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

He paused, his gaze calmly fixed on Yukino Yukinoshita.

"I, Lynn, owe you a favor."

His voice fell.

"From now on, you can use this favor to make any request to me that I can fulfill as long as it does not violate my principles."

Yukino Yukinoshita was completely stunned.

Her mind went blank for a moment because of this seemingly mundane yet surprisingly weighty statement.

This man...

He spoke of "owing someone a favor" in a tone as if announcing "the sun rises from the east."

There was no arrogance in it, only an absolute certainty that compels one to believe.

It was as if his personal connections were an undeniable asset of immense value.

This self-assured confidence should have seemed absurd to her.

But for some reason, her long-frozen heart did not feel offended at all. Instead, it began to beat faster and faster uncontrollably because of his unique composure and domineering nature.

"Alright, now that we've finished discussing the important matters."

Suddenly, Lynn's serious expression vanished without warning.

The oppressive feeling that made it hard to breathe also vanished like the tide.

He reverted to being that yawning, lazy teacher who seemed to radiate "this is so troublesome" and "I want to go home."

It was as if the man who exuded such a powerful aura just moments before was merely a collective illusion created by the three girls.

He scratched his slightly messy hair, looked at his younger sister who wished she could stuff herself into his pocket, and gave her a "I really can't do anything with you" expression.

"correct."

His gaze once again fell upon Yukino Yukinoshita, who was still in shock and had not yet fully recovered.

"Is the Service Department still hiring?"

"I want this troublesome, socially awkward guy to join you."

His tone carried an undisguised disdain, and a hint of doting affection that even he himself didn't realize.

“Perfect timing. Isn’t your request exactly about ‘teaching a man to fish’ and helping students in need? Look, she’s a super troublesome one. A real request has come knocking on your door.”

“Let her make more friends, even if they’re eccentric,” he glanced meaningfully at Yukino, “it’s better than her staying home alone and getting moldy.”

Yukino Yukinoshita stared blankly at him.

He then glanced at the silver-haired girl beside him, who was leaning on him like a frightened little animal.

Her mind was still a mess.

One second he was a mature man with such a powerful aura that people dared not look him in the eye, like a mastermind behind the scenes.

The next second, he transforms into the caring older brother next door, concerned about his younger sister's social life?

Isn't the speed at which this art style changes a bit too outrageous?!

She remained silent for a long time, so long that Yui Yuigahama couldn't help but want to speak up to smooth things over, before she finally found her voice again.

The voice carried a slight, unnoticed quality, one that she herself was unaware of.

"……I see."

"The Service Department welcomes new members at any time."

She agreed.

She used all her strength to maintain the last bit of dignity she had as the "Ice Queen".

But she knew that from this moment on, the enormous mystery of "Lynn" would not be solved in the slightest by her investigation.

Instead, there was an even thicker, more mysterious, and more... mist that made it impossible for her to look away.

Who exactly is this man?

Chapter 22: That Love... Like

(3W5 is finished. Promise fulfilled.)

The standoff on the rooftop during lunch break was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, the ripples of which did not subside until the afternoon.

Especially in the hearts of the three girls in Class F of the first year.

The sun was shining brightly during the afternoon PE class.

The muscular male teacher who was originally in charge of this class had to take leave with tears in his eyes because the water pipe at home burst, and he had to engage in a life-or-death struggle with the leaking toilet.

As the most "leisurely" teacher in the entire school, Lynn was naturally drafted to oversee the joint physical education class for Class F and Class B in the first year.

"Free time."

Lynn stood under the shade of a tree at the edge of the playground, uttered only these four words, then yawned and leaned against a large tree.

His posture was so languid that he seemed to have become one with the tree.

"Long live Teacher Lynn!"

The students from both classes cheered and scattered like birds and beasts.

The boys couldn't wait to rush to various sports fields, ready to unleash their hormones.

They couldn't wait to show their strength to the transfer students.

The girls gathered in small groups, chatting about the latest gossip and fashion.

Or she would steal a glance at a boy from time to time; of course, Lynn was the one who was most often the object of these glances.

The entire playground was filled with a sweet and boisterous atmosphere called "youth".

The boys in Class F, in particular, seemed to be on a high today, shouting and unleashing their boundless energy on the soccer field.

Their gazes always seemed to drift, intentionally or unintentionally, toward the figure on the sidelines.

Kasugano Sora.

She didn't participate in any activities; she just sat quietly on the grass by the sidelines, hugging her knees.

The sunlight made her long, silvery-white hair almost transparent.

A gentle breeze blew by, lifting a few strands of hair and brushing against her pale, delicate, and bloodless face.

She was like a fragile elf, out of place in this noisy world.

This extreme sense of alienation and fragmented beauty has a nuclear-level destructive power on these adolescents.

However, she showed no reaction to the enthusiasm around her.

Those empty gray eyes, from beginning to end, were like iron filings attracted by a magnet, firmly locked onto the man leaning against the shade of the tree.

What I see is pure dependence, unadulterated by any impurities.

And a hint of cold possessiveness that quietly emerges when her gaze occasionally sweeps over Yukino Yukinoshita not far away.

"Watch me! A bicycle kick!"

A boy yelled, trying to recreate a classic scene from a comic book, but landed on his bottom on the grass, which drew laughter.

"Yamamoto! Pass the ball! Pass it to me! I'm going to score a world-class goal!"

Another boy was frantically calling for the ball outside the penalty area, as if he could transform into a superstar at any moment.

These idiots...

Yui Yuigahama watched the boys going to great lengths to attract Sora's attention and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. Her signature buns swayed with her laughter.

"Xiaoxue, look at them, they're so interesting!"

She nudged her friend next to her.

Yukino Yukinoshita was leaning against the soccer goalpost not far away, elegantly flipping through a thick hardcover book, oblivious to the noise around her.

The pristine white tracksuit she wore did not diminish her elegance in the slightest; on the contrary, it accentuated the translucency of her fair, snow-white skin.

She merely glanced indifferently at the farce unfolding on the scene, her clear eyes remaining completely unmoved.

"Just a bunch of hormone-driven, irrational males."

Her voice remained as cool and clear as ever.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that her gaze, like Qiong's, always inadvertently sweeps over the man openly slacking off under the shade of the tree.

That man...

Thinking of how he looked on the rooftop during lunch break, Yukino Yukinoshita's heart skipped a beat.

And not far away, in another corner of the playground.

A socially awkward pink-haired girl squatted on the ground, drawing circles in a posture that seemed to isolate her from the world.

Goto Doku's social anxiety makes her feel like she's being publicly executed even when she's in a crowd.

Ahhh... Don't see me... Don't see me...

As long as I remain still, I am just a tree, an inorganic matter...

But...Ms. Lynn...is over there too...

But her gaze secretly drifted past the crowd, again and again, toward the figure under the shade of the tree.

Teacher Lynn...

The hero who, in the warehouse, pulled her back from the brink of collapse with gentle words.

He just stood there, as if... as if he could make this noisy, horrible world, filled with the atmosphere of social life, a little... tolerable.

Further out.

With his dead fish eyes, Hachiman Hikigaya leaned against the barbed wire, silently observing everything.

Alas, foolish youth.

That transfer student has indeed become the new center of the storm.

Look at those "socially successful" guys running in the sun trying to catch her eye; the sweat they shed will ultimately become nothing more than meaningless memories they can boast about in their future lives as corporate slaves.

[But I, Hachiman Hikigaya, have long seen through all of this.]

Loneliness is a man's badge of honor.

However, Mr. Lynn's skills in slacking off are getting better and better.

This kind of unwavering composure, like a salted fish remaining calm even when Mount Tai collapses before it, is, in a way, something I should learn from...

It was in this seemingly peaceful scene.

An accident happened.

"Hayama! Over here!"

On the football field, Hu Buxiang shouted loudly.

Known as the "King of Social Life," Hayato Hayama dribbled past two players, then suddenly unleashed a powerful long pass with his ankle, hurtling towards his teammates!

The football traced a sharp arc through the air.

However, the power of that pass clearly exceeded his expectations.

The ball didn't fly towards his teammate, but instead flew straight and at high speed at an extremely tricky angle, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound...

The shot was aimed at Yukino Yukinoshita, who was standing by the goal, looking down at a book!

"Ah! Xiaoxue! Watch out!"

Yui Yuigahama let out a terrified scream, her face turning deathly pale instantly!

Everyone was stunned!

Hayato Hayama's face also turned completely bloodless in an instant!

That football was moving too fast!

It's so fast that it doesn't give anyone any time to react!