Why is the Demon King like this?

Fujiko Hoshino returned to the activity room, while Keisuke Ao said goodbye to her on the third floor of the school building.

The Ai Komatsu incident has come to a satisfactory conclusion—at least for them, they no longer need to worry about the outcome.

As for how Ai Komatsu will survive under the control of a perverted boyfriend, that's something she has to face herself.

But who knows, you might just find happiness in it?

Keisuke Ao stood in the corridor, looking at the playground in the distance, half of his body bathed in sunlight.

He recalled that twilight afternoon in the infirmary and felt an urge to message or call Shiraishi Chizuru, wanting to break down that incomprehensible barrier and ask her about her true feelings.

Then he remembered that on the stairs behind him, Arisugawa Asuka had smiled and said she wanted to understand him; her expression at that time seemed still vivid in his mind.

Aokiji pressed his hand to his chest, feeling somewhat lost again.

His hands slowly clenched, sweat beading on his palms, and his thoughts drifted to places he couldn't even comprehend.

"Hoshino, what exactly did she discover?"

A moment later, a boisterous cheer erupted from the bottom of the stairs—the second grade had finished all the events of the ball games competition and the scoring was complete, and Class 5 had naturally won a resounding victory.

When Nakagawa Yuto reached the peak of his career as the sports committee member, the class achieved an overwhelming score under his leadership.

He himself scored the second-highest score after Keisuke Ao.

The entire hallway was filled with his loud laughter. When Qing Guijie saw him, he was surrounded by a lot of people, with messy, disheveled hair and his clothes covered in handprints. He was beaming with joy, holding up a certificate of merit with both hands.

"Oh! Isn't this our great hero, Master Qinggui!"

"Aoi-kun~!"

The girls quickly moved to a different spot, moving closer to Aokiji.

Even faster than the girls were the guys like Daimon and Koda, who were participating in the basketball game.

"Big brother, we've killed the game!"

"Those brats in Class Two are utterly pathetic!"

"We would have lost if it weren't for my game-winning three-pointer in the last five seconds, okay?!" Da Men boasted to himself in an unprecedentedly loud voice.

"Doesn't I deserve a third of the credit for passing the ball to you?"

"What about me when I run pick-and-rolls?!"

"Uh... I'm always ready to grab a rebound and layup."

A group of people rushed to the classroom to discuss how to celebrate that evening—Friday night was just around the corner.

No one could have imagined what was happening in the bathroom on the fourth floor, less than five meters away.

But as soon as he entered the classroom, the lively atmosphere seemed to freeze. Nakagawa Yuto was like a duck with its neck being hugged, its mouth wide open, only able to utter "Ah... Ah..." sounds, resisting the shoving from the people behind him.

Everyone who looked at the podium quickly fell silent and instinctively dispersed to return to their seats.

—The homeroom teacher, Chizuru Tsukishima, was standing behind the lectern, looking at them expressionlessly.

Thanks to the tacit understanding between teachers and students, everyone realized that Tsukishima's mood was definitely not pleasant at the moment.

Once everyone had returned to the classroom and was seated, she managed a forced, awkward smile.

"Congratulations on your outstanding performance in the ball skills competition and winning first place, but as your homeroom teacher, I still need to cool you down a bit..."

She emphasized the issue of holiday safety, expressing concern that her students might make irreparable mistakes due to excessive excitement.

There are students like this every year, and many of them are usually well-behaved.

Therefore, frequently discussed issues often need to be brought up again.

While completing his daily duties as a homeroom teacher on Tsukishiro Island, Aoki Keisuke bent down to rummage through his schoolbag, only to realize that he had brought it to the activity room.

"After the skills competition, final exams will be coming up soon. If you don't want your summer vacation to be filled with cram schools, remember to study hard and adjust your mindset..."

Chizuru Tsukishima spoke about the exam one last time before finally leaving the classroom.

Ten seconds after she walked away, Nakagawa Yuto finally breathed a sigh of relief—he wasn't afraid of the PE teacher, but he was like a mouse before a cat when it came to Tsukishima.

"Everyone, where are we going to celebrate tonight?!"

"Karaoke?"

"This one's in the third round!"

The students, who were already quite popular, began to offer constructive suggestions. Yuto Nakagawa ran to the podium and wrote down their after-school activities in chalk.

First and foremost, it's about having a get-together. The most important factors in choosing a location are: it should be close to the school, inexpensive, delicious, and allow for celebrations.

There's no need to worry about these points. As a key player in the soccer team, Nakagawa Yuto is a regular customer of these stores.

After a brief vote, everyone decided to go to a family restaurant, where they could find hamburgers, pizza, rice, noodles, and even sushi.

As for what to do after eating, someone suggested going to the arcade.

Because Keisuke Ao didn't plan to participate in the second round, he didn't notice what decision they made.

He planned to go to the club to get his schoolbag first.

"Seikyu-kun! Don't you feel like something's missing?" Yuki turned her head in the morning, her expression more serious than ever before—of course, only compared to her usual carefree state.

It's roughly at the level of "Seriousness from Crayon Shin-chan".

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you think we should include Asuka as well?"

"Does she want to come?" Keisuke Ao asked his best friend, Arisugawa.

"She'll definitely come if you call her!" Yuki said confidently in the morning.

"Don't say things that make people feel annoyed with your confidence." Aoki Keisuke tapped her on the head, shook his hand, and left the classroom.

Halfway there, he thought for a moment and decided to send a message to Arisugawa:

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"Our class won first place in the competition, and they asked me to invite you to dinner tonight."

Just as he was about to reach the activity room, Arisugawa Asuka's message finally arrived. She asked in the most normal tone, "Where are you?"

"Near the school, but I'm not sure exactly. You can ask around in the morning."

"it is good."

Asuka Arisugawa quickly sat up in bed. It was not yet 4:30, and there was plenty of time—enough time to wash away the gloom of the past few days.

She had subconsciously wanted to ask if Qing Guijie didn't want her to go there.

But it was just a fleeting thought, and she rejected the question, partly because she didn't want Keisuke to be bothered by her, and partly because of her own self-respect and self-love.

Try to approach it calmly first; if that doesn't work, then she really has a problem...

Yes, with that mindset, you'll definitely be able to go out.

She got up, picked up the mirror next to the desk, looked at her face, adjusted her expression, and put it back in its place only when she was satisfied.

……

When Aoki returned to the activity room, he knocked on the door a few times, and the automatic door slowly opened after a long while.

With her hair still slightly damp, Miss Hoshino sat quietly in her seat, flipping through a small collection of waka poems.

The Demon King glanced at her twice and said, "I was curious about what was behind that door over there. President, did you knock down the partition and install a bathroom over there?"

"It's a bedroom."

"Truly worthy of being a chaebol heiress!" Ao Keisuke said sincerely.

Hoshino Fujiko didn't even consider this sarcasm as a gentle breeze. She didn't even ask what Ao Keisuke was doing coming over again. She just yawned lightly, looking surprisingly lazy.

Keisuke Ao had no intention of visiting the young lady's bedroom. He picked up his schoolbag and said goodbye to Hoshino.

See you next week, President.

"Um."