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

In this frozen despair, Yui Yuigahama grabbed Sora's hand and unconsciously tightened her grip, so much so that Sora's brows furrowed slightly.

Qiong didn't like this feeling.

This cold, sticky feeling called "despair" reminded her of those rainy, dark days long ago.

She raised her head, her clear gray eyes sweeping over everyone in the room.

The always perfect Yukino Yukinoshita was now as pale as paper.

Yui Yuigahama, who is always so energetic, looked like a little puppy about to cry.

There are also Hikigaya, Hayama... things...

They are all part of Onii-chan's "daily life".

For the first time, a strange thought surfaced in Qiong's mind.

—If Onii-chan's "daily life" breaks down, will he... be unhappy?

The moment this thought arose, she made an instinctive move that she herself had not anticipated.

She quietly took her phone out of her pocket.

In a corner unnoticed by everyone, he skillfully opened the chat software and sent a short message to the only contact he paid special attention to and pinned to the top of his chat list.

[Sora: Onii-chan, they seem to be in trouble.]

Chapter 75: Teacher Lynn is both a god and a devil!

The air in the activity room was as heavy as mercury.

Yukino Yukinoshita slowly picked up her phone again.

This time, no one stopped her.

Because everyone understands that they have done their best.

Faced with such absolute power, all struggles seem so futile.

With a resolute air of facing certain death, she slowly and heavily pressed the dial key.

Just before her fingertips touched the screen, sacrificing her last shred of dignity, she was about to do so.

"To put on such a look of being about to lose everything in a battle that is destined to be won."

A lazy, sleepy voice suddenly broke the silence of the activity room.

"Yukinoshita-kun, your perfectionism is really troublesome."

Everyone turned around abruptly, their eyes all fixed on the doorway.

Lynn appeared there at some point, still looking listless and yawning, one hand in his pocket, leaning lazily against the door frame.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, he strode across the room at a leisurely pace, heading straight for Yukino Yukinoshita, who stood frozen in place.

His footsteps were light, yet they struck like heavy drums, each step resonating in everyone's hearts.

Just as Yukino was caught off guard by his sudden approach, a hand reached out from the side and casually pinched her wrist with two fingers, preventing her from making a final move.

That hand was long, clean, with distinct knuckles, and carried a reassuring strength.

"Teacher Lin... Teacher Lin En..."

Yukino Yukinoshita's voice trembled slightly.

His fingertips carried a slightly cool temperature, like a faint electric current that instantly coursed through her body, causing her mind to go blank for a moment.

She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but found that the other person's fingerprints were completely immovable, like an unshakeable mountain.

My heart skipped a beat uncontrollably, then began to pound wildly.

A surge of heat rose from her neck, quickly flushing her fair cheeks.

Lynn seemed to only then notice the strangeness in the room, and he let go of her hand.

His gaze shifted from her face, which was flushed with an unnatural redness, and swept over the scene of "collective martyrdom," his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"So, what exactly happened?"

He asked as if he hadn't been summoned by Qiong's message, but had just happened to be passing by.

Yukino Yukinoshita took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and quickly recounted the desperate situation of having all sponsorships withdrawn in the simplest language.

She expected to see a solemn expression on Lynn's face, or at least a hint of sympathy.

However, Lynn simply listened and then yawned.

"Oh, so you don't have enough money for 860."

His nonchalant reaction left Yukino Yukinoshita speechless, unable to utter a single word of the explanations she had prepared for "this is Haruno's conspiracy."

He seemed...completely unconcerned about how complicated the problem was, or who was behind it all.

This extreme composure made Yukino Yukinoshita feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

It was as if a group of mortals were crying out in despair over a raging flood, while he simply stood on a cloud, watching these busy ants with a strange look.

Lynn was truly speechless.

Lynn's gaze slowly swept across the activity room.

He saw the frequent call records from the upper class on Hayato Hayama's phone;

I saw Yui Yuigahama's face crumble as her innocence was exposed;

Finally, his gaze fell on Yukino Yukinoshita's stubborn yet pale face.

He sighed silently and wearily in his heart.

--trouble.

He spoke lazily, his voice not loud, but it was like a calming pill, instantly quelling all the panic in the room.

"Did you make a mistake?"

Everyone, including Yukinoshita, looked at him blankly.

"What we are facing now is not a debt crisis of more than 20 million."

He walked to the whiteboard, picked up a pen, and crossed out the glaring deficit figure "2150 million" with a rough horizontal line.

Then, to everyone's puzzled looks, he wrote down a new word next to it.

— "Attention level".

He gently tapped the three characters with the tip of his pen.

"It's a top-tier advertising space worth well over 20 million, which has already generated enough buzz to be known throughout the city."

Yukino Yukinoshita's eyes flashed, and she instantly understood the surface meaning: "What you mean is... to package this crisis as a public relations event to attract new corporate sponsors?"

This approach is more ingenious than all their previous plans, but it is still full of uncertainties.

"Just filling a 20 million hole is already very difficult, I can't guarantee it..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lynn lazily interrupted her.

"Fill the hole?"

Lynn turned her head and looked at her with the eyes one would use to look at a stupid student.

"Yukinoshita-kun, why do you always set your goals so low?"

He uttered those words in a matter-of-fact tone that made the air in the entire room freeze instantly.

“A normal project, given such a huge amount of attention, should not only cover costs but also generate profits.”

"Only in this way can I establish a reserve fund, so that I won't be bothered by this kind of trouble again."

boom--! ! !

"Profit?!"

Yui Yuigahama let out a gasp as if she had seen a ghost; she felt that her brain was completely unable to comprehend the meaning of her teacher's words.

They're on the edge of a cliff, discussing how not to fall and die.

And Mr. Lynn... he's actually thinking about how to dig out a gold mine from the bottom of the cliff, and while he's at it, build a helicopter to fly up there?!

Hachiman Hikigaya's hand, holding the MAX coffee, suddenly trembled, and he didn't even feel the scalding liquid spill onto the back of his hand.

His usually calm, expressionless eyes were now slightly widened by extreme shock.

(Is this man insane...?)

(While we're still figuring out how to survive, he's already thinking about how to get rich?! This isn't just capitalist work, this is the devil's way of thinking!)

The impact on Yukino Yukinoshita was the greatest.

Her worldview was completely overturned at this moment.

All her efforts, all her struggles, and all her rational analysis were aimed at solving that deficit of "20 million".

But the man in front of her casually told her that the number that made her despair, that seemed like an insurmountable chasm, was not only not the end, but... not even the beginning.

This is no longer a difference in the level of thinking.

This is... a dimensional crushing defeat.

After a brief moment of distraction, Yukinoshita forced herself to calm down.

Her brain was working at an astonishing speed, trying to comprehend Lynn's incomprehensible logic.

(Profitability... How to achieve profitability? The goal of external corporate sponsorship is at most brand exposure; they are unlikely to provide funding far exceeding the budget... So, where will the money come from?)

Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to her worst suggestion, which had been rejected earlier.

(Dig inward...dig inside the school...)

A thought flashed through her mind like lightning.

(Could it be that... the teacher's target is still the students' parents? But he said it wasn't begging... but profit... turning begging into profit... the only explanation is that he's packaging the act of 'donation' as an 'investment' that can generate returns!)

Having figured this out, she felt as if she had grasped the tail of Lynn's train of thought, but something still felt off.

She looked up at Lynn with a gaze that held a mixture of inquiry and skepticism:

“Ms. Lynn, I understand what you mean. Packaging ‘fundraising’ as ‘investment’ sounds more respectable.”

"But in essence, don't we still have to ask the students' parents to give us financial assistance for the sake of their children?"

"How does this differ from my plan in terms of execution?"

Hachiman Hikigaya also spoke up, staring at Lynn with his rotten, dead fish eyes.

"In the end, it still comes down to who you are. It's just that it's changed from 'please have pity on me' to 'please invest in me.' The essence hasn't changed."

"ask?"

Lynn chuckled as if he had heard an amusing joke, and shook his head.

"Yukinoshita-san, Hachiman-san, your thinking has been wrong from the very beginning."

He turned around, walked to the whiteboard, picked up a pen, and wrote a number heavily after "Chief Strategic Partner":

"3"

"Who told you we were going to 'beg' them?"

Lynn's voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the entire activity room.

“We’re not selling anything, we’re issuing qualifications.” He pointed to the “3” with the tip of his pen, his tone calm but leaving no room for argument.

"There are only three 'chief' spots in the entire Zongwu High School that can participate in this 'city-wide attention-grabbing comeback show'."

Yui Yuigahama asked blankly, "Qualifications?"

“That’s right.” Lynn’s gaze swept over the crowd.

"Do you think those elite parents care about showing their faces at the school festival? No."

He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, his voice seemingly possessing a magical quality, precisely dissecting human nature.

"What they care about is that line on their child's resume: 'A student executive committee member who turned the tide, successfully led the biggest crisis management in the history of Soubu High School Festival, and ultimately achieved profitability.'"

"This is far more helpful for their applications to top universities than getting first place a hundred times in cram schools."