The swiftness of the scene left the teacher nearby somewhat unable to react, 'Wasn't he just ferocious a moment ago? Why is he lying on the ground now?'
He glanced at Yusei and saw an innocent look on his face.
"Sensei, he was the one who tried to attack me. It should be self-defense, right? You can testify for me?"
"Ah, no... it's fine. He did try to attack you."
The P.E. teacher didn't know what to say, but he suddenly remembered how Yusei had looked when he 'panicked' and came to find him earlier.
'This... Did you really look like you were afraid of being beaten up by them?'
...
Standing at the school gate, watching the ambulance drive away, Yusei let out a sigh.
'Why couldn't they just behave? Why resort to school violence? This is a society governed by law.'
Because he needed to cooperate with the teacher to explain the details of the incident, he hadn't returned immediately.
But just then, a familiar voice sounded beside him.
"What are you doing here?"
Yusei turned to see Utaha, wearing her uniform with some dark circles under her eyes, standing there holding her school bag.
She was as beautiful as ever, her long black hair smoothly cascading down her back, her uniform unable to conceal her curvaceous figure.
She was slim where she should be slim, and had curves where she should have curves.
Plus, those long, shapely black-stockinged legs beneath her school skirt...
Indeed, no matter when, seeing something beautiful when you're in a bad mood always makes you feel better.
And right now, Yusei was already in a good mood.
It's double the happiness!
"Just now, some thugs were fighting, it was brutal. I passed by, then kindly told the teacher, stopping the tragedy in time."
"Oh, I see."
Utaha didn't pay much attention to this. She turned around, seemingly ready to go to class.
Yusei thought for a moment, then quickly caught up. As for the teacher's instruction to wait and provide a detailed statement later...
He doesn't have time… maybe later...
Utaha glanced at Yusei following her but didn't say anything.
Instead, she took out her phone, opened a document, and handed it to Yusei.
"Can you help me look at the plot I wrote last night while pulling an all-nighter?"
"Why should I..."
Yusei wanted to tease her a bit, saying 'Why should I help you?' to poke fun at Utaha.
But he immediately heard Senpai's playful tone.
"The reward is that I won't mind you staring at my legs."
"..."
'Well, while it couldn't be called a huge win, at least it became 'legal'.'
Yusei took the phone. He hadn't expected Utaha, who seemed like a cold beauty, to use a cute-style pink phone case.
'Wouldn't have guessed.'
Musing briefly, Yusei quickly got into the zone, using his experience from reading romance web novels in his previous life to review Utaha's plot.
It had to be said, even though she was only a second-year high school student, Utaha's word choice was already very beautiful.
Combined with some stomach-churning plots, love triangles, etc., the simple dozen or so pages actually had Yusei reading with great interest.
"Not bad at all. Feels like it could be published directly. As expected of Senpai."
Yusei didn't hold back his praise, and this was his genuine opinion.
"Your mouth is quite sweet. Looks like you've made plenty of girls happy."
Utaha said with a playful smile, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
For a new writer, readers' praise is indeed the best compliment.
Class A and Class B aren't too far apart, so the two were on the way together.
Just before reaching the classrooms, Utaha suddenly turned to look at Yusei.
"At noon..."
"The rooftop, right? Okay, see you then."
Utaha was momentarily stunned, then smiled.
"I can't tell you can read minds? Alright, see you then, Leg-Fetish-kun."
After saying that, Utaha directly walked into Class A.
Yusei shrugged behind her, 'This wasn't mind-reading.'
'You're clearly very interested in the subsequent plot of the novel. In such a situation, wanting to write a perfect novel naturally means consulting a seasoned reader's opinion is better.'
'Preferably someone with extensive experience reading romance novels. And there just happens to be one right in front of you. And judging by your behavior yesterday, of course you'd choose me...'
'But... what did she mean by that last 'Leg-Fetish'? Am I a leg guy? I... well, I do quite like them.'