My love index is at its maximum.

Those eyes were like a deep spring hidden where the wind couldn't reach; in the stillness, one could only barely make out the reflections on the water's surface.

"Haha... Let's not talk about that." Hoshino Hanami shook her head, her usual smile returning to her face. "Try these tofu balls, they're a family recipe passed down through my mother's family."

Tsukasa Tazaki picked one up and put it in his mouth.

A classic tofu dish, shaped like meatballs with a lightly grilled, crispy exterior. Inside is a minced meat filling; with each bite, the sweetness of the tofu and the aroma of the minced meat burst forth and blend in your mouth, a simple yet sophisticated delight.

"Your cooking skills are truly amazing..." Tsukasa Tazaki picked up a second dumpling, chewing as he said, "I absolutely have to marry you, teacher!"

"Whoa..." Hoshino Hanami clenched her fist again and waved it in front of his eyes: "Do you want to get beaten up again?"

"Can we play on Saturday?" Tsukasa Tazaki shrank back, his imposing manner immediately weakening.

"Okay, but stop yelling about domestic violence all the time. If you keep acting like this, the whole Sakura family will think that you and I have some kind of inappropriate relationship."

Tazaki Tsukasa's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Isn't that even better!"

“I’ve never seen such an annoying student as you…” Hoshino Hanami chuckled and turned to look outside the pavilion.

The rain had stopped without us even noticing, and rays of sunlight were gently falling upon the earth. Dewdrops clung to the petals, and shadows danced on the trees—everything proclaimed beauty.

Chapter 55 Friday in the Rain

I don't want to date (X)

Violent woman X-dropped (X-dropped)

I'd rather die than accept Kuriyama Sakura's request (X)

In conclusion: Everyone is susceptible to the "it's actually delicious" phenomenon.

Friday arrived quickly this week. When I woke up in the morning, it was still raining outside, and my phone's signal light kept flashing.

I clicked on it and saw that it was a private message from Hoshino Hanami in the class group chat.

[Kaname insisted that I drive her back to school, so we're not going to Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden today.]

Tazaki Tsukasa replied to a message while rubbing his eyes.

[My younger sister is so inconsiderate! How could she ruin her older sister and brother-in-law's date? You need to discipline her!]

While waiting for a reply, Tsukasa Tazaki noticed that the color of the wall seemed a bit off, and upon closer inspection, he could see faint signs of mold.

Is it already like this before the rainy season even starts? This is so annoying...

What's more troublesome is that the teacher only replied with a picture of a "fist".

In mid-May, the morning temperature wasn't exactly cold, but it was still a bit cool.

Tsukasa Tazaki lay in bed for a while, then started exercising in his room. His phone's music player was on, playing the single song "Headlight" by the band Monkey Majik.

He's been really into this song lately and has been listening to it a lot. Perhaps it's because the lead singer is Canadian, and having gotten used to Japanese-accented English, he was pleasantly surprised to encounter English-accented Japanese.

But Tsukasa Tazaki was a little annoyed because he'd been listening to this song too often lately, preventing him from discovering other good music. So he decided to listen to it on repeat for a while, get tired of it as soon as possible, and then put it in his playlist to gather dust.

After completing the first lap, I increased the intensity for the second lap. I quickly broke into a sweat and replenished my fluids several times during the workout, drinking lemon water with salt.

After finishing my workout, I went into the bathroom and took a hot shower. I carefully washed my limbs with soap, lathering them up with plenty of foam before rinsing them all off.

After drying himself off, Tsukasa Tazaki stood naked on the scale and weighed himself. He weighed 52 kilograms, 4 kilograms heavier than when he first transmigrated.

She is 1.7 meters tall and weighs 104 kilograms. Although she still looks a bit thin, at least she doesn't get out of breath after walking just a few steps.

Tazaki Tsukasa was pleased with his progress. After putting on his uniform, he first changed the water for the daffodils the landlady had bought, and then took out a bag of toast from the refrigerator to prepare breakfast.

First, cut off the harder edges of the bread slices, reserving the softer parts in the middle. Of course, don't waste the edges either; pop them into your mouth to eat and fill your stomach.

Crack an egg and beat it well. Heat a frying pan and pour the egg mixture in.

"Ah~"

Tsukasa Tazaki yawned, spread the fried egg evenly on the bread, and poured a patty of butter into the pan. After it melted, he heated up a store-bought hamburger patty and spread it evenly on the bread as well.

Next, toss on a few lettuce leaves, squeeze on some salad dressing and ketchup, and top with another slice of bread. A simple family-style burger is ready.

I heated up a bag of fresh milk for breakfast, left home at 7:30, and arrived at Shinjuku Station at 7:40. The first train was full, and the coordinator, a woman in her thirties, had to push and kick to get the doors closed and the train depart on time.

While waiting for the second tram, Mr. Shimamoto made a video call using the Line calling function.

"Good morning, Tazaki-san..."

The Shimamoto-sensei on the screen was still full of beauty. She tilted her head slightly, with a brown hair clip in her hair, and a captivating smile on her lips.

Tazaki Tsukasa's previously annoyed mood improved considerably, and he asked with a smile, "Is there something you need, teacher?"

"Oh, come find me at the library this afternoon during club activities. I need your help with something."

"Um...can I refuse?"

"No way..." Shimamoto Kana casually tossed her long hair aside, her big, watery eyes fixed on the screen: "Tazaki-san is so amazing, just help the teacher this once... After you finish, the teacher will give you a reward."

I don't believe you for a second!

The guy who promised to give me benefits last time has abused me twice!

You teachers, you don't tell the truth a single word.

Tsukasa Tazaki nodded: "No problem!"

An oval face makes a woman's appearance appear dignified, especially after she becomes a married woman. If she has a gentle and graceful personality, then she truly exudes a unique intellectual beauty that is characteristic of a lady at all times.

Kana Shimamoto perfectly hit Tazaki Tsukasa's sweet spot; he simply couldn't resist her.

"That's settled then... See you this afternoon." Shimamoto Kana blinked and smiled mischievously, "Tazaki-kun looks so handsome today too, I can't wait to see you."

Hang up the phone.

Tazaki Tsukasa looked up at the sky obscured by dark clouds on the other side of the platform and reflected on himself—liking other people's wives is a very bad habit that he needs to change.

Yes, I'll definitely get rid of this habit after Shimamoto-sensei gets divorced!

The second tram arrived at the station, and it was still packed.

After being gently pushed several times by the older female coordinator, Tazaki Tsukasa finally squeezed into the carriage. However, he was surrounded by people on all sides and was pressed against the door, unable to move.

As his body swayed slightly, he yawned slightly, and a sentence flashed into his mind like lightning.

The carriage was like a sardine can, with people crammed so tightly their bodies were flattened... The passengers were all curled up and bent at geometrically distinct angles.

Who said this... and where did it come from?

The tram stopped at Yotsuya Station. Tsukasa Tazaki took a long breath of the fresh air brought by the rain on the platform, only then realizing that it was from Qian Zhongshu's novel "Fortress Besieged".

While walking uphill on the path leading to the school gate with a transparent umbrella that costs 200 yen, I met Kuriyama Sakura, who was also carrying a transparent umbrella.

Tazaki first glanced at her legs before shifting his gaze to her face, nodding in greeting: "Good morning."

"You look tired?"

Kuriyama Sakura's voice had a transparent quality, much like the umbrella in her hand.

You've misjudged.

Tazaki Tsukasa shook his head in denial, and the two climbed the slope side by side, entering the school gate. Under the tall, century-old oak tree, "Sardine" lay lazily in a corner where the rain couldn't reach, taking a nap.

On the playground shrouded in rain and mist, there were no members of the sports clubs doing their morning exercises, but the flock of gray pigeons kept by the school staff flew freely in the rain.

Walking along the school path, Kuriyama Sakura tilted her umbrella and peeked out slightly, saying, "The last class this morning is a combined P.E. class for Class A and Class F. Are you ready?"

Tazaki Tsukasa glanced at the sky obscured by cumulonimbus clouds and shrugged: "Maybe because the rain is too heavy, we'll have to switch to self-study in the classroom."

"Is that so? We'll see."

Kuriyama Sakura turned her head and walked into the school building, her single ponytail swaying gently behind her.

Murphy's Law states that if you worry about something happening, it's more likely to happen.

When the last class of the morning arrived, although it was still drizzling, both classes received a notice that the physical education class would proceed as scheduled.

Chapter Fifty-Six: The secondary trading market is truly amazing!

A few crows flew in from outside the wall, circled the playground a few times, and then landed on the wire mesh of the tennis court. They stared wide-eyed, curiously observing the two-legged creature playing with something that glowed against the wire mesh, as if they were spectators in a Taiga drama.

"Sixty-seven... sixty-eight..."

As he counted, a strange smile involuntarily crept onto Murakami Mizuiro's lips.

Yesterday, there was a topic on Japanese Twitter discussing "What kind of girl is the cutest?", and Murakami Mizuiro posted a tweet about it using her alternate account.

Girls with big breasts are the most annoying; they're not cute at all.

Right now, Murakami Mizuiro is using his main account to add the female accounts that send him private messages to insult him, one by one.

"Hey, Murakami, stop slacking off and get warmed up!"

"Hi!"

The strict and hot-tempered physical education teacher shouted from another tennis court. Murakami Mizuiro dared not slack off, quickly put away his phone, and started running along the tennis court to warm up.

It was drizzling, but it didn't affect today's tennis lesson.

The sky was completely obscured by cumulonimbus clouds, appearing a dark gray. During the warm-up, the sun's rays seemed to peek faintly from the eastern sky, suggesting the afternoon should see clear skies.

Running past the bench under the barbed wire fence, Sakura Kuriyama sat under a large parasol, pen and paper in hand, jotting something down. She was still wearing her sailor uniform, not the gym clothes required for physical education class. Presumably, she didn't want to get soaked in the rain, so she used her privileges as the top of the food chain.

Murakami Mizuiro ran past her and secretly glanced at her.

Kitagawa Academy, an elite high school, is never short of handsome men and beautiful women. However, Kuriyama Sakura was crowned the "Number One Beautiful Girl" within just over a month of enrolling, which shows just how outstanding her looks are.

Especially her hairstyle; she clearly only had short hair that reached just to her shoulders, but she had a ponytail that dragged down to her hips. When she passed by people, most of them would involuntarily turn around to look at her.

Someone as outstanding as her can easily become the focus of attention and the object of people's admiration and adoration, no matter what she does.

Unfortunately, Kuriyama Sakura seems quite troubled by this, spending most of her time with a cold expression when faced with the stares of those around her. And the only things she seems interested in are various felines.

I wonder what her relationship is with Tazaki...

Murakami Mizuiro shook her head and ran past Kuriyama Sakura.

Someone passed him from behind, and he paused for a moment. It was another "number one beautiful girl," whose dazzling blonde hair seemed particularly eye-catching on the gloomy, rainy day.

Ugh……

This is even more of a pity.