I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

"It's like a funeral."

All eyes turned to them.

When Yukino Yukinoshita saw him, a barely perceptible ripple flashed in her cold eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Ms. Lynn, the meeting is in progress."

"Really?" Lynn walked straight to her side, naturally pulled up a chair and sat down, casually picked up a rejected proposal from the table and glanced at it.

It's the "Campus Idol Project" of that seaside comprehensive high school.

"The rejection was...too direct." Lynn threw the proposal back onto the table.

Yukino Yukinoshita frowned almost imperceptibly: "The input-output ratio of this proposal is too low, and it will disrupt the overall rhythm, so it is an invalid proposal."

"The idea is correct, but the method is wrong," Lynn commented bluntly.

"Are you solving a problem or creating an enemy?"

Yukino Yukinoshita's lips moved, as if she wanted to refute, but she couldn't find the words.

Lynn stopped looking at her and turned her gaze to the president of the Seaside General Association, Yu Sheng, whose face had turned a deep purplish-red.

"The idol project is very interesting."

Yu Sheng was taken aback, not expecting that the legendary "solutionist" would affirm him.

“But,” Lynn changed the subject, “there are no seats left on the main stage. However, I have a better idea.”

He leaned back slightly, his whole body resting against the back of his chair, and said in a casual tone, "Have you ever heard of a flash mob?"

"Flash mob?"

“That’s right.” Lynn snapped his fingers.

"Move the stage to the commercial street and suddenly stage a few idol surprise performances when the foot traffic is at its highest."

"The performance doesn't need to be long, five minutes is enough, but it will definitely generate a lot of buzz."

He paused, then added a fatally tempting sentence: "This way, you won't be bound by the overall budget of the school festival, and you can also attract sponsorships separately in the shopping district, and you might even make a fortune. How about it, are you interested?"

Yu Sheng's eyes lit up instantly.

The way the representatives from the other schools looked at Lynn had completely changed.

This old 860th Division Commander Lynn... he not only resolved the conflict instantly, but also created a brand new win-win solution out of thin air!

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at Lynn with a complicated expression.

She pursued the ultimate "correctness," while this man always managed to achieve a more perfect result than her in the most "effortless" way.

This feeling left her both frustrated and...unable to look away.

Hachiman Hikigaya silently rolled his eyes, his mind already flooded with comments.

(See? This is the mindset of a top player. Not only did they resolve the conflict, but they also conveniently drew up an even bigger pie, ensuring everyone was satisfied.)

(Yukinoshita, oh Yukinoshita, you're still at least a hundred times the brain capacity of Yuihama to reach this man's level.)

Lynn poured himself a glass of water, then, as if suddenly remembering something, slapped his forehead.

"Speaking of which, I read a book about hotel management a few days ago, and there was a rather interesting little story in it."

He completely ignored the crowd who were still in shock and began to speak on his own.

"They say there's a world-class hotel whose service standards include a very strange rule—"

"...The timing for handing a hot towel to a guest must be the moment when the guest puts down their luggage and first takes their eyes off it."

"Many people don't understand and think this is unnecessary."

"But the hotel's founder said that moment is when guests are relieved of their travel fatigue and need a touch of warmth and care the most."

"...What we offered was not a towel, but a signal that 'I understand you'."

"Also, they will remember if a guest mentions casually that they are allergic to a certain type of pollen, and they will change the fresh flowers in the room in advance next time."

Lynn took a sip of water and concluded with a casual remark.

"Therefore, the ultimate goal of service is never efficiency, but experience."

After saying that, he put down his water glass and waved to everyone.

"Alright, the matter is resolved, and the story is over. You can get back to work."

Then, he just walked away casually.

After he left, the entire conference room fell into an eerie silence.

The tense expressions on the faces of the representatives from other schools, who had been under great pressure, visibly relaxed. They looked at Lynn's departing figure with eyes full of gratitude and respect.

This teacher, known as the "Lazy God of Zongwu High School," truly lived up to his reputation.

Yukino Yukinoshita, on the other hand, was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

The ultimate goal of service... is not efficiency, but experience?

She instantly understood Lynn's unspoken meaning.

The process she designed was like a cold, highly efficient machine, requiring everyone to become a precise cog in the machine.

But she forgot that gears wear out, and people need warmth.

A sense of shame welled up from the bottom of my heart.

She was once again subtly exposed by this man for her most fatal flaw.

Yui Yuigahama, who was standing at the door, was about to wave to Lynn when she saw him come out. However, Lynn put his index finger to his lips and made a "shh" gesture.

Lynn didn't want to disturb Yukino's self-reflection, as it was a necessary step in her growth.

He quietly placed a bag of snacks and hot coffee, which he had just bought from a vending machine, on the windowsill at the entrance of the service department, then turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor with Qiong, who was waiting for him at the door.

……

Half an hour later, the meeting finally ended in a relaxed atmosphere.

Yukino Yukinoshita felt a wave of mental exhaustion. She rubbed her temples and went to the window for some fresh air.

Then, she saw the inconspicuous paper bag on the windowsill.

She reached out and picked it up. Inside were several cans of still-warm hot coffee and a large amount of snacks, including several packets of her usual mild-flavored biscuits.

Yukino Yukinoshita was taken aback at first.

Then she understood.

On that pretty face that was always cold and aloof, the corners of her mouth curved into a very faint smile that she herself did not even notice.

A warm current, silently, flowed into my heart.

That man is always like that.

Doing the most meticulous things in the most casual way.

……

As noon approached, the noise and excitement on campus only intensified.

Qiong heard from somewhere that the "Golden Legend Crepe" was the hardest limited item to buy at this school festival, and that it was currently open for tasting. Without hesitation, she decided to go and snag one for Lynn.

In her words, it was—"This time, it's my turn to take care of Onii-chan!"

Lynn was happy to have some free time, so she wandered around the campus by herself and eventually ended up outside the temporary art studio of the art department.

This place has been temporarily requisitioned as the headquarters for promotional materials for the school festival. The air is filled with the smell of turpentine and acrylic paint. Huge stain-proof cloths are laid on the ground, and several students wearing old school uniforms stained with paint are working hard.

At the very center of the crowd, one figure stood out conspicuously.

Her golden twin ponytails traced two bright arcs in the air as she directed, her delicate face showing a hint of impatient urging, her fair fingers tapping and pressing on the drawing board, displaying the domineering presence of a professional.

It was none other than Eriri Sawamura, the ace of the Soubu High School Art Department.

She was pointing out and criticizing a classmate's work.

"How many times have I told you! The perspective here is wrong! Do you want people looking at this poster to get neck pain? Redraw it!"

"And you, are you trying to make everyone's eyes commit mass eye suicide with this color scheme? Saturation, do you even understand saturation?!"

Her queen-like aura silenced the surrounding students.

However, when Lynn appeared at the studio door, the little queen's aura deflated instantly, like a balloon punctured by a needle.

Her body visibly stiffened for a moment.

The commander's finger froze in mid-air, and a fleeting look of panic flashed across his beautiful blue eyes.

Why is he here? !

Did he see how fierce I looked just now? Does he think I'm a troublesome woman?

Eriri hasn't seen him since he taught her a lesson with his amazing sketching skills at the art club.

She said, "She's just a Mandarin teacher who happens to be good at drawing," but in her heart, she had already secretly kept that sketch and studied it every day.

My heartbeat went completely off-beat, like a startled fawn thrashing wildly in my chest.

She subconsciously tidied her bangs, then quickly turned her head, pretending to be intently examining another canvas, while keeping a close eye on the leisurely approaching figure out of the corner of her eye.

How to do how to do?

He's coming! Should we say hello?

No, that would be too deliberate! It would make it seem like I care about him a lot!

Yes, just pretend you didn't see me! I'm Eriri Sawamura, a genius and beautiful painter, I wouldn't take the initiative to talk to a teacher!

She maintained a haughty profile, but inside she felt like hundreds of cats were scratching at the wall.

Seeing that Lynn's steps didn't stop at all, as if she was just passing by and would soon disappear completely from her sight...

Ying Lili was anxious.

No! How can he just leave like that! He hasn't even seen what I've accomplished these past few days!

In a flash, she turned around abruptly, as if she had just noticed Lynn at the door, her face instantly displaying just the right amount of surprise.

"Hey? Isn't this Teacher Lynn? I didn't expect to run into you here."

She puffed out her not-so-full chest like a proud little lion, raised her chin, and pointed to the completed promotional posters on the wall behind her in a somewhat boastful tone.

"How about it? Our art department's level is not bad, right? This is a work that I personally supervised."

That expression, that slightly upturned corner of his mouth—every detail was frantically hinting at the same thing.

Praise me! Praise me now!

Lynn almost burst out laughing when she saw her "Look at me, I'm so awesome" expression.

This loser leader is consistently performing well, unchanged.

He didn't point it out, his gaze falling on the posters.

To be fair, the quality is indeed very high.

With its bold composition, bright colors, and dynamic characters, this poster is brimming with youthful energy and is definitely top-notch among many school festival posters.

“Hmm, very good,” Lynn said.

Eriri's eyes lit up instantly, anticipating further praise.

“Especially this one,” Lynn pointed to one of the posters depicting magical girls in battle.

"The motion capture of the character is very accurate. The movement of the skirt and hair conveys the trajectory of the wind, and the lines are clean and crisp. It's obvious that the supervisor has a very solid foundation."

Precision!

Every compliment was precisely aimed at Eriri's proudest and most meticulous details!

This feeling was more satisfying to her than a hundred "You're so amazing" compliments.

To have someone you respect affirm your expertise with their professional perspective is simply the most wonderful thing in the world!

Eriri blushed with pride, her twin tails swaying slightly as if she were having a good time, but she still maintained her composure.

"Hmph, of course! Don't you know who I am!"

However, Lynn's next words instantly froze the smug look on her face.