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

But looking at him over and over, all I could see was that he seemed a little more handsome and his demeanor was... a little more infuriating.

“Hiratsuka-sensei, violence won’t solve the marriage problem,” Lynn replied slowly without even lifting her eyelids.

"Shut up!"

Several veins bulged on Hiratsuka Shizuka's forehead. She reflexively wanted to grab Lynn's collar and deliver a friendly punch, but as soon as her hand was halfway out, Lynn seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Without turning his head, he simply stretched his hand back.

His two fingers, with perfect precision, clamped down on Hiratsuka Shizuka's wrist, which moved with lightning speed.

I didn't use any force, I just gently clamped it.

Hiratsuka Shizuka felt as if her wrists were welded shut in mid-air by two steel bars. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move forward an inch or break free. The terrifying contrast between that nonchalant ease and absolute power sent a jolt through her.

"Hands-on behavior is not the behavior of a mature woman." Lynn slowly turned her head, released her fingers, and a playful smile appeared on her lips.

Hiratsuka Shizuka withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted, looking at her slightly reddened wrist with a look of surprise and uncertainty in her eyes.

When did this guy become so strong?

That move just now was something no ordinary person could do!

She took a deep drag of her cigarette, forcibly suppressing her shock, and slowly exhaled, her tone becoming serious.

"I heard about your framework plan for the school festival. You finished it in half an hour. You're a monster."

She looked at Lynn, a rare hint of admiration in her eyes.

"Thanks to you, this year's school festival is on an unprecedented scale. The executive committee members are like they've been injected with adrenaline, and even several local media outlets in Chiba Prefecture have been alerted, saying they want to come and cover it."

"There are still two weeks until the school festival starts, and I'm really curious to see what they can achieve."

Upon hearing this, Lynn simply shrugged noncommittally.

What does it have to do with me? I'm just a Mandarin teacher who hates trouble.

……

Service Department.

This small activity room, located in a corner of the Sobu High Special Building, is currently shrouded in a low-pressure atmosphere.

The air was filled with the aroma of black tea, and... a heavy atmosphere that seemed to say "the project is about to fail."

Yukino Yukinoshita, the girl who is always as aloof and perfect as an ice queen, is now gently pressing her temples with her slender fingers. A rare hint of fatigue is visible on her exquisite and flawless face.

She was dressed in a neat school uniform, her long black hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. Even just sitting there quietly, she was as beautiful as a painting.

But at this moment, the background color of this painting is gray.

Opposite her sat two men with completely different styles.

It can be described as 'light' and 'shadow'.

Hachiman Hikigaya, with his signature dead fish eyes, looked as if his bones had been removed. He slumped in his chair, exuding a rotten aura, with an attitude that said, "As long as I don't work hard, the boss can't exploit me."

His responsibility was to conduct a "risk assessment" and "fill in the gaps" for the entire school festival planning project.

In layman's terms, it means "nitpicking".

This job is a perfect match for his major.

The other one is Hayato Hayama, who stands in stark contrast to him.

His short, golden hair shone brightly under the lights, and his handsome face wore an impeccable, sunny smile. Every gesture he made exuded the aura of a "king of social life."

As one of the external liaisons for the school festival executive committee, he was responsible for handling the most troublesome social aspects.

But today, even this omnipotent "Prince" had a hint of stiffness in his perfect smile that was hard to hide.

"So, Sawamura-san from the Art Club, you still disagree?"

Yukino's voice was soft, yet it was like an ice bead rolling across a jade plate, carrying an undeniable chill.

Hayato Hayama shrugged helplessly, a bitter smile on his face.

“I tried, Yukinoshita. But Sawamura… you know, once she gets into creative mode, she becomes a head of blonde twin tails that doesn’t recognize anyone…”

He wisely refrained from saying the word.

"...It's a Tyrannosaurus Rex."

Hachiman Hikigaya muttered a quiet complaint from the side.

"Calling it Tyrannosaurus Rex is too small; it's actually Godzilla, the kind that's in Crimson Mode. Yesterday, a girl in my class just asked about the progress, and she got yelled at by her, 'What do you mortals know about the pain of art?' She's still drawing circles in the corner now."

"Ugh……"

A barely audible sigh escaped from Yukino Yukinoshita's lips.

Preparations for the school festival, under the framework of Professor Lynn's "futuristic technology" plan, were progressing rapidly and with great momentum.

But now, they've hit a snag at the most crucial promotional stage.

The promotional posters are the "face" of the entire school festival.

And the ace of the art club, Eriri Sawamura Spencer, a genius artist who is well-known even outside the school, is the sole "designated" creator of this "face".

However, this young lady seems to have recently fallen into a serious creative block. As soon as get out of class is over, she locks herself in her studio. It has been two days, and apart from throwing out a bunch of scraps, she has made no progress.

Yukino personally negotiated with them twice.

The first time, ten minutes later, she walked out expressionlessly. From the art studio behind her came Eriri's frantic roar, "Ugh, so annoying! Don't bother me!"

The second time was similar...

Just as the atmosphere in the Service Department was about to plummet to freezing point.

"Squeak-"

The door to the activity room was lazily pushed open by a hand with distinct knuckles.

Lynn led Sora and Yuihama in.

As soon as he stepped into the room, his deep eyes calmly swept across the entire space.

With his [Emotional Perception] and evolved [Perfect Combat Intuition], the atmosphere of the entire room was instantly analyzed and made clear.

Beneath Yukino's icy exterior lies a fierce battle between anxiety and frustrated competitiveness.

Beneath Hayato Hayama's perfect smile lies a sense of powerlessness and the stiffness of social setbacks;

Hikigaya Hachiman's energy-saving mode, however, hides a hint of schadenfreude, a sense of "watching the show" and "just as I expected."

A barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of Lynn's mouth.

He was wearing a simple white shirt, his hands in his pockets, and strolled in as if he were not a teacher inspecting work, but a neighbor passing by.

The moment he stepped into the room, his evolved [Emotional Perception] and [Perfect Combat Intuition] acted like the most precise radar, scanning the entire atmosphere of the activity room with crystal clarity.

The air was filled with the delicate aroma of fine black tea, but it was also weighed down by a heavy, gray atmosphere of "anxiety" and "frustration".

He could even "smell" the irritating smell of ink and lead core emanating from the few discarded draft papers on the table.

Upon seeing him appear, the three people in the room reacted in completely different ways.

Hachiman Hikigaya's dead fish eyes suddenly lit up for a moment, then quickly dimmed again. He shrank back into his chair, as if he were practicing "energy conservation" with his life.

The big boss is here! I'm saved! ...Wait, the big boss is here, which means I might have to work overtime!

Danger! I must conceal my presence!

Hayato Hayama's body tensed up for a moment involuntarily, and a subtle stiffness appeared on his otherwise perfect, sunny smile.

He's here again... This man, even though he's just standing there quietly, always gives me an uncontrollable, bottomless sense of oppression, as if all my social skills are just clumsy performances in front of him.

As for Yukino Yukinoshita, her usually cold and icy blue eyes relaxed almost imperceptibly the moment she saw Lynn, but this was quickly replaced by a deeper wariness.

Before anyone could report the situation, Lynn had already walked to Yukino's table.

He didn't look at anyone, but casually glanced at the few crumpled sheets of paper on the corner of the table, which seemed to be project proposals.

Then, in a very soft voice, almost as if talking to himself, only Yukino, who was closest to him, could barely hear it, he murmured something.

"You guys really dare to think of having a golden retriever with no inspiration to draw promotional posters."

The voice was so soft it was like a hallucination, yet it exploded in Yukino's mind like a thunderclap from the heavens!

She abruptly raised her head, her pupils contracting violently in utter shock.

Golden Retriever...loser?

This word… this nickname, full of wicked humor and precise insight, seemingly reserved for someone who knows Eriri best—how…how did he know it?!

Moreover, without asking a single question, he precisely pinpointed the core of the problem—the promotional poster and Eriri, who was stuck in a rut!

This is beyond the scope of what observation can explain!

This is a... higher-dimensional intelligence processing capability!

Did he already possess all the information through some channel we cannot comprehend before he arrived? Or... could his eyes truly see through the essence of everything?

At this moment, Yukino's heart, which was as proud as ice and snow, built with reason and logic, was once again violently and uncontrollably shaken.

Lynn seemed oblivious to her lapse in composure, and when she looked up, her languid voice finally rang out normally in the room, as if the murmur from before had never existed.

"So, the problem is the poster?"

He uttered only three words, but in a tone of affirmation as if stating a fact.

Yukino Yukinoshita took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and used all her strength to maintain a steady voice, but the knuckles of her fingers holding the teacup turned slightly white from the force.

"...Yes, teacher. The lead artist, the ace of the art club, Eriri Sawamura from Class C of the first year, has hit a creative block and hasn't been able to submit her work for two consecutive days."

She paused, and a rare hint of frustration appeared on her usually calm and composed face.

“I tried to talk to her twice, but... she shut me down with the excuse that ‘amateurs should shut up and not disturb the genius’s creation.’”

After he said that, even Hachiman couldn't help but glance at Yukino again.

Yukinoshita... actually admitted her defeat so frankly in front of Professor Lynn. It's like the sun rose in the west.

"understood."

Lynn yawned, looking like he was thinking, "Does this little thing really need to be taken so seriously?"

If Louise is a loyal dog disguised as a haughty person.

So... Eriri is a complete loser who wears a tsundere exterior but needs someone to push her from behind.

"Lead the way, I'll go take a look."

Upon hearing this, both Hachiman Hikigaya and Hayato Hayama were stunned.

No, teacher, are you going in person?

Do you know how difficult that guy is?

That's the ultimate species that even the Queen of Yukinoshita couldn't defeat!

As a Mandarin teacher, weren't you just adding fuel to the fire?

However, Yukino Yukinoshita was not surprised at all.

She simply gazed quietly at Lynn, her beautiful blue eyes gleaming with a mixture of inquiry, confusion, and a hint of anticipation that she herself was unaware of.

really.

He's going to handle it personally.

Just like that seemingly perfect plan last time, things have reached a stalemate.

He, the "producer" hidden behind the scenes, would personally step in and, in a completely illogical yet precise and efficient way, bring everything back on track.

I want to see what kind of "inhuman" side you will show this time, when facing that artistic genius who is so driven by emotion that even I am helpless.

"Sora, Yuihama-san, you two can stay here. The Service Club can't be left without anyone."

……

The art department's studio now resembles a battlefield after a typhoon.

The air was filled with a mixture of turpentine, pigments, and a sour, rotten smell of failed fermentation, a smell that could be described as "despair."

The floor was covered with crumpled sheets of drawing paper. Each discarded draft was a piece of a gifted young girl's shattered self-esteem, like white corpses accusing the creator of incompetence.

In the center of the battlefield, the legendary "blonde twin-tailed Tyrannosaurus Rex" was crouching on the ground with his back to the door, completely unguarded.