Chapter 60: Who on Earth Is It!

Chapter 60: Who on Earth Is It!

[Have you guys watched Yuna and Daisuke? My god.]

[I watched it, I watched it! Is it real? Was Teacher Yamazaki that kind of person?!]

[Unbelievable. Is this hype? Is there evidence?]

[I never expected Teacher Yamazaki to be this kind of refined scum. He was way too hypocritical usually, wasn’t he? Turning into a vegetable can only be called karma!]

[Exactly, exactly. He usually knew there were so many girls in class, yet he dressed so suggestively. Sure enough, he had bad intentions. Good thing he didn’t target us. Great, now even if he wakes up, he’ll probably go to prison.]

[Damn! I even went to the hospital and sent flowers. Who’s going to feel sorry for me?!]

[I suggest we wait and see. After all, these reports and news nowadays reverse every day.]

[There’s no reversing this at all. Even interviews with the people involved are out! I heard the police have already opened a case now and are applying for medical custody!]

[Ah.]

In the new week, the new gossip in class seemed to have caused a huge reaction.

Yatsuno Gen naturally noticed it, and he was somewhat surprised too.

It seemed he had underestimated Nakamura Yuna and Takahashi Daisuke’s mobility and execution.

They released a video this quickly? With interviews too?

As for the police reacting so quickly, opening a case, medical custody, and so on, Morita Chinatsu had probably contributed quite a bit to that as well.

That female officer with the strange temperament was different from normal police officers. At the very least, what she pursued was not merely justice. She would probably connect this matter to him very soon, even if Yuna and Daisuke revealed nothing.

But there was no need for him to worry about that. Her abnormality, on the contrary, was one element that reassured him.

“It finally got exposed.”

Miura Akihiko sighed emotionally from the side.

Yatsuno Gen glanced at him.

“Is this one of those secrets you said the school was unwilling to announce before?”

Miura Akihiko nodded.

“Of course. After all, what school would be willing to admit that the teacher they hired was human trash? But in this situation, all I can say is, good riddance, hahaha.”

A moral standard worthy of appreciation.

There was no message this time, but after thinking about it, Yatsuno Gen still came to activity classroom 215 after school.

He opened the door.

He did not see that girl, but the air still seemed to hold her distinct fragrance.

Had she not been gone long, or had she gone out midway for something?

The boy walked into the classroom and closed the door. Then he saw two bottles of mango juice placed on the table.

“Two bottles?”

He could not help laughing.

He directly picked one up, twisted off the cap, and drank.

The taste was fresh, with a rich mango aroma, and it also had the cool mouthfeel of having been deliberately chilled in this weather.

After he sat down and prepared to look at his phone, then make the next decision after finishing this bottle of mango juice,

Clang.

The door was opened.

A tall figure, black stockings that went past the knees. Her black hair was neatly draped behind her shoulders.

Yatsuno Gen raised his head and looked over.

The girl also looked over. At first glance, she saw the mango juice in Yatsuno Gen’s hand, her sharp gaze seeming somewhat deliberate.

Her tone immediately turned unfriendly.

“Who told you to drink my mango juice?”

Yatsuno Gen looked at the girl innocently.

“It was just sitting on the table, and you weren’t here. There were two bottles too. I figured there was no one other than me who would drink it.”

“Who said the extra bottle was for you? Can’t I drink two bottles myself?”

She still seemed to be blaming him, but her tone was obviously not strong, and her wording was not sharp at all. Yatsuno Gen understood very well. This was her acting out a role she was not good at, and inevitable guilty conscience.

Yatsuno Gen pretended to think, then said,

“I can pay.”

“Do I lack your trifling pocket change? Hmph.”

The girl walked back to the throne that belonged to her.

Under Yatsuno Gen’s inexplicable gaze, she unnaturally picked up the mango juice on the table and drank a large mouthful with her head tilted back. Her beautiful, fair neck rolled slightly as the liquid went down, like a lovely wave.

She did not hear Yatsuno Gen’s answer. She glanced at the boy from the corner of her eye. He seemed to have lowered his head to look at his phone again.

Who knew who he was messaging? After thinking about it, she propped up her tilted head with her palm and said in an indifferent tone,

“It seems your former homeroom teacher will never be able to regain freedom in this life.”

“Mm, probably. You’re paying attention to this matter too?”

Yatsuno Gen did not raise his head, so Asagiri Rin’s gaze could shift toward him a little more. The phone in her hand seemed to have become a meaningless decoration.

“I’m from the Asagiri family, so naturally I know about these things. Besides, if I weren’t paying attention, why do you think I called to inform you that day?”

She seemed to be disdainful of the boy’s insufficient intelligence, that he even had to ask such a thing.

Yatsuno Gen felt that inform was a very good word to use. Very much this girl’s style.

He nodded.

“So you intervened in this matter?”

“Don’t overthink it. A small figure like that isn’t worth my intervention.”

“Oh. True. If your family knew you had helped an orphan, they probably wouldn’t be very happy.”

Her pupils contracted for an instant, then quickly returned to calm.

Her gaze also moved back.

“It’s good that you know.”

For some reason, she felt relieved, yet at the same time, there was a melancholy sense of loss, as if she could only swallow the truth alone.

Him understanding on his own and herself saying it out loud were probably completely different situations.

Yatsuno Gen fell silent again. She felt a strange urge to scratch her hair, but suppressed that odd feeling.

She said offhandedly, “Did you see Saionji today?”

Yatsuno Gen looked at her strangely.

“Isn’t she your friend? Why ask me?”

“Just an ordinary friend.”

“I understand. It’s just that you don’t seem to have many friends, so even if you say ordinary friend, she’s actually one of a kind, right?”

Asagiri Rin frowned unhappily.

She did not like Yatsuno Gen’s way of testing her bottom line little by little, as if he were trying to dissect her.

Mm... no one could completely understand another person. Most of it was self-righteous misunderstanding.

But if there were one person in the world who could thoroughly understand her, perhaps that person could only be...

Her gaze drifted slightly.

Then she abruptly realized the sudden heat in her cheeks and unnaturally lowered her head, looking at her phone and letting her long hair cover the side of her face.

“Don’t talk as if you understand me... Saionji said she would send me the photo, but there hasn’t been a single message.”

“What photo?”

The moment Yatsuno Gen asked, Asagiri Rin glared at him.

Then she saw the boy’s malicious smile.

“The photo you’re talking about couldn’t be the one of us together, could it?”

Asagiri Rin gritted her teeth.

He was playing dumb again. Clearly, sometimes her temper was still pretty good. It was this bastard who insisted on going against her.

“She said the Literature Club wants to use that photo. I want to see how they processed it. My portrait rights aren’t something just anyone can use.”

“I understand what you mean.”

“?”

Before Asagiri Rin could react, she saw the incomparably handsome boy place his phone on the table with that good-looking hand. The screen displayed a QR code.

He smiled as he looked at her.

“Add me as a friend, and I’ll send you the photo.”

“...”

Asagiri Rin did not answer immediately. Instead, she first tapped a few times on her own phone screen. Then she seemed to imitate Yatsuno Gen’s movement, only in the flower on a high peak version.

She proudly placed her phone on the table and also brought up the QR code screen.

“Sorry, I don’t have the habit of scanning others. You scan me.”

“You even have to fight over this?”

Asagiri Rin gave him a disdainful look, crossed her arms, and leaned against the sofa behind her.

“Who’s fighting with you? This was my habit to begin with. Scan me.”

Scan you?

Why not go scan goods at the supermarket?

Yatsuno Gen picked up his phone, sighed softly, and said while scanning,

“Being able to obtain the great Miss Asagiri’s friendship, does this count as something worth showing off?”

A clear beep sounded.

Only then did Asagiri Rin pick up her phone as if she did not care, but her finger tapped the option to accept the friend request quite quickly.

Listening to Yatsuno Gen’s words, she snorted softly.

“Your mouth is on your own body. If you want to show off, can I stop you? But you should feel honored because of it too. After all, there has never been a man among my friends...”

“Hm?”

Yatsuno Gen raised his head.

The girl immediately gripped her phone tightly. She directly adjusted her sitting posture, turning her body sideways and avoiding looking directly at Yatsuno Gen. It was just that her beautiful long legs were stacked one atop the other, so the perfect curve where her thigh connected to her hip could faintly be seen.

Firm and not excessively slender. Yatsuno Gen did not like chopstick legs. Asagiri Rin’s were just right.

“Did you leave something unsaid just now?”

The girl did not look at him at all.

“What did I say? Are you so overwhelmed by favor because you have a chance to spend time with me in the same club that you’re starting to hallucinate?”

Yatsuno Gen nodded repeatedly and drank a large mouthful of mango juice.

“I thought I was already narcissistic enough. Turns out you’re the real master, great lady.”

The words great lady sounded strange coming from his mouth, as if they were sarcastic.

She directly ignored the sentence.

“The photo.”

“I’ll find it and send it to you.”

The photo was sent over quickly.

But the first thing Asagiri Rin saw was not the image of herself and this boy holding the same umbrella together, but Yatsuno Gen standing beside a wheelchair... and there seemed to be a young, beautiful girl sitting in the wheelchair.

Before she could see clearly,

it showed that the other party had already withdrawn the message. Only then did he send over the photo of himself and her.

Asagiri Rin had completely stopped caring about how that photo had been taken, or whether the image of her inside had undergone any filter or post-processing. None of that seemed important anymore.

She turned her head a little stiffly and looked at Yatsuno Gen.

The boy looked apologetic.

“Sorry, I sent the wrong first photo.”

“Who was that?”

She did not even know how those words came out of her mouth. It seemed that in this instant, she was in a state where she had to say it or she would not be satisfied. Reason could not control certain impulses that came from the roots.

Yatsuno Gen blinked, his gaze odd.

“You want to know?”

“...Who cares?”

She turned her head away and opened a webpage to search directly.

[How to see a message the other party withdrew, can money do it?]

Who is it, who is it, who is it, who is it, who is it, who is it.

Who on earth is it!!