My love index is at its maximum.

Little Pingpian, Tsukasa Tazaki herself believed from the beginning that she had the potential to be a stock market queen. Although Hoshino-sensei is currently far ahead, she believes that she can catch up. Full position!

As for Kasuga Kanae... considering I'm going to the Literature Club tomorrow to show off, I can go all in for now.

The remaining few are unlikely to intersect with each other for the time being, so they can be ignored.

Sell ​​1000 stocks held by the teacher, obtaining 300000 in available funds. Spend 240000 on 4 stocks, leaving 60050 in available funds.

Turn off the system panel.

Leaning against the railing, Tsukasa Tazaki's thoughts were clearer than ever before. The gentle glow of the setting sun caressed his face, and a simple smile appeared on his lips.

He thought to himself, "I am truly great."

Opportunities to get rich quick came raining down on him, but he skillfully dodged them all; most people don't have that kind of composure.

As Hoshino Hanami said, with her intelligence, confidence, and strong drive, she was destined to become an extraordinary person.

Even without the system, nothing will change.

While the existence of a system can certainly be a shortcut to success, taking too many shortcuts can easily lead to going astray.

Don't be swayed by self-interest; live with the original intention you had when you first obtained the system. Only in this way can you find the most ideal path.

Back at the convenience store, Sachiko Tono looked up at him from behind the counter, and a smile immediately appeared on her lips.

"Come here quickly." She put down the fashion magazine in her hand, picked up a measuring tape, and walked out from behind the counter.

"Is there a problem?"

"Open your arms, let me take your measurements."

Tsukasa Tazaki obediently opened his arms, and Sachiko Tono went behind him to measure his waist, shoulder width, arm length, and other measurements one by one. Another employee in the store hid behind the shelves and threw a meaningful, jealous look at Tsukasa Tazaki.

"What does Sister Sachiko need this data for?"

"Oh, I'd like to order a custom-made suit for you."

"A suit...?"

“That’s right.” Sachiko Tono put her arm around Tsukasa Tazaki’s shoulder from behind and whispered in his ear, “My bank account manager said there’s a banquet at the end of the month, and a lot of investment banking professionals will be there. I’m planning to go and see if there’s an opportunity to make some money.”

Tsukasa Tazaki turned to look at her: "I'm only fifteen years old, I wouldn't be able to help you even if I went."

"Can you really bear to let me go to that kind of banquet all alone?"

The charming widow pouted and said pitifully, "I don't even have a dance partner. What am I supposed to do then, dance with those strange men around my waist?"

Sachiko was dancing with another man's arm around her waist... This scene is indeed infuriating.

Tsukasa Tazaki nodded: "I'll go with you."

"Tazaki-kun is the best!"

Sachiko Tono smiled and walked over to the counter to continue looking at her fashion magazine.

After Tsukasa Tazaki entered the staff changing room, she peeked out from under a magazine, a malicious smile playing on her lips—"High-level hunters often appear in the form of prey. Fifteen-year-old boy, are you ready to be hunted by your prey?"

Chapter 83 The Literature Department has very serious problems.

I woke up groggily on Tuesday morning.

He squinted and made his way to the kitchen, where he drank a large glass of water and barely managed to sober up.

The sky outside the window was dark, and a crescent moon floated beneath the clouds.

Tazaki Tsukasa returned to the bedside, picked up his phone, unlocked it, and the brightness of the screen made him squint instinctively.

It's only a little past four o'clock...

Back in front of the bathroom mirror, I stared blankly at myself. My hair was messy, but the lines of my collarbone were alluring, and I exuded a lazy, seductive charm.

"Ah~!"

He yawned and started brushing his teeth and washing his face. After washing up, he felt refreshed. He memorized some Italian and started preparing breakfast at five o'clock.

Tomato stewed beef, pan-fried saury, and omelet rice—four large bento boxes were packed full.

Hoshino Hanami was delighted with her mouth covered in oil from eating, and then she punched Tazaki Tsukasa in the stomach because the student had tried to wipe the oil off his teacher's lips with his own.

Hmph!

Am I the kind of woman who can be fooled by two meals with you?

At least ten meals!

"I'll do it for you for the rest of my life." He said this almost as if he were biting her ear, and then Tsukasa Tazaki turned around and started his morning run.

Hoshino Hanami sat limply on the bench, looking extremely troubled—should she tell him that her ears were a sensitive spot?

On Wednesday morning, the older sister was dragged along by her younger sister and was unable to make it to Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden.

After finishing his run alone, Tsukasa Tazaki was walking home to take a shower when a notification popped up in front of him.

【Ding】

【Stamina 4→5】

Deep blue bellflowers bloomed by the roadside. Tsukasa Tazaki took out his phone, squatted down, took a selfie with the bellflowers, and sent it to his teacher.

[Tazaki: Today I took another step towards becoming a 'good adult'!]

[Hanami: Sweetie, I'll transfer more money to your card.]

"..."

Did she misunderstand what she meant?

Tazaki Tsukasa checked the balance at the nearest ATM and found it was 1500 million yen.

Five minutes later, he checked again and the balance had become 2000 million yen.

I have a strange feeling about it.

Although I often joke about things like "I don't want to work hard anymore," most of the time it's just talk. After all, who wants to rely on a woman when they can earn a living with their own abilities?

So Hoshino Hanami's approach... well, how should I put it, it's the kind of thing that makes you think... wow, it's so good!

At 3:30 p.m., the school bell rang to signal the end of the day.

Within minutes, all the students in the classroom had left, leaving only Tsukasa Tazaki.

It's his turn to be on duty today.

He swept the floor clean, watered the potted plants at the back of the classroom and by the window, and noticed a plump fly lying motionless on the podium. He swatted it flat with a towel.

I had just wiped the window glass clean when Shimamoto Kana called again, urging me to hurry.

"Hurry up and come over here, the discussion meeting in the Literature Department has already started!"

"Has a fight broken out?"

"Uh... what are you saying!" Shimamoto Kana's tone suggested she wanted to reach out of the receiver and grab him to death.

As Tsukasa Tazaki changed the water in the vase on the podium, he said, "I'm still on duty right now, I'll go over later."

"How can you help mediate if you don't come over and listen to the whole story?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

After hanging up the phone, Tsukasa Tazaki glanced around the classroom.

A blackboard with math formulas not completely erased, half-used chalk, curtains faded from the sun; on the wall are posters, duty rosters, world maps, and a Murakami watercolor painting of a catgirl exuding shame, all pinned with thumbtacks.

What I see before me is probably the embodiment of the word 'youth'.

There's also lemonade for 100 yen a cup...

Tsukasa Tazaki locked the classroom door and headed towards the auditorium.

He walked calmly, one hand holding an Italian dictionary, the other in his pocket. Whether in the corridors or along the tree-lined school paths, female students and teachers passing by frequently glanced at him.

The evening breeze at the end of May was neither too hot nor too cold, and the boy's slightly long bangs swayed gently.

One glance is enough to confirm that he is a handsome young man standing at the pinnacle of handsomeness at Kita High School, and perhaps also the pinnacle of handsomeness in the entire Tokyo metropolitan area.

In front of the literature department, I ran into Kuriyama Sakura, who was leaning against the wall in the corridor. At that moment, she was engrossed in flipping through the hardcover book in her hand, oblivious to the students passing by.

Tsukasa Tazaki asked with some curiosity, "What are you doing outside the door?"

Kuriyama Sakura turned to look at him, a slight smile on her face, and said, "It's too noisy inside, I'm not interested at all."

The corridor lights shone on her delicate face, her small nose gleaming, giving her a sculpted, exquisite beauty.

Tsukasa Tazaki blinked: "Your smile is quite nice."

"Huh? What...did you say?" Kuriyama Sakura seemed to have just woken up, wondering if she was dreaming.

Tazaki Tsukasa mimed taking a picture with his hands, saying, "You're smiling like I'm standing on the roof of a school building, looking out at the Tokyo Bay coast and seeing what I see in the viewfinder."

Kuriyama Sakura shook her head: "I don't understand."

"It means a very faint smile, as faint as a distant view."

"It's very good?"

"Of course."

[A funny analogy, so cheerful! The Kuriyama Sakura Stock Index is up 10 points, current stock price: 50]

A notification popped up in the system, and Tsukasa Tazaki gave a meaningful smile.

"Ahem..." Kuriyama Sakura coughed lightly and looked at Tazaki Tsukasa. She wanted to politely reply that his smile was not bad either, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she heard him say regretfully, "It's a pity that the view is only suitable for viewing from a distance. If you get close, you'll find that it's full of garbage."

What do you mean, Tsukasa Tazaki?!

Explain to me what you mean by "my smile." But upon closer inspection, all I see is trash.

[You think you're all that? You're angry! Kuriyama Sakura Stock Index drops 10 points, current price: 40]

Kuriyama Sakura glared at him angrily, then turned around, knocked on the door of the Literature Club, and walked in without looking back.

The long ponytail swayed with a wider arc than usual, seemingly as a way to help its owner vent their anger.

Tsukasa Tazaki is in a particularly good mood right now.

Hey, I'm not even willing to make money, I just want to vent my anger.