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

She lowered her voice, her eyes, which always held a touch of heroism, fixed on him, her expression extremely complicated.

"You brat, what exactly did you do to those two girls in the Service Department yesterday? Tell me the truth!"

"Ok?"

Lynn blinked innocently and began his usual act of feigning ignorance.

"I didn't, I'm not."

"I'm a good person."

"I simply accepted their commission and put forward a very reasonable condition, which was entirely in accordance with procedural justice."

"Reasonable?!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka raised her voice several decibels, as if she had heard something out of the blue.

Her handsome face was filled with suspicion, as if to say, "Have you been up to something behind my back?"

She complained irritably:

"You call that reasonable?"

“This morning, that problem child from the Yukinoshita family came to me with a ‘I’ve seen through the whole thing’ look on his face, requesting access to all the school’s surveillance footage and also asking for your entire personal file since you started working here!”

Hiratsuka Shizuka scratched her messy hair, looking like she had a headache.

"That girl's eyes were like she was going to scrutinize every single word of your resume and medical report with a microscope!"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you were a corporate spy who had infiltrated the country!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka grew increasingly angry as she spoke: "What does she think this place is? The FBI? Does she own the school?!"

"In the end, of course, I rejected it righteously and firmly on the grounds of 'protecting my colleague's personal privacy and upholding the basic human rights of teachers.'"

"Otherwise, she'll probably find out what color your underwear is today!"

After speaking, Hiratsuka Shizuka let out a long breath and then looked Lynn up and down with her sharp eyes.

"Tell me, what exactly did you do to offend that little ice queen? Why is she acting so strangely?"

Ping-Zu Shizuka, an older single woman, held her forehead, feeling her blood pressure soaring.

Lynn chuckled inwardly.

As expected of you, Yukino Yukinoshita.

Their speed of action is even faster than the Demon Slayer Corps' messenger crows.

Unfortunately, you're facing a mysterious, overpowered man.

He didn't even need to activate [Emotion Perception] to imagine which corner the girl was hiding in right now, frantically constructing a mind map about the "mystery of Teacher Lynn" with her "absolutely correct" logic.

Thoughts moved slightly.

[Emotional Awareness] is quietly activated.

really.

At the corner of the corridor outside the office, two familiar orbs of emotion lurked.

One was ice-blue, calm and clear, but at this moment it resembled an ice volcano about to erupt, with violent fluctuations called "confusion" and "exploration" surging around its edges.

The other one was a warm orange-red, full of vitality, but at this moment it flickered violently like a candle flame in the wind, emitting chaotic signals of "tension," "unease," and "what to do, Xiaoxue seems to be serious."

This clumsy tracking technique is practically like having the words "We're here to spy on you" written all over your forehead.

Laugh to death.

"Perhaps it was my personal charm that aroused her unnecessary curiosity."

Lynn shrugged and gave an answer that made Hiratsuka Shizuka's blood pressure rise again.

"Fuck off!"

"Anyway, be careful."

Hiratsuka Shizuka gave a final warning, but her eyes held a hint of amusement as she watched the show unfold.

"Neither of Yukinoshita's two daughters is easy to deal with."

"Especially the big one... tsk, you'd better not mess with him."

After saying that, she walked away briskly, cigarette dangling from her lips and swaying her hips.

Lynn, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, leisurely made herself a cup of tea, and began preparing for today's lessons.

But the faint smile at the corner of her mouth couldn't be hidden.

A game of cat and mouse?

No, this is clearly a zookeeper teasing two adorable cats who think they are little tigers.

……

Lunch break.

The wind on the rooftop, carrying a hint of summer heat, rustled the hems of the young men and women's clothes.

Lynn deliberately found a corner with a wide view, leaned against the railing, opened a plate of fried noodles and bread, and struck a lazy pose enjoying the afternoon sun.

Thirty meters behind him, behind two huge concrete exhaust pipes.

Two clumsy, furtive figures were carrying out a stealthy operation that could be described as a disaster.

"Xiaoxue, is this...is this really okay? It feels like we're doing something weird..."

Yui Yuigahama lowered her voice, her palms sweating nervously, her bright and energetic face filled with a guilty conscience.

Her signature bun was cautiously peeking out from the edge of the pipe, like a startled hamster.

"Quiet, Yuihama-san."

Yukino Yukinoshita, on the other hand, appeared much calmer. Leaning against the shadow of the pipe, her clear, deep eyes, like those of a cold pool, were observing her target intently through the gaps.

Her delicate, doll-like face was now filled with the seriousness and solemnity of Sherlock Holmes.

"Observing the target's lunch break habits is the first step in behavioral and psychological profiling."

Lynn almost spat out the bread in her mouth.

Behavioral profiling? That's it?

“Look, the spot that Mr. Lynn chose is with his back to the wall and facing the entrance to the entire rooftop. It’s an excellent observation point that’s easy to defend and difficult to attack. This proves that he has a very strong sense of vigilance and a desire for control in his subconscious.”

"And the way he eats fried noodles with bread, he chews each bite about twenty-five times, which shows that he is an extremely self-disciplined person, and may even have obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"..."

Yui Yuigahama was stunned, feeling like her CPU was about to burn out.

No, Xiaoxue, the teacher is just eating fried noodles and bread, is it really that complicated?

She stole a glance at Mr. Lynn's profile. In the sunlight, his eyelashes were so long, his skin so smooth, and even when he was daydreaming, he looked so handsome...

Ah! What am I thinking! We're investigating him!

Yui Yuigahama's cheeks flushed instantly, and she quickly pulled her head back, her heart pounding wildly.

And all of this, naturally, was under Lynn's control.

He ate his bread leisurely while mentally ranting and raving, trying so hard to suppress his laughter that he almost injured himself.

A need for control? Obsessive-compulsive disorder?

No, I was just too lazy to move and wanted to find a place to lean against.

Chewing twenty-five times? That's because I taught Shinobu Kocho all night yesterday, and my cheeks are still sore.

These two girls' imaginations are even more outrageous than the 8 PM soap operas my neighbor's aunt watches.

Lynn pretended not to notice, and even changed to a more comfortable position, basking in the sunlight and closing her eyes.

Enjoying an afternoon being watched has its own unique charm.

……

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break.

He finished the rest of his coffee in one gulp, stretched, and turned to walk towards the stairwell.

In the instant he brushed past the ventilation duct, a subtle smile curved his lips, and he murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear:

"It's windy on the rooftop, so girls wearing skirts should avoid coming here."

"...And don't forget to apply sunscreen."

boom!

Behind the door, two completely different auras exploded instantly.

Yui Yuigahama's orange-red ball of light instantly turned into a scalding crimson color, hot enough to fry an egg, and she transformed into a steam princess on the spot, letting out an incomprehensible wail: "Aaaaaah—!"

The ball of icy blue light that Yukino Yukinoshita had been frozen solid with a "crack," as if it had solidified into millennia-old ice. However, at its core, it was uncontrollably stained with a suspicious pink hue.

It was discovered!

He knew we were here from the very beginning!

What he just said was a warning... no, it was a flirtation!

Damn man!

Yukino Yukinoshita bit her lower lip tightly, and once again a beautiful blush of "shame and indignation" appeared on her pretty face, which was always covered in snow.

Chapter 11: Yang Nai: This man has piqued my interest.

The school bell rings.

Lynn declined Hiratsuka Shizuka's kind invitation to "go for a drink together".

The reason given was that there was a minor at home waiting for him to tutor them, so he couldn't come home late.

Hiratsuka Shizuka gave him a look of utter contempt, as if he were a piece of social scum, for a full half minute before waving him away.

As Lynn stepped out of the school gate, her thoughts drifted back to the safe house.

I wonder how well that girl Ren has mastered her basic thrusting technique.

Ten thousand monotonous repetitions would be enough to bore even the most brilliant mind.

Today, it's time to give her some new tasks.

For example, how can she more deeply integrate her expertise in toxins with brand-new power generation techniques?

Or should we get her some modern chemicals?

Just as he was seriously conceiving tonight's "teaching syllabus".

A Rolls-Royce Phantom, as black as ink, was parked quietly by the roadside like a ghost.

The car's smooth, artistic lines and the understated yet luxurious emblem on the hood create a stark contrast with the surrounding students, who exude youthful energy and a vibrant cycling spirit.

Beside this luxury car, a very familiar pink figure was carrying a huge guitar on its back.

She stood frozen on the sidewalk in an extremely bizarre posture, as if the pause button had been pressed.

It's Goto Doku.

Our great "guitar hero" is standing in front of the pedestrian crossing, staring blankly at the endless stream of cars, completely petrified after his system crashed.

The light turned green, but she hesitated to move.

The red light was on, and she dared not move.

As if trapped in place by an invisible barrier, a chaotic storm of comments had materialized above their heads: "What should I do? What should I do? I'm too scared to cross the road. I'll get hit by a car. What if I fall and break my guitar? The performance will be ruined! Ahhhhh!"

Lynn was about to step forward, to do something kind, and to save this poor child who had been traumatized by the rules of modern society.

at this time.

"Om..."

The rear window of the black luxury car slowly and silently rolled down amidst a faint electrical hum.

A face suddenly appeared in Lynn's eyes.