In the anime, Ai Li's father really doesn't want to be a yellow-haired man

This week was when Xiaosan felt the most free and relaxed. He could do anything he pleased under the guise of work, with no relationships to maintain and no one to offend. This was the kind of free life that office workers dreamed of.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun cast an orange-red glow over the campus. Xiaosan returned to his dorm. The moment he opened the door and saw the luxurious single room inside, he shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Our government really doesn't take taxpayers' money seriously."

Xiao San flung himself down on the soft bed, his entire body seeming to sink into a cloud. His cheek pressed against the softness of the bed, his arms stretched out, his legs casually crossed. He looked thoroughly enjoying himself, a look of contentment and ease on his face, as if all his fatigue had vanished in that moment... He seemed to have shed his former maturity and truly resembled a 15-year-old boy, freed of all burdens.

"Master, you seem to be indulging yourself a little too much. This is nothing like your old self." Altria's figure suddenly appeared, and she said after she had released her invisible state, with a hint of seriousness and reproach on her beautiful face.

"Is that so?" Xiaosan turned his head and glanced at Altria lazily.

Looking at Takashi's nonchalant attitude, Altria sighed helplessly, with a hint of heartache and worry in her eyes.

"Master, you're under a lot of pressure. I understand. After all, it's all because of me," Altria said slowly, her expression firm, as if she had made some kind of resolution. Then, she unbuttoned her cuffs and rolled up her sleeves. "How about this? I'll help Master relax a little."

Takashi San said "Hmm?" in confusion and was about to say something, but Altria had already come behind Takashi San and knelt on his back without hesitation.

"Master, don't move, just leave your body to me." As soon as Altria finished speaking, a powerful force came instantly.

There was a "click".

For Xiaosan, it was a pain that seemed to touch his soul, like an electric current instantly running through his body. His facial features were twisted in pain, and he almost let out a shrill scream in his throat... because it really hurt.

Altria looked at Xiao San's face twisted in pain and suddenly panicked, looking at a loss. "I'm sorry, Master, I... can't control my strength well."

"My hand...is dislocated." Xiaosan clenched his teeth tightly and squeezed out these words with difficulty.

Altria said confidently, "I'll help Master connect, leave it to me." Her firm tone revealed unquestionable determination.

Without waiting for Takashi San to react, Altria acted quickly.

There was another "crack," and Xiao San felt another wave of intense pain sweep over him. He couldn't help but groan in pain. But fortunately, his arm had finally returned to normal. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression gradually eased.

Takashi San slowly sat up, his eyes falling on Altria, and he saw her face full of guilt... The face of the originally heroic British girl was now filled with self-blame and regret.

"It's okay, Saber, I already feel your kindness." Xiao San said with a smile, his voice gentle and full of comfort, trying to soothe Altria's emotions.

"I clearly wanted to make the Master relax, but it ended up having the opposite effect," Altria said with her head lowered.

Takashi San stood up and gently touched Altria's head, "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry too much, my body is too fragile." His eyes were full of pampering, just like how he treated Ellie (crossed out).

"Master is always like this..." Artoria lowered her head, her smooth golden bangs obscuring her expression. Her voice was filled with an indescribable complex emotion. "After all, if it weren't for me, Master wouldn't be under such great financial pressure. In fact, Master, you don't have to accommodate me like this. As a Heroic Spirit, I only need a sufficient supply of magic power, not so much expensive food." Her shoulders trembled slightly, as if she was holding something back. "I..."

From the moment she became King Arthur, she abandoned her human identity. A king does not wallow in sorrow; a king does not cry in weakness; a king upholds the way of chivalry; a king is obsessed with victory... But, ultimately, she is still human.

The comfortable modern city life, three months of daily companionship (three months 1145 million/1 stay), constant reliance on and obedience to Xiao San... all of this has melted the king's frozen heart. Before becoming king, Altria was just an ordinary girl (a village girl from Orleans/bushi).

Her actions today seemed illogical at first glance, but they were a reflection of the emotions she had suppressed for so long... As a king, she was unquestionable; as a servant, her combat power was overwhelmingly strong; but only Altria lacked the confidence as a woman.

Being evaluated like that by Takashi's mother would shake her heart...

She also gets jealous when she sees Xiao San being too intimate with other women...

Men have an instinct to show off their masculinity, and women naturally have an instinct to show off their femininity. In short, she also wants to do something "a woman can do."

Altria's body trembled slightly, "I..." Just when she wanted to continue, Xiaosan held Altria's shoulders firmly with both hands, slowly bent down, and looked at her very gently.

"Listen to me." Xiao San said softly, and his voice was like the spring breeze, gentle and warm.

Altria's eyes were shining with crystal light, as clear as lake water, reflecting Takashi San's gentle face.

"I do like you. You're my Servant, so it's my responsibility to meet your needs. And you've already helped me so much. You can do things that no one else in this world can... You don't have to feel like you owe me anything. I'm the one who should feel guilty," Takashi said with a sincere and serious look. The emotional intelligence of the otherworldly hero combined with the beauty and charm of Tendo Souji is a surefire combination.

Although Takashi San said so much with the simple purpose of "calming down Artoria's emotions", Artoria seemed to have only heard the first sentence "I like you"... Her eyes widened instantly, and her originally crystal clear eyes were now full of surprise and disbelief. A touching blush appeared on her face, and her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

"Are you serious?" Altria asked with a trembling voice, her tone full of anticipation and nervousness, her delicate body trembling slightly.

Xiao San nodded, his eyes extremely serious, his deep eyes full of determination.

Altria could no longer suppress her excitement and threw herself into Takashi's arms. She hugged him tightly, as if she was afraid that all this was just an illusory dream. Tears welled up in her eyes, but a happy smile bloomed on her face.

Kozo patted Altria's back gently, trying to calm her agitated emotions.

Altria was incredibly strong, and Takashi could clearly feel the discomfort of those slender hands squeezing his body, like a vise, making even his breathing difficult (Type-Moon Heavy Industries Features.jpg). But at the same time, he could smell Altria's faint, enchanting fragrance, a unique blend of floral and fresh air... This was what they called "pain and pleasure," wasn't it?

"I receive your kindness. I love you, too, Master." Altria said in a very soft voice... that voice was like a breeze brushing against her ears, gentle yet full of affection. Her cheek pressed against Takashi's chest, listening to the heartbeat that filled her with a sense of security and dependence.

For Altria, the last veil between them had been ripped apart. She no longer had any concerns or hidden desires, her heart filled with peace and happiness. The emotions she had been suppressing deep within her were finally released without reservation.

When Kozo heard what Altria said, he was stunned. "While it seems to be okay,...something feels off."

Altria slowly raised her head, her eyes as gentle as water, looking directly at Xiao San, "Master, can I call you by your name?" Her voice was soft and a little cautious.

"Of course." Xiao San replied with a smile.

"Xiao San." Altria called out the name softly.

"Yeah." Xiao San responded.

Altria continued, "You can call me by my name now."

"Yes, Altria," Takashi San responded softly, his eyes never leaving her face.

Altria's face flushed slightly, her eyes gleaming with happiness.

Chapter 33: 032 Daily Life of Jikyo (Part ): The Rift in the Relationship of the Yukinoshita Couple

Altria looked at Xiao San, her eyes becoming increasingly hazy, as if she were lost in a deep dream. Her once clear eyes were now as hazy as mist, gleaming with indescribable emotions that made her intoxicated and unable to extricate herself.

Women may not like money. However, every moment that touches a woman and every desire that she desires is achieved through money. This is the truth.

Artoria opened her lips slightly, and was about to move forward. Her delicate lips trembled slightly, exuding a charming charm. Suddenly, her eyes became as sharp as a knife, "Xiao San, someone is coming."

Altria gradually transformed into a spirit and disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, Xiaosan heard the subtle movement of the balcony window being opened. The "creaking" sound was particularly clear in the silent room. He looked towards the balcony.

Kozo saw Hayasaka Ai walking in. Unlike her usual school uniform, she was now wearing a maid's work uniform... The slim design perfectly outlined her figure, and the hem of her skirt swayed gently, adding a bit of agile beauty.

"Sure enough, this school is a bit troublesome." Hayasaka said with a slight frown as he dusted himself off. There was a hint of worry and helplessness in his expression.

At this time, Hayasaka noticed the way Kozo was looking at her, and said calmly: "Don't worry, there are surveillance cameras in the elevators and corridors here. It took me a long time to figure out the blind spots of the surveillance here." Her tone was calm.

This was indeed a trivial matter for her, just one of the many skills she possessed...At the age of 16, Hayasaka Ai became one of the top 200 million out of million workers in Japan.But for the working class, an annual salary of million is not so easy to get.

Takashi San sighed, adjusted his mood, and then asked gently: "Miss Hayabusa, what can I do for you?"

"Of course, you don't think I'm as idle as you, do you?" Hayasaka said coldly with a blank expression, his tone full of disdain.

Xiao San scratched his cheek and smiled awkwardly. "How could that be?" Then he walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and turned to ask, "Do you want any drinks?"

Hayasaka ignored him and said, "I'm here for work. It's been a week. What do you think of this school?" Her eyes were fixed on Kozo, her expression serious and focused.

"What do you think?" Xiao San held his chin, looked up at the ceiling, and fell into thought.

Although Xiaosan doesn't like to judge people by their first impression, this school and its students did give him a bad first impression.

Tokyo Metropolitan Koukou Ikusei High School can be considered a pilot project within the Japanese government's "High-Quality Education Development" initiative. In Takashi's eyes, it is as follows:

This school employs a Vitality Curve approach. This approach, originally coined by Jack Welch of General Electric in the 1s, aims to maximize human potential through competitive elimination. This last-place elimination system is widely used in South Korea, often cited as a key reason why South Korean society lacks human compassion, is rife with social Darwinism and hostility, and faces a declining birthrate far more severe than Japan's. Can this educational approach cultivate the talent that will power Japan's future? Or will it exacerbate the deterioration of Japan's social environment?

2. Each class has 40 students, and each grade has four classes. Given the "performance-based" approach, isn't it true that the annual graduate population is only around 4? Setting aside the ethical debate, "producing dozens of geniuses each year" seems worthwhile. But is it because "these dozens of students would have thrived in other, more skewed schools" or is it because "this school's education alone produces these dozens of top students"? Setting aside the ethical criticism, isn't this school's scale, facilities, and high-quality student output efficiency a waste of educational resources?

This reminded Kozo of the Etajima Naval Academy in the movie.

Tokyo Metropolitan Koudou Ikusei High School is a national high school located in Tokyo, Japan. Known for its state-of-the-art facilities and 100% employment rate, it aims to cultivate young people who will support the future. Among his classmates is the sublime Hirata Yosuke.

The Etajima Naval Academy, located in Etajima City, Hiroshima Prefecture, was the principal officer academy of the former Imperial Japanese Navy. Founded in 1869, it is known as the "cradle of the former Japanese Navy" and boasts a friendly, older generation, never boasting of a 100% employment rate. Among their classmates was the somewhat eccentric Ichirō Hirata.

The degree of coincidence is 114514.

3. Only students who have been recommended by their secondary schools and have passed strict examinations by highly educated colleges can be admitted. Students without secondary school recommendations cannot enter this school. Admission is not based on examinations.

During this week, Xiao San quickly discovered this:

Private conversations during class, sleeping, being late, being absent...

This is the norm in Class D (some people in Class C do this too).

My own indulgence is actually...

Good student?

This can't be described as "uneven student quality." Almost half of the students in the two freshman classes are like this. It seems to contradict the concept of "Social Darwinian education" in every way.

Performance appraisal?

Let students know the value of money?

Can China’s technical schools do that?

The so-called supremacy of "merit," opposition to pedigree... yet the self-contradictory adoption of a recommendation system? This school's constant emphasis on "merit" always gives off the vibe of a corporate culture concocted by a third-rate corporation. The concept is vague, and much of it feels like the self-righteous brilliance of politicians and bureaucrats, but upon closer inspection, it doesn't hold up to scrutiny. It seems their graduates don't demonstrate any superior "merit" to those of other high-deviation schools. Do they possess any "achievements" to speak of?

At least at this stage, based on the currently available information, Xiaosan can only give this evaluation.

Hayasaka looked at Kozo who was lost in thought and thought he would have some profound advice. "What do you think?" Her tone was full of urging.

"Ah..." Takashi San finally realized what was happening and replied with a slightly embarrassed smile, "It's a pretty good school, I guess."

"So, for now?" Such a perfunctory and hasty answer made Hayasaka's face darken instantly, and she became even more disgusted with Kozo. Her eyes were filled with disdain and dissatisfaction, as if she was looking at a hopeless person.

"I'll be back to report to Kaguya-san about the situation here and your progress. You'll be fine," Hayasaka said coldly, her gaze devoid of any warmth. She turned and prepared to leave, seemingly unwilling to stay any longer. (Japanese high schools end around 3:00 PM, followed by club activities. Hayasaka Ai declined all club activities. Normally, after school, he would have to rush back to the mansion to work, so today was actually a bit late for her.)

In a brightly lit convenience store, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was strolling through the shelves, choosing items. His gaze strayed by and happened to spot Horikita Suzune standing in front of the shelf with the cheapest items, her face full of confusion and hesitation.

"There's no need to dwell on it for so long, right? After all, the school gave us 10 yuan, so just pick one." Ayanokouji walked up and started a conversation. His tone was flat, and there wasn't much expression on his face.

"Another disgusting coincidence." Horikita Suzune frowned slightly and said with some disgust.

At this moment, the doorbell of the convenience store rang crisply. Ayanokouji subconsciously looked over and saw Kozo walking into the store.

"How rare." Ayanokouji murmured softly.

Ayanokouji watched intently...Takashi San picked up a few things at the door of the store, then walked to the cashier without hesitation to pay and left.

"So casual." Ayanokouji couldn't help but complain.

Horikita glanced at Ayanokouji with disdain in her eyes, "You really do like to pay attention to other people's affairs. Do you have a habit of prying into other people's affairs?"

Ayanokouji continued to look in the direction where Kozo left, his eyes as calm as water. "I just feel like I've never seen him use points before."

"Really? Maybe you just can't control yourself." Horikita said lightly. She was only focused on the ingredient list of the conditioner in her hand, and there was still not much expression on her face.

"Since arriving in the class, he hasn't spoken to anyone, and no one dares to talk to him... His hostility towards people is as strong as yours." Ayanokouji's expression remained calm.

Horikita closed her eyes and said, "Don't confuse me with that potentially violent person who exudes danger. I just think there's no need to waste time with insignificant people." Her tone was filled with dissatisfaction and disgust.

After quickly selecting the items, Horikita walked towards the checkout counter without looking back.

Ayanokouji watched Horikita's receding figure and murmured, "Maybe you two are really the same."

On the way back to the dorm, Takashi San walked slowly, alone, his figure slender and long. He lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on the balance on his phone: 98660. "That should be enough... It would be a bit unusual to not spend a cent."

1 point ≈ 1 yen. "A hundred thousand yen a month to spend recklessly" is rare for a Japanese high school student. But for Kozo... well, when he was a baby, he'd received a system bonus of 10 yen every month. Now, just feeding Altria daily costs that much. 10 yen is nothing to Kozo (the price of keeping Sarge).

After returning to Miss Kaguya's mansion, Hayasaka became busy without stopping for a moment... She shuttled between rooms, carefully checking every detail, arranging and directing the work of other servants in an orderly manner, with a serious expression on her face all the time.

Whenever there are guests visiting, she will immediately put on a warm and polite smile, entertain them attentively, and ensure that everything is perfect.

In this way, Hayasaka kept busy until night fell and the lights came on.

Coming out of Kaguya-san's room, Hayasaka looked up at the clock on the wall. It had already reached 11 p.m. She sighed helplessly and muttered to herself, "Kaguya-san is still as nagging as ever today." Her tired voice echoed softly in the empty hallway.

She rubbed her temples and walked towards her room with slightly heavy steps.

After returning to her room, Hayasaka gently closed the door, walked to the desk and picked up the dedicated phone.

She took a deep breath and began to report in detail to the people of the Shinomiya family about Miss Kaguya's every word and action, as well as the progress of Yukinoshita Kozo's work... Her tone was serious and clear, and she did not miss any details, and tried her best to convey the information she had accurately.

After finishing all this, Hayasaka finally dragged her exhausted body into the bathroom. Tired from a long day's work, she stood under the shower, the warm water flowing like silk over her skin. Glistening water droplets slid down her hair, flowing over her cheeks, neck... her fair calves, and plump toes.

Hayasaka couldn't help but picture Kozo... She'd observed him closely over the past week (she thought). Kozo had done almost nothing except slacking off at school and then returning to the dorm, repeating the same old routine. While he might have some agenda, he seemed genuinely relaxed.

Whenever I think of his relaxed and comfortable appearance, I can't help but feel a nameless fire welling up in my heart, and I feel angry for no reason. Obviously, this wasn't the case before.

Zaoban frowned and bit his lips. Under the rush of water, the feeling of stuffiness became stronger and stronger, as if it could not be dispelled no matter what.

"Well, forget it. I can retire in just ten more years." Hayasaka thought to herself, tilting her head back slightly and letting the water hit her face, trying to calm her somewhat irritable mood.

At the same time, the Yukinoshita family was swept by turbulent waves.

In that spacious and luxurious villa, the Yukinoshita couple was having a fierce quarrel... The two people who were usually steady and dignified, at this moment, their faces turned red with anger, and their eyes were full of rage.

"...Anyway, don't worry about this matter. I have made up my mind. This is also for the future of our family." Mr. Yukinoshita said loudly, his voice echoing in the empty room with an unquestionable tough attitude.

Under Mrs. Yukinoshita's gaze, Mr. Yukinoshita suddenly turned around and slammed the door without hesitation. The loud noise echoed in the silent house.

The moment the door was slammed shut, Mrs. Yukinoshita's body trembled slightly.