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

"Holy crap, look! Yuihama rejected the soccer team's ace! Isn't she supposed to get along with everyone?"

Immediately afterward, another voice lowered its volume, yet couldn't hide its excitement:

"It's not just her! Yukinoshita-san too! And that blonde twin-tailed girl and the silver-haired transfer student over there too! And the second-year Kasumigaoka-senpai, they... all seem to be looking at the same place?"

Finally, a desperate voice delivered the final conclusion, igniting the entire audience:

"Wait... their target... no way... they're all... Ms. Lynn?!"

"I'm totally confused! Are we watching a school festival, or are we witnessing some kind of annual drama of love triangles being broadcast live?!"

Countless gazes, some curious, some expectant, some envious.

At that moment, they seemed to transform into invisible spotlights, converging into inescapable gazes that locked onto the center of that chaotic battlefield—

—That man whose expression remained languid.

Five girls, five gazes, five distinct emotions, intertwined to form an invisible web that could suffocate any man.

Lynn's gaze swept across the silent battlefield, a smile that no one could understand curling at the corner of his lips.

What an interesting sight!

Yui Yuigahama's "expectation," fueled by all her courage, burns like a fiery pink star, unstoppable.

Yukino Yukinoshita's "examination" is a web of countless icy blue logical chains, attempting to capture all of his actions.

Eriri Sawamura's "challenge" transforms into golden lightning, filled with arrogant crackling sounds and an unyielding possessiveness.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's "playfulness" is a deep, wine-red stardust, seemingly detached, but in reality, it has already laid a gravity trap, waiting for its prey to slip and fall.

On the outermost edge of all that light, Kasugano Sora's deathly "possession" is an ever-expanding darkness that can devour all light, cold, pure, and intolerant of any sharing.

Choosing any one of the stars would trigger a chain reaction of explosions across the entire nebula.

This game is already a dead end.

A dead end?

Since that's the case... then let's just overturn the chessboard.

……

His feet moved.

[In the first step, he brushed past Yui Yuigahama.]

In that instant, the evening breeze became an accomplice.

It carried the clean scent of soapberry from his collar, playfully sneaking into her nose, only to be ruthlessly and completely taken away just as she instinctively tried to take a deep breath.

That smile, strong enough to melt ice and snow, remained frozen on his face.

The heart that had been bulging all day for this moment was suddenly punctured with a "poof," leaving only emptiness and bewilderment.

[Secondly, he bypassed the logical defenses erected by Yukino Yukinoshita...]

His footsteps were like a heavy hammer shattering an ice sculpture.

"Click."

In her mind, in just a fraction of a second, she had already deduced all the possible directions he could take and the corresponding solutions.

however……

She seemed to hear the crystal palace of logic in her mind crumbling and collapsing inch by inch.

All the calculated possibilities, all the pre-planned responses, shattered into meaningless, shimmering debris.

For the first time, she realized that her pride in "rationality" was so fragile in the face of this unreasonable "choice."

[Thirdly, he indifferently ignored Sawamura Spencer Eriri's challenge.]

That silhouette was like a cold, indifferent wall, too lazy to even offer an echo.

Her pride, her challenge, her eyes burning with golden flames—all seemed so laughable and insignificant before this wall.

She instinctively wanted to reach out and grab him, to question him about why.

But the hand that was halfway out could only be helplessly withdrawn in the end.

It clenched its fist tightly, letting its nails dig deep, deep into its palm.

That stinging pain was nothing compared to the burning pain in my heart that was being ignored.

[Fourth step, he disregarded Kasumigaoka Utaha's playful remarks.]

For the first time, the all-encompassing smile on her face cracked.

Those wine-red eyes, which always seemed to hold a playful, worldly wisdom, dimmed at this moment.

The most perfect male protagonist in her writing suddenly tore up the script she had carefully written and began to write his own story.

She went from being a manipulative writer to a helpless reader whose heart was firmly gripped by the plot.

In the end, he left Kasugano Sora completely behind.

He didn't even glance at her.

This act of "ignoring" is like turning off the world's power switch.

The clamor of the campfire, the melody of the music, the expressions on the faces of the people around... everything faded and fell silent in an instant, collapsing into a cold, silent black and white film.

The rabbit in her arms was no longer a comfort, but a cold corpse, abandoned along with her.

……

Lynn turned around.

He left that cold, black-and-white silent film, along with those five gazes—some burning, some cold, some complex—behind him.

In his perception, the entire playground was a chaotic ocean of energy, filled with youthful restlessness and revelry.

He, like the most patient fisherman, searches for that one unique color in this colorful ocean.

Finally, his gaze settled on that corner.

A corner almost entirely swallowed up by the shadow of the campfire.

There, a figure in a pink tracksuit was curled up, clutching his guitar bag tightly, almost blending into the darkness.

Goto Doku.

In this sea of ​​revelry—

Her own emotional aura was a blue hue of extreme fear and violent trembling.

Amidst the gradually shifting, astonished silence in the room, Lynn crouched down to meet the gaze of the huddled girl at eye level.

He didn't adopt a condescending attitude, but rather spoke softly in the gentlest and most equal tone:

"Goto-san."

"I know the spotlight is scary and the music is loud."

"But, could 3.3 accompany me... to escape from this overly bustling center for a while?"

Goto was so shocked that his brain completely shut down.

Her body was like a rusty robot, unable to react at all.

Lynn looked at her pupils, which were constricted violently with fear, and did not urge her.

His gaze fell on the guitar case she was clutching tightly to her chest, and then, in a calm tone, as if stating a fact, he added:

"Moreover, I think that only you can keep up with my 'pacing' right now."

Rhythm?

This word was like a thunderbolt, instantly shattering all of Goto Doku's mental defenses!

It instantly formed her unprecedentedly clear logical chain:

(The teacher... is surrounded by those five terrifying, popular girls! He's in dire straits!)

(So... he needs the safest, least threatening, and least troublesome person in the room to break the deadlock!)

(And me... my social anxiety, my insignificance... that's exactly the "rhythm" he needs right now!)

A strange, unprecedented shiver shot up from the base of her spine to the top of her head.

original……

Can I also be... "needed" by someone?

No! wrong!

This is no longer a "need"!

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, it was as if a fierce guitar solo was playing in Goto Doku's mind!

This is……

This happened halfway through the live performance when the lead singer was surrounded by crazy fans (those five horrible women) and couldn't continue singing!

Then, the lead singer's gaze passed through everyone and fell on the rhythm guitarist in the corner of the stage, who had been working quietly all along!

The lead singer was saying to her with his eyes, "Hey, it's your turn to go on stage! Use your most unassuming solo to pave the way for me!"

(I...I'm the chosen rhythm guitarist!!!!)

Chapter 108: Rebirth of the Supreme Martial Arts Academy's Only Harem King

(It turns out that these useless things that have always caused me pain—my social anxiety, my insignificance—are actually my unique "voice" right now!)

(It's a melody that only I can play, a melody that can save the lead singer, a "safe and harmless" melody!)

(Is this... my solo time?!)

(As expected of the teacher... no, the lead singer!) For the first time in reality, light ignited in Goto Doku's eyes.

(I...I must live up to his expectations! I must play this most important piece of my life, titled "Shield," perfectly!)

Driven by this grand rock opera in my mind.

Looking at Lynn's outstretched hand, she unconsciously mustered all her strength and, like a hero heading to battle, barely nodded...

……

When Lynn led Goto Doku's cold, stiff, and slightly trembling hand into the center of the dance floor.

The whole world seemed to have been muted.

The music continues to flow, and the campfire still burns.

But all the sounds and all the light seemed to lose their meaning at this moment.

The eyes of thousands of students, as if drawn by an invisible force, were fixed on those two incongruous figures.

One was a man who had just ignited the entire venue, shining like a god.

The other one is a girl with social anxiety, huddled in a corner, wishing she could bury herself in her guitar case.

This scene is absurd and bizarre, yet extremely impactful!

Teacher Lynn...

He rejected two beauties from the Service Department!

She rejected the blonde ace of the art club!

I rejected the scheming senior from the Literature Department!

He even rejected the mysterious silver-haired princess!

Then... he took the hand of that...that...who was that again?

Oh, that looks like the guitarist from the light music club... that pink-haired girl whose presence is so faint that most people can't even remember her name?!

At that moment, all the boys at Zongwu High School felt as if their worldview had been crushed a dozen times by a road roller.

The five girls who were ruthlessly abandoned felt as if half of their souls had been ripped out.

Lynn ignored everything around her, focusing intently on the petrified girl in front of her.

"Don't be afraid."