Tokyo: Simulation Begins with the Big Sister Next Door

Rena Matsui smiled sweetly.

Just then, the microwave beeped, and she quickly turned around, took out the heated lunchbox from the microwave, and handed it over.

"Rena-chan, what happened to your hand?"

As Anze Liang took the bento, he noticed a small cut between Matsui Rena's index and middle fingers. It wasn't deep, and it had already scabbed over. The cut looked like it had been left from rubbing against a sharp object.

"I probably scratched myself while doing chores yesterday. By the way, Anze-kun, do you know how to do housework?"

"Of course I will do it, after all, I live alone. If I didn't do housework, the room would be uninhabitable long ago."

Matsui Rena smiled and said, "Then Anze-kun, you must have had the same experience as me. It's normal to get small cuts on your hands when doing housework. Sometimes you don't even know when you got them. It doesn't hurt, and you don't even feel anything."

She didn't mind showing the wound on her hand; there was only one, a small brown scar that stood out starkly against her soft finger.

"Is such that."

An Zeliang nodded in agreement as he ate his bento.

At that moment, a flurry of footsteps could be heard outside the convenience store as office workers entered one after another.

Matsui Rena also got busy and didn't have time to chat with Yasuzawa Ryo anymore. Her slender figure moved between the bar counters, handling every customer's problem well and greeting everyone with a smile.

If Rena-chan really did commit the murder last night, then her mental fortitude is simply too strong.

Soon, the bento box in front of him was completely devoured. Anze Liang had no reason to linger any longer. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, said goodbye to Matsui Rena, and headed to school.

"Rena-chan, I'm leaving now."

"Okay, Anze-kun, be careful on the road, bye-bye."

An Zeliang smiled and waved, then turned around and picked up his schoolbag, his smile vanishing instantly.

His expression became thoughtful.

After leaving the convenience store, Anze Liang inexplicably sensed something and subconsciously looked back, only to see Matsui Rena looking at him through the glass window.

Her expression was calm; she simply gazed at herself silently.

He saw An Zeliang turn around.

Matsui Rena smiled, raised her hand, and waved in greeting...

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Chapter 93, Section 91: The Sports Meet – Hayano-sensei is Leaving

Walking towards school, An Zeliang was lost in thought, the scene from just moments ago constantly replaying in his mind...

Is Matsui Rena watching me?

Was it an illusion, or... was she really watching him?

"Did Rena-chan find out something?" Anze Liang pondered, slowing his pace considerably as he recalled whether there were any loopholes in his actions yesterday.

Could I inadvertently reveal myself?

Is it possible for a "scumbag killer" to know that he himself is the one using someone else to do his dirty work?

And that message from last night, was it for the person who called to provoke us on the show... or was it specifically left for me?

If it's the latter... Thinking of this, Anze Liang felt his hair stand on end. If it was specially left for me, then Rena-chan is just too monstrous!

While I was pondering, I arrived at the campus.

What comes into view are rows of banners related to the sports festival, and students warming up in advance.

Looking further into the distance, you can see several cheerleading squads made up of girls, dressed in short skirts, shouting encouragement.

In stark contrast to its usual quietness, today was unusually lively.

Anze Liang then remembered that today was the Sports Festival.

Seeing the boys already warming up, An Zeliang recalled some simulated memories and had the idea of ​​going to the cafeteria to give them laxatives and then puncturing their sneakers.

He quickly shook his head, banishing these absurd thoughts from his mind.

"We're all classmates who see each other all the time, there's no need to resort to these underhanded tactics for a small sports meet."

An Zeliang thought to himself.

Upon arriving at the classroom, some of the students had already changed into their sportswear and were enthusiastically discussing the events they had signed up for that day.

There are no classes today because it's the sports festival.

So when the school bell rang, the homeroom teacher came in and explained the precautions for the sports meet, and then led the students to the playground in an orderly manner to assemble.

Before the official start of the sports festival, there is a short opening ceremony.

"Today is our Aoyama High School's sports festival..."

The principal began his passionate speech, which quickly turned into a long and rambling monologue... The students' enthusiasm gradually turned into yawns.

It wasn't until an hour and a half later that the principal finished speaking, still feeling quite animated.

The students breathed a sigh of relief and gradually perked up, as if they had just woken up. Even the teachers sitting in the front row let out a long sigh of relief; finally, they could get down to business!

An Zeliang yawned. He had finally endured the long opening ceremony and was about to get a drink of water when he was told that the 100-meter sprint he had signed up for was the first event to start.

"Anze, the match is about to start. Are you ready?" A gentle voice came from behind. Anze turned his head slightly and saw Nakano holding a bottle of water and a white towel.

Because of the sports meet, Nakano Aoi wore a short skirt today, showing off her enviable figure. She also wore a high ponytail, which was unusual for her, and you could see fine beads of sweat on the back of her fair neck.

A gentle breeze blew by, stirring the strands of hair at her temples and her ponytail, giving her a youthful look.

"There shouldn't be any problems," An Zeliang replied.

Even without using drugs, he could win the championship based on his pure skill.

After exchanging a few words, the competition was about to begin. Anze Liang took a sip of Nakano Aoi's water and walked towards the 100-meter sprint track.

All around were groups of students cheering for their classmates who were competing.

Among them were teachers from various classes.

An Zeliang did his warm-up exercises while looking at the teachers and students watching.

The homeroom teacher, Ichigaya-sensei, and Hayano-sensei were among them.

Perhaps to match the atmosphere of the sports meet, Ms. Hayano wore a loose gray tracksuit instead of her usual sexy outfit.

Even so, it still couldn't hide her stunning and graceful figure.

Noticing An Zeliang's gaze, Hayano Hoshiko perhaps thought of something, her face flushed slightly, she awkwardly crossed her legs, and her eyes subconsciously looked away.

But when she heard the announcement that the match was about to start, she immediately looked over, her heart inexplicably racing as she looked at the students on the field, especially An Zeliang.

Although teachers should be fair and impartial, she still wanted her students to win.

In particular, I hope Anze can win.

"preparation!!"

All the students participating in this round of the 100-meter sprint have arrived.

With the referee's reminder, everyone tensed up, and An Zeliang also got into position, ready to go all out.

"boom!"

As the signal gun fired.

The students shot out like cheetahs released from their cages in an instant.

However, at the very front of all the boys was An Zeliang, who was leading the way.

He was only one body length ahead of the second-place runner at first, but a few seconds later, he was several body lengths ahead of the second-place runner.

The students watching the game couldn't help but gasp in amazement at what they saw.

Wow! How can he run so fast!

"He quickly left Kurosaki far behind, and Kurosaki is our school's sports specialist!"

"This is not a competition at all..."

"That's outrageous! Is he really a high school student?"

"He's going to win! He's about to cross the finish line! So fast!!"

Amidst countless gasps of surprise, An Zeliang crossed the finish line.

Mr. Fusong, who was in charge of timing the stopwatch, stared wide-eyed at the score displayed on the stopwatch in disbelief.

"15.98 seconds!"

"This already meets the standard for students with athletic specialties!"

Mr. Tomomatsu put down his stopwatch, looked up at Anze Ryo, who was only slightly out of breath, and was even more surprised.

"He didn't collapse from exhaustion, so he definitely didn't run at full speed!"

"This guy has the potential to be a great athlete!"

"It's such a waste that such a promising talent isn't going into track and field..."

Mr. Tomomatsu thought to himself.

At this time.

An Zeliang also left the track surrounded by his class's cheerleading squad.

"Anze, you're so fast!"

"Anze, I knew you could win!"

"I was really surprised to see Anze pull ahead of the others at the start."

"Mmm! Anze is amazing! I feel like Anze is even more amazing than those students with athletic talents."

"I bet Anze will definitely be the champion of the 100-meter event at this year's sports festival!"

"If Anze trains a little more, he could be a contender for the Olympics!"

A group of beautiful girls surrounded An Zeliang, and their praises reached his ears.