Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

Does it have to be a weekend?

Looking at the letter in his hand, Fujiwara Matsu decided to find another time to go; whatever she said was law.

However, today was not without its gains.

System Points: 300

The next day.

There's been a follow-up to what happened during yesterday's lunch break, and this time, even Chiya Mio's help wasn't enough.

Carrying the soda he bought from the vending machine, Fujiwara Matsu was blocked on his way back to the classroom.

"Fujiwara, I heard you've been getting quite close to Chiya lately."

"What's up?"

"Stay away from Chiya-kun, do you hear me?!"

I'd like to, but I can't decide on that.

"I will. May you all step aside?"

Fujiwara Matsu nodded, smiled, and looked up at the group.

They clenched their fists, making soft, crackling sounds as they approached Fujiwara Matsu step by step.

"You think that way you won't have to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was sent flying, flying two meters to the side under Fujiwara Matsu's watchful gaze. The reason it was two meters was because there was a wall two meters to his side.

The man was kicked against the wall, paused for a moment, and then slid to the ground.

Shiratori Saki landed with a flying kick, instantly adjusted her posture and stood firm. While the other two were still in shock, she had already turned around and slapped one of them in the face, causing him to stomp on the floor.

Fujiwara Matsu saw several bloody teeth fly out and bounce a few times on the ground.

The last one was kicked in the abdomen and immediately knelt down, curling up in pain. Fujiwara Matsu saw the bile he vomited.

The movements were fluid and seamless, all done in less than two or three seconds.

After the maid finished tidying up, her cold expression melted away, and she returned to her professional maid demeanor, though she looked somewhat nervous.

"Fujiwara-kun, I've dealt with those guys. If this happens again, please let me know."

"Miss doesn't want you to get hurt."

To be honest, it all happened so fast that Fujiwara Matsu didn't really feel like it was real.

He was still racking his brains for a solution when Shiratori Saki took them all down in an instant.

He noticed the bloodstains on Shiratori Saki's shoes and her somewhat nervous expression, and casually pulled out a tissue, which he had originally prepared for the soda in his hand.

He knelt down and gently wiped away the blood. When Shiratori Saki was touched, she instinctively pulled her foot back. Fujiwara Matsu then leaned over and cleaned her up again.

"My shoes are dirty. Thank you, Shiratori-senpai, you came just in time."

"But aren't the second-year students' floors upstairs? What are you doing here, Shiratori-senpai?"

"I have something I want to talk to you about, so I came down to find you."

Fujiwara Matsu's gaze was fixed on her face, making her feel guilty and hesitant to look at him, so she looked away.

"Perfect timing, I'm heading back to the classroom. Shiratori-senpai, wanna come along?"

"Um...wait, no, no, class is about to start!"

After saying that, Shiratori Saki ran away without looking back. Fujiwara Matsu watched her retreating figure and shrugged.

Dominance: 31% - 32%

Senior Shiratori really doesn't know how to lie.

Fujiwara Matsu lifted his foot, stepped over the three people cosplaying as corpses on the ground, and returned to the classroom.

Back in the classroom, he bumped into Chiya Mio coming out of the classroom.

"Song, are you alright?"

"What could possibly be wrong with me?"

Chiya Mio looked past him and behind him, but didn't see anyone following him: "Next time, if you're going out to do anything, tell me in advance."

"You're going to meddle in all of this?"

Her gaze swept over them coldly:

"If you don't want trouble, just tell me honestly. Weren't those three guys heading for you? I noticed their eyes weren't looking right at you."

"I could handle it myself, and I came back perfectly fine, didn't I?"

"snort."

Chiya Mio looked around and, seeing that there wasn't much of a person, leaned close to his ear.

"When slaves are bullied, their masters always have to step in. How can they manage on their own?"

"Chiya-kun, um!...What about you guys now?"

Turning her head, Chiyo's expression changed in just a moment; if Fujiwara Matsu hadn't been right next to her, she probably wouldn't have even noticed.

"Oh, it's Hayata-kun. What's up?"

"Um, thank you for the notes I borrowed from you last time."

"It's okay, why don't you take it and look at it a little longer?"

"I've already copied it down. It's okay, thank you, Chiya-kun."

"Oh, okay? Then I'll make a larger copy for you next time."

Chiyo smiled and spoke with ease, even Fujiwara Matsu thought she was too good.

After seeing the other person off, Chiya Mio turned to look at Fujiwara Matsu, her expression changing again.

"Isn't this a classmate of yours? How do you know them?"

"Hayata Kaori, from Class 1-B, has a pretty good personality and is quite studious. She came to borrow my notes right after the last exam."

"You know someone from Class 1-B too?"

"Didn't I say there's a roster? Do you think I haven't looked at it? It's just a matter of remembering names and faces, it's not hard."

A casual remark made Fujiwara Matsu begin to doubt whether his intelligence was genuine.

Will this work? I'll try it next time.

"What, you want to try it too? I'll borrow it for you later. Do you want a one-year or three-year program?"

"What do you mean, three years?"

"I've already memorized all the material for this school year, so isn't it normal for memorizing the material for the other grades as well?"

Fujiwara Matsu was silent for a moment, but in the end he didn't speak. He opened the system panel again, and his nine points were indeed the same as Chiya Mio's nine points.

He could only conclude that even with the same numerical value, there could be subtle differences, since the value itself could change; Shiratori Saki's charm had gone from eight to nine points.

The ability to change and improve oneself indicates that this ability value is just a range, and there will always be some gaps, which is reasonable.

"It's a year old, right? Let me try it."

"Okay, you can have your lunch break."

During lunch break, Fujiwara Matsu raised an eyebrow as he looked at the roster laid out on the dining table.

While he ate, he flipped through the book, and Chiya Mio sat beside him, holding his hand as she watched.

"Go for it, Matsu!"

The girl's light, airy voice drifted over, sounding like encouragement, but Fujiwara Matsu still detected a hint of sarcasm, neither too strong nor too weak.

After looking through it for a while, he confirmed that memorizing the entire school's roster was indeed feasible, but... it wasn't as easy for him as it was for Chiya Mio.

As the roster was closed, Chiyo's voice rang out:

"Why don't you give it another try?"

"I don't need to be like you. Why would I do something that's difficult and thankless?"

"Hmm? You did it?"

Chiya Mio casually mentioned a name that Fujiwara had read in the first few pages. Fujiwara Matsu casually answered with the class and student number. Upon hearing his answer, Chiya Mio first recalled for a moment, then raised an eyebrow, her eyes showing some surprise.

"I didn't realize you were so capable, Song. No wonder you're my slave."

The familiar ringtone sounded; it was Chiya Mio's phone. He knew who it was without even looking.

This time, Chiya Mio didn't try to hide anything and answered the call openly, even putting it on speakerphone.

"Time is up."

"Coming right away, don't rush."

After hanging up the phone, Chiya Mio looked up at Fujiwara Matsu:

"Matsu, I'm going to play with Ichinomiya."

But after taking a couple of steps, she seemed to realize something, her expression turned serious, and she turned back:

"You, come with me."

I noticed the changes in her expression. Chiyo Mio always has a lot of micro-expressions. Her expression went from vigilance to a moment of hesitation, and finally to certainty.

"No, you didn't mean I couldn't be with Ichinomiya..."

"With me here, it's alright. This is the master's order."

That expression just now? Was this guy torn between letting me go or not? In the end, did he not want me to see Shiratori-senpai?

Or are you worried about me being alone?

Fujiwara Matsu dismissed this unrealistic idea from his mind.

This guy just wants me to continue being monopolized.

"Come with me."