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

The archives are located in the most remote corner of the teaching building, and are rarely visited. The air is filled with a unique smell of old paper and dust.

Rows of towering metal cabinets, like silent giants, make the already cramped space feel even more confined.

Lynn opened a cabinet door, which was filled with various file boxes with yellowed labels.

He casually picked up a stack of them, placed them on the table, and began this tedious task.

Time passes minute by minute.

The sky outside the window was completely replaced by a deep, inky black, with only a few stars twinkling silently.

At this time.

The door to the archives was gently pushed open.

Yukino Yukinoshita stood quietly at the door, holding a stack of documents she had just finished organizing regarding the final procedures for the school festival.

She was wearing a school uniform, her long, black hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. In the night, she looked less sharp than during the day and more serene and beautiful under the moonlight.

She had just finished all her work and heard about Lynn's situation from Ms. Hiratsuka.

That unreliable principal actually dumped this thankless and dirty work on Ms. Lynn.

Yukino Yukinoshita stood at the doorway, hesitating slightly.

According to her usual practice, this was Lynn's own job, and she had no reason to interfere.

but……

Scenes of this man helping the Service Department resolve crisis after crisis uncontrollably surfaced in my mind.

The image of him telling the story about the "hot towel" in the most calm tone comes to mind, a scene that awakens me.

The image of the bag of coffee and snacks he had quietly placed on the windowsill, still warm from the previous items, came to mind.

She took a deep breath, as if making a decision, and stepped inside.

She gently placed the documents in her arms on the other side of the table, then calmly looked at the man who was engrossed in the old papers.

"Teacher Lynn, one person's efficiency is too low."

Her voice was clear and cold, like the first snow falling in a silent valley.

"let me help you."

She shifted her gaze from his face to a non-existent crease on her plaid skirt, as if trying to smooth it out.

This subconscious action slightly eased the uncontrollable heartbeat she had felt when she came to him.

At the same time, it gave her valuable buffer time, allowing her to deliver her prepared remarks in a calm tone.

"This... is a small token of my gratitude for your previous help to the Service Department."

Chapter 88: Embracing You Is My Greatest Courage

Lynn looked up at her, did not refuse, but pointed to another small mountain of file boxes next to her.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Yukinoshita-san."

"No trouble."

The spacious archives room fell silent once again.

Only the old fluorescent light overhead emitted a slight "buzzing" sound, and the two people made a crisp "rustling" sound as they turned the pages.

The sky outside the window was completely dark, and the sparse starlight was blocked out.

This small archive room seemed to have become an isolated island, cut off from the world.

A subtle feeling, different from that of the daytime, began to quietly ferment in the still air.

Yukino Yukinoshita is extremely efficient at work. She inherited her mother's business acumen and strong logical analysis skills, and quickly got into the zone.

She quickly categorized the files by year, project type, and achievement rating, and wrote key summaries on sticky notes.

But soon, she realized something was wrong.

The man sitting across from her... was moving at an absurdly fast pace.

Unlike himself, he didn't need to carefully read through each document and extract the key information.

He simply used his fingers to casually and quickly flip through the old documents, page by page, so fast that you could almost only see afterimages.

The feeling wasn't like reading; it was more like... scanning.

Each thick file would linger in his hands for no more than thirty seconds.

Then, he would precisely extract a few key pages, those with charts or summaries, and put them into a folder.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, without the slightest delay, as if he already knew which page contained the core content of each file.

At first, Yukino Yukinoshita thought he was just going through the motions.

But when she picked up a document he had selected out of curiosity to look at it, she was stunned.

It's packed with the most essential information, without a single wasted word.

The work he completed in thirty seconds was of higher quality than the work he meticulously selected in ten minutes!

How can this be?

Yukino Yukinoshita stopped what she was doing, her beautiful eyes filled with shock and confusion.

This goes beyond the scope of "reading ten lines at a glance"; it's simply anti-physics!

Her information processing ability, which she is very proud of and which far exceeds that of ordinary people, is 13.

Compared to this man, it's like an abacus in the hands of a primitive man, compared to a supercomputer!

Lynn, however, seemed completely unaware of her unusual behavior.

He continued to "scan" the documents at that inhuman speed.

The [Mental Barrier (Advanced)] provides more than just an increase in defense.

It is also a deep development of the brain's potential.

Today, Lynn's brain is like a biological supercomputer.

It can process massive amounts of information instantly and automatically filter, summarize, and organize them.

These things, which he considered basic operations, were nothing short of a storm that overturned Yukino Yukinoshita's worldview in her eyes.

(Is this really him? ...Is even this kind of thing just part of his 'daily routine'?)

Her mind suddenly cleared up at that moment.

All those previously complex, contradictory, and inexplicable clues were easily unlocked by a single key.

(The title "lazy deity descended to earth" that circulated among the students... I always thought it was just an absurd name.)

(But now...)

(That might not be a joke at all.)

(But rather, it is the only truth that I cannot refute logically no matter what.)

This conclusion made all her previous complex reasoning seem so ridiculous.

The way she looked at Lynn had completely changed. It was no longer just curiosity and wariness, but a kind of calm that mortals feel when they look up at the stars, a mixture of awe and relief.

"Yukinoshita-san?"

Lynn's voice pulled her back from the storm in her mind.

"Ah... yes!"

Yukino Yukinoshita suddenly snapped out of her daze and realized that she had stopped working and was staring blankly at him.

"What are you thinking about, so lost in thought?" Lynn asked casually.

"N-nothing." Yukino Yukinoshita denied instinctively, then quickly lowered her head, pretending to continue organizing the documents.

She thought she had concealed it well, but the faint blush that quietly spread from her fair neck to her ears betrayed the turmoil in her heart under the light.

Lynn glanced at her but didn't ask any further questions.

In the [Emotional Perception] section, the light representing Yukino Yukinoshita, after a moment of intense boiling, unexpectedly... calmed down, becoming clear and stable.

It's obvious that this top student with an MAX imagination has probably given him some incredible new persona, or even lumped it together with him.

"Ugh……"

Lynn sighed inwardly.

Teaching students is a real hassle.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and by the time the last file was finished, the clock had already struck midnight.

【21: 18】

"You've worked hard." Lynn stretched. "Thanks to you, otherwise I might have been working on it until dawn by myself."

"This is what I should do."

Yukino Yukinoshita stood up and neatly arranged the several stacks of documents she had organized. Her movements were still elegant, but there was a hint of fatigue on her face.

The two walked out of the archives side by side. The campus was quiet in the dead of night, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

The cool moonlight cast long shadows of the two people on the ground.

The school gates were locked, with only a small door left open for night patrol personnel to enter and exit.

The deserted campus, with streetlights casting lonely halos, made the surrounding darkness seem even deeper.

"It's late, let me take you home."

Lynn glanced at the time on her phone and said casually.

Yukino Yukinoshita paused for a moment.

She instinctively wanted to refuse.

This was an almost instinctive reaction, stemming from two long-standing, inseparable habits—

First, avoid causing trouble for anyone and maintain your absolute independence;

Second, protect your own territory. Especially "home," which is, for her, the last and inviolable private sanctuary.

To easily hand over its coordinates to others is tantamount to exposing one's most vulnerable side.

But before she could utter the words, her brain, accustomed to working at high speed, had already nipped this illogical idea in the bud.

Walking alone late at night carries inherent risks for a woman.

It would be foolish to choose a less efficient and riskier option for the sake of that insignificant stubbornness called "independence".

What's more...

She looked at the calm profile of the man beside her, the world-shaking scene in the archives still echoing in her mind.

His existence is itself the most reliable safety variable in this world.

Accepting his proposal is the only correct solution at present.

Having figured everything out, Yukino Yukinoshita nodded gently, her voice lower than usual.

"……Thanks."

She was slightly surprised when she uttered those two words.

He was amazed that he could so quickly find a perfect, logical excuse for his inner turmoil.

……

The evening breeze carried a slight chill, ruffling the tips of their hair.

Walking on the empty streets, only their footsteps echoed in the silent night.

Yukino Yukinoshita lowered her head, watching two shadows stretched and shortened by the streetlights, sometimes intersecting, sometimes running side by side.

Her heart had never been so troubled.

This was the first time in her life that she had walked side by side with a man like this late at night.

Everything around me felt unreal.