85 A Child, who cries

While she had some guesses in her mind, Tsukimi Chifuyu, who had never received such a gift before, found it hard to believe.

Facing the anxious and expectant gaze of idiot Chifuyu.

Sasaki glanced around and, after finding that the two were almost transparent with no one paying attention to them at the back of the class, leaned forward with the charm's thin string in hand, approaching the girl.

Knowing what he intended to do, the latter, also unable to focus on her surroundings, blinked nervously a few times before leaning forward, holding out her plump little watermelon and slightly raising her long, white neck.

Brushing aside the hair falling beside her face, Sasaki, who had a smile brimming in his eyes, locked his gaze with her flustered ones.

At this moment, her eyes, filled with shyness and anticipation yet nervously flustered, seemed almost begging to be teased.

Looking at that irresistible look, reluctantly suppressing the urge to kiss her creamy cheek and rosy lips hard,

He tied the string of the charm around her neck and then pulled back.

The classroom was not a good place to communicate feelings.

Although thrilling and blood-pumping,

If rumours started to spread,

His idea of taking Chifuyu home would have to be postponed for a long time.

Although he was eager to assert who was the real master of his body,

At this time and place, it wasn't wise to let his desires take over.

Narrowing his eyes, Sasaki sighed softly,

Exhaling the intense desire that burned within him, his gaze shifted to the girl, who tucked the sky-blue charm inside her uniform, his fiery desire gradually turning into a lemon-yellow envy.

It's just alright...

What's so great about it...

I'm not envious at all...

Noticing Fuyumi's gaze,

The girl twirled a strand of hair around her ear, slightly turning her head away, feeling embarrassed.

As a girl, she could sense the sometimes blatantly obvious heated stares from boys.

Facing them, Chifuyu Tsukimi just felt fear and dread, as well as nausea from the bottom of her heart.

But under his gaze,

Her heart was filled with nervousness and bashfulness.

Nervous that Fuyumi might notice some imperfections about her that she herself hadn't seen,

Bashful because his gaze, burning with intensity, made her irresistibly shy.

Watching the girl suddenly become coy, Sasaki also realised the inappropriateness of his stare.

But unlike those boys who would awkwardly scratch their heads and laugh it off, pretending to be oblivious, after being caught red-handed, he openly complimented her.

"Chifuyu, you're so cute~"

"Mhm~ The cutest in the world!"

'Mm, same as my Otome..'

'Well, they're both my wings, so being tied for first isn't too much, right?'

Finding a perfectly reasonable excuse in his heart, Sasaki's smile showed no signs of embarrassment or shame.

And when Chifuyu, who was already blushing from his fiery eyes, heard his straightforward praise,

Her already rosy cheeks turned into a tempting, glossy red, like freshly wet apples.

Covering her flushed face with her fair hands, the girl, unable to contain her embarrassment, let out a whimper and turned away, her soft, white legs stomping slightly.

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Looking at the little fool bury her face in her arms, her ears red to the tips,

Sasaki hadn't even started laughing when he noticed someone entering the room from the corner of his eye.

Turning away from her, he looked at Haruno Ayato, who handed him his backpack.

"Was everything okay last night?"

Addressing his immediate concern upon sitting down, Sasaki waved it off:

"It's nothing, just the neighbour's little sister having a conflict with her brother."

"Good to hear. You left in such a hurry yesterday; I thought something had happened."

Pulling out his textbooks, and hearing the answer, Ayato's expression visibly relaxed.

Before Sasaki could say anything else, he advised:

"You left your backpack at the shop yesterday and missed the review. So, you'd better catch up now; we have a quiz soon."

Hearing this, the smile on Sasaki's lips stiffened.

Facing the seriously advising boy, his expression became more solemn.

"All subjects?"

"Yeah, because today's schedule fits perfectly for a quiz in each subject, the teachers decided to make today a test day. It happens weekly."

Holding up his textbook, Ayato continued:

"The questions will cover what we learned last week and this week. It's not much, so last-minute studying helps. As long as you have heard in the class carefully, you just need to take a quick look, and you can still get higher in the exam."

Watching him speak while also glancing at his textbook,

Sasaki, who was amazed by his seriousness, asked:

"With all your diligence, what do you usually score?"

"Uh... on average... above 50..."

Scratching his reddened face awkwardly, the latter explained:

"I can't help it..."

Not wanting to dwell on his own performance, Haruno Ayato, unaware of Sasaki's actual grades, countered: "Sasaki-kun seems pretty relaxed. Didn't you say before..."

Recalling Sasaki's mention that their grades were similar, but seeing his carefree demeanor now, it hardly seemed they were on the same level.

"I... well, you'll see after the test."

Facing Haruno Ayato's gaze, Sasaki suddenly caught a glimpse of the idiot Chifuyu; as an idea flashed in his mind, the words on his lips suddenly changed, and he said something ambiguous.

And looking at the boy, who seemed so embarrassed, Ayato couldn't help but have a thought that his grades were not as good as his own, and he was embarrassed to say it.

So after reminding again, 'Read the book carefully. I highlighted the key points for you yesterday. ' He turned around and stopped disturbing Sasaki's review.

Looking at the worried look in the boy's eyes before turning around, Sasaki laughed silently and didn't care.

Although he was not an honour student in his previous life, having only attended an ordinary university.

Not to mention, he had long forgotten all the knowledge he learned in high school.

But in this life, his physique and his abilities were far too overpowered.

Although, because he was sleeping in class for like every second subject so, he still couldn't do math or anything like that.

But for things that required rote memorisation, Sasaki was sure that he could get a score of 95 or above.

Just with that, his composite score would be passable.

But… there was no need.

Only the child who cries gets the milk.

If he remembered correctly… Aunt Kyouka has always been very concerned about his grades…

Holding that thought close, Sasaki awaited the teacher, who entered the classroom with the test papers.