Akira returned to the library with the class president, filled with emotion.
Starting tomorrow, he could finally say goodbye to this place; the miserable days of memorizing words like a university student preparing for postgraduate exams were finally over.
"Kuroba-kun has a look of relief on his face."
"Yeah, because I don't have to come to this place anymore."
"Huh? You're not coming to the library anymore?"
"I'll come if I need to, but probably not almost every day like before."
"So, Kuroba-kun isn't going to continue writing novels?"
"Uh! How did you know… Ah, did you see it…?"
After all, the class president had been managing the library all summer, and Akira was often the only one there, so it would be strange if she hadn't noticed.
Besides reading and learning languages, Akira also did another thing in the library: writing novels.
Of course, he wasn't really writing to express his literary talent, but doing something many transmigrators do.
Plagiarism!
Plagiarize the hell out of it!
That's right, another reason Akira practiced his language skills so hard was this.
This was also his life plan after transmigration.
Although he wouldn't be kicked out by the old lady landlady for now, if her menopause returned someday, she might kick him out, so for livelihood, it was time to consider making money.
As a transmigrator, the current Akira didn't have many ways to accumulate initial capital.
The most realistic was plagiarism.
After transmigrating, Akira discovered that the Neon of this world seemed to have subtle differences from the Neon in his memory; those famous works he was familiar with did not exist in this world.
For example, the class president's gag from the Monogatari series that Akira and the class president had just played, she also said she hadn't seen it.
However, making money by plagiarism was already an outdated plan.
After discovering that he had a heaven-sent cheat like 'Talent Insight,' Akira's life plan also underwent a significant shift.
"May I read Kuroba-kun's work?"
"Not yet, maybe another time."
"Okay…"
The class president didn't insist; she also knew that showing others one's own writing required a lot of courage.
After hanging the library key back in the empty faculty office, the two walked out of the teaching building and once again arrived in front of the vending machine where they had met.
"Anyway, I generally understand how to get along with Kuroba-kun. If I want to ask Kuroba-kun for a favor, I need to prepare the corresponding reward in advance, right? It's much more direct than I imagined."
"Yes, I'm the kind of person who won't get up early without profit. If there's no substantial reward, I really don't have any motivation."
Akira put his hands behind his head and watched her insert money into the coin slot again.
"But chatting with you, class president, was quite enjoyable. I haven't talked this much with anyone in a long time, and my desire to express myself has been fully satisfied."
"Yes, Kuroba-kun said more today than he did in the entire semester combined, so after all that talking, Kuroba-kun must be thirsty, right? I knew you were just waiting for this from the start."
"Hehe, great, long live the class president!"
Seeing his mischievous smile, Anri Hitomi suddenly felt a bit reluctant to treat him.
While other boys in the class would be happy just to talk to her and wouldn't dare to ask for anything else, he only wanted to extort a bottle of drink from her…
Seriously! Am I not even as good as a drink!
Thinking of this, Anri Hitomi felt very angry, so she couldn't help but press the hot drink button.
Clang!
Akira happily squatted down to retrieve the drink, and the moment he touched it, his smile froze.
After taking it out and glancing at it, Akira said with a slight hint of speechlessness.
"Class president… this is hot milk."
"I know."
"Didn't you order the wrong one?"
Who would be crazy enough to drink a hot drink on such a hot day? It's scalding hot.
The class president pouted, acting childish again.
"Since I'm treating, shouldn't I decide what to drink?"
"…Alright, since you're treating, you decide."
Why did she suddenly get upset?
It's really hard to understand… Sure enough, women are incomprehensible creatures.
"What about you, class president?"
"I'm not drinking."
"Then I'll give you this bottle?"
"That was bought for you."
"I don't want to drink it…"
"Since Kuroba-kun doesn't want the drink, I'll compensate you with something good instead."
"Hmm?"
Anri Hitomi suddenly leaned closer to Akira, as if she was about to hug him.
And this time, Akira didn't lean back or dodge. Based on his previous experience, she probably wasn't really trying to do anything intimate, just teasing.
Although the distance between their faces didn't get closer, their bodies did, and Akira could feel the tips of her breasts pressing against him.