I really don't want to have a girlfriend.

Chapter 82 Do you think every fart from a beautiful girl smells sweet?

Between the staircases on the first and second floors.

Isshiki Iroha pouted and stared at Tenkuji Yu with dissatisfaction, while he blinked innocently.

Why did you run away?!

"If I charged at you with a smelly sock, would you run away?"

"I didn't rinse! No, my socks don't smell at all!" Veins popped out on her smooth forehead as Iroha Isshiki pulled the crumpled socks out of her pocket again, approaching him with a cold expression. "If you don't believe me, senpai, come and smell them for yourself!"

"Stop." Yuu Tenkuji held out her hand to indicate "no," leaned against the wall, and said seriously, "If you come any closer, I'll yell."

As if she had never imagined she could push him to this point, her fair and rosy face glowed with excitement.

"Hiahiahia~" Iroha Isshiki grinned, laughing arrogantly as she tossed the girl's socks in her hand and uttered that classic line.

"Go ahead and scream! Scream until you're hoarse, no one will hear you!"

"No, there are people down there."

"..."

The situation suddenly shifted. Tenkuji Yu sneered and casually crossed his arms: "And if I were to shout now, 'I really have no interest in you, so stop doing this perverted thing!'... would everyone choose to believe you or believe me?"

Isshiki immediately put the socks back into her pocket, put her hands together, and obediently lowered her head, looking very well-behaved.jpg.

"Senior, I was wrong! I shouldn't have been so arrogant!"

"Eh~ What's the point of having police if apologies are enough?" Yuu Tenkuji examined her fingernails, deliberately drawing out her words with a smug smile of triumph. "Isn't there something even more appropriate to say right now? Like, 'Please spare me, I'll do anything you ask as long as you don't tell anyone' or something like that~"

Iroha looked up, and upon seeing his expression, she couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth and turning her head away.

"Pfft... Senior, are you imitating that hot girl who used perverted blackmail on that old man on the train? You're way too skilled at it!"

"This is a social problem. These days, even a wage slave has to be careful about being blackmailed by high school students. It's more than just miserable." Tenkuji Yu shrugged, putting away his affected manner and expressing his concern for the country and its people.

Isshiki Iroha waved her hand dismissively, saying, "That has nothing to do with you, Senpai, right? With your looks, even if you really became a pervert, it would only make the hot girls who dare to do that kind of thing happy."

"Hmm, that's hard to say." After resting his chin on his hand for half a second, Yuu Tenkuji said seriously, "It's like no matter how cute you are, Isshiki, if you rush at me with a smelly sock, I can't help but want to call for help."

Isshiki Iroha glared at him coldly: "Senior, could you please stop praising me while bringing up my smelly socks... my socks? It's so awkward. If you want to increase Isshiki's favor, please be more direct."

Yuu Tenkuji couldn't help but laugh, her tone slightly provocative: "Okay. Ayaha-chan is so cute, running around barefoot with wet socks is so adorable~"

After a few seconds of silence, as if finally giving up, the cute girl with short, flaxen hair sighed and lowered her head.

"senior……"

With a sudden stomp, she instantly shortened the distance between them, waving her delicate white hands excitedly.

"Take this high-five surprise attack!"

"Wait until you wash your hands before you eat!"

"I told you it wouldn't smell!"

"You think even a pretty girl's fart smells good?!"

"How can a senior talk to a cute junior like that!"

"No female student would wave her hand, which had just picked up a sock, and rush towards a handsome senior!"

"Ugh, senior, ugh! Stop right there! Just for a second! Please, just smell it! I promise it really won't stink!"

In conclusion, despite his humiliation and desperate attempts to prove himself, Isshiki Hatake ultimately failed to get close to Tenkuji Yu, dodging all attacks with his ghostly agility.

She could do nothing but huddle in the corner of the stairwell, panting and tearfully staring at her hands, muttering to herself:

"It doesn't smell bad, it wasn't sealed in for too long, it doesn't smell bad at all..."

"Alright, let's stop playing around here." Yuu patted her dejected head, speaking softly and reassuringly. "Don't take out your socks. You're still a lovely, fragrant girl. Have more confidence in yourself. Okay?"

"Really?" She looked up pitifully, like a little dog that had been kicked, hesitant to approach its owner.

“Of course.” Tenkuji Yu smiled gently, reached out and pulled her up from the ground. “I won’t lie to people unless it’s absolutely necessary, whether it’s to say something good or bad.”

"Mmm." As if the sun had come out after the rain, Isshiki nodded slightly, looking a little happier, as she was about to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

"and many more."

Stopping her, Yuu Tenkuji stuffed a handkerchief and alcohol into her hand, revealing his true nature as a warm-hearted man.

"Your hands have just touched a lot of germs, so it's best to avoid touching your eyes or even your face. Use my products to disinfect."

Isshiki Iroha: "..."

It's smelly and poisonous... While the socks are indeed not very clean, can you describe it like a double-explosive gas canister?!

I'd rather you lied to me!

Guys who like this kind of person are all masochists! Without exception!

……

After their usual bickering as senior and junior colleagues ended, the two chatted idly in the stairwell.

Because there was still some time before class, not many people passed by this staircase. However, Isshiki Hatake, who was chatting happily with him, was still occasionally looked at suspiciously, which made her blush and keep her distance from Tenkuji Yu.

"Senior, Xiao Zou is picked up and dropped off at school by her parents, so her shoes and socks won't get wet in the rain. Don't even think about it."

"Who's dreaming about something like that?" Tenkuji Yu tapped her on the head. "But you, how's your student council election going? Has it interfered with the class's cultural festival project?"

"Don't worry, everything went smoothly, as I said. There's not much left to do." Bored, she puffed out her cheeks, glanced at the crowd still gathered in the infirmary downstairs, then at his handsome profile, and continued casually:

"Now we just wait to take over and rule this school!"

"However, the reality is that you are just tools between teachers and students, hardworking 'student slaves'," Yuu Tenkuji said bluntly, spreading his hands.

Iroha Isshiki slapped him lightly, annoyed: "Please don't shatter a young girl's dream... Oh, right, senpai."

"how?"

"What exactly is your relationship with Yukinoshita-senpai, Yui-senpai, and those two people who appeared yesterday?"

Seizing the opportunity, she lowered her voice and asked naturally, following the flow of the atmosphere.

Yuya Tenkuji naturally replied, "It's because I won't tell you."

"..."

Damn it, what am I going to do if my senior is too smart?

Chapter 83 A Heart of Iron

When the tactic of taking advantage of a weakness failed, Isshiki Iroha decided to adapt to the situation and instead launch a direct assault.

"Senior, I'm just genuinely curious, and I also have a tiny bit of a gossip about your love life. I absolutely have no other bad intentions! Trust me!"

"Isn't that what you call having bad intentions? Even if I trusted you, I wouldn't tell you something like this. Give up."

"How can I tell you? Do you... want this?" Iroha rubbed her thumb and forefinger together, revealing a very mercenary expression, her actions full of suggestive meaning.

Yuu Tenkuji rolled her eyes and rubbed her fingers together like she did: "Then I'll give you more of this. How about you tell me all the boys you've liked since you were born?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Iroha Isshiki immediately crossed her arms warily and rattled off a string of words: "Senpai, are you trying to use money to pry into a girl's private life? I'm sorry, that's too insidious. I prefer to be more open and honest. If you really want to know, please just ask me. Although there's not much to say, I'll still tell you. Don't worry!"

She finished the sentence without even taking a breath, nodded with satisfaction, and casually brushed aside her short, flaxen hair.

"how?"

"So strong, too strong."

Yuu Tenkuji clapped her hands emotionlessly—despite her petite stature, she had a surprisingly large lung capacity.

It's a good place to blow up balloons.

"Don't worry, whether it's treacherous or honorable, I won't tell you a single word."

"Damn it, this defense is as solid as an iron wall, senior."

Clicking her tongue, Isshiki Hachiman was not surprised.

I didn't have high expectations to begin with, and I knew he had no reason to tell me something like that.

Ultimately, I was just curious; since he didn't want to talk about it, there was no need to keep asking.

Seeing that Iroha Isshiki was about to give up, Yuu Tenkuji smiled with relief.

"I just didn't feel the need to say it. Besides, as for the 'Iron Wall' thing, another senior of yours is more suitable..."

"Oh~" Iroha instantly understood who he was talking about, and her mouth slightly open as she made a sound of realization, "But senpai, no matter what that person is like, he can't be more 'Iron Wall' than you, right?"

"You can't use male standards to compare women."

Holding up a finger, Yuu Tenkuji adopted a serious tone, as if he were conducting a seminar, and earnestly explained, "Think about the other girls you met yesterday. It should be obvious which ones are soft and which ones are impenetrable, right?"

"Although I don't dislike her, and even think that's part of her unique charm, in terms of facts..."

"From a factual standpoint?"

"...Her unwavering will, like an iron wall, is reliable, but it also makes one worry about her. After all, the strongest is the most fragile."

After finishing speaking, Yuuki Tenkuji looked naturally at Yukino Yukinoshita, who had appeared behind them like a ghost, and spoke with gentle and affectionate eyes:

Good morning, darling.

"Good morning, darling... Tenkuji Yuu-san, you start showering me with sweet talk when you feel guilty."

A terrifying aura was brewing. Yukino Yukinoshita crossed her arms and gave him a cold smile.

"This topic seems interesting, can I join in?"

"No, it's not an interesting topic..."

Staring at those beautiful, murderous eyes, Tenkuji Yu was certain that she had already imagined herself being forced to kneel and apologize.

But then again, it's unbelievable that someone could actually be caught talking badly about someone behind their back...

"Good morning, senior!"

Beside her, Isshiki Hachiman hunched her shoulders and greeted her quietly.

At the same time, she quietly distanced herself from Yuuki Tenkuji to avoid being affected by the cold air.