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

Because every out-of-control note is like youth itself, full of unbridled vitality.

In the corridors of the teaching building, each class's booth was making its final push.

At the entrance of the haunted house, several students were applying fluorescent paint to a skull model;

Behind the curtain of the maid café, a heated debate among the girls about the length of their skirts could be heard.

The takoyaki griddle was preheated, and the aroma of the sauce began to waft out.

The air was filled with the smells of paint, sawdust, cheap glue, food, and the excess, unreleased hormones of teenagers.

Everything seemed so chaotic, yet it was full of a kind of vigorous, unstoppable vitality.

……

Lynn stood with one hand in his pocket, leaning against the window on the second floor of the teaching building, quietly gazing down at this ukiyo-e scene called "Youth".

He slowly exhaled.

This vibrant and diverse "human energy" permeated him like warm water.

Just a short while ago, the cold touch of the laws of decomposition and reconstruction still lingered on his fingertips;

The gasps and moans of Seraph and the others as their souls were being reshaped still echoed in my ears.

That kind of "divinity" that sits high in the clouds and looks down on all living beings is too dangerous, as it will make people gradually forget the fact that they are still "human".

Therefore, he needs this place.

We need this noisy, vibrant "human world" filled with all sorts of childish troubles.

This so-called "battlefield of youth" is not a "newbie village" for him, but an "anchor point" that allows his giant ship, which has just returned from a long voyage, to find its coordinates again.

Under the guise of security patrols, he strolled around the campus with a clear conscience, enjoying this rare moment of peace.

Just as I sat down on a bench by the playground, the first red dot on my [Emotional Perception] radar charged towards me, contradictory yet carrying both high fighting spirit and an equally strong desire to retreat.

"Teacher Lin... Teacher Lin En!"

Yui Yuigahama had somehow appeared beside the bench, her pretty face flushed, and her signature bun swaying slightly with nervousness.

She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands, her gaze frantically shifting between Lynn's face and the tips of her shoes.

"Is there something you need, Yuihama-san?"

Lynn asked the question knowing the answer already, and her tone was just right.

"Oh, um... teacher, you must be tired from patrolling, please, please have some water!"

As if she had finally found a reasonable opening line, she handed over a bottle of chilled sports drink in an almost sacrificial gesture.

Lynn took it, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.

"Thank you 々々".

Those two simple words seemed to give her boundless courage.

Yui Yuigahama took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and spoke quickly in a voice as soft as a mosquito's foot.

"Teacher!"

"Tonight's bonfire party... um... if... you don't mind... could... could we... dance... the first... dance?"

She practically screamed the last few words with her eyes closed, her whole body like an overheated steam engine, white smoke billowing from her head. After she finished speaking, she froze on the spot, awaiting judgment.

In the [Emotional Perception] section, anticipation, shyness, and the panic of being rejected are like a colorful stew.

Lynn looked at her, smiled gently, and instead of answering directly, subtly changed the subject.

I appreciate your kind gesture.

"But Yui, someone who truly wants to extend an invitation won't speak in a tone that's already prepared for rejection."

"Have more confidence in yourself; your invitation carries significant weight."

"Eh?"

Yui Yuigahama suddenly opened her eyes, looking completely bewildered.

She hadn't expected this answer at all.

It wasn't "good" or "bad," but rather a feeling of being completely seen through.

"I...I didn't..."

She instinctively tried to defend herself, but her voice grew softer and softer, lacking any confidence.

"Is that so?" Lynn's gaze was calm and gentle, yet it seemed to see through everything.

"You're afraid of causing me trouble, and you're also afraid that you're not qualified enough, so subconsciously you've already prepared a way for me to refuse."

Am I right?

Yui Yuigahama's body froze completely.

Every word the teacher said precisely struck the deepest unease in her heart, an unease she herself was unwilling to confront.

Her little schemes were completely transparent to this teacher.

She felt her cheeks burning; it wasn't shyness, but the embarrassment of having her thoughts completely exposed, leaving her with nowhere to hide.

"me……"

She hesitated for a long time, and finally, like a deflated balloon, she lowered her head and quietly admitted it.

"……sorry."

"Why should I apologize?" Lynn laughed.

"It's remarkable that you even had the courage to extend an invitation. Go ahead, be the most confident you, and enjoy the school festival."

This wasn't a rejection, but a gentler, all-encompassing encouragement.

Yui Yuigahama's eyes dimmed for a moment, then rekindled with unprecedented brightness.

She felt as if the stone that had been weighing on her heart had been casually removed by the teacher.

"Yes! I understand, teacher!"

As if she had received divine revelation, she bowed deeply and then ran away as fast as she could, her back view exuding a resolute determination as if she had been reborn.

……

Lynn shook her head helplessly, got up and walked towards the vending machine in the teaching building, intending to buy a can of coffee.

Just as I reached a sparsely populated corner, the second red dot in the [Emotion Perception] system, exuding both confidence and a touch of arrogant nervousness, appeared precisely.

"Bang" sound.

A blond figure "just happened" to rush out from around the corner.

Lynn remained motionless.

The other party, like a doll struck by a battering ram, let out a carefully calculated, perfectly decibel, adorable wail.

She plopped down on the ground, scattering her easel, paints, and brushes all over the floor.

Eriri Sawamura Spencer.

She sat on the ground, rubbing her sore bottom, and raised her delicate, doll-like face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her beautiful blue eyes were misted with just the right amount of moisture, making her look extremely aggrieved.

"You, you can't even watch where you're going! You idiot!"

She delivered the standard lines of a haughty, arrogant character in a tone that was both fierce and cowardly.

At the same time, her inner voice was screaming: [Help me! Trigger the plot!]

Lynn didn't rush to help her up. Instead, he calmly squatted down, picked up the painting supplies, and spoke in a tone as if he were commenting on a work of art.

"A textbook example of 'love at first sight'."

"The timing, the movements, and the expressions were all impeccable."

"However, if it could be shifted another ten centimeters to the left, the composition would have a more impactful shoujo manga feel. I can try that next time."

Eriri's brain went blank on the spot.

(W-what? He...he saw through my script?! And he even gave me suggestions for revisions?!)

"What nonsense are you spouting! Who's acting!"

Her face flushed instantly, turning from rosy to bright red, and all the words she was about to say got stuck in her throat.

"I just accidentally fell! You rude teacher, hurry up and help me up!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Lynn neatly arranged the painting tools and handed them back to her, his face showing a pure, art-appreciating smile.

“But your emotions tell me that your ‘anger’ is fake, your ‘grievance’ is an act, and only your ‘furious reaction after being exposed’ is real.”

"you--!"

This blow precisely shattered Eriri's last vestige of pride as a creator.

She felt like a third-rate director, making a fool of herself in front of an Oscar judge with a terrible script, and having all the storyboard errors pointed out on the spot.

Her face flushed red, she got up from the ground, snatched the art supplies, pointed at Lynn's nose, and trembled with anger.

"I...I don't care what you say! Anyway! Tonight's bonfire party, you...you..."

“Me?” Lynn looked at her with great interest.

"You wait for me!"

In the end, she could only manage to utter this harmless but harsh remark before grabbing her art supplies and running away as if fleeing.

Take care of the second one.

Lynn, holding her coffee, was about to head to the service department to see if they had gotten into any trouble.

……

As soon as I reached the entrance to the service department, the door was pulled open from the inside.

Yukino Yukinoshita stood at the door, holding a stack of documents in her arms, her pretty face as aloof as ever.

Upon seeing Lynn, a barely perceptible tremor flickered in her clear eyes, but her tone remained calm.

“Ms. Lynn, perfect timing.”

"There are a few details regarding the final approval of the Service Club School Festival event plan that require your final confirmation, 'advisor'."

The reasons were reasonable, and the attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, perfectly using "official business" as a weapon.

"Hmm." Lynn took the documents and pen, leaned against the wall, and quickly began to browse through them.

"Regarding the 3% of the stall revenue, should it really all be donated to children's welfare organizations? Considering the funding for future community activities, my personal suggestion is..."

Yukino Yukinoshita began to ask some trivial questions in a formulaic tone, trying to make this "chance encounter" seem more real.

As Lynn listened, he signed his name at the end of the document.

As he handed the document back to her, he suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching Yukino's ears.

"The plan is fine, and your logic is as perfect as ever."

"But Yukinoshita, while it's clever to use business as a reason for a 'chance encounter,' your heartbeat isn't as calm as your expression."

Yukino Yukinoshita's body suddenly stiffened.

For the first time, a hint of panic appeared in those usually calm eyes.

She subconsciously took a half step back, a faint blush flashing briefly at the base of her ears.

This man... is here again.

Each time, he seemed to have the ability to read minds, ignoring all the defenses she built with logic and reason, and pointing straight to her most genuine emotions.

This feeling of being completely seen through left her with an unprecedented, almost panic-inducing sense of powerlessness.

She took the document and hugged it tightly to her chest, as if it were her last armor.

She wanted to say something in rebuttal, but found that any words seemed inadequate at this moment.

In the end, she could only force a cool expression and squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "...Teacher is overthinking it."

Before she could finish speaking, she turned around as if fleeing.

"boom"!