My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

"Can't you call my cute junior for no reason?" Maeda Chie paused, then slowly continued, "Or is it that Fujiki-kun dislikes me and doesn't want to hear my voice?"

"No, I have never disliked you, senior. On the contrary, I have always remembered the care you have given me and I have always respected you!" Kouta explained politely.

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There was silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long silence, Maeda Chie's somewhat melancholic voice finally came through: "Is it... just respect?"

"Ah~~, what did you say, senior?"

"Haha... It's nothing, I just came to ask if you can come to work tomorrow, junior?" Maeda Chie's voice seemed to be deliberately energetic.

"Tomorrow is fine, but I'd appreciate it if you could come and ask me about it."

"Since that's the case, then that's settled. I'm hanging up. Oh, and remember not to be late tomorrow, Sayonara! I'll be waiting for you!"

“Sayonara!” Kouta responded politely.

After hanging up the phone.

Kouta recalled Maeda Chie's voice on the phone earlier and had an absurd thought: 'Could it be that Maeda-senpai likes me?'

'No, no, no, how could that be? My relationship with you is just so-so.'

'Fujiki, you're already lucky enough to have Satoshi. Don't be so dissatisfied and keep thinking nonsense!'

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Nine o'clock in the evening.

Hui's home.

"Hui~~" Misa's voice downstairs woke Hui, who was sleeping in her room on the second floor.

Hui then got out of bed.

Hui had already showered and changed into a nightgown, though it was clear from the way it was worn that someone else had put it on her. Her exposed skin was fair, and the red marks left from their encounter had disappeared thanks to her body's powerful regenerative abilities, making it impossible to tell that anything had happened.

Hui got out of bed and straightened her skirt. Her mind involuntarily drifted back to her previous "boldness," and she felt a wave of embarrassment.

Chapter 254 Class

"Hui-chan?"

Hearing her mother's voice again, Hui quickly replied, "I'm here."

As Hui spoke, she touched her lower abdomen through her clothes in her room, as if she could still feel the burning sensation inside.

Misa's voice continued from downstairs: "Ugh, you silly child, why don't you turn on the lights at home? Mom thought no one was home..."

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The night was peaceful afterward.

The next day.

The third break between classes.

During the twenty-minute break between classes, Hui took the filled-out form to the office and handed it to homeroom teacher Nakagawa Yuko.

Yuko Nakagawa glanced at the form and then handed it to a female teacher next to her, saying, "Ms. Hirano, didn't you say your dance club was short of people? I brought you one."

Rina Hirano was busy with her own things and hadn't paid any attention to Nakagawa until she heard what Yuko Nakagawa said.

She is the school's music teacher, but not the one responsible for music in Hui's class. In addition, she is also the instructor of the school's dance club.

She took the 'company application form' handed to her by Nakagawa Yuko, her eyes shining as she looked at Kei standing there.

The name "Agasa Kei" was already known to everyone in the entire school.

Because Hui had just transferred to the school, her stunning beauty became famous throughout the school, and exaggerated claims such as "the most beautiful school flower in the 200-year history of Misaki High School" and "the most beautiful woman in the history of Japan" were later spread.

As a result, even someone like her, who had no connection to Class D of the first year of high school, knew that "a beautiful new girl transferred to the school, named Wagatsuma Kei..."

Later, Hui's genius-level learning talent pushed her to a level that was beyond the reach of others.

Before this, she had met Hui a few times, but after meeting Hui, she had to admit that, putting everything else aside, Hui's title of "school beauty" was well-deserved.

Rina Hirano looked Kei up and down again and again, carefully observing the length of Kei's limbs, the proportion of her upper and lower body, the symmetry of her figure, and so on. In the end, she became more and more satisfied with what she saw.

Although Hui was just standing there casually, as a dance teacher, she naturally knew that to know if someone had dance talent, you only needed to look at their posture.

Although standing is the simplest posture, it is also the fundamental posture that makes a person human.

It can reflect so much. Rina Hirano felt a unique charm from Kei's standing posture, like a very special kind of beauty—natural beauty.

It is not nature in the ordinary sense, but nature that is perfectly formed and self-contained. At least Rina Hirano cannot see even the slightest disharmony in it.

Of course, she didn't know the reason behind it, only attributing it to Hui's exceptional talent for dancing.

Rina Hirano, a graduate of an art school, knows that dance is different from other arts; it is an art that showcases the beauty of the human body.

The prerequisite for showcasing "beauty in form and posture" is that the form and posture must be beautiful; otherwise, what is being shown is "ugliness in form."

Dance is an art form that heavily relies on innate talent!

in the office.

Hui was almost burned by Rina Hirano's scorching gaze.

Hui really couldn't understand it. It's just hiring someone, why get so worked up?

Rina Hirano introduced herself to Hui: "I am Rina Hirano, the instructor of the dance club. You can just call me Rina Hirano."

Hui politely replied, "Yes, Hirano-sensei, my name is—"

"You don't need to say anything, I know you. You're the one who's known as the most beautiful school beauty in the history of Misaki High School—Kei Gasai, right!"

When Hui heard the teacher call her "the most beautiful school flower since the school was founded," she felt quite flattered, but also a little embarrassed: "Haha, as for being the school flower, although I am worthy of the title, it's just a title they made up out of boredom, so please don't take it to heart, teacher!"

"Forehead···"

Rina Hirano doubted her hearing. If she hadn't misheard, did Kei Gasai say, "I can take on that responsibility"?

Well, how could that be? I must have misheard.

"Did my wife's classmate study dance before?"

"I attended an extracurricular dance class for a while when I was in the first year of junior high school, and learned some basic dance skills, but I haven't done it since," Hui answered truthfully.

As for the more than ten years of dance training she inherited from Dong'er, regardless of the sweltering heat or freezing cold, day and night, Hui directly concealed it from her.

Hui Ke didn't want to take on any troublesome role like being the 'ace of the dance club'.

Rina Hirano said, "I understand, my wife. Come to the school's indoor gymnasium after school today, and I will introduce you to everyone in the dance club."

Hui bowed politely and said, "Thank you, teacher. Please guide me in the future!"

“Okay, my wife, please take care of me in the future.” Rina Hirano was very satisfied.

"Then, teacher, I'll be going now?"

"Okay, go ahead."

After Hui finished speaking, she said goodbye to Nakagawa Yuko and left the office to return to the classroom.

After Hui left.

Hirano Rina said to Nakagawa Yuko:

"Mr. Nakagawa, your classmate Gasai is really perfect."

I used to think that such a gifted student, who is beautiful and academically excellent, might be very self-centered, arrogant, and impolite.

Now that I've met my wife's classmate, I realize I was wrong. She has such a wonderful personality—respectful to teachers, humble, and polite!

"..."

As Nakagawa Yuko listened, something felt off. She wanted to argue, but upon reflection, it seemed that "Aside from not doing homework, not paying attention in class, and just loafing around waiting to graduate," was indeed being modest and polite.

'No, no, this troublemaker is all an act.'

"Sigh~" Nakagawa Yuko sighed inwardly and said helplessly to Hirano Rina, "Yes, Hirano-sensei is right."

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the other side,

When Hui returned to the classroom, it was almost time for class to start.

However, Hui noticed that something was amiss; most of the girls in the class seemed to be really looking forward to class.

Although Misaki High School has a good academic atmosphere, it's not so good that students are abnormally eager to attend classes.

On the contrary, it's normal for boys in the class to look so depressed and downcast, as if they've drunk a bowl of bitter melon juice.

Hui nudged Tachibana Akiko in front of her, and after Akiko turned around, she asked, "Tachibana-chan, why is everyone so excited?"

【Orange Jam】was a nickname given to Akiko Tachibana by Shoko Shimazu. Kei thought it sounded nice and just used it.

Akiko Tachibana didn't seem to mind the nickname "Orange Marmalade." She just looked at Kei with an "I knew it" look, as if Kei's performance was not unexpected, and explained, "The next class is taught by the school's new teacher, Yasuo Nagayama."

"Teacher Changshan? Oh, you must be the new teacher from yesterday. Does everyone like the new teacher that much?!"

Hui was a little confused.

Instead of answering directly, Akiko Tachibana asked Kei, "My dear wife, if there were a very handsome and talented man, would you like him?"

Upon hearing this, Hui glanced at Kōta beside her.

Seeing this, Akiko Tachibana quickly added, "That man isn't Fujiki-kun."

"Oh~~"

Hui answered, but in her heart she was thinking, 'Is Kōta handsome? He seems... probably... handsome!'

'So, do I like Kouta because he's handsome? No, no, no! How could I be that shallow woman who would like a man just because he's good-looking!'

Thinking of this, Hui replied, "I don't like it."

Akiko glanced at Kei, thinking to herself, 'Just as I thought.'

She continued, "What if this handsome man is also very rich? If I marry him, I can immediately jump into high society and not have to do anything else but think about how to spend money every day."

"I don't like it." As soon as Hui heard that it was about "money," she refused without hesitation.