Club

Thinking of the humiliated faces of those two idiots who were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, Natsuha smiled and nodded. "They really are stupid."

Then, looking at the boy, who was also laughing along with her, she felt inexplicably comfortable in her heart and couldn't help but tease him.

"Is there a possibility that Sasaki student is too wicked?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Shaking his head, the latter denied it and, at the same time, glanced at the girl, who was trying to slander him.

"I helped Shinomiya-san.

So, strictly speaking, Shinomiya-san, who said I was bad, is really bad."

"It's just a joke." Seeing that Sasaki was not angry because of her joke, the girl gradually relaxed and couldn't help but mention her identity again. "Besides, I am…"

"Yes, yes, the main player of the Aikido club, those two monkeys would not dare to touch you."

Knowing what she wanted to say, Sasaki chuckled and stole her next words.

The girl's face slowly turned red, and she raised her small fist in dissatisfaction and hit his shoulder. "Sasaki-san is really evil-minded. You want to take revenge on me even for this little thing."

Feeling the soft, massage like force on his shoulders, the latter smiled and said nothing.

And Hearing that he didn't speak anymore, Natsuha, who felt comfortable talking to him, picked up the topic again.

"Speaking of which, you haven't joined a club yet, have you?"

"A club? Does going home club count?" Sasaki Fuyumi didn't want to join any club and just wanted to go home and chat with Otome.

After all, what club would be more entertaining than the time spent with his girlfriend?

"No, that doesn't count. There's no one in our class in the going-home club." Glancing at the boy, who seemed to know nothing, Natsuha Shinomiya explained the rules of class 2-B to him. "Our homeroom teacher is Takamine Ayako, the Japanese literature teacher.

She used to teach third-year students, you know that, right?"

"heard about it."

"It's said that Takamine-sensei had seen too many students who did not join clubs at school and did not communicate with their parents when they returned home and gradually became withdrawn.

Therefore, in order to prevent those students from being unable to adapt to society, she made it mandatory for students in her class to join clubs.

Although it may not necessarily improve the isolation of some students, at least they can communicate with others and won't end up unable to speak after a long time.

Of course, it's not mandatory for you to join. If you have a reason why you can't join a club, Takamine-sensei will make accommodations."

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Looking at the boy lowering his head as if falling in deep thinking, with a focused and serious look on his face, Shinomiya Natsuha unconsciously glanced a few more times, then hesitated for a moment, before hinting at something with her words.

"Do you have any clubs in mind that you want to join?"

"Not yet..." After hearing the question, Sasaki came back from his thoughts and subconsciously replied.

At the same time, he looked at the girl's squirming look and understood her hint.

"It doesn't matter what club I join, my purpose is just to be a ghost member."

He didn't respond immediately, but stated his own plan instead.

Since Natsuha Shinomiya hinted at him, it meant that he would definitely be able to join.

But in order not to embarrass the girl, it was better to make it clear in advance.

After all, he also knew that he wouldn't spend time on such clubs, not to mention the club activities, he would often disappear after joining.

As for the reason...

Although he had nothing specific at the moment, considering his current financial situation, Sasaki Fuyumi felt he needed a part-time job to sustain his daily expenses.

This was what he used to do before, but because he didn't tell his boss before being hospitalized, he was fired.

Of course, he could also wait for Aunt Kyouka to move into the house, and then just live with her money..the generic soft rice choice.

Although this was a good choice, no man would want his financial lifeline to be controlled by others.

What's more, Sasaki, who had some different kind of affection for Aunt Kyoka, didn't want to be inferior to her in this aspect.

After all, money is a man's courage. If he was caught in this aspect, he would inherently feel weaker in many ways

He did not want his plan to bring happiness to others, and live a blessed life to be aborted before it was even implemented.

Although his ambition wasn't great, Sasaki Fuyumi, with the thoughts of a normal man, still wanted to strive for his happiness.

So the first step was to not waste time on clubs.

He could join, but it couldn't take up too much of his time.

Faced with Sasaki's request, Shinomiya Natsuha shook her head in embarrassment.

"This... I'm afraid I can't help with that. I may be the main player, but I'm not the club president.

And because our president wants to participate in the competition, I don't think he would tolerate such a part-time member joining, but I'm afraid the chances might be..."

Knowing the difficulties of the girl, Sasaki would naturally not force her to do anything.

"It doesn't matter, just asking can be a big help."

Comforting the girl, who seemed a bit disappointed, Sasaki actually didn't take this matter to heart.

Teacher Takamine should have some understanding of his family situation.

As long as he speaks a bit pitifully, she probably wouldn't make things too difficult for him,

After all, he didn't have any social problems.

Thinking like this, Sasaki Fuyumi, with books in hand, returned to the classroom while chatting leisurely with Natsuha Shinomiya.

Because they had spent too much time outside, the bell for the start of the class rang just as Sasaki set foot in the classroom.

And because he had already asked Haruno Ayato earlier, he knew it was of mathematics.

The teacher seemed to be called Kisaragi Miyuki.

Opening the textbook, Sasaki had just finished his thoughts when the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor echoed from outside the classroom.

Tap, tap—

Hearing the sound, the boy didn't lower his head like the other students but curiously looked up...

The first thing that caught his eye was a cascade of smooth, ice-blue long hair that was not specifically decorated and just hung down to her slender waist.

The woman appeared to be around twenty-four or twenty-five, with a slightly round, flawless, and beautifully made-up face.

In contrast to her delicate face, her attire was even more simpler.

Different from Takamine Ayako's pure black professional attire.

Kisaragi Miyuki wore a simple white coloured blouse, which not only covered her narrow shoulders but also covered her extremely prominent roundness and fullness.

Her outer garment was a light grey professional suit that matched her skirt very well, with slender, straight legs exposed under the skirt, wrapped in silky black pantyhose with a faint luster.

She was wearing black high heels, with thin heels that clicked 'tap, tap' crisply on the floor, clearly a great piece of equipment for increased attack speed.

'It seems there are beauties everywhere.'

While Sasaki was sighing in his heart and admiring this beautiful masterpiece created by someone, Miyuki Kisaragi, who had already stepped onto the podium, also noticed the unfamiliar student looking at her.

Thinking of what her best friend had just said to her about the new student, Kisaragi Miyuki immediately realized his identity.

But realizing that doesn't mean you have to stare so deeply, right?

Fortunately, his eyes were just curious, unlike those perverted gazes she usually felt on the street.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to help but scold him.

Of course, it didn't mean she would just let it go.

With the intention of testing him and the reason why he was looking at her, Kisaragi Miyuki, after calling the roll, wrote a few questions on the blackboard behind her.

"These are some of the simpler questions from the homework assigned last class. Now, I'd like a student to come up and solve them."

The moment her words were spoken, the heads of most students in the class suddenly dropped.

After all, he did not practice this instinctive reaction like others, Sasaki was one of the only three with his head raised.

But because he was sitting in the back row and was quite tall, he looked the most conspicuous.

And looking at the beautiful teacher in front of him, he slowly felt the word 'doomed' forming in his mind.

As soon as the bad feeling appeared, Miyuki Kisaragi, on the podium, turned her head towards him.

"Sasaki-kun?"

'I'm screwed...'