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

Only those deep gray eyes were slowly and carefully scrutinizing her, inch by inch.

That gaze was devoid of any emotion or hostility, yet it was more aggressive than any rebuke.

It was an absolute, unquestionable judgment, as if assessing an intruder who dared to covet her "possessions" from head to toe, leaving no stone unturned.

The golden twin tails that were just flying high seemed to have lost their vitality.

Eriri's smug smile froze instantly, then crumbled little by little, leaving only her lips pressed together in resentment.

She instinctively gripped the corner of the poster, her knuckles turning white from the force.

'What the hell...' Eriri let out a frustrated cry in her heart. 'I drew it so well... Who exactly is this Lynn-sensei's sister? Her eyes are so scary!'

……

"Well, it's not bad."

Yukino Yukinoshita's voice broke the stalemate.

She glanced at the poster and gave a fair assessment in a calm tone.

It must be admitted that the artist's skill in drawing this blonde twin-tailed character is truly top-notch.

The image perfectly captures the essence of Lynn's sketch, with bright colors, a dynamic composition, and lifelike figures, full of youthful energy and anticipation for the celebration.

"Hmph! Of course! Don't you know who I am!"

Eriri raised her chin, looking smug again.

But her smugness didn't last long; she casually asked:

"But speaking of which, where's Mr. Lynn? Why didn't he come today?"

The underlying meaning behind those words was far too obvious. Hayama subconsciously rubbed his forehead, while Hachiman rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“Sawamura-san,” Yukino Yukinoshita carefully rolled up the poster before turning her gaze to Eriri, her voice as calm as ever.

"Thank you for bringing the poster. If you've finished your business, you can leave now. The Service Department has further discussions to discuss, so it's probably not convenient to entertain guests who want to chat."

Her words were polite, yet carried an unquestionable sense of detachment.

"You...!" Eriri's cheeks flushed red instantly. "Who, who's here to chat! I just happened to be passing by to check if there were any problems with the posters, and to check on your progress!"

"Is that so?" Yukinoshita elegantly picked up her teacup, the rising steam blurring the curve of her lips, but unable to conceal the coldness in her tone.

"That must be hard on you. After all, the art studio is at the other end of the teaching building, so to get here 'on the way,' you have to go around the entire playground."

"Woo..."

Eriri was rendered speechless by this precise retort, her golden twin tails seemingly losing their vitality, only able to let out a mournful cry of resentment.

Yukino put down her teacup with a crisp, light sound, as if to bring this conversation to a close.

"Well then, I won't see you off. The Service Department has some important matters to discuss."

This blatant dismissal made Eriri's face flush red. She clenched her fists tightly, about to say something more, but was completely defeated by Yukinoshita's next words.

Yukinoshita, in the most indifferent tone, as if merely stating a trivial fact, launched her final pursuit:

"Oh, right. It's really unfortunate, he has something to do today and won't be coming."

boom--!

This seemingly casual remark struck Eriri like a thunderclap, exploding in her mind.

"Who, who came for that guy! You, you're making false accusations!" She instantly bristled, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, waving her arms incoherently, desperately trying to hide her obvious guilt.

"Tsk."

Hachiman Hikigaya, standing to the side, silently turned his face to the window, deciding not to participate in this one-sided massacre.

'Terrible, absolutely terrifying…' he thought to himself.

'Was Yukino's aggression a bit too high today? But then again, blonde hair, twin tails, tsundere... plus a loser vibe.'

'The "loser dog elements" summarized by Teacher Lynn are all present in this young lady, making her all the more pitiful...'

……

Just as the atmosphere in the Service Department was about to devolve into a farcical one-sided massacre.

"Sorry to bother you."

A clear, melodious female voice came from the doorway.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a slender, black-haired girl standing quietly at the door.

She was wearing the school uniform of Zongwu High School, but the well-tailored shirt and plaid skirt, when worn by her, somehow gave off an elegant and ascetic feel, like a high-end custom-made dress.

Her long, glossy black hair reached her waist and fell smoothly over her shoulders, tracing soft arcs with her movements.

Under the light, her fair skin resembled the finest white jade, so delicate that not a single pore could be seen.

What's most striking are her long, straight legs encased in black pantyhose, which outline a perfect "absolute territory".

Her face wore an impeccable, business-like gentle smile, but deep within her deep red eyes lay a sharp, worldly-wise glint and aloofness.

Kasumigaoka Utaha.

A second-year student at Soubu High School, she is a renowned literary genius at the school and the author of the super-popular light novel "Love Metronome," which has been published in five volumes and sold over 500,000 copies. Her pen name is "．々霞诗子".

This was also a specially invited copywriter for the school festival promotional brochure.

"Kasumigaoka-senpai!" Yui Yuigahama immediately stood up and greeted her warmly.

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled and nodded at her, then gently placed a printed copy on the table.

"I kept you waiting."

"This is the first draft of the school festival promotional brochure you requested."

“You can take a look.”

Yui Yuigahama curiously leaned over, picked up the manuscript, and began to read it aloud.

"So-called youth is nothing more than a collective illusion dominated by hormones, full of lies and self-satisfaction."

"And the school festival is the climax of this illusion, a Tower of Babel built by fools with sweat and cheap enthusiasm, destined to decay..."

As Yuihama read this, her voice grew softer and softer, and her expression became increasingly stiff.

What... what kind of horrible copywriting is this?!

The air in the entire activity room instantly dropped to freezing point.

Yukinoshita snatched the manuscript, read only the first paragraph, and her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's writing is undoubtedly top-notch.

The language is ornate, the metaphors are exquisite, and the rhythm is extremely strong.

But... the content is completely wrong!

Throughout the article, there is a calm, almost acerbic, deconstruction and mockery of so-called "youth" and "passion."

The stage masquerading as a school festival is nothing more than a self-indulgent collective revelry by a group of hormone-fueled minors under a false script called 'youth'...

Sweat is cheap, shouts are empty, and so-called bonds will turn into a gray profile picture in your contacts, never to be contacted again, when the graduation bell rings...

This is hardly promotional copy.

This is clearly an editorial published in the magazine "Cynical"!

If this is used for advertising, the students will probably all drop out of school and go home to contemplate their lives!

If this thing were printed on a promotional brochure, Sobu High School would probably become the biggest laughing stock among all the high schools in Chiba Prefecture!

"Um... Shiwa-senpai..." Yui Yuigahama began cautiously.

"Is this copywriting... a bit too profound? What we want is... well, something that makes people feel, 'Wow, I really want to go there...'"

Upon hearing this, Kasumigaoka Utaha's smile remained unchanged, but her deep red eyes glanced lightly at Yuihama.

"Oh? What Yuihama-senpai means is that we should use those empty words full of saccharin and plasticity..."

"...To deceive those immature junior students and make them have unrealistic fantasies about a farce that will eventually come to an end?"

Her voice was gentle, yet like a sharp scalpel, instantly dissecting Yuihama's kind heart, which was trying to maintain harmony.

"This is called 'false advertising'."

"I...I didn't mean that..."

Yuihama's face flushed instantly, speechless after being rebuked, and her eyes even welled up with tears.

"Kasumigaoka-senpai."

Yukino put down her manuscript, her icy blue eyes staring directly at the other person.

"I admit your writing is excellent."

"However, as promotional copy, its core function is to 'guide' and 'inspire,' not to 'critique' and 'deconstruct.'"

“Your manuscript fundamentally violates its commercial attributes and functional positioning, and is logically flawed.”

"Commercial value?" Kasumigaoka Utaha crossed her arms and looked at Yukinoshita with great interest, the corners of her mouth curving into a deeper smile.

"Yukinoshita, creation is not something that can be measured by your cold logic."

"If it's just about piling up cheap, youth-glorifying words, then any student from the Chinese Literature Club would suffice; why bother coming to me?"

"you……"

For the first time, Yukino Yukinoshita was rendered speechless in a logical debate.

Because the other party simply doesn't use logic with her.

She was talking about the "sensibility of creation" cabinet.

This is a blind spot in the knowledge under the snow.

"Tsk."

From the corner, Eriri let out an undisguised sneer.

"Wait for Lin..."

Chapter 50: Onii-chan? Why is he helping you guys?

In the corner, Eriri let out an undisguised sneer, deliberately mimicking someone's tone in a volume that only she and a few others could hear.

"Tsk tsk, 'The Tower of Babel, built by fools with sweat and cheap enthusiasm, destined to decay,' even the punctuation reeks of stale, sour smells. Truly a masterpiece by Kasumi Shiko."

Kasumigaoka Utaha seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. Without turning her head, she elegantly twirled a strand of hair around her fingertip and said in a melodious yet icy voice:

"oops?"

"I think I hear the lament of a defeated dog. Eriri-kun, have you run out of inspiration and can only find a sense of existence by commenting on other people's works?"

"Or is it that your paintbrush has become so thirsty that you even want to lick up the words of criticism, trying to extract some creative inspiration from them?"

"What...what did you say?! You dark woman who only knows how to pile up words with clichéd tropes and outdated settings!"

"Your male protagonists are always cut from the same mold, and your female protagonists are just yourself! Just write a novel, stop smuggling in your own personal agenda and openly indulging your own fantasies!"

“Heh, even if it’s a self-projection,” Kasumigaoka Utaha’s lips curled into a victorious smile, “my book can still captivate thousands of readers and be reprinted multiple times.”

"Isn't it much better than some people's doujinshi, which only deserve to be thrown in the trash can after the convention, along with their pitiful self-esteem, waiting to be recycled?"

The smell of gunpowder was so strong it seemed to ignite the air.

Yui Yuigahama, standing to the side, was already pale with fright. She quietly tugged at Yukino Yukinoshita's sleeve and asked in an almost inaudible whisper, with a hint of pleading:

"Xiaoxue... um... Kasumigaoka-senpai and Sawamura-kun, has their relationship always been... um... passionate?"

Yukino's icy gaze remained unwavering, only letting out a barely audible snort as she calmly remarked, "Birds of a feather flock together. That's all."

Despite saying that, she didn't shake off Yuihama's hand.

Having witnessed all of this, Hachiman Hikigaya's lips twitched involuntarily, and he sighed silently in his heart.

'One's responsible for the panic, the other for the sharp tongue; your teamwork is getting better and better... But, Yukinoshita, didn't you include me in your evaluation? Absolutely, didn't you?'

Seeing that the war between the two creators was about to escalate from a "literary battle" to a "physical battle," Hayato Hayama quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

Kasumigaoka Utaha completely ignored him. She crossed her arms, arrogantly surveying the entire room, and finally spoke in a queen-like tone, as if issuing an ultimatum.