What others thought, Yusei naturally didn't know, but his goal had been achieved.
Having a meal with his senpai established this connection, making it easier to get closer to her in the future.
Nothing else happened after the meal, and the two finished eating and went their separate ways to class.
Utaha was in Class 2-A, Yusei in Class 2-B.
Well, the class assignments were based on entrance exam results.
Yusei considered himself lucky he wasn't placed in Class E. Through the memories of his previous self, he knew his grades at the start were actually pretty good.
But later, due to some family issues, his predecessor lost motivation to study, and his grades plummeted.
The morning classes were boring. He looked around the classroom but found no girls worth admiring.
'Sure enough, even in this Anime World, high-quality girls were still somewhat scarce.'
He waited for the school bell to ring.
Yusei didn't waste any more time at school and headed straight out the gate, preparing to go home.
Clearly, he was skipping class!
Although skipping class isn't good behavior, today was a special circumstance.
Earlier, while discussing the novel with Utaha, Yusei hadn't had time to sort out the matter of the system.
But now, with free time, Yusei couldn't wait any longer. Wait until school ended to go home? That would be several more hours!
Toyogasaki Academy's lunch break was only one hour, which was too short, so students generally had to wait until afternoon to go home after school.
At noon, they just ate a boxed lunch and rested their heads on their desks.
His previous self might have been afraid to skip class, but Yusei wasn't.
He still felt a bit dreamlike, as if he were playing a simulation game, so he felt somewhat reckless.
...
Yusei's home was located in a moderately priced area of Tokyo, in an apartment building over ten stories high.
His family wasn't wealthy and their assets were average, just a comfortable middle-class life.
Moreover, from the memories, Kazami Yusei learned that his mother had passed away from illness last year, and her treatment had left them with considerable debt.
Now, his father was working desperately to repay the debts and provide a better life for Yusei.
"Sigh, it's not easy for him either," Yusei sighed. He took the elevator, arrived at his front door, and took out his key to unlock it.
Click.
The door opened.
However, the room wasn't empty as Yusei had expected.
On the contrary, there seemed to be quite a few people at home?
Yusei stared blankly at the three people in the living room.
A man, a woman, and a little girl.
He recognized the man, as it was his current father, a man with a somewhat mature, older-man charm.
From his features, one could tell this man was quite handsome in his youth.
'No wonder I'm so handsome, about 80% as good-looking as my previous life.'
Yusei thought to himself, but the man opposite, his dad, had already spoken.
"Why are you back? Shouldn't you still be in class right now?"
'Crap, I got a bit too carried away earlier and forgot about this.'
Indeed, at this time, most Japanese's schools were still in session.
For a moment, Yusei didn't know how to answer, 'I couldn't just say it was unsafe to activate the system at school so I returned home, right?'
The middle-aged man saw Yusei's 'low' expression and sighed.
"Never mind. Let me introduce you. From now on, this is your mother, Kanako, and your little sister, Shiro."
The woman had white hair, looked to be in her thirties, with above-average looks and a mature face bearing a maternal serenity.
"Hello, Yusei-kun. Please take care of me from now on."
As she spoke, she also took out a gift box.
"Your father mentioned your birthday was just a couple of days ago. This is a belated gift for you."
Yusei was still somewhat stunned and subconsciously reached out to take it.
That white-haired woman... Kanako, seeing this, quickly pulled over the little girl who hadn't spoken and had been quietly observing everything.
"Shiro, quickly call him Onii-chan."
"Nii." The little girl looked at everything with calm eyes, her small mouth slightly opening to utter the word.
Then, without saying another word, she returned to her previous doll-like silence.
Kanako showed an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, Yusei-kun, Shiro... Shiro is just like this."