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

"..."

Lynn stared at the scene before her, a scene that could only be described as a "sweet execution."

On the left was Sora's cold and persistent gaze, and on the right were Yuihama's eyes, tightly closed due to tension, with her eyelashes trembling violently.

He could clearly sense that Yuihama's emotions at this moment were a dazzling storm, a mixture of pink love, blue fear, and orange courage.

He knew that this girl, who was always careful to read people's expressions, had finally taken a step that, though trembling, was incredibly firm.

Logically, as a teacher, he should be pleased with his student's growth.

But Lynn felt no relief at all; in fact, she even had a stomachache.

Because he clearly foresaw that this "growth" would bring far more trouble and endless problems than dealing with those problem children in the Service Department.

He felt that today's breakfast was perhaps just a trivial beginning to countless future bouts of indigestion...

Chapter 62: The Battle Between Two Girls

The journey to school has never felt so long.

Lynn walked in the middle, feeling like a prisoner caught between two completely different force fields, each powerful enough to warp space.

On the left, Qiong's small hand was tightly, almost stubbornly, gripping the cuff of his school uniform jacket.

She walked very close, her body almost touching his, but her gray eyes remained calmly fixed on what lay ahead.

Such a scene naturally attracted the attention of all passersby along the way.

There, the languid and handsome young teacher was walking intimately with a silver-haired girl who looked like a doll.

Beneath the girl's school uniform skirt, black stockings encased her slender calves, making her skin appear even whiter than snow.

Among them were looks of amazement, curiosity, and many envious and jealous glances from male students from the same school.

On the right, Yui Yuigahama seemed somewhat... at a loss.

The reckless courage I had at breakfast seemed to have vanished the moment the apartment door closed.

At this moment, her cheeks still had a lingering blush, and she even walked with her arms and legs moving in unison.

She no longer kept pace with Qiong as before, but subconsciously lagged behind Lynn by half a step, her eyes darting around, never daring to look directly ahead.

The image of herself trembling as she handed over the chopsticks kept replaying in her mind, and a wave of shame overwhelmed her.

(What am I doing... The atmosphere is definitely going to become super awkward...)

But what hurt her even more than the embarrassment was a deep sense of guilt.

She glanced quickly and furtively at the silent, small figure.

(Kiyo... she must be angry...)

She actually really liked this quiet, doll-like girl and had always wanted to become her true best friend.

But what I did this morning was the exact opposite.

The desire to compete and the guilt of hurting a potential friend created an unsolvable knot in her heart.

　"847," she took a deep breath, and as usual, naturally walked to the other side of the dome and whispered to her about the weather or something similar, trying to break the deadlock in this way.

However, the moment she took a step, Qiong, who was walking in front of her, seemed to have eyes in the back of her head and subtly moved half a step to the side.

That small, seemingly unintentional movement acted like an invisible wall, precisely blocking the path between her and Lynn, completely sealing off any chance of them getting closer.

Yuihama's steps froze on the spot.

That's not rejection; it's a colder, more complete disregard.

She finally realized that her clumsy actions that morning had really hurt the silent girl.

This clear understanding allowed the feeling of guilt to overcome everything else.

She could no longer bear the suffocating silence.

In the end, her instinct to "maintain the atmosphere" prevailed.

She mustered her courage and tried to "fix" everything in her own way.

"Um... teacher," her voice was barely audible, completely lacking the vigor she had in the morning, "the weather is so nice today..."

Before Lynn could answer, she felt a gentle, yet undeniable tug on the sleeve of her left hand.

It is the dome.

She seemed to have noticed the "flaw" in Yuihama's struggle, so she consolidated her "position" even further!

She gripped his sleeve tightly with her small hand.

Lynn sighed deeply in his heart.

A girl who falls into guilt and self-doubt after her courage runs out, and a girl who, after an initial victory, seizes the opportunity to press forward step by step.

This is such a hassle, so incredibly troublesome.

...

Chinese language class in the morning.

On the podium, Lynn was analyzing a classical literary work in his unique, slightly lazy yet always incisive tone.

"...Therefore, when the author uses 'the moonlight is so beautiful' here, it is not simply to describe the scenery."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached each student's ears clearly.

"It is a repressed, subtle, yet uncontrollable outpouring of emotion. It is a confession that hides the words 'I love you' in the scenery under specific circumstances."

Lynn could clearly sense that when he mentioned the word "confession," the originally calm, light blue atmosphere of "studying" in the classroom instantly rippled with countless tiny pink waves.

Adolescent hormones are always so honest.

But within this pink ripple, two auras stood out as particularly unique.

Out of the corner of his eye, he clearly caught sight of that "extraordinary" scenery.

Qiong sat upright in the window seat to the left front.

Her textbook was open, but her gray eyes looked beyond the book and were fixed on him on the podium without blinking.

That wasn't a student's focus on the teacher, but rather... a purer, more obsessive gaze.

Her aura of [emotional perception] was a stable and powerful ice-blue, like absolute zero, as if she were silently building an inviolable fortress that belonged only to the two of them.

However, the scene was completely different for Yui Yuigahama sitting next to her.

She tried hard to keep up with the teacher's pace, nodding her head little by little, but her eyes could never concentrate.

Every now and then, she would steal a quick glance at Lynn, then quickly lower her head as if burned, a suspicious blush rising on her cheeks.

Her aura was a chaotic vortex woven from pink "love", deep blue "guilt" and gray "unease".

Lynn casually shifted her gaze from them to the entire class.

"So, could any student interpret this sentence from a woman's perspective?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fair hand was gracefully raised.

She is Saki Kawasaki, a top student in the class.

"Kawasaki-san, please speak."

“I think,” Kawasaki Saki said, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her voice calm and clear.

"Besides expressing love, this statement also carries a deeper meaning of testing."

"It gives the choice to the other party; if they reciprocate, they will understand."

"If you don't mean to, you can politely end the conversation by saying 'Yes, the moonlight is indeed beautiful,' avoiding the awkwardness that a direct confession might bring."

"It is a very sophisticated and cunning way of communicating."

As soon as she finished speaking, a suppressed gasp and hushed discussion erupted in the classroom.

A hint of admiration flashed in Lynn's eyes. He let the small commotion continue for a moment before tapping the podium lightly with his fingertips with a smile.

“A truly brilliant interpretation.” Lynn nodded approvingly. “Kawasaki-san has accurately captured the underlying power dynamics of language. Now, is there a simpler perspective?”

His gaze fell on the boy who was taking notes intently, as if he were truly contemplating the "moonlight".

"Totsuka-kun, what do you think?"

"Eh? Me, me?"

Totsuka Ayaka suddenly stood up, her face, which was even cuter than a girl's, instantly turning bright red.

He nervously clutched the hem of his clothes, his clear eyes filled with pure confusion and earnestness.

The mere act of him standing up brightened the atmosphere in the classroom, and the gazes of many boys and girls softened.

"I...I think..."

Totsuka Ayaka's voice was soft, with a hint of shyness, "What this means is... being able to see such a beautiful moon with someone you like... that in itself is a very, very happy thing!"

He offered no analysis or interpretation; he simply expressed his most direct feelings with the purest of hearts.

For the first time, Lynn's smile carried a genuine warmth.

"...This is also a perfect answer."

...

The bell rang, signaling the end of the last class of the morning and marking the temporary conclusion of today's learning.

Lynn packed up her lesson plan and prepared to leave.

As soon as he stepped out of the classroom, he saw Yui Yuigahama standing at the other end of the corridor, seemingly talking to a friend, but her eyes kept drifting towards him uncontrollably, full of hesitation and struggle.

Lynn didn't disturb her, but walked straight towards the stairwell.

As Lynn was about to leave his sight, the color drained from Yuibin's face in an instant.

A sense of panic, that "if I don't speak up now, I'll never have another chance," instantly gripped her.

Almost instinctively, she shouted to her friends, "Sorry! I have an emergency!" and then chased after them without hesitation.

"T-Teacher! Please wait a moment!"

She jogged after him, stopping in front of Lynn, but immediately lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the tips of her shoes, her hands nervously twisting together.

"that…"

Her voice was barely audible, filled with remorse.

"Good morning... I'm sorry! I... I don't know what came over me... I suddenly did something so strange... Teacher, do you... think I'm a nuisance...?"

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, until she was almost crying. She then bowed deeply to Lynn at a ninety-degree angle.

"I am so sorry!"

Lynn looked at her fluffy bun, which was trembling slightly with nervousness, and sighed helplessly in her heart.

He knew that this girl, who always put others' feelings first, must be tormented by guilt at this moment, feeling restless and anxious because she had "ruined the atmosphere," "hurt her friends," and "caused trouble for the teacher."

"Yugahama-san."

Lynn's voice was gentle, with a calming power.

"Keep your head up."

Yui hesitated for a moment before slowly and cautiously raising her head. Her beautiful cherry-pink eyes were already filled with tears, like a little animal that had done something wrong and was waiting for judgment.

Lynn looked into her eyes, which were brimming with tears, and remained silent for a moment.

He knew that the easiest way to handle the situation at this moment was to end the conversation with a formulaic "It's okay".

He also knew that if he spoke even slightly harshly, the little animal, which was already on the verge of collapse, would probably burst into tears on the spot, which would be an even bigger problem.

His gaze lingered on those moist eyes for two seconds.

Ultimately, that rational aversion to trouble lost out to something deeper.

He spoke slowly and calmly, in a factual tone:

"Sharing what you like with someone you care about is not something you need to apologize for."

boom--!