Ke Xue Lu Ren Wang

As soon as he stepped out of the Teitan High School gates, Toru Hanyu's phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was a text message from Sonoko Suzuki.

"I'm going out with Xiaolan tonight~ I might not be able to reply to your messages for a while~"

Yuzuru raised an eyebrow, his fingers flying across the screen.

"It's okay, I'm going to tutoring tonight anyway."

He replied almost instantly.

"Okay~ But Yuzuru-kun, you mustn't flirt with other girls outside~ [kitchen knife.jpg]"

"it is good."

Seeing the emoji Sonoko sent, Toru Hanyu chuckled to himself, put away his phone, and hailed a taxi on the side of the road.

5:50.

The car drove smoothly toward the luxurious villa district in the heart of Tokyo, where land is incredibly valuable.

At the gate, Yuzuru skillfully passed through facial recognition and walked smoothly toward the mansion in the very center of the villa area.

Meanwhile, Iori Muga, the butler of the Ooka family, was already dressed in a black suit and waiting at the door.

His hair was meticulously styled, his face was serious, and he exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

It was another rigorous system of identity verification and backpack checks.

After doing all this, Iori Muga did not open the door immediately, but instead squinted and looked Yuu Toru up and down.

"Hanyu-kun, have you been training lately?"

His voice was steady, yet carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

"Oh? How did you figure that out, Butler Iori?"

Yuzuru was already used to this kind of scrutiny, and was even a little curious whether his changes were really that obvious.

"Your posture is much straighter than before, and your steps are more steady. Also," Iori Muga's gaze lingered for a moment on Hanyu Tetsu's shoulders and arms, "your muscles also look much more toned than before."

He recounted the details he had observed.

Actually, he had vaguely sensed this change on Monday, but hadn't asked any questions. Seeing him again today, the feeling was even stronger, and he was certain it wasn't an illusion. The boy before him hadn't just changed in appearance; his entire inner temperament had also undergone a transformation.

"Butler Iori, your observation skills are truly remarkable." Yuzuru admitted frankly that he hadn't expected that after adding points to his physique and karate skills, even his walking posture would be noticed by the other party.

He smiled slightly and continued, "I've been learning karate lately, and I'm also using it to train my body."

"Is that so?" Iori nodded noncommittally. "Karate can indeed enhance an individual's strength and confidence. It's clear that Yuzuru-kun is very strict about managing his physique."

Iori Muga stopped there, not delving any further, and pushed open the door, leading Yuzuru Tetsu into the villa.

Returning to the study, Yuzuru found a comfortable chair and sat down at the desk.

Iori Muga bowed slightly and turned to go to the bedroom to invite Miss Ooka Momiji.

After sitting down, Yuzuru did not immediately take out his review materials, but instead subtly looked around.

The study is about 70 or 80 square meters in size, with rows of bookshelves arranged neatly. Every book on them looks as if it has been measured with a ruler, and they are placed in a very orderly manner, exuding a unique aesthetic.

His gaze casually swept across the corner of the room, finally settling on a very hidden spot at the very top of the bookshelf.

There's a hidden camera there.

The location was chosen in a very tricky way; it would be impossible to find unless you were specifically looking for it.

After all, no one installs a camera in their own study, but then again, for this kind of family, this is the norm.

Not long after, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Iori Muga pushed open the door, and Ooka Momiji's figure appeared in the doorway.

Today she was wearing a pure white summer sailor uniform, the top was spotless, and the scarf at the neckline was tied neatly, perfectly highlighting her slender and fair neck.

Her black pleated mini-skirt swayed slightly with her steps, revealing straight and slender legs encased in sheer black stockings that showed a hint of skin. She wore delicate little leather shoes, and each step she took was graceful and steady.

"Miss Koyo."

When she appeared, Toru Hanyu stood up and greeted her politely.

What classes are we having today?

Ooka Momiji pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down, her attitude still as cold as ever.

"Review the key points," Yuzuru Tatsumi said succinctly.

Upon hearing this answer, Ooka Momiji silently took out the study materials from her last study session from the drawer under her desk and spread them out on the table.

Seeing this, Yuzuru began today's lesson.

The girl didn't mention the Monday karuta incident, so Toru Hanyu was happy to have some peace and quiet and didn't bring it up himself.

Iori Muga stood like a statue at the study door, unmoved by any storm, fulfilling her duties.

Time flies when you're in tutoring.

After Yuzuru reviewed all the key points from the previous lesson with Ooka Momiji, it was already lunchtime.

Iori bowed slightly to the two of them, went to prepare dinner, and then quietly left the study.

The door was gently closed, and in an instant, only Toru Hanyu and Momiji Ooka remained in the large study.

The air seemed to freeze for a second.

Ooka Momiji lowered her eyes, pretending to organize the lecture notes on the table. Her golden hair fell slightly beside her ears, obscuring most of her face. But her eyes, like blue gemstones, couldn't help but steal glances at the boy opposite her.

The little incident on Monday, though brief, brought her a long-lost sense of joy and happiness through the silent exchange between the two using karuta cards.

That's why she had been looking forward to her tutoring class on Wednesday since the second day, but it was unexpectedly canceled and postponed to Friday.

After finally waiting for today, this despicable guy arrived. Not only did he not mention the previous incident, but he also seriously lectured on knowledge points all night long, without even stopping to drink water.

With the break time almost over, and Yuu Toru still showing no sign of speaking, Ooka Momiji finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Feed~"

She cleared her throat and uttered a single syllable.

"What's wrong?" Yuzuru looked up and met the girl's beautiful eyes, which held a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Aren't we doing 'that' today?"

Seeing that Yuzuru was looking at her with a blank expression, Ooka Momiji lowered her voice unconsciously, with a hint of expectation in her tone.

"Which one?" Yuzuru blinked, feigning ignorance.

He knew exactly what she was talking about, but he just wanted to see how this young lady would react when she couldn't hold it in anymore.

"It's...that one..."

Seeing that he was still pretending to be stupid, Ooka Momiji became a little anxious. Her ears turned slightly red, and her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, "Karuta..."

Seeing her like this, Yuzuru felt that the time was right. If he continued to tease her, this young lady might really get angry.

He chuckled softly, leaned back in his chair, and shifted into a more comfortable position.

"I remember now. The trick I used with the karuta last time wasn't exactly a clever one. But I'm worried you'll get angry if I tell you."

"How is that possible!"

Ooka Momiji retorted almost immediately, raising her voice several decibels, "How could I possibly be angry! Do I look like such a petty person?"

Yuzuru looked at her noncommittally, but in his mind he remembered the little notebook she kept holding a grudge from last time.

He spoke slowly, confirming again.

Are you sure you're not angry?

"Sure!"

Ooka Momiji nodded heavily, the indifferent frost on her face quickly crumbling, replaced by undisguised curiosity and anticipation.