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

“…Idiot.” She squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth, her voice as soft as if she were being coquettish, but her ears were already bright red.

That night, she wasn't really drunk; she just used the alcohol to lean all her weight on Lynn.

Lynn took her to the hotel.

As soon as the door closed, Hiratsuka Shizuka turned around and skillfully wrapped her arms around his neck.

She tiptoed, and her eyes, which always held a touch of heroism, were now filled with a woman's hazy, intoxicated allure and invitation.

"Hey... Lynn..." Her breath was filled with the aroma of sake, mixed with her unique mature scent.

"You're not allowed to leave tonight."

She came up, her movements no longer a violent outburst, but rather carrying a touch of her own domineering and skilled prowess, a taste of something new and familiar.

Is this a possessive space, belonging only to the two of them?

"Let me show you... what a mature woman's 'compensation' looks like."

Lynn didn't say anything, but responded to all her expectations and love with her actions.

The moonlight outside the window quietly illuminated the room belonging to the older single female teacher, a room that had long been accustomed to the presence of the male owner.

Silent all night.

……

The school festival has officially begun.

The morning sun had not yet completely dispelled the chill in the air, but the entrance to Zongwu High School had already become a sea of ​​noise.

The scale of the joint event organized by the five schools far exceeded expectations.

Broadcast vans bearing the logos of major television stations filled every available space on the streets.

The buzzing drones hovered in the air.

Security personnel dressed in black suits and wearing headphones set up a cordon to maintain basic order.

Countless students in outlandish costumes, members of the public who had caught wind of the event, and media reporters carrying cameras and microphones formed a massive crowd that surged into the campus.

Lynn, one of the teachers in charge, with one hand in her pocket, began her routine "final inspection."

His excessively handsome face and languid demeanor, so out of place with the frenzied atmosphere around him, made him stand out like a searchlight in the dark.

"Look! It's Ms. Lynn!"

Someone shouted, as if a switch had been flipped.

"Crack, click, click!"

Countless flashes went off instantly. The reporters who had just been interviewing the principal turned around like sharks smelling blood, surrounding Lynn completely.

The microphone, the recorder, and the cell phone were practically poking him in the face.

"Ms. Lynn! How did you manage to raise such an astronomical sum of money for the school festival in such a short time? There are rumors that you have a huge conglomerate backing you, is that true?" A female reporter wearing glasses seized the initiative, her question sharp and direct.

"Professor Lynn! Regarding your groundbreaking commercialization plan for campus activities, what inspired you? Some commentators have said that your business acumen rivals that of top investors!"

"Teacher Lynn! I'm a food content creator on Nico Nico Douga. Could we collaborate on a school festival food review video? It'll definitely generate tons of views!"

"Hello teacher! I'm Natsumi Akasaka from YouTube! Could you share your unique insights on 'youth'? Your campfire talk last night went viral on Twitter X!"

“Teacher Lynn! You…”

Lynn had a headache from the noise, so he raised his hand and pressed it down.

The noisy crowd miraculously quieted down.

He picked up the canned coffee he had just bought from the roadside, took a slow sip, and then said in his listless voice, "Four questions."

Simple, straightforward, and beyond question.

The reporters at the scene were stunned for a moment, then their eyes lit up with even more excitement.

This doesn't look like a teacher at all; it looks like some seasoned top superstar is holding an impromptu press conference!

The female reporter immediately pressed on: "It's still a funding issue! Please give a direct answer!"

Lynn raised his eyelids, glanced at the microphone that was almost poking his face, and sighed silently in his heart.

trouble.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, as if answering a question about the weather today.

"Because the solution I proposed allows everyone to see the benefits. Seeking self-interest is human nature, and I was simply going along with it."

His gaze swept across the crowd, and he finally added a sentence that was enough to end the conversation.

"As for conglomerates... if I had to name one, it would be Soubu High School itself. Next question."

A flawless answer that avoided the core issue while giving credit to everyone, leaving no room for criticism.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

Holy crap! That emotional intelligence! That presence! You're telling me this is a teacher?!

[Mom, I'm in love! This is like a novel's male protagonist coming to life!]

[It's over. I can already foresee that from today onwards, women all over the island will start researching Soubu High School...]

The second question was interrupted by a young male reporter: "Ms. Lynn, your statement last night, 'A campfire is for burning in this moment,' has caused a huge reaction online!"

"As an educator, how do you view the relationship between 'the future' and 'the present moment'?"

Lynn took another sip of coffee, as if she had been thinking about it seriously.

"The future is the result, the present moment is the process."

His voice was calm and clear.

"Without a process that ignites your passion, how can you expect a dazzling result?"

As soon as the words fell, the whole place fell silent.

Many reporters even forgot to take notes, simply staring blankly at him, repeatedly pondering this simple yet terrifyingly philosophical statement.

The internet celebrity VTuber next to him immediately chimed in: "Teacher! Now you're being called a 'walking god' and the 'embodiment of youth' online. What are your thoughts on this?"

[Here it comes! Surrounded by bullet comments!]

[High EQ Question: How do you feel about being hyped up like a god?]

[A question about low emotional intelligence: Do you think you're very capable?]

[Waiting for the teacher to make a mistake, hahaha.]

Lynn glanced at the VTB phone screen and smiled.

"If you occasionally get lost and someone can use you as a signpost, that's not bad," he said in a half-joking tone.

"But being a god is too tiring. I still prefer being a teacher who can leave work on time."

[Damn! What did you say! My stats are maxed out!]

[Translation: To be a god? I wouldn't even be a dog; I'd rather slack off.]

I've learned something new; I'll say that to my boss tomorrow.

[Hey, you'll be gone tomorrow.]

For the last question, Lynn's gaze fell on a young girl who looked like she was from a social media platform and whose face was flushed with nervousness.

The girl trembled with excitement, as if she had been called upon, and stammered, "Teacher Lin...Teacher Lin En! Do you...do you have a girlfriend now?"

The entire audience burst into good-natured laughter.

A rare hint of genuine helplessness appeared on Lynn's face. Instead of answering directly, he asked a question in return.

Do you think I'm in a situation where I have time to date?

After saying that, he ignored everyone and walked straight through the crowd toward the teaching building.

The answer was over, but the storm he stirred up had only just begun.

……

As soon as he got rid of the reporters, a group of girls in school uniforms from another school screamed and surrounded him, holding autograph books and markers.

"Ms. Lynn! Please sign your autograph!"

"Teacher, you're so handsome! Can I take a picture with you?!"

Several middle-aged men in suits, who looked like senior executives, broke through the crowd and handed over their business cards.

“Mr. Lynn!” The Mediterranean-looking man at the head of the group handed over a gold-embossed business card, his attitude sincere. “I am the head of the Human Resources Department of Tokyo Electric Power Company. We believe you are an outstanding managerial talent. Would you be interested…”

"Mr. Lynn, I'm from SoftBank's investment department. We greatly admire your financial acumen. Would you be interested in becoming a strategic advisor to our company?"

"Ms. Lin, I am a headhunter from Ogata Agency. If you are willing, with your appearance, we can transform you into the world's top cultural icon!"

Lynn looked at the crowd that had become the biggest congestion point in the entire venue, sighed helplessly, turned around, and disappeared into the corner of the crowd in an instant.

Chapter 110: School Festival! Komachi Hikigaya's Assistance!

Lynn finally managed to shake them off and arrived at the maid café in her class.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw that familiar figure that put his mind at ease.

Kasugano Sora stood expressionless at the door, dressed in a custom-made, elaborate and gorgeous Gothic Lolita-style maid outfit.

Her long silver hair, dark eyes, and doll-like face made her stand out from the surrounding noise.

Yumiko Miura and the others were very shrewd; they didn't make her greet the guests at all, but simply had her quietly hold up a "Welcome" sign like a very expensive limited-edition figurine.

But this absolute barrier, built by her unique temperament and unparalleled beauty, became her most fatal attraction, drawing countless onlookers to take photos, yet no one dared to approach her and speak to her.

Lynn stepped forward, ignoring the countless gazes that instantly fell upon him.

He reached out and naturally straightened the crooked lace bow on Qiong's headband, then handed her a bottle of warm water with the cap on.

"Are you tired of standing? Have some water."

Qiong's dark eyes, which seemed to freeze the entire world, melted the moment she saw him.

She didn't reach for the water bottle, but instead, like a kitten that trusts its owner, she lowered her head slightly and took a small sip from his hand.

As the warm liquid slid down her throat, she reached out her small hand, not to grab the hem of his clothes, but in a gesture of asserting ownership, tightly clenching his two fingers in her tiny palm, refusing to let go.

"Crack!"

This scene was accurately captured by the mobile phones of countless students around.

One minute later, the Zongwu High School's campus forum was immediately ignited by a new post.

[Title: An Embrace of the Century! The God-like Teacher and His Silver-Haired Princess!]

[Content: [photo].jpg, no explanation needed, see for yourself.]

[1L: The Lazy God's Wife: Holy crap! It's so sweet it hurts my teeth!]

[2L: Chiba's Rotting Eyes: Ha, those foolish people who only see the surface sweetness, but fail to see the ultimate loneliness and possessiveness hidden behind this behavior, a feeling of treating the whole world as nothing. But... this feeling isn't so bad.]

[3L: Today I'll draw my sword: Where are the Knights?! That man touched our princess!]

[4L: Silver Moon Knights Official WeChat Account: 877... The leader has fallen, everyone please dispose of the situation yourselves.]

……

At noon, the atmosphere of the school festival reached its peak.

Lynn was held tightly by her younger sister Kasugano Sora's arm as if it were a rare treasure, while she casually carried a box of takoyaki in her other hand as she walked through the crowd.

Just as I stopped at the corner of a food street, a cheerful voice came from the side.

"Ah! It's Teacher Lynn and Qiong that my brother was talking about!"

Hikigaya Komachi, dragging her brother who looked utterly hopeless and as if his soul had been ripped away, hopped over like a lively little rabbit.

"Brother! Hurry up! Thank you for taking care of you, teacher!"

Komachi turned to Lynn and gave him a perfectly sweet, professional smile, then nudged her brother in the waist with her elbow without any mercy.

Hachiman Hikigaya's signature dead fish eyes twitched, and he looked like he was about to crack open.

Under the dual pressure of his sister's "physical coercion" and "psychological attack," he could only reluctantly nod stiffly at Lynn.