Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

"Then I'll head back now, I have a lot of homework today."

This is a lie. Luo Zhen, who didn't go to school all day, doesn't even know what classes he had today.

He was just making up an excuse to leave.

Naruhito Akihito naturally understood this as well, and thus cooperated by saying:

"Then we'll leave first."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Luo Zhen returned to his home.

I casually tossed my backpack, which I'd been carrying all day, onto the sofa.

Luo Zhen kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed, letting out a long sigh of relief.

I feel like I never want to leave this bed again.

"Oh, right, homework."

Although he didn't go to school, Luo Zhen still remembered that he had homework to do.

Don't ask him how he knew the homework; just say Sakamoto is awesome.

Looking at the homework answers Sakamoto sent him, Luo Zhen smiled happily.

Doing tasks makes me unhappy.

I'm not happy to be home.

Copying homework, so fun!

The next morning, Luo Zhen went to school with his little schoolbag on his back.

Sitting in the classroom, I felt a strange sense of being in another world.

No matter the time, the classroom is always noisy.

The boys chatted and joked about funny things in their lives.

The girls were excitedly discussing the newly opened dessert shop in small groups.

Even if there are some conflicts, they are mostly verbal, with virtually no physical altercations.

For Luo Zhen, this kind of life always felt unreal.

Yesterday I was writing a task summary at the research institute's base, and today I'm sitting in the classroom preparing to teach.

This contrast made Luo Zhen feel very uneasy.

"Good morning."

Just as Luo Zhen was gazing out the window in a daze, a man radiating light walked in.

Her fair skin shone like white jade under the sunlight.

The simple black-rimmed glasses give people a sense of returning to simplicity.

On him, an ordinary school uniform looked like an expensive suit.

The carefully buttoned buttons and meticulously styled hair reveal the other person's personality.

He's the coolest kid in the class!

Sakamoto!

"Good morning."

Compared to Sakamoto, Rozen doesn't stand out as much.

However, Luo Zhen was quite happy with this arrangement.

In fact, the purpose of many boys deliberately making exaggerated gestures is very simple, probably the same concept as a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

It's all about attracting girls' attention, whether it's good or bad; as long as you can get a girl's attention, you've succeeded.

And Luo Zhen?

That's fine, a girlfriend isn't as fun as an enthusiastic containment object.

Am I right.

Good morning, everyone. We'll have a short morning meeting now.

Standing outside the classroom, Hiratsuka Shizuka composed herself before pushing open the door and entering the classroom.

She was very upset about the failed blind date last night.

However, for a qualified teacher, not bringing personal emotions into the classroom should be a basic skill.

"Let's skip the roll call and get straight to the explanation."

After scanning the classroom, Hiratsuka Shizuka nodded slightly when she saw Luo Zhen arrive for class.

Although it's unclear why Luo Zhen took leave, it doesn't seem to be due to any personal issues.

With a friend like Sakamoto around, it probably wasn't something like bullying.

Should we talk to him after class?

Let's take a look first.

What Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't know was that Luo Zhen would be taking leave much more often in the future.

"Regarding club issues, clubs that are short of members should hurry up and recruit more people."

"For students in the Homecoming Department, I suggest you join a club."

"Of course, it's not mandatory, just a suggestion."

The short meeting lasted about five minutes, and the content was nothing more than the same old thing.

Clubs, school rules, and recent class housekeeping issues.

Actually, nothing was particularly important.

But this is the norm in schools.

“It’s really peaceful.”

Looking at the textbooks on his desk, Luo Zhen couldn't help but sigh.

Chapter 41 Title: Runaway

In the large classroom, only Hiratsuka Shizuka's voice could be heard speaking.

Some students in the audience were daydreaming, some were reading, and some even secretly took out their phones and started playing.

Hiratsuka Shizuka saw all of this, but said nothing.

Many people felt that their actions were very discreet and that the teacher did not notice them.

But in fact, from the teacher's podium, it's perfectly clear what the people below are doing.

It's just that sometimes teachers don't really want to say it.

In internet parlance, this teacher has already "laid down".

Whatever, I don't care anymore.

Hiratsuka Shizuya knew that her reputation among the students wasn't very good.

She truly cares deeply for her students, and although her methods may have been somewhat extreme, it doesn't change the fact that she cares about them.

As a result, the students are now more and more afraid of her than the last, and sometimes she even wonders if she shouldn't be so serious.

"Does anyone have any questions?"

After putting down her notes from the meeting, Hiratsuka Shizuka glanced around the classroom and asked a question.

The audience remained completely silent; no one spoke.

Perhaps some students do have their own ideas, but they won't say them directly to the teacher.

"Then it will end soon."

Finding that no one had raised any objections, Hiratsuka Shizuka readily left the classroom with her folder.

Since the students didn't say anything, she decided not to think about it anymore.

She happens to have no classes today, so let's go out and have a drink with Machida.

Humming a little tune, Hiratsuka Shizuka pondered the rest of the day's plans.

"Ugh! Why is there a minimum membership requirement for clubs?!"

Not long after Hiratsuka Shizuka left, Aki Tomo started wailing and clutching his head.

I accidentally bumped the bump on the back of my head and couldn't help but gasp.

"It hurts."

"Aki, you bumped your head again."

The people around them were deliberately shouting loudly.

Aki Tomoya blushed and said:

"What do you mean 'again'! How dare you slander someone's innocence out of thin air!"

"What innocence? Everyone knows you hit your head twice right after the start of the semester!"

The surrounding classmates burst into laughter.

The fact that Aki Tomoya bumped his head three times not long after the start of the semester became quite a topic of conversation in the class.

It is very impolite to use other people's embarrassing moments as jokes.

But who cares?

They only care about themselves.

"Luo Zhen, does the place where you do part-time work have high educational requirements?"

Flipping through the textbook in his hand, Sakamoto suddenly asked.

Luo Zhen, who was watching the show, was taken aback and looked at Sakamoto with some surprise.

Although he knew that Sakamoto might have some vague knowledge about the existence of the Human Rights Protection Agency, he did not expect him to ask so directly.

"Normally speaking, it's quite high."

This is true; research institutes have very high requirements for research personnel.

A doctoral degree is nothing special within research institutes; in fact, it's quite common.

Even for regular members, there are certain requirements.

Of course, this is normal.

Luo Zhen didn't mention any extraordinary circumstances, and Sakamoto didn't ask either.

Because Sakamoto knew he was just an 'ordinary' student.

Although he has some outstanding qualities in life, he can only be considered an excellent student overall.

There are others whose achievements can be compared to his.

Kasumigaoka Utaha from Class B, and Yukino Yukinoshita and Kyoko Hori from Class D are all contenders for first place.

Even though he has more knowledge than a high school student, he might not be able to consistently get first place in exams.

Sakamoto lowered his head and continued flipping through the book in his hands.

Scratching his head, Luo Zhen didn't press Sakamoto for answers.

He could probably understand Sakamoto's thoughts.

No matter the reason, he would not be willing to spend his life like this.

If he knew nothing at all, that would be fine.

But having vaguely sensed the truth of the world, how could he be willing to give up so easily?

The most alluring thing is never the naked reality, but the presence that lurks in the darkness.

It seems to exist, yet it seems not to exist.