Ke Xue Lu Ren Wang

"At the same time, you are also the first tutor to slack off in front of me."

Ooka Momiji stared intently at Hanyu Tetsu as she spoke.

"I'm just showing concern for my students as a teacher, and I wouldn't say I'm slacking off."

Noticing her fixed gaze, Yuzuru said in a serious tone.

"Really? If my grandfather finds out that a tutor is letting me slack off, you'll be fired, and then no one will hire you."

Looking at Toru Hanyu's handsome face, Ooka Koyo spoke calmly.

She wasn't lying; if she wanted, Yuzuru Tetsu would disappear from her sight the very next day.

"If you don't tell, and I don't tell, and Butler Iori isn't here, how could your parents and grandfather possibly know?"

Yuzuru naturally understood this principle, but he wasn't worried at all, since his starting point was for the other party's good.

"There are security cameras in this study. If they check it out, they'll find out you're slacking off while I'm chatting with you."

Upon hearing this, Ooka Momiji even turned her head to look at the top of her head.

"!!!"

Following the girl's gaze, Yuzuru Tetsu found a security camera in the corner of the bookshelf and was startled.

The next second, he abandoned his lazy posture leaning back in the chair, straightened up and sat upright at the table, looking very serious and focused.

Why didn't you say there was CCTV footage sooner?

Yuzuru picked up Ooka Momiji's homework again, pretending to study it, and then lowered his voice to ask.

"You didn't seem very worried, so I assumed you already knew."

Seeing Yuzuru Toru's startled expression, Ooka Momiji's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

"You weren't saying anything just now, did you think I knew there were security cameras and was just slacking off?"

Yuzuru had a keen eye and noticed her gloating smile.

"Hmm, is there a problem with that?"

Ooka Momiji nodded, and with the tip of her pen, drew an arc on the paper, writing down a formula.

"Aren't your parents a bit too controlling?" Yuzuru lowered his voice and continued, "Not only are there surveillance cameras, but there's also a butler supervising you. Don't you feel repressed?" Yuzuru was somewhat speechless at this.

To be honest, he hadn't discovered the surveillance camera in the past six months, and it was quite well hidden.

Ultimately, it was all based on his own assumptions.

He thought that the butler, Iori, was the only means of surveillance, and that wealthy people would pay more attention to privacy. He never expected that the butler would be so strict in supervising his children.

"I have many tutors. Sometimes, Butler Iori will leave for a short while, which is to prevent accidents from happening when he leaves."

Ooka Momiji's answer was very calm, as if she were stating a perfectly normal fact.

"That's true." Yuzuru turned to the next page, "But your parents probably investigated every tutor thoroughly, right? Whether they're harmful or have criminal tendencies, they've all been investigated. If anyone dares to mess with you, I guarantee they'll be sunk in Tokyo Bay the next day."

"That's because you're too stupid."

Ooka Momiji paused for a moment, then continued writing.

"Six months, and you didn't even notice such obvious surveillance footage. And you just snatched my pen."

Yuzuru's lips twitched as he noticed that Ooka Momiji seemed to hold a grudge.

As for the surveillance camera, it's hidden in the shadows on the top shelf of the bookshelf. You wouldn't notice it unless you were looking carefully.

"I just wanted you to rest for a while, and taking your pen was just a convenient thing to do. It didn't hurt you at all."

Yuzuru, on the other hand, was quite self-righteous. If taking a pen was considered an excessive thing, then he had nothing to say.

Are you sure you didn't cause me any harm?

Ooka Momiji turned her head and looked at Hanyu Tetsu with great interest.

Where did I hurt you?

Do you know how much your words have hurt me?

"You've gone a bit too far! How come I didn't know that words could hurt people these days?"

"It's not excessive at all. Asking me if I get weekends off is hurtful in itself. And then you ask me if I'm tired. Do you think I can be happy dealing with these tutors every day?"

"There are gains and losses. You lost time, but you gained knowledge."

"So what did you get?"

"money."

Ooka Momiji fell silent. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but for a moment she didn't know how to refute it, even though it seemed to make the same point.

……

At 7:30, there was a knock on the door.

Iori Muga pushed open the door and entered, reminding the two to prepare for their meal.

Yuzuru and Ooka Momiji did not eat together.

Yuzuru was seated at a two-person table in the living room on the first floor, with a black pepper steak rice bowl in front of him, a bowl of miso soup and a small dish of pickles on the side.

To be honest, he still hasn't fully gotten used to this Western way of doing things.

The steak was cut too thick, the sauce was too sweet, and the rice was too firm, with each grain separate.

But when in Rome, do as the Romans do; after eating it for half a year, you get used to it.

In less than ten minutes, the plate was empty.

There is still a break of about twenty minutes.

Yuzuru leaned back on the sofa and took out his phone. In the Line notification bar, Sonoko Suzuki's avatar had jumped several times; it had been half an hour.

"Today, Xiaolan kept bothering me, asking why I didn't reply to her messages last night. At the same time, Chizuru and the others kept asking whether we slept together last night. They're so nosy!"

"So what was your answer?" Yuzuru replied via text.

Unexpectedly, a reply came back in just a few seconds.

"I told Ran that my phone was dead, and then I sent Chizuru and the others the photos I took this morning. Tomoko even said that she wants to go to that hotel to take photos next time."

"I didn't realize you were so smart," Yuzuru praised.

"Of course~" Sonoko Suzuki replied, followed by a cute hamster emoji with its hands on its hips and laughing.

"So what are you doing now?"

"I went shopping with Xiaolan and checked out some nice clothes. I'm planning to wear something nice for our next date~"

When Yuzuru saw the message, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

"And you? Didn't you say you were busy at night? How come you still have time to reply to my messages?"

This girl reacted quite quickly.

"I'm tutoring tonight, and my students are having dinner, so I'm taking a break," Yuzuru replied.

"It's so tiring~"

"It's alright, the salary is quite high."

"Do you want me to support you?"

"I still prefer to be self-reliant. I appreciate your kind gesture. Remember to kiss me on our next date," Yuzuru Tetsu couldn't help but type in reply.

If Sonoko Suzuki really lets him support her, then he'll truly become a gigolo.

……

The break time ended quickly.

At exactly eight o'clock, Yuzuru Toru and his butler Iori Muga went to the study on the second floor.

As soon as Iori Muga pushed open the door, Hanyu Tetsu saw Ooka Momiji, who had already changed her clothes.

The girl had changed out of her previous JK uniform and into a blue and white dress with the hem falling below her knees and the waistline perfectly cinched.

Her short, brown hair was no longer secured with hair clips, but was casually draped over her shoulders, with the curls at the ends brushing against her collarbone.

She looked much more dignified and gentle.

It's not just about clothes.

The cold indifference on her face softened somewhat as she sat at the head of the desk, flipping through a thin booklet.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up.

When those blue eyes looked over, Toru Hanyu noticed a subtle change: her posture was much more relaxed than before.

"Mr. Yuzuru."

Ooka Momiji closed the booklet in her hand and placed it face down on the table.

Let's continue.

Yuzuru walked to his seat and sat down, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the booklet she was clutching.

A small section of the design was visible in the corner of the cover.

Red maple leaf pattern.

That's the competition manual for competitive chorus.