My love index is at its maximum.

Why didn't you answer my question last night?

"I find it troublesome to type using a mobile phone's input method."

"I said good morning to you this morning, but you didn't reply."

"I still find typing on my phone troublesome."

Tsukasa Tazaki answered honestly.

Although this reason may be infuriating, that's the truth.

"At least reply so I know you saw the message."

"Didn't I already mark it as 'read'?"

“Not sincere at all.” Shiori Ninomiya lowered her head helplessly. There happened to be a small stone by the roadside, so she kicked it. The stone hit the vending machine at the school gate with a “bang.”

Tsukasa Tazaki walked on without changing his expression, offering no explanation.

He was just a little uneasy, and his gaze, which was fixed on the road, would occasionally drift to her.

After changing their shoes, the two walked up to the fourth floor of the teaching building. Just as they were about to part ways to return to their respective classes, Shiori Ninomiya tugged at his sleeve. Tsukasa Tazaki looked up at her face and noticed that her dark eyes were unusually lively, and the smile on her lips was very cunning.

"You've been secretly watching me."

Tsukasa Tazaki shook his head in denial: "No."

"Admit it, Kiki, you're just saying one thing and meaning another."

"I already said no!"

Turning around and walking back to Class F, Tazaki took out his phone and looked at the message his little cutie had sent last night.

[Ninomiya: Besides reading, what other interests does Kiki have?]

After thinking for a while, he replied to the message.

[Tazaki: Ironing shirts while exercising, cooking, or listening to music.]

The cutie still replied instantly.

[Ninomiya: I knew Kiki wouldn't want to make me sad (Yay!).jpg]

[Tazaki: You're overthinking it. I was just replying politely.]

[Ninomiya: I won't give up until we become good friends!]

[Tazaki: Uh... It's rare to see a girl as proactive as you.]

[Ninomiya: Why can't girls do this kind of thing? Do girls have to be reserved and always wait for boys to take the initiative?]

[Tazaki: You're right.]

Putting down his phone, Tsukasa Tazaki rested his chin on his hand and looked out at the blue sky. A cool morning breeze blew in, and he gave a wry smile.

Compared to the enthusiastic and lively high school girls, the older sister is definitely easier to deal with.

Chapter 105 The Great Crisis of the Kendo Club

On Friday, May 28th, at 4:30 PM, I finished my last exam, Physics.

Tsukasa Tazaki slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked into the elevated corridor. The warm light of the setting sun shone through the glass, dancing on his cheeks.

Still lost in thought about the "Second Law of Thermodynamics" test question, he appeared somewhat expressionless.

According to the second law of thermodynamics, in natural processes, the total disorder (i.e., "entropy") of an isolated system does not decrease; it always increases or remains constant.

If we compare a couple to an isolated system, then the love that has been generated is like "entropy." Entropy will not decrease; it will only increase slightly or remain unchanged.

However, the second law of thermodynamics also states that heat can spontaneously transfer from a hotter object to a colder object.

Therefore, if the isolated system based on couples is broken, that is, when a third or fourth party with lower "heat" intervenes, then the love that has already been generated will spontaneously shift towards the party with lower "heat".

In conclusion: Love that has already been created will not disappear, but it will be transferred.

Hence the song goes: Transfer one person's warmth to another's chest, let the mistakes of the past lead to dreams.

Thinking about these things, I suddenly felt very guilty.

Tazaki Tsukasa rubbed his cheeks and stood in front of the glass, gazing at the street scene of Yotsuya. The setting sun stretched the shadows of everything, and his own shadow seemed to be crushed under his feet as if by a steamroller.

He took his water bottle out of his bag, poured a mouthful into his mouth, and swallowed slowly.

Three seconds later, he took another sip, screwed the cap back on the water bottle, put it back in his bag, and walked down the elevated corridor to the club building.

Without the pressure of exams and with a clear evening sky, all the student clubs seemed vibrant and full of life. Walking through the club building, one could hear the sounds of brass instruments and light music everywhere, while shouts from various sports clubs echoed from the direction of the sports field.

As I turned onto the fifth-floor corridor from the staircase, I heard arguing coming from downstairs.

Looking down through the gap in the stairs, Tsukasa Tazaki could vaguely see Takeuchi Takumi from the Kendo Club, who was confronting a boy in an outer school uniform with great emotion at the corner of the stairs on the third floor.

The two were surrounded by a large crowd, creating a lively atmosphere that suggested a brawl was imminent.

"What are you doing bringing people to our school?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just wanted to come and see if you're still as vulnerable as you were last year."

"You bastard, you deserve a beating!"

"Takeuchi, watch your manners. Do you want to fight?"

"Afraid of you? Minamino Sawahei, if you've got the guts, don't run away. Let's see who leaves lying on their back!"

"Look at what you're saying..." A person wearing an outer school uniform reached out and patted Takeuchi Takumi on the shoulder, and said with a sneer, "I'm not the kind of person who bullies the weak and fears the strong. Or do you think you haven't been beaten enough by me in the Kanto Kendo Selection Tournament these past two years?"

"Damn it!" Takeuchi Takumi raised his fist, as if to pounce, but was held back by the people around him.

"Takeuchi-senpai, calm down..."

"Fighting will get you punished..."

"Yes, don't fall for it..."

"Haha..." The boy from another school named Minamino Sawahei laughed arrogantly, "What can you rich kids do besides have some money? Take your kendo club for example, it's been established for seventy or eighty years, and you've only won the men's individual championship once. Do you have the nerve to call me a king?"

Tazaki Tsukasa quite agreed with what this person said.

The students at Kitagawa Academy are either wealthy young men who will inherit their family fortune when they grow up, or top students who only know how to bury themselves in their studies.

Most members of these clubs have absolutely no interest in the so-called club activities. They're just playing around, killing time, or taking the opportunity to make more friends.

Some slightly more serious rich kids only use clubs as a way to develop their leadership skills.

Even more outrageous are people like Kuriyama Sakura. Too lazy to participate in club activities, she used her privileges to establish an ATF club where everyone just drinks tea and reads books, a club with no real purpose.

In this atmosphere, the various clubs of Kitagawa Academy achieved rather poor results in competitions.

The baseball team has only reached Koshien twice in over 80 years, and the soccer team has only reached the national tournament twice, both times being eliminated in the first round.

As for the Kendo Club... the cabinet of honor is covered in cobwebs, what else can be said?

"Minamino Sawahei, are you here today to provoke us?"

The shouts of Takeuchi Takumi continued to come from downstairs.

"No, no, no, don't misunderstand. Why would I be interested in provoking a bunch of defeated opponents?" Minamino Zeping chuckled a few times, then said sarcastically, "It's just that I heard your school's female captain this year is a very strong person, and I wanted to come and exchange ideas."

Takeuchi Takumi's face darkened, and he looked around: "How are we supposed to communicate?"

"I will be leading the Kamiyama High School Kendo Club on a formal visit on the first of next month. I hope your skill level has improved since last year, so we can learn from each other through exchange. After all... we don't want to come for nothing, right?"

After saying that, Minamino Sawahei waved and led his companions downstairs.

Takumi Takeuchi was furious and wanted to chase after him to say a few more words, but his classmate grabbed him. After cursing incessantly for a while, his already ugly face looked even uglier because of his worried expression.

"Takeuchi-senpai... what should we do?" Ueda Masao walked up to him with a somewhat aggrieved expression and asked in a low voice, "Are we going to lose face in front of the entire school this time?"

"What do we do?" Takeuchi Takumi glared at him. "Go home and sleep, what else can we do?"

"Sleeping...shouldn't we be trying to avoid being humiliated?"

"Since you already know you need to find a way to avoid being humiliated, why are you asking me?"

"What should we do then?" Ueda Masao pouted, looking even more aggrieved.

Takeuchi Takumi slapped him across the face and yelled, "Think of a way!"

Ueda Masanami held his head and thought for a while, then hesitated and said, "How about we ask Tazaki-kun for help? If he and Kikawa-kun go together, they can definitely teach those bastards from Kamiyama High School a lesson."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a cold voice came from above the stairs.

"Don't bother me."

The third-floor corridor fell silent.

The evening breeze blew, but instead of dispelling the heavy atmosphere, it made people feel even more depressed.

The members of the kendo club sighed in unison, drooped their heads, and walked back to the activity room.

Back in the activity room, Ueda Masao looked around and saw Ninomiya Shiori taking off her black mask after finishing training. He quickly walked over and asked, "Ninomiya-san, could you do us a favor?"

Instantly, all the boys present turned their attention to her.

Shiori Ninomiya wiped the sweat from her brow and, seeing the boys' worried expressions, asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"The Kamiyama High School Kendo Club will be coming to exchange ideas with us on the first of next month. We don't need to worry about the women's competition, it's just the men's competition..."

At this point, Ueda Masao gave an awkward laugh before continuing, "You and Tazaki are such good friends, could you ask him for help?"

"I'm sorry, I can't do that." Ninomiya Shiori refused decisively, smiling apologetically, "If I insist on using our good relationship to get his help, he'll definitely resent it. Why don't you try talking to his official wife about this?"

"Forget it...forget it." Ueda Masao sat on the floor and sighed, "I'd rather lose face than dare to talk to Kuriyama-san."

The other boys all lay down on the floor, exclaiming in unison, "That's absolutely right."

"They're all so cowardly, they're really useless."

Shiori Ninomiya chuckled and muttered a curse, then walked to the window, stretched out her arms, and gave a long, yawning stretch. Her white kendo uniform rubbed gently against her perfectly developed breasts as she moved, creating several alluring folds at her chest.

With the brilliant sunset reflected in her eyes, the little cutie murmured something in a voice only she could hear.

“The concubine has a low status, and her words are completely disregarded.”

Chapter 106 My Darling's Gastroenteritis