We’ve traveled through Tokyo, who still wants to simulate love?

When the alarm rang again, it was already daytime.

When Asaha Kazama got up from the bed, she felt her body was light, as if something was different.

After taking a shower, looking at myself in front of the mirror, I always feel a little more energetic.

Is it because of improved physical fitness? Or is it for other reasons?

Asaha Kazama doesn't know.

He is going to school.

After getting in the car, he chose a corner that was not easily squeezed into, hid in it, and played a Russian radio broadcast to speed up his absorption of Russian knowledge.

What surprised him was that he could clearly feel that the speed of absorbing Kimura Fairy's Russian memory was accelerating.

Just from the perspective of thinking, it seems that the intelligence added by attribute points is more about learning ability. It is impossible to expect oneself to be as smart as a demon.

Perhaps it was because Rina Ishihara rewarded him too many times this time. Even with the use of digestive potions, he was far from able to absorb all these memories.

Asaba Kazama estimated that during this period of time, he would have to wait for himself to digest it in his sleep.

I just don’t know what Rina Ishihara is doing now.

Qianyu Kazama's thinking was a little divergent.

As the bus stopped, another group of people rushed onto the bus.

He pulled on his clothes and felt that after the space became narrower, it became much hotter and stuffier in the car.

He vaguely heard girls whispering next to him.

"Did you see that boy in the corner? He's good-looking, he's not an idol of some kind, right?"

"What are you thinking? Which idol can be a real top student? He is obviously wearing the uniform of Hakuin High School."

"Ah, that high school is famous for its high admission rate. I heard that quite a few students from that school are admitted to Tokyo University every year."

"That's why I want to criticize you..."

"Um?"

"How could I not know if there really were idols of such high quality? In recent years, let alone idols, even the aesthetics of male publicists have been downgraded."

"...What you said makes sense."

Asaha Kazama heard this funny.

In previous lives, audiences have long suffered from ugly men in costumes, and this is also the case in Tokyo.

Speaking of which, this was not the case before. When a girl, especially a pretty girl, secretly complimented him on the bus, the male compatriots around him would always cast envious and jealous looks.

But this time, when he looked at his male compatriots from the corner of his eye, the faint malice disappeared.

Even a male office worker showed a gentle smile when he looked at me, as if he saw something eye-catching.

Not only did he not feel uncomfortable being stared at by everyone, he actually raised his head and smiled at the girls who were staring at him.

The girls who were whispering stopped talking.

Ashamed.

In class this morning, Asaha Kazama's most intuitive feeling was that he was asked more questions by the teacher.

Especially the female teacher, who almost always asked him to get up to answer questions. It wasn't until he showed a troubled expression on his face that the teacher let him go with some embarrassment.

On his way back to the classroom at noon, he met Mr. Haruna Hayakawa.

Teacher Hayakawa gave him a critical blow at the beginning: "Asaba-san, you finally don't look a little sick today!"

Asaba Kazama shook his head in confusion: "Mr. Hayakawa, stop teasing me. I was asked 11 times in the morning, and you asked the most questions."

Hayakawa Haruna laughed playfully and said, "I can't help it. Teacher always has enough preference for things that are eye-catching. Who told Asaba-san to look good today?"

"This is not what a young teacher should say. If there are any rumors, you might get in trouble."

"I'm just praising you as a normal teacher." She said with some dissatisfaction, gently shook the milk bottle in her hand, and said, "Besides, it's impossible, I don't have much respect for boys your age. Interested, I like something more mature and reliable.”

Asaba Kazama was surprised: "So in the eyes of Mr. Hayakawa, am I a very unreliable boy?"

Hayakawa Haruna shook her head: "You are too young. I like someone older."

He could actually see that Haruna Hayakawa was telling the truth.

Liking to see beautiful boys and liking beautiful boys are two different things.

Just like Fairy Kimura, he never denies her beauty in the simulation and doesn't mind her staying nearby to beautify the surrounding environment, but if you say you like her, that's a bit ridiculous.

Although these words were a bit inappropriate for him to say after he had occupied Rina Ishihara.

Thinking of the time he spent with Rina Ishihara in the simulation, he couldn't help but smile.

Hayakawa Haruna was stunned for a moment, then walked over helplessly and patted him on the shoulder, saying:

"You kid, I'll give you a piece of advice, don't smile so brightly at everyone, otherwise you won't be able to calm down and study in the past year and a half of Baiyin High School."

"I'll just take Mr. Hayakawa's words as a compliment for my appearance." Asaha Kazama snorted, "I still have a little bit of confidence in my appearance."

"Suddenly I became a lot more confident." Hayakawa Haruna sighed, and then looked at him suspiciously and said: "Asaba-san, you didn't go to the coming-of-age ceremony yesterday, right? At your age, you are still studying It’s important, don’t be fooled by bad women.”

The smile on Asaba Kazama's lips froze for a moment, and after a while he continued to smile: "That's a seductive big sister, but Hayakawa-sensei and I are very similar."

"Um?"

"I also like mature ones." Asaba Kazama laughed playfully, and before Hayakawa Haruna could react, he ran past her.

Hayakawa Haruna turned around to look at his running back, shook her head helplessly, and pushed her frame.

"I like older people, I like older people."

Hayakawa Haruna muttered twice, and suddenly remembered the boy's smile just now.

"Wow~ It seems that being younger is not a problem."

The moment the young man smiled, she suddenly felt a strong desire to ravage him. Fortunately, she had strong willpower and suppressed it.

After taking some time to clear her mind of distracting thoughts, she thought to herself:

"This little guy affects people's emotions. As expected, I should give him more homework in the afternoon."

Teacher Hayakawa had an idea in his mind.

…

By the time Asaba Kazama finished handling everything, it was almost evening.

When he came out of Mr. Hayakawa's office, he had a sad expression on his face.

"It was too much. I was immediately sanctioned."

Taking the homework list assigned to her by Teacher Hayakawa today, she returned to the classroom and prepared to pack her things and leave. However, he suddenly found a boy with dyed yellow hair sitting on his chair in the classroom that was supposed to be empty. He crossed his legs and looked impatient.

After seeing him, the boy stood up and wanted to say something, and heard Asaba Kazama say with a smile: "It's not impossible to make a short video."

Shimura Kazuya was stunned for a moment.

Why did this person rush to answer? Who told him the news? Sa Tai?

Asaba Kazama opened the table, took out his schoolbag, turned to Kazuya, who wanted him to help shoot videos and upload TIK-TOK, and said:

"Come and play tennis. If you can beat me, I might be able to agree to your more extreme request. If you lose, just keep your favorite tennis racket."

Shimura Kazuya was stunned for a moment, and then a provocative smile appeared on his face: "Asaba Kazama, I have never seen you in the tennis club. You don't think you can beat me without practicing, do you?"

Qian Yufengjian spread his hands: "Are you going to fight or not?"

"You will regret this!"

Shimura Kazuya decided to let this kid lose a big game. It didn't matter anything about making videos. He wanted to make this guy understand that tennis is not such a simple thing.

"Who do you think I am? I'm Shimura Kazuya from the tennis club!"

…

[Location: Hakuin High School Tennis Court]

[Time: twenty minutes later]

Shimura Kazuya stood on the court with a blank mind.

He didn't even understand how he lost. This was no longer a complete defeat, but a complete explosion.

He lost his favorite racket and lost all his confidence.

Asaha Kazama, who was standing opposite him, stretched out and said with a smile: "I accepted the tennis racket, ah~ It feels good to have someone come out as a punching bag when you are unhappy!"

As he spoke, he picked up his backpack and walked out of the tennis court. He seemed to remember something. He turned back to the confused Shimura Kazuya and said:

"You're not even close yet."