Why is the Demon King like this?

Besides Nakagawa Yuto, most of his classmates also sent messages. Ao Keisuke looked through them but didn't find any from Arisugawa, let alone Shiraishi Chizuru.

Rena Kobayashi sent him dozens of SOS messages—she had been arrested and interrogated by her accomplices because of her connection with Keisuke Ao.

Considering that she had sent the message an hour ago, Aoki Keisuke could only sadly send her a "^^".

After putting away his phone, Aokiji chatted casually with his company president, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep on the table.

Hoshino Fujiko was a little curious—if she shot Ao Keisuke twice in the temple at this moment, would he survive?

She gestured with her fingers twice, but ultimately didn't do anything. Instead, she took out a notebook from another drawer and began to summarize and organize the files about Ai Komatsu.

Under the desk, an embedded printer was spitting out papers.

Compared to Momoharu Fujita, Ai Komatsu's profile is much less detailed, which is largely due to her personal charm and characteristics.

In Hoshino Fujiko's eyes, Komatsu Ai lost her value for observation from the very first meeting.

The soft tapping of the keyboard and the hum of the printer echoed regularly.

It wasn't until three or four in the afternoon, past the hottest time of the day, that Ao Keisuke slowly woke up.

He heard the girl move her chair, get up and open the window. A warm breeze rushed into the activity room, dispersing the cold air from the air conditioner and quickly warming her body, which had been slightly chilly from sleeping.

"President?" he called softly.

"Don't use that disgusting tone, and don't have any lewd thoughts when you've just woken up."

"Thank you, President. I feel much more energized after hearing what you said."

"You're welcome."

Seeing that Hoshino Fujiko had turned off the air conditioner, Ao Keisuke stretched and asked, "Ready to go out?"

"Although the record-keeping is finished, it would be a waste to miss the show altogether."

—This refers to the Ai Komatsu incident.

"what……"

Keisuke Ao remained noncommittal. Was Hoshino cruelly admiring her, or was hesitant about whether to save Ai Komatsu's life?

When she was rescuing Chizuru Tsukishima, she had a similar idea of ​​going to the scene.

"Should I come along too?" he asked.

"Otherwise what?"

"Okay, okay."

Keisuke Ao guessed that his role this time was that of a bodyguard, since wandering around the campus with a handgun would easily provoke a reaction from the Japanese.

—Even though I'm not a troll.

Aoki poured himself a glass of ice-cold black tea and drank it down in one gulp: "Where are we going?"

"Use your despicable techniques to find Ai Komatsu."

"Is it appropriate to use this tone when you don't want to check the surveillance footage and are asking for help?" Ao Keisuke asked jokingly.

"Please use your despicable techniques to find Ai Komatsu."

"President, you are very polite."

Hoshino Fujiko pulled a palm-sized book from the bookshelf. It was a collection of waka poems. Ao Keisuke didn't see the title, but he saw the words "Fallen leaves and flying catkins, this sorrow is hard to let go of" written on one side.

"Did you write this?"

"What?"

"Those two lines of the poem."

"Um."

Keisuke Ao wanted to hear more than just an "um," but Fujiko Hoshino clearly only wanted to say "um."

He nodded knowingly: "Xiaosong Ai is in the teaching building now, on the left staircase, heading towards the third floor, and will probably end up on the fourth floor."

The fourth floor houses the classrooms for the senior high school students.

The two left the activity room side by side. As they walked out of the club building, they ran into members of the wind instrument club, who were carrying instruments of varying ages and were coming up from downstairs.

The instruments were a little damp, and there was a pool on the side of the club building for easy cleaning.

Upon seeing the two of them, the girls who were chatting fell silent in unison, their eyes darting around as they sized up Hoshino Fujiko.

"Is this the person?"

"The guy who made Komatsu Ai-senpai cry!"

"Rich people are really something, huh."

"No matter how handsome someone like Keisuke Ao is, he's just a piece of trash who fawns over conglomerates!"

The two groups brushed past each other. Hoshino Fujiko's expression remained unchanged, but Ao Keisuke said in a voice that everyone could hear, "President, it seems like someone dislikes you."

The members of the brass band felt a chill run down their spines—even though they hadn't said a word, why was Keisuke Ao still stirring things up?!

They might make up whatever they want in their minds, but in reality, they wouldn't dare offend Fujiko Hoshino.

"Company member Keisuke Ao, don't waste your time on boring things."

Keisuke Ao didn't slow down at all; he just smiled and explained, "I'm just emphasizing that the president is unpopular."

Upon hearing this, Fujiko Hoshino stopped and gave him a scrutinizing look.

"Unpopular" refers to her sudden loss of popularity within the brass band club—Keisuke Ao said this to test her true feelings.

After Ai Komatsu privately made fun of her, will she continue to save her? Will she truly remain unperturbed and ignore all the malice?

Once that question was asked, no matter how she tried to read Keisuke Ao's thoughts, she was essentially put on hold.

"Perhaps your words will give me a different perspective," she said calmly.

"Ah, is that so... I didn't know I could influence the president this much. That's really gratifying."

"Shut up."

The two continued walking down, and the members of the orchestra breathed a heavy sigh of relief; some even sat down on the ground.

"I don't know why, but just listening to these two talk... feels so scary."

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"Ao Keisuke is absolutely a villain!"

"Shh!"

"He's the kind of person who dares to mock even Hoshino Fujiko!"

"How did Ai-senpai Komatsu end up offending them?!"

……

"President, guess how Ai Komatsu will spread rumors?"

"I have absolutely no interest in trying to understand her thinking. If she were smart enough, she wouldn't have said a word about it."

"The dimensions of thinking are different, so if conflicts arise later, the preparations she made in advance will be very necessary."

"It's meaningless."

Hoshino Fujiko took out a collection of waka poems, opened it to a page, and gestured for Ao Keisuke to go ahead and lead the way, instead of walking with her.

Keisuke Ao stepped forward, turned around, and asked, "What's the second half of the president's waka poem?"

"There is no lower half."

"Haven't you thought about making it complete?"

"no need."

Since most of the afternoon matches don't start until 3 PM, a significant portion of them are still ongoing. There aren't many people in the school building, and most of the remaining students instinctively avoid eye contact when they see Hoshino Fujiko.

It wasn't because I'd heard of her famous name, but simply because her cold aura made me feel awkward.

They couldn't imagine how Keisuke Ao could stay so calmly by Fujiko Hoshino's side.

"How does the club president usually enter and leave the school building?"

"Schedule the time."

After a pause, Keisuke Ao suddenly said, "I think we're a bit late. We need to hurry if we want to catch the movie."

"...Then let's quicken our pace."

So they started running.

She ran through the bright corridor and up the stairs, her pleated skirt fluttering in the wind.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, I ran to the end of the line of sight.