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

She could only stand by and force a somewhat strained, bitter smile, a gesture of blessing.

……

He took out his phone, pointed it at the faded A4 paper, and dialed the number on it.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered.

When Lynn said she wanted to "buy the shop in full," the other party's first reaction was that they thought it was a prank call.

“I’m not joking,” Lynn said calmly. “I’ll pay in full, and the transaction can be completed today.”

Thirty minutes later.

A middle-aged man with a haggard face, sunken eyes, and gray hair appeared at the entrance of the dessert shop where they had agreed to meet.

When he saw Lynn dressed as a teacher and the two stunning girls in school uniforms beside her, a hint of disdain and impatience flashed in his eyes.

"Come with me."

Without saying a word, he led the three of them into the cat café that smelled strange.

A strong, nauseating odor wafted towards us.

The environment inside is much worse than what you see outside.

"This is a three-story building with a total area of ​​about 150 square meters," the middle-aged man said in a dry voice. "My wife is seriously ill and I urgently need money... If you really want it, 65 million is my bottom line."

This price is already a bloodbath in Tokyo's 847 shopping district, where land is incredibly valuable.

Yui Yuigahama, who was listening nearby, was terrified.

However, Lynn didn't even mention the price.

He simply took out his phone and calmly looked at the other person.

"Sure, we can draft the contract right now. Give me your account number, and the funds will be in your account today."

The middle-aged man was stunned.

Looking at Lynn's excessively young face and his calm, unfathomable eyes, he was momentarily unsure whether the other was joking or serious.

“Sixty-five million, I’ll pay in full.” Lynn’s tone remained calm, yet carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

"I have only one request: get all the paperwork done today. I don't want to waste too much time on this kind of thing."

This completely stunned the middle-aged man.

That nonchalant attitude towards huge sums of money, that absolute confidence in having everything under control, is more impactful than simply throwing out a box of cash.

"...Okay! Deal!"

His voice trembled with excitement as he quickly gave out his contact information and account details, as if afraid that Lynn might change his mind.

That same night, thanks to the lawyer's efficient work, all the transfer procedures were completed.

The next day, he used his financial resources to quickly contact a reputable chain pet hospital, which sent a professional medical team to conduct comprehensive physical examinations and treatments for each cat.

Those sickly little ones, nourished by top-notch medical resources and nutritional supplements, visibly regained their spirits.

On the third day, a design firm with a strong reputation in the field of commercial space design, along with their chief designer, stood respectfully before him.

"My request is simple."

Lynn pointed to the three-story building and gave his instructions in an unquestionable tone.

"The first and second floors will be opened up to create an open-plan cat activity area and coffee area. The best materials will be used to ensure absolute comfort and safety."

"The third floor will be transformed into a quiet, members-only study room."

"The project is scheduled to be completed before the winter break."

"The budget is ample; I just want the best results."

The designer looked at the excessively young man in front of him, whose demeanor was frighteningly composed, and his eyes lit up with excitement.

Ample budget! Top-tier requirements!

This is the kind of client every designer dreams of!

He could almost see a brand new, dreamlike cat cafe, a must-visit landmark in Tokyo, about to be born in his hands!

The renovation team arrived that very day, and the clanging and banging of construction work heralded the end of an old era and the beginning of a new one.

Lynn stood across the street, looking at the shop that was being renovated, with Sora and Yui standing quietly beside him.

"Teacher, are we... really going to open a shop?" Yuihama still felt like she was dreaming.

"Hmm." Lynn smiled and ruffled Qiong's hair. "I've already thought of a name for the shop."

"What's your name?" the two asked in unison.

Lynn gazed at the small building that held the future, a lazy smile curving his lips.

"Let's call it... 'Day off'."

Chapter 49: School Festival Problem Two: The Bestselling Author with a Sharp Tongue

Service Department.

There are 12 days left until the school festival begins.

Under Lynn's strategic planning framework, which can be described as a game-changer, all preparations are progressing rapidly and are now about 70-80% complete.

The air was filled with the delicate aroma of fine black tea, and a relaxed atmosphere that suggested "mission is nearing completion."

"So, Mr. Lynn, he..."

Yui Yuigahama held a cup of hot cocoa in her hands, her little face flushed with excitement.

She organized her thoughts for a moment, but finally couldn't hold back and shared the bombshell news she had been keeping all the way here.

"...Yesterday, he bought that cat cafe on the commercial street that had gone out of business!"

"Pfft-cough cough cough!"

The first person to lose his composure was Hachiman Hikigaya, as soon as he finished speaking.

puff--

He spat out the black tea he had just taken a sip of in a very unseemly manner, choking him and causing him to cough violently, his signature dead fish eyes widening in shock.

You...you bought it?

Cat café?

Which one on the commercial street?

In that commercial street where every inch of land is precious?

That price... how many zeros should it have after it?

Even if he saved every penny he had since the Meiji era, would his salary as a high school Chinese teacher be enough to pay for a toilet?!

Is something wrong with this world?

Or, teacher, did your previous business trip "abroad" actually lead you to the Middle East where you discovered an oil field?

For the first time, his brain, which was accustomed to deconstructing the world through a decaying lens, experienced a brief pause due to the sheer impact of money.

On the other side, a barely perceptible freeze appeared on Hayato Hayama's impeccable sunny smile.

His hand holding the cup tightened unconsciously.

That man always inadvertently does things that are completely illogical, yet somehow conform to his own logic. Each time, it's like dropping a depth charge on a calm surface of water.

Yukino Yukinoshita's reaction was the calmest.

She simply held the teacup, elegantly blowing away the rising steam, her movements perfectly fluid and precise.

But only Hachiman, with his keen observation skills, saw it—

Beneath the snow, the slender, white fingers gripping the cup handle were slightly white from the force they were applying.

In her mind, the supercomputer built of logic and reason was running at a speed that exceeded all limits.

As far as she knows, a stand-alone shop in the commercial street, based on market prices, requires at least 100 million yuan in working capital.

But it was bought outright by teacher Lynn...

Where did that huge amount of money from unknown sources come from?

A single thought, like a lightning bolt piercing the night, instantly and forcibly linked together several seemingly unrelated pieces of information!

She recalled a rumor that had flashed by and was quickly deleted in their exclusive group chat the night before last.

Kaguya Shinomiya, the heiress of the Shinomiya Zaibatsu, was allegedly kidnapped on her way home, but was later rescued by a mysterious person.

The ransom of 100 million yen has vanished.

The Shinomiya family used all their resources to suppress the news, claiming it was all just a rumor.

However, the whole incident is full of suspicious points.

An 'ordinary' teacher suddenly possesses terrifying financial resources to buy shops on a commercial street.

A ransom of over 100 million yuan mysteriously disappeared after the kidnapping.

These two events coincided too perfectly in terms of timing!

Yukino Yukinoshita's breathing paused almost imperceptibly for a moment.

A storm was brewing deep within her icy blue eyes.

A bold conclusion, one that even startled herself, took shape in her mind.

Teacher Lynn... his previous "business trip abroad"!

They must have gone to carry out some secret mission!

That mission is very likely related to the kidnapping case of the Shinomiya family!

He resolved the incident with swift and decisive action, and the 100 million yen was the "reward" the Shinomiya family gave him for this mission!

That's why he can buy a shop so casually!

Furthermore, the Shinomiya family doesn't seem to intend to pursue the matter further...

Yukino's fingertips felt slightly cold.

It turned out to be the case.

It all made sense.

This man is no ordinary teacher at all.

He is an absolute underground king who walks the gray area, possessing terrifying martial arts skills and a meticulous mind!

Once again, she felt as if she had touched the outline of that huge and cold truth hidden beneath the surface of everyday life.

……

Just as the atmosphere in the activity room froze because of a single sentence from Yuihama.

"Squeak—々々—"

The door was pushed open. Eriri Sawamura, carrying a roll of posters, strode in like a triumphant golden kitten, head held high.

Today, she specially tied her hair into neat golden pigtails, the ends of which bounced slightly with her light steps.

That pretty face, which always carried a hint of arrogance, was now overflowing with a smugness, as if declaring to the whole world: "Come and praise me!"

"Hmph! It's just a mere promotional poster. I finished it perfectly in just two days!"

With a hint of smugness in her voice, she deftly unfurled the scroll on the table with a "snap."

It was a work that would amaze any professional: the composition was exquisite, the colors were bright, and it perfectly captured the youthful energy of the school festival.

However, the expected gasps and cheers did not arrive. Instead, she was met with an even more stagnant and chilling silence than before.

The sense of accomplishment that she was so proud of hadn't even had time to ferment in her heart before it was pierced by a gaze as sharp as an icicle.

No, it wasn't even sharp; it was a deeper, colder scrutiny.

Eriri froze, instinctively looking in the direction the gaze was coming from—

In the corner, Kasugano Sora sat quietly, like a lifeless, exquisite doll.