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

boom! ! !

Kanzaki Aoi's mind was blank.

Her back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Upper Moon...

Wind up!!!

That nightmarish word that only exists in legends, representing despair and death!

She stared blankly at Lord Shinobu's retreating figure, and in that instant, she finally understood.

Lady Shinobu did not act based on a "premonition," but rather on a terrifying logical deduction that she could not comprehend!

Beneath that calm, cold, godlike perfect disguise lies a soul trembling with excitement, frenzied and obsessively driven by the impending "verification" of the final answer!

That fleeting aura was more terrifying than any evil spirit!

Is this... the real Shinobu-sama, shaped by that "teacher" himself?

In order to complete the "period assignment" given by that unknown "teacher"... she was already willing to throw her body, which was covered in deadly poison, into the most dangerous abyss without hesitation!

Before Kanzaki Aoi could recover from this immense shock...

Shinobu Kocho's figure, like a shadow blending into the night, silently disappeared through the doorway.

Alone, she sped off toward the final stop of the Infinite Train.

She went there to "verify" her judgment.

It's to... hunt the real big fish that was attracted by the "abnormal data".

If it really is an upper moon...

She will stake everything on it, turning all the knowledge, skills, and even poison she has learned over the past three years into the sole solution that leads to victory!

Kill it!

then……

Complete the homework assigned by the teacher.

Go back to...him side.

That deep-seated obsession and yearning, buried in the very depths of her soul and unknown even to herself, transformed into boundless power at this moment, propelling her speed ever faster and faster…

……

Meanwhile, in the everyday world of crossover anime.

Lynn's apartment.

The morning sunlight streamed through the clean windows, casting warm dappled patterns on the floor.

The aroma of rice and miso soup was already wafting from the kitchen.

Lynn was standing in front of the stove, intently frying a perfect thick-cut tamagoyaki.

He skillfully cut the fried tamagoyaki into three pieces, no more, no less, just right.

Qiong was sitting quietly at the dining table.

She had changed into a clean school uniform, and her long silver hair was neatly combed.

Beneath the pleated skirt of her school uniform were black pantyhose that covered her slender legs, outlining quiet and soft lines in the morning light, adding an indescribable refinement to her doll-like demeanor.

In front of her lay a sketchbook, and in her small hand she held a charcoal pencil, sketching stroke by stroke.

On the drawing paper is the profile of a man, the same busy figure in the kitchen.

Lynn laid out the three breakfasts and gently placed one of them in front of Qiong.

"Breakfast."

His voice was very soft, breaking the tranquility of the early morning.

Qiong raised her head, her always calm and unwavering gray eyes glanced at him, and then she quietly closed her sketchbook.

Lynn's gaze fell on Qiong's small, fair hand that had held a paintbrush.

There was a stubborn black charcoal mark on the side of her index finger.

Lynn reached out and pulled a tissue from the tissue box on the table, then dipped a little warm water into the glass next to her.

Then, under Qiong's somewhat puzzled gaze, he took her small hand in his.

The expected break free did not occur; the girl's hand trembled slightly before relaxing.

She even subtly turned her palms up slightly, as if in a silent reliance and closeness, making Lynn's movements easier.

His movements were very light and gentle.

With that slightly damp tissue, she carefully wiped away the tiny, insignificant stain on her fingertip, bit by bit.

Until that fair finger became pure white again.

After doing all this, he withdrew his hand, as if he had only done something very ordinary.

"Eat quickly, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

He picked up his bowl and said gently.

Qiong lowered her head, looking at her hand that he had held, which still seemed to retain a trace of warmth.

Instead of starting to eat immediately as usual, she picked up her chopsticks and took the most intact and beautiful tamagoyaki from her bowl.

Under Lynn's slightly questioning gaze, she silently held the chopsticks to his lips.

There were no words, only a quiet, persistent act of feeding.

Those grey eyes lifted, gazing silently at him, their reflection shimmering within them, as if to say: "The first one is for you."

Lynn was slightly taken aback, then a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

Without hesitation, he obediently opened his mouth and ate the tamagoyaki that carried the girl's heartfelt wishes.

The sweet, warm flavor, with the savory taste of broth and the rich aroma of eggs, melted in his mouth, seemingly more delicious than any bite he had ever taken.

After seeing him finish eating, Qiong withdrew her hand with satisfaction. On her doll-like face, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly in an almost invisible, satisfied smile.

She lowered her head and began to eat her breakfast in small bites.

at this time.

"Ding-dong--!"

The crisp sound of the doorbell rang out without warning, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the newly formed, unspoken atmosphere.

Qiong's small hand holding the chopsticks paused almost imperceptibly. Her gray eyes slowly lifted from her bowl and looked towards the door, a barely perceptible ripple of being disturbed passing through them.

Lynn put down her chopsticks, a helpless smile of "I knew it" on her face, and got up to open the door.

"Hello, Ms. Lynn, good morning!"

As soon as the door opened, a vibrant and energetic voice rang out.

Yui Yuigahama peeked out, her signature bun swaying gently with her movements, her face radiating a sunny smile that could melt anyone's heart.

"You can smell it, Yuihama-san."

Lynn stepped aside to let her in, pointing to the empty seat at the head of the table, "Your portion has been prepared."

"Eh?! Really? That's great!" Yui exclaimed in surprise, quickly changed into her slippers, and slipped in like a happy little animal.

"Wow, I've arrived just in time!"

Her voice trailed off slightly when she saw the dome beside the dining table.

Qiong sat there quietly, the morning light casting a soft outline on her face, but her gray eyes, which looked over, were like a frozen lake in winter, devoid of any warmth.

Lynn's "emotional perception" instantly caught the subtle change in the air—

The pure, orange-sunny aura emanating from Yuihama was mixed with a hint of pale pink competitive spirit that she subconsciously felt upon seeing Sora.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the originally calm gray aura instantly condensed into an ice-blue defensive barrier, filled with vigilance and repulsion.

Yuihama's smile froze for half a second, but she quickly regained her enthusiasm: "Good morning, Sora!"

Qiong didn't speak, but simply shifted her gaze away from her and returned it to her own bowl.

……

"By the way, Professor Lynn! I actually came here today for something important!" Yuihama sat down in her seat, looked at Lynn, and said seriously.

"It's Mom. She said she's always been taken care of by you, so she wants to express her gratitude by preparing a big dinner tonight. She hopes that Teacher Lynn and Xiao Qiong can come over together!"

···Requesting flowers··· ···

After she finished speaking, she looked at Qiong with an expectant and friendly smile on her face.

Lynn was about to nod in agreement, but before she could finish speaking—

Without warning, a pair of chopsticks reached out from the side and precisely placed a whole piece of tamagoyaki to his lips.

It is the dome.

She didn't even look at him; her gray eyes remained calmly fixed on her bowl, as if she weren't the one doing it.

But that unyielding stance and the instantly chilling atmosphere had already become a silent declaration:

Even if I go to your house, my brother is still mine.

Lynn reluctantly opened his mouth to eat, and was about to speak to Yuihama.

Yui Yuigahama's energetic smile froze abruptly the moment she saw this scene, as if it had been paused.

The perfectly timed curve of his smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth, but the light in his eyes had vanished.

It's this feeling again.

An indescribable, sour and astringent feeling instantly choked her throat.

She watched Xiao Qiong's calm, declarative gesture, and watched Teacher Lin En accept it naturally—between the two of them, it seemed as if a small, complete world had been formed, one that no one else could intrude upon.

And once again, I was isolated from the outside world.

It felt like something was gently but persistently pricking her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

..... .... ....

Before her brain could even think about "what to do," or even the thought of "gauging the atmosphere" had arisen, her body had already reacted first.

It was an almost instinctive, uncontrollable impulse.

Almost instinctively, her hand moved too!

She used her chopsticks to pick up the prettiest piece of tamagoyaki from her own bowl!

It wasn't until the chopsticks had already extended out, with the golden tamagoyaki suspended in mid-air, that Yui Yuigahama suddenly came to her senses and realized what she had done!

"what--!"

She let out a silent scream inside, her cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg.

Her hand, a short distance from Lynn's mouth, began to tremble uncontrollably and violently.

Her beautiful cherry-pink eyes were filled with moisture, and her cheeks were as red as ripe apples.

She instinctively wanted to close her eyes to escape the cold, gray gaze directed at her from the other side, a gaze so intense it seemed to freeze her.

But this time, she didn't.

Yui Yuigahama used all her self-control to force herself to lift her head—

With her trembling eyes, already filled with tears—

For the first time, in a true sense, I met Qiong's gray eyes, which were devoid of any emotion and were absolutely cold!

In that gray abyss, she saw no anger, no jealousy, only a pure truth—[You are superfluous].

This silent eye contact felt like a form of mental torture.

"Old, teacher..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, yet she forced out a hint of energy, creating a heartbreaking display of bravado.

"Me too... um... please try mine! I feel like the tamagoyaki the teacher makes tastes different in different people's bowls!"