to transform the inspiration that had surfaced in his mind into a work of art.

The noise around her seemed to grow louder and louder, but Eri Sawamura ignored it. Her thoughts had already begun to immerse herself once again in the world of inspiration.

"FBI! Open the GATE!" The door to Eriri Sawamura's bedroom was mercilessly smashed open. The sturdy door shattered into countless fragments, which flew through the room.

Standing at the broken doorway were Fujimaru Ritsuka and her two companions, along with Eriri's worried mother and Sawamura Sayuri.

In their eyes, Eriri's condition was very bad: her dry, colorless golden hair was haphazardly piled up behind her head; the dark circles under her eyes were so heavy that it looked like she hadn't had a proper rest for days and nights; her unfocused eyes held boundless, fanatical emotions; her hands, gripping the paintbrush, were pale and bloodless, with only the veins bulging from excessive force.

"Eriri!" Sayuri Sawamura cried out, rushing over to hug her daughter and comforting her repeatedly, "It's okay, it's okay, sweetie, listen to Mommy, you don't have to draw anymore!"

"...Let me go!" Eriri Sawamura suddenly erupted in rage, becoming frantic. "I can't miss this inspiration! This is absolutely my best work to date!"

Eriri desperately tried to pull her hands out of Sayuri Sawamura's arms, her movements so forceful that they left shallow scratches on Sayuri's hands.

Despite the pain, Sayuri Sawamura still did not choose to give up.

"Kasumigaoka, stop her quickly!"

"No need for you to say it! I surrender! Medicine Buddha, subdue the evil, calm and purify the mind!"

As Kasumigaoka Utaha chanted her clumsy incantation, a faint light flashed across Sawamura Eriri's body. Her movements stopped, and she lay completely on top of Sawamura Sayuri, falling into a deep sleep for the first time in days.

Sawamura Sayuri didn't check her own injuries. She glanced gratefully at Kasumigaoka Utaha, then gently carried Sawamura Eriri to the bed and lovingly tucked her in.

She stood up and gestured to Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others, silently indicating: Let's go downstairs and talk.

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The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits.

Although Sayuri Sawamura is not exactly a Confucian believer and is a hardcore otaku, she can still be called a "young lady" and she and her husband are well-matched.

Therefore, she has always hated those so-called "psychics".

There is no shortage of fools in high society who have been deceived by these people or cult members.

Therefore, when they came to her door, her first reaction was to kick them out; she didn't want to become a laughingstock among those around her.

However, when the boy ignited flames in his hand, Sayuri Sawamura wavered.

On a whim, she let the boys and girls into her daughter's room.

The sturdy door was broken down by superhuman strength, and the daughter, who was in a frenzy, was soothed by the light that shone through.

Ironically, Sayuri Sawamura only wanted to rush over and berate those psychological counselors. Were they all just sitting around doing nothing? Her daughter's condition was so obviously wrong that it was obvious at a glance. It wasn't some anxiety-induced hallucination or the lingering fear of a missing peer; it was…

"So, just as Mr. Fujimaru said, my daughter has encountered something unclean, is that right?" Sayuri Sawamura respectfully served tea, sat upright and bowed slightly, and asked Fujimaru Ritsuka for help.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little uncomfortable, but quickly adjusted his mindset—it was the first time in his life that he was being treated as a professional by an elder, and he had to act professionally: