My love index is at its maximum.

I really want to punch him.

"Forget about the ATF department, you should find another one."

"why?"

This time it was Tazaki Tsukasa's turn to be troubled. He had finally found a club where he could leave early, but everyone seemed to feel like they were going to their execution.

Hoshino Hanami slightly averted her gaze, her expression somewhat unnatural: "She wasn't recruiting club members, she was just fooling around."

"Don't worry, teacher." Tazaki Tsukasa secretly glanced at the section of fair thigh between her black stockings and short skirt, and said seriously, "I won't hold her nonsense against her."

Hoshino Hanami raised her eyebrows and glared: "In short, I'm not letting you go!"

Tazaki Tsukasa was a little angry. "Even though you're a teacher, you should at least be reasonable. You were the one who made me join the club, and now that I've found someone, you're the one who won't let me join. Do you believe I'll commit seppuku in a heartbeat?"

Just kidding, how could I possibly commit seppuku? I was just trying to scare her.

After hearing his words, Hoshino Hanami sighed and scratched her head as if she were having a headache. After thinking for a moment, she could only reluctantly compromise: "If you insist on joining, then so be it."

Tazaki Tsukasa breathed a sigh of relief: "Alright, I'll go back and take the exam now."

Hoshino Hanami glanced at her watch and realized that the second exam was indeed approaching. She waved her hand and said, "Try to do well and make the teacher proud. At least don't come in last place!"

"Don't worry, teacher, I'll definitely give you a surprise." Tsukasa Tazaki made a victory sign, turned around and left.

After he left the office, the beautiful teacher muttered something quietly in a voice only she could hear.

"I'm definitely not going to choose you..."

Then, Hoshino Hanami glanced around furtively to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then took out her phone and made a call from under her desk.

"Hey... Sakura... could you add one more condition to your choice?"

"What conditions?"

"Let's add the condition of being both literate and skilled in martial arts."

"it is good."

In the classroom of Class 1-A, Kuriyama Sakura put down her phone, looked at the list on the paper, and her gaze fell on the name "Tasaki Tsukasa".

After thinking for a while, she picked up a pen and simply blacked out the name.

He's a decent-looking young man.

You've been eliminated.

……

Tsukasa Tazaki returned to the classroom, and the next exam was in chemistry.

He finished all the questions before half the time was up, checked them word by word, and then chose to hand in his paper early.

The answers to science questions are relatively fixed, unlike humanities questions where a second check might reveal a better answer.

After handing in his exam paper, while the cafeteria was less crowded, Tsukasa Tazaki went to have lunch first, and then slipped into the school library.

He has an hour for lunch break, during which he either enjoys the breeze on the rooftop or reads in the library.

As for the types of books he reads... Tsukasa Tazaki is a voracious reader. He enjoys reading novels, essays, plays, poems, science magazines, and even cookbooks.

After lunch break, and having finished the afternoon's World History exam, it was time for club activities.

Tsukasa Tazaki sneaked to the ATF club's classroom, but the door was locked, and he didn't see Sakura Kuriyama.

Having not yet joined any clubs, he went straight out of school to the convenience store where he worked, ate dinner at Ms. Sachiko's place, and then started working.

I get off work at 9 p.m. and go home to continue studying.

Even if you've already learned the material from your first year of high school, it's still incredibly difficult to get first place in a school teeming with geniuses. Take, for example, that girl named Yui Kawakawa; she's a monster who's almost always gotten perfect scores on exams since elementary school.

He continued until midnight. After reviewing the math test questions for tomorrow, Tsukasa Tazaki stretched, turned off the lights, made his bed, and went to sleep.

Chapter Seven: You Seem to Only See Yellow

April 28th, the last day of the exam.

On a sunny spring morning, the slope leading to the school gate was filled with the sounds of high school girls discussing exams.

"Oh no, I'm doomed for the exam..."

"I didn't review at all..."

"What a coincidence, me too..."

"Only someone like that would spend all day reading..."

Tazaki Tsukasa yawned as he walked through the school gate, watched by a group of pretty upperclassmen.

The same old everyday scenes.

Nothing particularly fun happened, and nothing particularly annoying happened either.

But there's nothing wrong with it; most people probably like this kind of daily life.

To be honest, when Tsukasa Tazaki first arrived in this world, he fantasized about aliens, ghosts, monsters, and superpowered individuals. He even dreamed of wielding a glowing sword to rescue a girl trapped in a space capsule by aliens…

But in real life, none of those things exist!

I've never seen a UFO, nor do I have any Pokémon that can grow to gigantic size...

I spent a night at the famous haunted site, the Thousand-Tadago Valley Tunnel, and apart from being filled with car exhaust fumes, I didn't see a single ghost...

There's no Third New Tokyo City, no Angel attack, no Asuka waifu...

Humans still haven't been able to land on Mars, and artificial satellites haven't even left the solar system...

And Tsukasa Tazaki could only accept the fact that he was just an ordinary high school student.

After changing into his indoor shoes from the shoe cabinet, the unremarkable Tsukasa Tazaki walked back to his classroom in Class 1-F.

The first exam in the morning was math, followed by physics.

There was a question on the physics exam about the law of conservation of energy. When Tsukasa Tazaki got to this question, he suddenly thought of the question, "Can love disappear?"

In physics terms, energy doesn't appear out of thin air, nor does it disappear without a trace. Therefore, love that has already been created won't disappear; it simply changes form and stays with you.

I feel this sentence would be perfect to include in "The Scumbag's Sayings".

Oh no, my thoughts are wandering again.

Tazaki Tsukasa quickly shook his head, pulling his attention, which was about to drift over the Pacific Ocean, back to the exam paper. The April breeze lifted the pages of the exam paper, and the mechanical pencil with 0.5mm lead drew graceful arcs, leaving neat and tidy handwriting on the answer sheet.

"Tazaki... let's go eat together."

Just as I finished handing in my paper, Murakami Mizuiro's voice rang out from the desk in front of me.

Tsukasa Tazaki tidied up the desk and said calmly, "Let's go."

The two walked together through the elevated corridor toward the cafeteria located in the main building.

The midday sun was bright and gentle. Walking inside the luminous glass curtain wall, every window of the opposite student club building reflected a pleasant glow under the sunlight.

Murakami Mizuiro kept nagging in his ear, repeatedly talking about how the upperclassman looked, what the second-year English teacher's measurements were, and how the student council president was a very elegant woman with long, straight black hair.

Tsukasa Tazaki nodded from time to time and occasionally chimed in with a comment.

Murakami Mizuiro is a relatively easy-going rich kid, and the occasional Cantonese phrases he uses sound friendly. Aside from being a bit lecherous, he doesn't have any major flaws and is currently Tazaki Tsukasa's only acknowledgment of a friend.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, they both ordered a fried chicken cutlet set meal, and Murakami Mizuiro casually bought two cups of milk tea, one for each of them.

"Tasaki, about that Kuriyama Sakura, I advise you to think carefully..." The two walked towards the dining area as they talked. Murakami Mizuiro seemed very interested in the flat-chested girl, nagging incessantly: "Even though it's modern society now, if you shamelessly pursue her, people will definitely laugh at you, saying, 'Doesn't this guy know his social class?' You need to understand, this is Tokyo, and Tokyoites are the most pragmatic..."

When did I start pursuing her?

"If you're not pursuing her, why did you join her club... Hey, Tazaki, watch out!"

Murakami Mizuiro exclaimed in surprise. Before Tazaki Tsukasa could react, he felt himself being slammed against a wall. His hand trembled, and the miso soup on the tray spilled out.

"Yo... isn't this Tazaki? Long time no see!"

An unpleasant sound rang in his ears, followed by a heavy punch to his shoulder. Tazaki Tsukasa gritted his teeth in pain and frowned as he looked over.

The speaker was a man who was nearly 1.8 meters tall and had an exceptionally robust build.

Tazaki Tsukasa pursed his lips, somewhat surprised. There were three children of the same generation as him from the Kikawa family at this school, and this big guy in front of him was the one who treated him the worst.

"Come to think of it, it's been ten days since you moved out." The big man withdrew his hand, looking at Tsukasa Tazaki with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "After so many days, I thought you had starved to death."

Meeting his extremely unfriendly gaze, Tsukasa Tazaki remained remarkably calm: "It's alright, I have hands and feet, I won't starve."

This person's name is Shikikawa Shinhiro. He's rather ugly, but athletically gifted, and a year older than Tazaki Tsukasa. The two have lived under the same roof for ten years. During those ten years, the original owner of this body suffered a lot from his bullying, especially on the first of each month when pocket money was distributed. That night, Tazaki Tsukasa would be beaten up and have all his pocket money stolen.

Shinichiro Kikkawa stared at Toshihide Tazaki's face and smiled somewhat mockingly: "Ever since you moved out, there's been no fun in the house."

Tazaki Tsukasa glanced at him, then turned to look for a seat. The best way to deal with this kind of person is to ignore him; otherwise, even saying a word to him would be disgusting.

Shin-hiro Kikkawa originally wanted to follow, but a beautiful figure suddenly caught his eye. He glared at Tsukasa Tazaki and turned to walk in that direction.

The dining area was not crowded, with people sitting scattered around. Tsukasa Tazaki found a seat by the window, with plenty of empty seats around him.

At the next table, two female students were talking incessantly. Both were pretty girls. One of them glanced shyly at Tsukasa Tazaki, then quickly looked away after being noticed by her companion. Her companion, on the other hand, was playfully teasing her, laughing as if a kitten was stretching out its paws.

Murakami Mizuiro sat down opposite Tazaki Tsukasa and asked with a puzzled look, "If I remember correctly, that person was Kichikawa Shinhiro, right? Judging from his expression just now, do you two have a grudge?"

"I guess so." Tsukasa Tazaki took a bite of the fried chicken cutlet. Hmm, it was a bit burnt, not very tasty.

“That guy is the captain of the kendo club, and you’re just a little guy like him…” Murakami Mizuiro looked at Tazaki Tsukasa’s thin frame and was speechless.

Tsukasa Tazaki picked up a piece of broccoli and looked at him with an expression that seemed to say, "What do you want to say?"

"Never mind, just let me know if he causes you any trouble..." Murakami Mizuiro mumbled as he ate a large bite of fried chicken.

The two chatted about other things like anime, light novels, games, and female teachers' measurements. When they got to the topic of how to estimate a woman's measurements by sight, Murakami Mizuiro turned her gaze and said she was going to demonstrate it herself.

But as soon as he looked up, he saw Kuriyama Sakura sitting at the table to her side, and Kichikawa Shinhiro sitting opposite her. The two seemed to be quite familiar with each other.

“Tasaki…” Murakami Mizuiro opened her mouth, then pointed at Kuriyama Sakura: “Look over there.”

Tazaki Tsukasa glanced at him, then looked away indifferently and continued eating his fried chicken cutlet.

Murakami Mizusaki said with a hint of disappointment, "How can you still eat?"

"It's 500 yen a serving, so even if it tastes bad, I have to finish it."

"Eat, eat, eat! All you care about is eating. Your wife is about to be stolen away by someone else!"