manga artist Kirito

Oh right, the exams that ended last week have already come out with their results.

Just like poor people are afraid of others knowing they are poor, and rich people are afraid of others knowing they are rich—exam results are exactly the opposite. The worse the results, the more they will cover them up, as if they are afraid that others will know that they are actually wearing a wig and would never show their bald head.

After the teachers determine the scores for the students' exams at Zongwu High School, they will be given four levels of grades based on their test scores. These grades will only be known by the teachers, the students themselves, and their parents after the students take the exams home...

Yes, all notices are in envelopes.

Therefore, most students' grades are only known to the student himself, and students rarely have the idea of ​​showing them off to each other... However, those students who are specifically asked to receive tutoring are obviously those whose grades are at the bottom of the class.

This method is no less severe than a public execution!

When Eriri chats with her seemingly friendly female classmates, she's occasionally asked about her exam results. The golden retriever will then smile with narrowed eyes, saying, "Not bad, not much different from last time..."

Putting everything else aside, judging from Eriri's performance, she seems to have really done well on the exam, but that can be said to be within expectations.

After all, not everyone can enjoy such super-powerful tutoring methods, and if Eriri, as the first person to try it, still fails—if she's that stupid, what else can be said?

Kato Megumi's side...

Well, if she hadn't told me, I wouldn't have been able to figure out her grades even if I racked my brains... Well, they were definitely within the passing range.

You try to guess who has no expression on their face!

I've had a lot more things to do lately, but if all I do every day is draw, it gets really boring... so I still need to find something to do.

Dark Souls was only recently sent to Shueisha, and it will probably take a while before we hear from the editor. But honestly, it's really hard to say what kind of reception this work will receive...

Speaking of which relative's house did Asuna and Shiina Mashiro stay at last night? Without Asuna getting up early to prepare their lovingly made bento boxes, they probably wouldn't be in a good mood all day...

Soon it was lunchtime.

Kirito doesn't know if it's just his imagination, but he feels like Shizuka-sensei has looked at him a lot today. It's true that she usually does, but it seems like she looked at him a lot more today... Could it be that I said something bad about her without her noticing?

Regardless, we still need to be careful with this woman, otherwise, if we get caught doing something wrong, we'll likely be in deep trouble—but this "doing something wrong" is not what you think, don't get the wrong idea, and anyone who does, go stand in the corner...

Forget it, facing the wall is less satisfying than your dirty thoughts...

Just for your information, there are many kinds of wall-facing, such as the absolute wall where Yukinoko Yukinoshita hasn't been criticized in a long time, and then there's that rare [beep]... I'm a little curious, what kind of wall does this wall-facing master face?

Kirito pulled his attention away from Ms. Shizuka as she walked away, straightened his back, put the books on the desk into his drawer, then picked up his backpack to head to the school convenience store… Yakisoba bread, not bad, right? Kasumigaoka Utaha usually eats this…

As Kirito lazily walked towards the classroom door, Kato Megumi, who had taken out a bento box from her drawer, stared at him intently, seemingly hesitant. In the end... she didn't stand up to invite Kirito to eat the bento box with her.

Actually, most of the students who bring lunch to school are female students, while fewer male students do, because they have to wash the lunchboxes after eating, which is a troublesome thing for many people...

So Kirito, who rarely comes to convenience stores at this time, was a little confused looking at the convenience store that was so crowded it looked like a garbage dump—I just wanted to buy a yakisoba bread.

Uh, it seems I haven't brought it yet...

"Oh my! How rare! To see a teacher here at a convenience store."

The voice was so familiar. Kirito raised an eyebrow slightly. This tone either meant he wanted to be beaten or his sadistic tendencies were kicking in.

Kirito hesitated for a moment before speaking to Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was standing beside him, but Kasumigaoka Utaha spoke first.

"Hey! Teacher, why are you at the convenience store at this hour? Is it because..." Kasumigaoka Utaha feigned surprise and covered her mouth with her hand, "Did you upset Yuuki-san? Did she not prepare a bento for you today?"

"Shut up! You fat woman in black stockings!" Kirigaya ignored the gazes that had shifted towards him because Kasumigaoka Utaha was standing next to him, and gave a cold laugh. "Fatness is a pain that breathes... I don't know a single woman as fat as you!"

"...I'm just voluptuous!" Kasumigaoka Utaha's brows twitched violently, as if she had been stabbed in the heart. "My weight is 52kg, that's not fat at all, okay?"

"I weigh 48kg and am often referred to as a fat otaku online. I don't really understand people like you who can't fly away."

“Ugh…” Kasumigaoka Utaha’s face showed resentment, clearly having suffered a severe blow.

In addition, many people passing by also looked over, their expressions almost identical to those of Kasumigaoka Utaha—these were innocent children caught in the crossfire. In fact, there were quite a few who wanted to come over and beat up Kirito, but after remembering that he came from the Tiger Dojo, they turned back dejectedly.

"Don't worry too much, being a little chubby isn't a bad thing."

"I! Am! Not! Fat!"

To be honest, Kasumigaoka Utaha isn't fat at all. Her weight being over 100 pounds is entirely due to her measurements. You probably know that a certain big shot has up to 10 pounds of soft flesh on his chest... While Kasumigaoka Utaha can't compare, her ample thighs make her about the same...

but!

However, Kasumigaoka Utaha is clearly no match for Yoko!

Whether it's in terms of chest or physical strength!

Kiritani-kun's face clearly showed his sincerity. "If you're willing to buy me a yakisoba bread roll, I'll believe you!"

P.S.: Well, many readers have said that it was better before it started... I've sorted out the current situation.

1. Due to the previous excessive workload, the quality has definitely declined.

2: This is what you call "padded". The plot progressed very slowly at the beginning, but I enjoyed writing it that way. However, you think that the plot progressing too slowly is not good. In your words, it's "padded".

3: The plot is progressing very quickly, even too fast, and the update issues make it feel very chaotic.

The above three points are the most obvious. There are only a few chapters left to be updated, and you are now asking me to slow down the updates!

Sure, no problem, I can relax even if I type less!

If you think the initial writing style was good, then I'll go back to that style. But please don't say it's padded or short, or that the plot is slow, okay?

If you have any complaints, feel free to vent here!

183

【NO.181 Kasumigaoka: No swearing】

"So, teacher, you've been standing here for so long just to wait for some sucker?" With a playful smile, Kasumigaoka Utaha put her hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly, and accentuated her ample bosom even more...

"I don't really understand. How can someone say they're being taken advantage of?" Kiritani sighed silently. "I've never seen anyone like you before—besides, the neckline of this school uniform goes all the way to the collarbone. Even if you lean forward a little more, I can't see anything from my angle."

Come to think of it, the uniforms of Soubu High School are really strange. The skirts are completely covered by the tops, not revealing any space at all. As for the short skirts—forgive me for being blunt, just sitting down, without even having to bend down to pick something up, you can vaguely see more than the absolute territory... well, if you can see it, then it can't be considered the absolute territory.

In short, if Kirito were to put his mind to it, he could figure out what color Eriri wears her panties every day.

As for why the conversation shifted from Kasumigaoka Utaha to Eriri—think about it, what's the difference between wearing black stockings and wearing hot pants?

At most, one can see long white legs, and the other can see black stockings.

Plus, I'm a staunch supporter of white stockings...

In terms of bust size, Kasumigaoka Utaha can't compare to Yoko; and in terms of legs, if Kasumigaoka Utaha weren't wearing white stockings, she would have been utterly defeated long ago!

...But in any case, the fact that Asuna and Shiina Mashiro wore safety shorts was the right thing to do, given how short the skirts were at Soubu High School.

"If you want lunch, at least show some sincerity or gratitude!" Kasumigaoka Utaha bypassed the word trap and was pleased with her own cleverness.

"Sincerity? Gratitude?" Kiritani put down his backpack and sat down on the steps, revealing a strange smile. "That kind of thing is more important than those two dumplings on your body. If you really want so-called sincerity and gratitude, then I have no choice but to put it into practice. After all, verbal sincerity is useless, and a realistic person like you wouldn't need such meaningless things."

"Oh?" Slightly intrigued, Kasumigaoka Utaha began to wonder what kind of sincerity the Kirito boy was talking about.

With a calm and indifferent sneer, Kiritani-kun rested his chin on one hand. "I'll give you thirty seconds to buy me a plate of yakisoba bread, or you can prepare to look at the soul-stirring illustrations in the second volume of 'Love Metronome'!"

With her eyes widening, Kasumigaoka Utaha opened her mouth as if to speak, but in the end, she couldn't utter a single word and could only obediently go to buy yakisoba bread.

Wow, that's quite a show of sincerity!

I don't really understand. I've never been in an advantageous position, so why do I always have this illusion that I can turn the tables?

You might think I'm shameless, but if a person's face isn't tough enough to withstand an ex, they're just a weakling. As the protagonist, you have to have the awareness of a protagonist. Face is just something to look at; it's okay to not have it if you can.

Well, here's another quote from Yukino: "Because I'm cute!"

Yes, cuteness is justice!

"This guy is actually quite cute, I didn't expect him to be so shameless..."

"If I were shameless enough to ask Kasumigaoka-senpai to buy me lunch, I'd immediately throw away all my pride... If I really don't want to, it's fine to ask this cute boy to buy it for me..."

I'm going to fuck you!

Kiritani glared at them, saying, "Come on over here and yell if you dare, or I'll break your third leg!"

However, the two seemed oblivious to the malicious glint in Kiritani's eyes...

"Well, how come Kasumigaoka-senpai is as beautiful as a flower and ended up knowing this guy?"

You mean I'm cow dung?

Just as the upright Kirito was pondering how much compensation he should pay for the smallest leg that had been broken, Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had transformed into a cute errand girl, came over carrying a bag of fried noodles and bread. She then sat down next to Kirito and took the items out of the bag... In addition to the fried noodles and bread, there was also a can of coffee.

Speaking of which, it seems that Kasumigaoka Utaha always brings two cans of coffee to the manga club room, one for herself and the other for me... When did this start?

This needs to become a habit!

That's terrifying, Kasumigaoka Utaha... Do you want me to get used to having coffee every day when I go to the manga club room, but then one day you suddenly won't bring me any coffee, just so I can see that subtle discomfort on my face?

Suddenly, Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed as if she had given up, "While I don't really care about your hobbies, could you at least wait until I finish eating before continuing?"

"Of course, I don't think it's disgusting, it's just a very subtle feeling."

"...What?!" Kirigaya-kun snapped back to reality, his face full of bewilderment. "Kasumigaoka, do you know what you're saying?"

"It's so obvious you're a leg fetishist, you can't hide it no matter what you do." Kasumigaoka Utaha said slightly embarrassedly, "I know my legs are great, and it's not like you've only been staring at them for a short time—well, since they're so beautiful, it's not embarrassing to let you look, it's just... the way you're staring..."

"and then?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at Kiritani-kun's expressionless face and inexplicably felt a little nervous. "Staring at me... makes me a little..."

Perhaps realizing that such weakness didn't fit her persona, Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes instantly sharpened, switching to sadistic mode. "Tsk, if you say it outright, then it's not impossible for me to let you appreciate it properly, after all, I have such beautiful legs and I'm so cute!"

"Shut up if you're not as cute as me!"

"..." Kasumigaoka Utaha opened her rosy lips, trying to find the words to refute, but it seemed that people around her really preferred cute boys...

“Let me correct you on this point!” Kiritani stared at her coldly. “I’m not a leg fetishist. I just like white stockings. And I wasn’t staring at you. I was just daydreaming. If I was, it was only about how thick your legs are.”

"That's outrageous!" Kasumigaoka Utaha looked up at the azure sky, her expression showing utter exhaustion—I've really had a tough time, having to deal with such an artist, and what's worse, he was the one I chose!

…………

"So, is the manga club deciding to disband after achieving its short-term goals?"

Looking at the empty manga club room, Eriri, carrying two bento boxes, was momentarily speechless.

—Why are there two bento boxes?

You'll have to ask Sayuri Sawamura about that.

P.S.: Is this the feeling you're looking for?

184

[NO.182 Exploding Favorability? (Bonus Chapter)]

You might think that I get angry when people say I'm cute, but sometimes I use that cuteness as a form of retaliation, and therefore I'm very contradictory.

To this, all I want to say is—Kiritani Kazuto once said, "Find the good fortune in misfortune and make the most of what you can use!"

Since it can be used as a weapon and is so useful... why waste it?

…………

"Hmm, it seems pretty good, but the taste is a bit strange when paired with coffee..."

After taking a sip of coffee and swallowing the fried noodles in his mouth, Kirito seemed much more energetic.

"You don't have to drink it if you don't like it." Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at Kirito silently, but didn't say anything that might provoke him to say something explosive. After all, she didn't want to choke to death, and even if she didn't choke... it wouldn't look good if she spat it out.

Kirito licked the bread crumbs from the corner of his mouth, looking somewhat dissatisfied.

Of course, the dissatisfaction was not directed at Kasumigaoka Utaha, but rather at the changes in the world.

There was a time when I could enjoy Asuna's lap pillow after lunch every day. But ever since Shiina Mashiro arrived, the number of times I could enjoy a lap pillow has not only gradually decreased, but now that everyone has joined the manga club, we eat our lunches in the club room every day during lunch break...

It's nice not having to go to the rooftop and feel the wind, which might be carrying sand, and it's also nice that Asuna's legs won't feel numb anymore...

However, I haven't been able to enjoy Asuna's soft and comfortable lap pillow for the past two weeks.

It's so uncomfortable!

To be honest, although I haven't had the habit of enjoying a lap pillow after a meal for a while, it's still a bit difficult to get used to it again.

I glanced at Kasumigaoka Utaha's thighs. Although they weren't wearing white stockings, the feeling of using a lap pillow must be pretty good, right?

"Hmm?" As if sensing something, Kasumigaoka Utaha, with her cheeks puffed out like a hamster and completely lacking any of the literary girl demeanor, turned her head to look at her, asking with her eyes—what do you want to do?

—I want to do it!

"What did Machida say after I gave her the manuscript for the third volume of 'Love Metronome'?" Kirito asked her after checking the time on his phone and making sure there was still plenty of time.

Swallowing the food in her mouth, Kasumigaoka Utaha took a deep breath and tried to imitate Machida's tone, "...Hmm, now it's actually quite good. Compared to the second volume, which just felt like you were writing for the sake of writing, this time I can really feel your dedication—of course, after such a long delay, there won't be another chance."

"If it weren't for the certainty that Fujiwara-sensei was helping you, I would have given up long ago and let your work be canceled despite the pressure from the editor-in-chief... After all, the time had been dragging on for far too long, and the editor-in-chief didn't have much expectation for your second volume. I think you should understand that I don't mean you can't do it without Fujiwara-sensei's help! -- That's about it."