I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

However, when they excitedly turned around, they found that the "solutionist" had already disappeared.

Only his sister Kasugano Sora, who always carried a book and had snow-white hair, quietly followed behind him.

She was oblivious to the cheers and adoration around her; her beautiful grey eyes, from beginning to end, only reflected the back of her brother.

It was as if in her world, such things were perfectly natural.

Lynn, with Qiong by her side, ignored the students' enthusiastic attempts to persuade her to stay, and waved goodbye, saying that "the teacher has other work to do."

Hidden strength and name.

His nonchalant attitude of immediately withdrawing after solving a problem and showing no concern for praise or fame has elevated his image to a new level in the students' minds.

"Onii-chan 々々." Sora whispered.

"Ok?"

"nothing."

She just wanted to confirm that, in front of so many people, he still belonged to her.

……

On the playground, the booths for each class are already taking shape.

There was a slightly unsettling atmosphere at the booth of Class F, Grade 1.

"Idiot Ministry of Revenue! Move it a little more to the left! It's all crooked!"

Yumiko Miura stood with her hands on her hips, like a foreman, loudly directing Sho Hobu on the ladder.

They were trying to hang a huge pink sign that read "Heartbeat Maid Cafe," but it was clearly not going well.

The signboard was rickety and tilted at an angle as absurd as Tobe Sho's aesthetic sense.

Seeing Lynn stroll over slowly, Miura Yumiko's queenly aura instantly vanished. She awkwardly tossed her meticulously styled long, golden curls, trying to conceal the chaos at the scene.

"Teacher Lin, Lin En."

"Well done, very vibrant," Lynn casually remarked, his gaze lingering on the crooked sign.

"However, if it's three degrees to the left, it'll hit someone."

Hubu Xiang shuddered on the ladder and almost lost his balance.

Yuko Miura's cheeks flushed, and she forcefully defended herself, saying, "I...we're making final adjustments!"

Lynn didn't call her out on it. Instead, she turned her gaze to Totsuka Saika, who was struggling to hold onto the ladder.

The boy's face, more delicate than most girls', was flushed with a hint of distress from tension and strain, making him look as if he might collapse along with the ladder at any moment.

“Totsuka,” Lynn’s voice wasn’t loud, but it stopped everyone in their tracks, “You can’t hold him up, get down.”

"Ah...yes! Teacher Lynn!" Totsuka Saika seemed to have been pardoned, immediately letting go of Lynn's hand and running to her side, her clear eyes filled with trust and happiness.

Lynn casually moved a heavy box of decorative ribbons behind him to the side of the ladder to prop it up, making a muffled "bang".

“Also,” he glanced at Tobu Sho on the ladder, “don’t use brute force. Make a pulley system with that flagpole. One rope will do the trick, and one person can adjust the angle.”

He simply pointed to the flagpole next to him, which was used to raise the flag, and gave a solution that couldn't be simpler.

The popular group in Class 1-F fell silent instantly.

Yeah... how come they didn't think of that?

Lynn ignored them and looked past the crowd, landing on the corner.

Kawasaki Saki was quietly tidying up the tablecloths and tableware by herself, arranging each set of tableware in an orderly manner with great efficiency, which was in stark contrast to the main force on the other side who were busy and flustered.

She seemed to have long been accustomed to the stupidity there, and simply focused on doing her own thing.

Noticing Lynn's gaze, Kawasaki Saki stiffened slightly and stopped what she was doing.

“Kawasaki-kun,” Lynn’s voice came through.

"The tableware was set out very professionally, even more organized than some restaurants in Ginza."

Kawasaki Saki suddenly raised her head, a hint of surprise flashing in her blue eyes that always carried a sense of aloofness.

She never expected her work to be noticed; as expected of... Teacher Lynn.

An unnatural blush rose on her cheeks. She lowered her head, squeezed out a weak "hmm" from her throat, and then quickly began to tidy herself up, as if trying to hide her unease with her actions.

Lynn smiled, quite pleased with this shy yet reliable student.

He didn't linger. He waved and turned to leave, leaving the crowd in a complex mix of admiration, shame, and shock. They then began to easily hang up the signboard, following his instructions.

……

Not far away, reporters from several local television stations in Chiba City were conducting pre-event interviews.

This joint school festival of five schools, fueled by the explosive news of "150 million," has not only gone viral but has also become a highly anticipated social hotspot.

An unlucky figure was caught red-handed by the reporter.

"Hello! Hello student! We're from Chiba TV. May we have a brief interview?"

Yui Yuigahama, carrying a stack of flyers, was about to make a run for it when a microphone blocked her way.

"Eh... me? Me?" She was a little flustered, her signature bun bobbing back and forth.

"Yes! As a student of Soubu High School, what are your thoughts on this unprecedentedly grand school festival?"

"What are your thoughts on the rumors, especially regarding the Service Department's remarkable efforts in raising an enormous sum of money?"

Yui Yuigahama's social radar went off instantly, but upon hearing "Service Club" and "rumors," her bright eyes immediately lit up with stars.

"Opinion? That, that's amazing! Our advisor, Teacher Lynn, he, he's just... he's like... whoosh—and then... bang! He solved all the problems! Like a god!"

As she spoke, she gestured wildly, her limited vocabulary leaving her with only various onomatopoeic words to describe her.

The female reporter looked completely bewildered: "Whoosh...bang?"

Lynn watched this scene from a distance, helplessly rubbing his forehead.

This child's expressive ability is consistently strong.

He could almost see tonight's Chiba local news headline: "Shocking! Students at Meimon Sobu High School show severe decline in language skills!"

The scene then cuts to a close-up of Yui Yuigahama's innocent face, accompanied by a startling caption: "[This student is attempting to describe a complex economic or sociological phenomenon using onomatopoeia]."

He could even imagine how Hiratsuka Shizuka would crush a beer can in her hand while issuing a "fist warrant" for Yui Yuigahama throughout the entire school after seeing the video.

No... wait, what if...

Lynn's thoughts slid into another, even more terrifying abyss.

If viewers at home happen to have a peculiar way of thinking and actually take "whoosh" as a new buzzword, then he, as the originator of this word, will be given a completely new nickname...

Wouldn't his title then plummet from the somewhat prestigious "Lazy God" to the more down-to-earth "Teacher Xiu Bang"?

Just imagining walking through the campus tomorrow, being greeted by a group of students who bow at a ninety-degree angle and shout in unison, "Good morning, Teacher Xiupeng!"... that scene...

Lynn silently turned around, feeling that her campus life had slid even further into an unpredictable and more troublesome abyss.

That idiot is a walking reputation destroyer.

……

The Service Department activity room has now completely changed its appearance.

The space, which was originally quite spacious, has now been crammed with more than 30 student representatives from five universities.

School uniforms of different colors and styles are crammed together, like a chaotic oil painting.

The air was somewhat murky due to the high population density, mixed with the smell of paper ink, sweat, and a faint scent of cheap perfume, creating a tense "pressure cooker" atmosphere.

Lynn stood outside the door, observing the center of the "pressure cooker" through the half-open window.

Yukino Yukinoshita was sitting at the head of the conference table.

Hachiman Hikigaya and Hayato Hayama stood like two bodyguards behind her, one on each side.

One person handed over the next document, while the other was responsible for taking meeting minutes; they worked together seamlessly.

Under the snow now, his expression was focused, his eyes sharp, completely devoid of the confusion and vulnerability he had shown before.

"President Tamaki, we reject the proposal from Seaside Comprehensive High School to add an 'Idol, Project' to the main stage."

Her voice was cool and clear, not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present with perfect clarity.

"Based on data model analysis, this event has less than 15% relevance to our theme of 'Tradition and Innovation' and will significantly encroach on the performance time of the other four schools, resulting in a very low return on investment."

Sitting across from her, Tamaki, the student council president of the seaside comprehensive high school, whose speech was always interspersed with various katakana and English words, had his face flushed red.

"Yukinoshita-san, you're being too dictatorship! We're doing this to enhance the entertainment value of the entire FES!"

Standing behind Yukino, Hachiman Hikigaya silently observed everything with his rotten, dead fish eyes, his mind already churning with a storm of吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical remarks).

(It's started, Yukino Yukinoshita's "Absolute Zero Queen" mode.)

(That idiot named Yusheng dared to speak his broken Japanese-accented English in front of her. That's not communication, that's suicide.)

(It's just like a poodle barking frantically at a supercomputer that's performing logic calculations.)

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't even lift her eyelids; she simply pushed up the non-prescription glasses she wore to look at the data.

"In my proposal (Qian Wang's), the entertainment aspect is handled by the maid café and haunted house in the commercial street. Your proposal is functionally redundant and a waste of resources."

She paused, raised her eyelids, and her cold gaze dissected the other person like a scalpel.

“If you can’t understand this flowchart, you can have your deputy talk to me.”

Yu Sheng was rendered speechless by her retort, his face turning a deep purplish-red, and he was completely reduced to a clown.

"What we pursue is the highest level of rationality and efficiency, not pointless arguments over these trivial matters."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the entire conference room seemed to drop a few degrees.

Standing on the other side, Hayato Hayama still wore his signature, flawless, sunny smile, but his heart was filled with bitterness.

(Oh no... this atmosphere is completely beyond saving.)

(Yukinoshita... she had no intention of showing any mercy to anyone. While this approach was efficient, it pushed all potential collaborators to the opposite side, creating countless hidden dangers for subsequent execution.)

Lynn watched quietly from outside the door.

In the [Emotional Perception] section, Yukino Yukinoshita's radiance representing emotions is bright, stable, and full of confidence and a sense of accomplishment in controlling everything.

A sense of satisfaction welled up inside him as the "behind-the-scenes manipulator."

Finally, she found the throne that truly belonged to her.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

Although Yukino's plan was flawless and logically impeccable, the atmosphere in the entire conference room was like a Siberian cold front passing through, cold and oppressive.

The student representatives from other schools sat upright, sweat beading on their foreheads, barely daring to breathe.

They weren't having a meeting; it was more like they were on trial.

Lynn immediately understood the problem.

Yukinoshita pursued the ultimate "optimal solution," but completely ignored the most crucial factors in cooperation—"comfort" and "human touch."

She's managing a group of living, breathing people like she's managing a machine.

"Sigh, what a troublesome student."

Lynn sighed, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Chapter 85: The Loser is Red Warm, Eriri, you're my childhood friend!

When Lynn pushed open the door to the Service Department activity room, the oppressive atmosphere made him raise an eyebrow.

The room was packed with people, but the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Yukino Yukinoshita sat in the main seat, her expression cold, like an unapproachable ice queen.

Behind her stood Hachiman Hikigaya and Hayato Hayama, one expressionless and the other sporting a perfect fake smile, like two guardian deities.

On the other side of the conference table, dozens of student representatives from other schools sat upright, sweating, like prisoners awaiting trial.

"What are you all doing?"

Lynn's lazy voice wasn't loud, but it was like a pebble thrown into a dead, frozen lake, instantly shattering the balance in the room.