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

"860"

"I hope that when the time comes, teacher... you won't run away."

Just as her hand, which was on the doorknob, was about to forcefully push open the door, Lynn's unhurried voice came leisurely from behind her.

"Kasumigaoka-san."

Her movements paused.

"Your heart is beating very fast."

boom--!

This extremely plain sentence exploded in her mind like a thunderclap!

Kasumigaoka Utaha's perfect, victorious smile froze on her face for a moment.

Lynn remained standing in the same spot, not even turning around to look at her, but simply gazing at the campus below, as if talking to herself.

“When you walked over here just now, it took seven steps, and your heart rate increased from 75 beats per minute to 128 beats per minute.”

"While I was speaking, it briefly calmed down to 110. But after you said 'Don't run away,' it spiked to 135."

He paused, then finally turned his head, his lazy eyes holding a faint smile as he calmly looked at her.

"The most important thing for a writer is honesty in the details."

"If you're going to write this story, remember... to record this data accurately as well."

"After all, a character who says one thing but means another is more charming, isn't he?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's brain completely shut down.

All her pretense, all her scheming, all her proud attacks were utterly crushed by a single sentence from this man.

He could even hear her heartbeat clearly?!

An indescribable sense of shame, enough to burn her to ashes, instantly shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head!

Her originally fair face turned bright red at a visible speed, starting from her neck and spreading all the way to her ears, like a boiled shrimp.

She could no longer maintain her composure, unable to utter a single word of rebuttal. She abruptly pushed open the iron gate, almost staggering, and fled without looking back from this place that had utterly defeated her.

Watching that disheveled and hurried figure disappear behind the iron gate, Lynn slowly chuckled and shook his head.

"The more aggressive the outward offensive, the more vulnerable the heart... is it?"

"What an interesting writer, one who is both outwardly and inwardly contradictory."

……

As evening fell, the setting sun cast its last rays upon the teaching building of Zongwu High School, casting long, languid shadows.

The commotion before the school festival hadn't subsided; it had simply transformed into an irrepressible excitement and restlessness belonging to the youth.

It gurgled like boiling water in every corner of the campus.

As students left school in twos and threes, this restlessness materialized into concrete whispers and discussions, tinged with hormones.

"Hey, who are you planning to invite to dance the first dance at the bonfire party tomorrow?" A boy nudged his companion with his elbow, a mischievous grin on his face.

"No doubt about it, it's Yukinoshita from Class 1-F!"

Her companion looked on with longing. "Even though I feel like I'd be frozen solid just by getting close, that's Yukino Yukinoshita!"

"Don't even dream about it! I think Yui-hama from our class is cuter! Her smile is like a little sun, so healing!"

“Your vision is too limited!” another voice chimed in, tinged with a hint of smugness.

"If you ask me, Sawamura from Class C of the first year of the art club is the real gem! Those golden twin tails and that arrogant expression are absolutely perfect for me!"

"Come on, that young lady seems even harder to deal with than Yukinoshita."

Just then, a boy spoke softly, his voice filled with suppressed excitement, as if he were challenging the final boss.

"Your goals are all too ordinary."

Everyone was taken aback by his words and turned to look at him.

"Have you forgotten the true god-level target?"

The air was silent for a moment, then everyone reacted, their faces showing a mixture of longing and despair.

"You mean..."

“That’s right,” the boy pushed up his glasses, his lenses reflecting a gleam of intelligence, “that’s the transfer student with snow-white hair who’s always by Ms. Lynn’s side!”

"Wow—!" A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

"That girl who's as delicate as a doll?!"

"Win her over? Don't be ridiculous!" someone immediately retorted in despair.

"Let alone the menacing 'Silver Moon Knights,' just look at that 'absolute defensive circle around her brother,' an ordinary person would be frozen by the aura if they got within three meters! And she can't see anyone else except Teacher Lynn!"

"That's right, that level of difficulty isn't just 'hellish,' it's more like 'even gods would shake their heads and turn away'!"

Similar conversations took place in various corners of the campus.

The smell of paint and glue hadn't completely dissipated in the air, but it was already covered by another, hotter, sweeter odor—

That was the hormones called "youth," warming up for tomorrow night's unspoken hunting ground.

Bonfire Party

……

Lynn was preparing to keep his promise and, along with Kasugano Sora, who had been clinging to him all day, and Yuigahama Yui, who had somehow followed along as well, embarked on their journey home.

Just then, the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from afar, carrying an aura that could not be ignored.

"Lynn!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka walked over in a flurry of activity.

Today, she was unusually not wearing her white lab coat, but a smart women's suit. However, with her bold and unrestrained temperament, she looked like she was about to start a fight no matter what she wore.

She slammed a document into Lynn's hand, her face showing a mixture of sympathy and annoyance at her mishap.

"Thank you for your hard work in issuing this top-level directive from the principal."

Lynn took the document, opened it, and involuntarily raised her eyebrows.

"Compilation and Analysis Report on Outstanding School Festival Projects of Zongwu High School in the Past".

Goodness, this title is as long as an old lady's foot binding cloth.

The content is even more substantial!

He was asked to compile information on all the outstanding projects from Soubu High School's school festivals over the past ten years.

Then categorize them and compile them into a well-organized report.

Its purpose is to receive officials from the Municipal Education Commission who will be visiting tomorrow.

This workload will take at least a day or two to complete.

Moreover, this job should be done by the student union or the academic affairs office, so how did it end up being assigned to a Chinese language teacher?

"Why me?" Lynn waved the documents in her hand.

"Who knows what that old man was thinking." Hiratsuka Shizuka shrugged, took out a women's cigarette from her pocket, but after glancing at the student next to her, she reluctantly put it back.

"I was planning to ask you out for a drink tonight to celebrate the successful preparations for the school festival, but it seems... the plan is off."

She patted Lynn on the shoulder, her tone full of "Take care, brother."

"Keep it up, I believe in you. This is the principal's recognition of your abilities!"

She herself didn't believe what she said.

Lynn knew exactly what was going on. It was simply that the principal felt resentful because he had been too idle lately and had too much prestige among the students, so he wasn't being given anything to do.

A teacher who was parachuted into Zongwu High School at the young age of twenty, with a mysterious background, who slacks off at work, yet can still easily solve a funding problem of 150 million...

—He looks like a super-connected person who's here to experience life.

Not giving them a good talking-to or some dirty work would really violate the basic principle of balance that a great educator should have.

Lynn originally intended to simply throw the document back, say "I'm sorry, I can't comply," and then walk away gracefully.

But then I thought about it again, and realized that I was able to become a full-fledged teacher at Zongwu High School so easily, which was indeed thanks to that seemingly kind-faced but actually wicked old principal.

Eat people with short mouths, and take people softly.

Never mind, consider it repaying a favor.

"Ugh……"

Lynn let out a perfectly timed sigh, filled with the bitterness of a corporate slave, folded the document, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Seeing his helpless yet resigned expression, Hiratsuka Shizuka felt a pang of pity.

After finishing up here, Lynn turned around and looked at the two girls who were staring at him expectantly.

Kasugano Sora's face was filled with unhappiness; her small lips were slightly pouting, and her gray eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, as if it would rain at any moment.

Yui Yuigahama, on the other hand, looked worried, like a puppy concerned for its owner.

Lynn's expression softened instantly. He knelt down and gently patted Qiong's head.

"Sora, your brother has some work to take care of. Why don't you and Yui go home first, okay?"

"No." Qiong's voice was soft but firm, her small hands gripping Lynn's clothes tightly.

She was clearly eager to get back home and have sex.

For her, regular "recharging" is very important!

"Be good, I'll be back soon."

Lynn's voice carried an irresistible gentleness. "I won't keep you waiting too long."

He tried to calm her down for a while before Qiong reluctantly nodded.

Lynn stood up, turned her gaze to Yui Yuigahama beside her, took out a few brand-new Fukuzawa Yukichi bills from her wallet, and stuffed them into her hand.

Yui Yuigahama waved her hands hastily, as if she'd been burned: "No, no, Ms. Lynn! How can I take your money! This isn't the first or second time!"

“Take it.” Lynn’s tone left no room for argument, but his eyes were gentle.

"Take Sora out for a nice meal tonight, and bring Mrs. Yuihama along too. Don't just eat anything casually."

He paused, then spoke softly in a way that was unprecedentedly intimate:

"Yui, I'm entrusting Sora to your care."

boom--

The name "Yui" was like two small, sweet bombs that exploded in Yui Yuigahama's mind.

Her cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, spreading from her cheeks to her ears and then to her fair neck.

My brain went blank instantly; my CPU almost burned out.

Lin...Lin En, he...he called me...Yui?

Not Yuigahama-san, not that surname with a polite distance, but... Yui?

A tremendous, indescribable sense of happiness, like the rising tide on a summer evening, instantly overwhelmed her heart.

It made her feel light and airy, as if she were walking on clouds.

She stood there dumbfounded, her lips involuntarily curving upwards into a perfect, template-worthy silly grin, her signature bun bob swaying back and forth, as happy as a child who had won the whole world.

"Okay, okay! Leave it to me! I'll definitely take good care of Qiong!"

She snapped out of her daze, straightened her back, and solemnly promised, her voice rising eight octaves with excitement.

Although Sora was still reluctant to part, seeing her brother's obvious trust in Yui, she simply watched quietly and said nothing more.

She silently took Yui Yuigahama's hand, and the soft touch made Yui Yuigahama shudder. She immediately gripped her hand back, her palms sweaty.

Lynn watched the two girls walk away hand in hand, one as lively as a little sun, the other as quiet as moonlight, their figures surprisingly harmonious.

A sinister smile, the meaning of which was difficult to discern, appeared on his face.

……