manga artist Kirito

If you ask me, all of you guys who think about doggy style should be grouped with Afu.

Eriri clicked her tongue in annoyance and glared fiercely at Kirito until he let go of her hand. Only then did she return to her original seat. She regretted not coming to see this guy instead of going to Kasumigaoka Utaha.

They have a really good relationship...

Kato Megumi narrowed her eyes almost imperceptibly.

P.S.: I'm recommending a book called "I, a Cat Demon in the Itsuka Family." It has a very strange title... but it should be Beauty and the Beast, right?

Uh, cute animals?

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[NO.151 So sweet it'll make your teeth fall out]

"You think you're smart?" Kirito looked at the blond classmate in front of him with a smile in his eyes, his tone somewhat disdainful. "Although I don't really understand you, if you can answer these questions, I'll just assume you're smart."

"……what is the problem?"

"In ancient times, Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, but do you know what he said before he died?"

"I...how could I possibly know!"

Kirito pretended to pick up a tea stalk, saying haltingly, "This...this herb is poisonous!"

"...Damn idiot!"

"Do you know what Liang Feifan said before he died?"

Who is Liang Feifan?

"There's poison in the poop!" Kirito covered his face. This kid is so naive, he doesn't even know this kind of joke.

However, using intelligence to suppress others is not a good thing. If Eriri suddenly has a nervous breakdown, then there will be no more fun to be had.

"Hey, Kazuto-kun, is the food from that country really based on the philosophy that it will either kill you or shorten your lifespan by two years?" Kato Megumi, who was quietly working on her test paper, suddenly interjected, asking with some curiosity.

"Don't ask such common sense questions. People in that country have super strong antibodies. Living two years less only applies to outsiders." Kirito touched his cheek and said with a touch of emotion. "The reason I know this is simply because I've traveled there before! Of course, I'm kind-hearted, but I'm not very confident in myself... But if you have any questions, you can ask me."

...You're way too clever for your own good! You're full of ulterior motives...

Eriri turned her head away, completely baffled by the idea of ​​kindness! Ryunosuke Akasaka next door was still wailing about being forced into the Service Club, and that perverted wolf from the supermarket was looking for revenge! And what's with the talk of insecurity? If you're insecure, you wouldn't even consider the Grand Prize?

"Well, there are still several papers to finish. I want to finish them as soon as possible and go home. I don't want to waste too much time here..." Kirito rubbed his forehead. Kasumigaoka Utaha should have sent over the illustration requirements by now. He can start working on it when he gets back.

…………

Around 9 p.m., Eriri finally crawled out of the hell of exam papers and returned home. The intense mental exhaustion made her not want to see anything related to schoolwork. She lay on the bed with her head covered by a pillow, and it took her a while before she straightened up.

Then, I turned my gaze to the computer on the desk...

"Hmm, all my energy was spent on the test papers. I'll deliver a couple of packages before I go to sleep."

Speaking of which, it seems that Kirigaya marked some so-called key points in the textbook and made me memorize them.

Ha! Memorizing things is so outdated! Xiaoming couldn't even finish junior high school, what's the point of learning that kind of test preparation method...?

Eriri changed into her green tracksuit from junior high school. She pouted. It still fit her perfectly, but why did a wave of sadness wash over her?

Putting on her black-rimmed glasses, Eriri casually turned on her computer.

Just then, Sawamura Sayuri's voice came from outside the door, "Eri-chan, your classmate sent you a message reminding you not to play on the computer!"

"...Huh?" Eriri looked dumbfounded, especially after seeing the blue screen. She was a little at a loss. "What the hell is this...and what's this 'Don't play on the computer' thing?"

"It's supposedly to remind you to focus on your studies!"

"Ugh!! I get it... Ugh!" Frustrated, Eriri scratched her head, her ponytail now looking like a bird's nest. She tapped the keyboard. "Black computers are a waste of resources... Kirito, that's enough!"

Then, a few lines of text popped up on the computer screen:

Aren't you angry? -- But what can you do about it!

Don't even think about shutting down your computer, or removing all resources on your computer, all game saves, and your game account—all of these will cause problems!

[If you're unhappy, answer the following questions!]

Is this guy a devil?

You hacked into my computer just to tutor me—you're fucking crazy.

But seriously, how come this guy knows everything?

Eriri stared in horror at the English assignments that were gradually popping up. She wanted to turn off the computer, but then she hesitated, remembering things like game saves…

Tonight will be a sleepless night!

…………

In an ordinary room, the computer on the desk suddenly lit up, and the girl in her pajamas looked slightly puzzled.

"Nani yo?"

To be honest, Miss Saint's catchphrase is very pleasant to hear.

Watching the computer screen gradually turn blue, the girl pursed her lips, took two steps forward into the computer, and then... then unplugged the network cable.

"Well, goodnight."

…………

In the morning, Mr. Kiritani looked quite depressed, and he had been drinking the cup of soy milk on the table for almost half an hour.

Did you lick it with your tongue, one lick at a time?

Well, to show he'd tried his best last night, Kirito had Yui hack into Kato Megumi and Eriri's computers, and then assigned them homework. Eriri naturally fell for it, but Kato Megumi... hey, what's with unplugging the internet cable? That's too much!

This strong response left Kirito frustrated for a long time.

"Asuna?" Kiritani called softly, as if calling his own pet.

The girl looked up and stared at Kirito warily.

This kind of premonition always comes before something bad happens...

"your Highness?"

A blush rose on her pretty face, her long eyelashes fluttered, and her pink lips gradually pursed. She was in a very good mood.

Kirito's smile widened. He stood up, walked behind Asuna, and hugged her tightly. Inhaling her natural fragrance, Kirito buried his head in her long chestnut hair.

Her slender body shifted slightly in his arms, and Asuna's voice became soft, tinged with trepidation and shyness, "Kazuto, is today your heat cycle?"

"Men are creatures in heat all year round, you idiot, don't talk." Kirito had a stomachache; Asuna would never have said something like that before.

"Hey, relax a bit, you haven't finished your breakfast yet, you have to go to school soon."

"I refuse." Kirito leaned forward, just as Asuna turned her head, her cheeks puffed out, her pretty face flushed, and traces of soy milk remaining at the corner of her mouth.

Looking at her pink lips, Kirito lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth.

"……Well?"

Kirito licked the soy milk off his lips.

Asuna's pretty face grew increasingly rosy, with a faint hint of steam rising from it.

Then, it felt like something bumped into him from behind, and Kirito lunged forward.

"Ouch... my lip is sore."

Perhaps this is the anger of single people who have been bombarded with displays of affection first thing in the morning.

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[NO.152 Expected Information (Bonus Chapter)]

If you ask me whether I like rain, from a literary perspective, I undoubtedly do.

Rain can evoke feelings of sadness or melancholy, and it is indeed very important for creating atmosphere. However, in the real world, unless you don't go out that day—yes, I hate rain.

I hate this kind of weather from the bottom of my heart, because I can't even open the windows, and it even turns the rare relaxing PE class where I can walk around into a study session—I feel just like Eriri on the hottest day.

You can interpret this as—fucked!

Speaking of which, Eriri came to school with dark circles under her eyes today. It seems that last night's homework caused her quite a bit of trouble. But that can only be blamed on her clumsiness. If she had unplugged the network cable as readily as Kato Megumi... then I wouldn't have been able to hack into her computer. After all, Yui is just an intelligent AI living in the network. Without the network, the result is self-evident.

Look, Kato Megumi over there is still full of energy; she must have slept very well last night.

Because PE class has been turned into self-study, and there's an exam tomorrow, the classroom isn't too noisy. Most students are currently memorizing things from their textbooks... Personally, I think this approach is pretty useless.

Science has proven that human memory is unreliable; the brain can only store 25% of information—geniuses are naturally an exception, and those with photographic memories simply do not exist.

"Speaking of which, has the rainy season arrived?" She rested her chin on her hand, gazing melancholically out the window at the trees being washed clean by the rain...

Okay, I'd rather it be a hot day than be outside in the rain, especially since it's a bit cold right now.

Amidst the barely audible conversations, some good news emerged... at least for me.

"By the way, do you know about Fujiwara Echizen-sensei's upcoming new work... Ah, it's not an erotic work, but a normal manga."

"Of course I know. Many channels have already posted recommendations and introductions for Sword Art Online, and they haven't been up for long. President Kurosaka really has guts. He's already investing so much even though it hasn't been officially published yet and he doesn't even know the prospects of this work..."

"After all, he is a veteran in the team. It is normal for President Akazaka to have confidence in Fujiwara-sensei. I just don't know if it will soar to new heights after the official publication."

"Speaking of which, Fujiwara-sensei is in our class. Should we go ask her?"

"No way. Although they seem easy to get along with, creators don't actually like to talk too much about the plot with readers... Well, I've experienced it firsthand."

Yes, that's right. The one who said that is Aki Tomoya... uh, no, it's Aki Tomoya. It seems that because of Kasumigaoka Utaha, he has changed quite a bit... probably?

"Ah, actually, it's like this. Last time when I wanted to chat with Ms. Kasumi, I happened to run into Ms. Fujiwara. At that time, Ms. Fujiwara's behavior... didn't give me a very good first impression."

"I think it's because you talk too much. After all, Fujiwara-sensei seems to prefer quiet."

This is the topic that two otaku friends were discussing.

And after the two of them started, the noise in the classroom became more and more intense, but most of it was about the Sword Art Online series.

I was a little surprised. In the past, even if someone mentioned topics related to staying at home, it wouldn't attract the attention of other students, let alone get involved.

Sure enough, they were all just pretending. The only ones who were really studying hard and making progress every day were probably in the international liberal arts class—yes, Asuna's class.

That's great... the publicity has gone to such an extent.

As expected of Akasaka, it did not disappoint me at all.

Of course, I won't let you down either.

"...Well, I'm still a little curious about the story behind Fujiwara-sensei's long hair."

"Oh, you don't know? It seems you don't know about the Bamboo Forest Group. The Bamboo Forest Group's secret Twitter account has explained the course of events and even the cause."

Yes, that's right, these guys are getting more and more outrageous.

Do you really think the teacher won't come over?

But to be honest, I'm increasingly suspicious that the so-called Bamboo Forest Group might be related to either Akesaka or Yukinoshita.

Although Yuuno can't draw or write novels, she's a prime example of someone who's incredibly bored. Aside from necessary social interactions, her daily routine consists of stalking Yukino Yukinoshita. To say she hasn't caused trouble... I really don't believe it.

As for Akasaka, needless to say, he's a legendary troublemaker. Maybe the Bamboo Forest Group's existence is because of him... Don't forget, this guy even prepared the disguise of Fujiwara Chikuyuki for me long ago in order to make Kiritani Kazuko appear.

"Kazuto-kun, how do you solve this problem?" Ms. Kato, who was calmly walking over with her notebook and seemed unaware that she had left her seat without permission, asked in confusion.

"Oh, this problem is easy, first like this, then like this..." Kirito casually wrote down a formula for Kato Megumi, and Kirito opened his mouth again, a little confused...

Wait a minute, with people...?

Hey, when did you change this way of addressing me?

On the weekend, weren't we still calling him Kiritani-kun? How come we've switched to calling him by his full name so quickly?

No! That's not right, it seems like this has been the name since yesterday, hasn't it?

"Well, there's still time in this class. If you don't understand anything, just ask me while I'm not sleepy now."

"Thank you." Kato Megumi nodded slightly, then took her notebook and walked back. Then... she pulled up a chair and sat down, calmly starting to work on her problems, occasionally asking Kirito questions.

...To be honest, Kirito regretted what he said earlier. While it's true that you can ask questions if you have any, there was no need to just pull over a chair and sit down.

While feeling somewhat helpless, Kirito also sensed the resentful gaze directed at him from the side by Eriri.

Uh, it seems that because Eriri got too many questions wrong last night, Yui deleted the save files of three of her games?

Then, Eriri became very angry and, disregarding that it was during class time, stormed over, seemingly wanting to hit someone.

"You... do you want to die?" Perhaps afraid of disturbing the students around her, Eriri lowered her voice considerably. "You deleted my save file and even wiped out the game I bought but hadn't played yet—you're asking for trouble!"