Damn it! One day I'll show you just how amazing Ai-chan is! Beep! Ai-chan vows to make the Host feel the pain of 'a fleeting torment of love, a chase to the crematorium'!!!"
"..."
The system and the Host's communication wasn't really dialogue.
It was a kind of thought, one that the Host could control. In other words, as long as the Host focused on sleeping, he could drown out the system's clamor.
Yūma was doing just that now.
But he was just a high school student
Half-asleep, he thought: in his previous life, he was already an uncle. Now that he was back in high school, maybe he could finally enjoy his youth…
…Not at all!
The next day, in a classroom at Shirakari High School, he flipped through books he had borrowed from the library, like 'General History of China.
A Chinese person has a Chinese soul! I have to find a way to go back and see it
During his free time, he read books like 'General History of China' and realized that the country's history was almost identical to what he remembered. There were the Xia, Shang, and the Spring and Autumn periods, as well as the Tang, Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties. There was the Magic City… and Jiangnan too."
He even borrowed a 'Map of China' and found that the streets and routes were almost exactly as he remembered.
This was strange.
For example, in his previous life, he lived on Laodong Road in Lin'an District, Hangzhou, Jiangnan.
So who lived on Laodong Road in Lin'an District, Hangzhou, Jiangnan in this life?
He had become a Japanese person…
"Wow, Yūma! Why are you reading this kind of book? Do you even understand it?" a boy asked as he approached.
According to Yūma's memory, the boy's name was Unko Seiji—a name that combined two of humanity's most disgusting things: poop… and politics.
He was one of the few friends of Yūma in his class.
With dyed yellow hair and an unbuttoned uniform, he radiated a rebellious aura.
He grabbed the book and started flipping through it
"It's all Chinese characters! Yūma, is your Japanese score really that ridiculously good? Or are you just showing off?"
"Shut up," he said, snatching the book back.
After transmigrating here, he had already reached the state of 'My Japanese is really good,' and his Chinese hadn't deteriorated. Maybe he could even return to his homeland as a translator one day.
Seiji looked at him with a frown and a puzzled expression, then shrugged. He didn't try to snatch the book again, probably thinking that "books" were completely incompatible with his "romantic and unrestrained" image.
"Yūma! I'm going to the convenience store to buy drinks. Do you need me to get you anything?"
Seiji was about to walk away when he heard Matsuzono Ayumu , who was sitting in the front row, turn his head and ask.
"No, no need," Yūma replied calmly.
"I see." Ayumu nodded, then walked out of the classroom door.
"Are you and Matsuzono-kun… very close?" Seiji asked.
Before today, he had never seen Matsuzono talk to Yūma much.
"A little."
"Matsuzono-kun is still so frail… He looks quite easy to bully." Seiji smiled, then nudged Yūma with his elbow, smiling: "But his childhood friend Yotsumoto-san is very impressive, and she's good-looking, has a great figure, especially those… Ugh, Yūma, why are you looking at me like that?"
He saw Yūma, who was sitting in his seat, looking at him with narrowed eyes, appearing somewhat fierce.
But he showed no sign of stopping. After thinking for a moment, he continued to babble: "You're not afraid of Yatsumoto-san, are you? Don't worry, she's not in our class, so she can't hear… Hahaha, I'm thinking, if we take Matsuzono-kun as a hostage and then tell Ytasumoto-san, 'you wouldn't want…' Just thinking about it is exciting… Hehe~ Just kidding~"
He imagined it, giggling foolishly.
Seiji was an ordinary high school student, full of lewd thoughts, but he lacked the courage to act on them. In short, he was all talk.
But this time, right after he finished his talk, with a "bang" it was quick, Yūma stood up.
Though Yūma was slender, he was slightly taller than Seiji. He immediately grabbed the latter by the collar:
"You… shut up!"
I, a Pure Love Warrior, actually have a disgusting cuckold like you nearby!?
"…Yūma, what are you doing?!" Seiji was startled, but quickly reacted. He began to struggle with Yūma.
With a "thump," Seiji's butt knocked over Yūma's desk.
The loud noise made the other students in the class look over.
"Huh? What's going on?"
"Andō-kun and Seiji-kun?"
"Their relationship has always been quite good…"
Seiji was actually suppressed by Yūma for a moment, and coupled with everyone looking in their direction, this strengthened his resolve not to lose face.
"You bastard!"
Seiji wanted to break free from Yūma's hand gripping his collar. He twisted his wrist forcefully, knocking Yūma's palm away while simultaneously slapping his side of the face with a "smack."
The sound was crisp, like a slap.
…Huh?" Seiji himself was stunned. "Sorry, Yūma…
Joking aside, it's usually an unwritten rule not to hit someone's face.
As a result, Yūma, whose face was slightly turned, suddenly looked back.
His gaze sharpened, and with a "boom," he punched Seiji squarely on the bridge of his nose.
"Wah!"
Seiji lost his balance and landed on his butt on the floor: "…Ugh…"
Before he could react, Yūma pounced on him like a crow doing a flying press.
Another punch.
This time it hit Seiji's side of the face.
"Wait… wait…" Seiji started to panic.
Bang.
"Personality Correction Punch!" Yūma shouted in his mind.
Before him, he raised his fist again.
"I'm wrong, I'm wrong…" Seiji quickly put his hands to his chest and waved them wildly: "I shouldn't have said bad things about Yotsumoto-san... shouldn't have said… Andō-sama , please be magnanimous and spare me!"
"…Hmph."
Upon hearing this, Yūma smiled slightly.
Correction successful, cut off the bull horns, instant pure love!
He stood up from Seiji, straightened his messy school uniform, then glanced at the trembling Seiji on the ground, and extended his hand to him:
"Don't say things like that again."
"…Ah… okay…" he swallowed, then nodded.
Yūma took his hand and pulled him up.
Seiji looked at him with some fear, but the latter seemed to truly let it go after the fight, without offering any further comments on the incident.
"Yūma?" he tried to talk.
"Hmm?" Yūma replied as usual.
"No, it's nothing…" Seiji said with lingering fear.
He thought carefully and thoroughly.
Yūma suddenly got along well with Matsuzono-kun, and when he spoke ill of Yotsumoto-san, he got beaten…Putting these events together, the conclusion was clear…
"Yūma likes Yotsumoto-san!?"
Holy cow! A girl like Yotsumoto-san? Clearly off-limits…
"Yūma, you don't happen to like her, do you?" Seiji whispered.
Huh!?" Yūma's fierce gaze returned, and he raised his fist: "What kind of nonsense are you talking about?!"
Yes, yes! Absolutely! This expression of having his feelings guessed! Anshi Seiji was already certain… He liked Yotsumoto-san, and who wouldn't like a beautiful girl like her?
But if he said that, he had indeed gone too far by verbally defiling the goddess in his brother's heart!
"Yūma, this time it's truly my bad. I apologize. Just say it—whatever you want me to do to make up for it, I'll do it."
"Cut off that yellow hair of yours. I don't like seeing it," Yūma said.
"??" Seiji was stunned for a moment, then reluctantly nodded: "…Okay! I promise you!!"
The two who had just fought suddenly became harmonious again, which made the girls watching the show in the class sigh. High school boys are truly a peculiar creature!
—Then, Yūma and Seiji were called to the disciplinary office to write a letter of apology.
The back seat by the window, the king's homeland.
The teacher was prattling on at the podium, while Yūma gazed out at the blue sky and white clouds.
Below the sky was the sports field.
A class was having a physical education lesson on the field.
Japanese girls taking off their sailor uniforms and changing into gym clothes—Yūma had only seen such scenes in anime before… Of course, there were also many in 'doujinshi' about how to play with gym clothes, those books recorded quite a bit.
Of course, they were 'pure love doujinshi'! The cuckold ones were glanced at and then discarded… unbearable! He felt disgusted—truly disgusting!"
Yūma cast aside these wild thoughts and continued to watch the Japanese girls enjoying their youth, as for the Japanese boys, he completely ignored them.
"He locked onto a tall figure in the crowd—a black ponytail, slender limbs, and skin as white as snow
It was Ryouka, who was doing warm-up exercises. She was doing forward bends, and all eyes, male and female, were on her.
She was as eye-catching as a blooming flower on the grass.
"Hmm?"
She, who was trying to touch her toes with her fingers, suddenly turned around and looked up towards the teaching building.
She saw the young man in a certain window looking at her.
…It was Yūma-kun.
She curved her lips into a faint smile and waved her hand in front of her chest.
"What's wrong, Ryouka-chan?" a female classmate asked.
"Nothing…" she chuckled softly.
"Oh? Did you see Matsuzono-kun?" The female classmate smirked: "Your relationship is really good… I'm so envious…"
"No, no…" she quickly said: "Ayumu and I are just friends who grew up together."
That's right, with Ayumu, it's just a childhood friend relationship.
She told herself, and with Yūma-kun, it was… just an ordinary classmate relationship.
That was all.