Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Ito, still pinned to the ground, silently grumbled to himself.

However, he really didn't know what was "troubling" him about. The biggest problem right now was clearly caused by Asada, wasn't it?!

Did he time travel?

The group of students from all grades scanned back and forth between Asada's tragic posture and Ito's.

The expression on his face gradually changed from inquiry to disgust, and even showed undisguised loathing.

Ito even felt that even if he just squatted there quietly, he had already been tortured to death ten thousand times in their hearts.

What did he do wrong this time?!

I just came to the old school building for a drink of water, is that too much to ask?!

"Senior Ito, please stop bothering Senior Asada!" someone fired the first shot.

"Ito, all you need to do is get a good night's sleep!"

"One should have self-awareness!"

What good does it do you to ruin someone else's life?

"I really misjudged you. You're just using your face to do all sorts of bad things!"

Such condemnations rose and fell, and once someone started it, those behind seemed to lose all restraint, their words becoming increasingly fierce and outrageous.

There were even completely baseless slanders, such as "Ito has secretly married a hot girl outside of school and has two children"!

Asada, however, showed no intention of explaining.

She huddled behind Ito with a serious expression, nodding occasionally in agreement.

If you give her a pen right now, she'd probably start taking notes on the key points of her critique right then and there!

This isn't a critique lesson, you know!

Ito screamed inwardly.

Just when he felt that everything about him—from head to toe, inside and out, even his breathing—was wrong, things finally took a turn for the better.

It wasn't the school bell that brought salvation, nor was it the divine intervention from Mori no Kami, nor was it Asada's sudden courage.

It's Mr. Toji!

Rie Totsugi appeared as if by divine intervention, though the timing and location of her appearance were quite bizarre.

She pushed through the crowd, adjusted her signature red half-rimmed glasses, and adopted the stern demeanor of a teacher. Although it seemed a bit pretentious, she managed to reprimand and disperse the group of agitated students with just a few words.

Seeing this, Ito even had the absurd thought, "Could it be that they've been replaced by some reliable imposter?"

Then, Ms. Toji glanced sideways at Ito, who was finally able to get up in a disheveled state, shook her head in disdain, and blurted out:

"Ito, you're really lame."

Ito: "......"

Okay, it's still that familiar feeling, it's definitely me.

He stood up, brushed the grass clippings and dirt off his clothes, first politely thanked Ms. Toji, and then couldn't help but ask her why she was in such a place.

Is there treasure here?

Instead of answering directly, Ms. Toji looked at Asada, who was still hiding behind Ito like a quail, and her tone was surprisingly encouraging:

"Asada-san! I've heard about it, and I'll always support you! Keep up the good work!"

Asada blushed, whether from embarrassment or from holding back her emotions, and nodded vigorously, whispering her promise:

"Yes, teacher! I will definitely work harder!"

Then, Ms. Toji turned her gaze to Ito, giving him a meaningful glance in the direction of the student council office not far away, and said pointedly:

"Your every move is being watched. Ito-san, please watch your step and don't do anything that could easily backfire."

She paused, her tone suddenly becoming a little... gossipy?

"If you need a more... um... secluded place, I can help you find one. Hiding in the bushes is exciting, but too dangerous; you'll be easily discovered."

Ito's face instantly darkened. What on earth was this guy saying?!

Behind her, Asada let out a shameful whimper and buried her face even deeper.

Wait, Asada, what are you being shy about?!

At that moment, the bell finally rang to signal the start of class.

Ms. Toji immediately waved her hand, urging them to go to class, "Hurry up! Don't be late!"

Ito and Asada turned and walked towards the teaching building.

After taking a few steps, Ito suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but turn back to remind him, "Mr. Totsugi, this... seems to be your class."

Mr. Toji's body visibly stiffened for a moment, but he still managed to push up his glasses with feigned composure and answered in a nonchalant tone:

"......I know."

After she finished speaking, she remained standing there without any intention of leaving.

Knowing that Ito and the others had completely disappeared, she immediately turned around and, without any regard for decorum, quickly vanished at the end of the path with an eerie gait.

.......

When Ito returned to the classroom, the languid atmosphere of the lunch break had not completely dissipated. The classroom was originally quite quiet, with only sporadic sounds of turning pages and hushed conversations.

However, the moment he stepped into the classroom, the air seemed to freeze for a second, and then exploded open!

Almost everyone's eyes were fixed on him, and whispers spread like a tide, mixed with all sorts of ambiguous stares, scrutiny, and even undisguised accusations.

Ito walked expressionlessly to his seat, enduring the piercing gaze that seemed to see right through him.

He could feel those gazes fixed on him.

I have absolutely no idea whether he violated school rules without his knowledge or whether he was put on the wanted list on the forum by Nagano Sae.

He had barely sat down in his seat and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when he saw the short-haired girl who had led the questioning of him in the courtyard earlier, now secretly watching him.

No, it can't be called peeping at all.

The other person is currently sitting sideways, whispering to the students around them, without any intention of avoiding eye contact.

Soon, as if they had reached some kind of consensus, several girls who were usually quite well-behaved exchanged glances and stood up together, walking straight towards Ito's seat.

The girl in the lead was quite tall, and her expression carried a strange sense of justice and indignation.

She walked up to Ito's desk and slammed her hands down on it with a loud "bang".

The girl looked down at Ito, her voice rising with excitement, carrying a defiant air, as if she were facing the final boss of the Demon King's Castle.

"Asada and the others all have their own dreams that they want to achieve! And Asada now has the support of her manager! Her future is bright!"

"So please stop harassing them so inconsiderately!"

Taken aback by the barrage of accusations, Ito blurted out instinctively,

"what?"

Am I harassing Asada?

Chapter 238 Takikawa's Road to Return!

"No, no, you can't say such malicious things!"

At the dinner table, Ito recounted his experiences of the day and offered his opinion, but Asada clearly did not share the same view.

He picked through the broccoli in his bowl and tossed it into Ito's bowl, then uttered the opening line.

“They are different; they are all good kids. Just because they told the truth doesn’t mean I should be kept away from them.”

Ito stared at the ever-increasing amount of green vegetables he was eating, lost in thought. "You mean I should listen to them and stay away from you?"

Asada immediately shook her head vigorously, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her tone a mix of grievance and stubbornness, "No! It's not that I want you to stay away from me!"

She paused, seemingly realizing that her argument was untenable, and lowered her voice, unconsciously poking at the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks.

"But... what they said was true... they're all good kids..."

"So what should I do?" Ito put down his chopsticks, leaned forward slightly, and looked at her. "What brilliant ideas do you have?"

Asada was stumped by the question. She opened her mouth, looked at Ito, pursed her lips, and her eyes clearly conveyed the aggrieved and bewildered signal: "If I knew what to do, would I have been so embarrassed and begged you for help at noon?"

All right......

Ito rubbed his temples, admitting that he had just asked a pointless question.

Discussing issues other than food with Asada is essentially asking for solutions to mathematical conjectures.

Just then, the sound of a key turning came from the entryway, followed by the door being pushed open.

"I'm back~!" Miki Hayakawa's energetic voice rang out.

She had just finished get off work, still wearing her smart office suit, a fitted blazer skirt paired with thick, opaque black stockings, carrying a briefcase, and with a tired yet relaxed expression on her face.

She kicked off her high heels, walked barefoot into the living room, casually tossed her briefcase against the wall in the entryway, and then very naturally plopped down in the empty seat next to Asada.

"I'm starving!" she cried out dramatically, collapsing into the chair as if she had no bones.

Then he turned to the side, grabbed Asada who was still in a daze, buried his face in Asada's neck and rubbed it against her, and took a deep breath.

"Ah—! As expected, Sakura's energy is the best! Let me recharge!"

Asada was a little dazed by her hug, and subconsciously hugged her back, muttering softly:

"Hayakawa-nee... welcome back..."

Hayakawa Miki finally raised her head, satisfied, after she had rubbed against him enough.

"Hey~ Little Sakura, why are you pouting? You can tell your big sister anything!"

Ito briefly explained the situation to Hayakawa, who then nodded thoughtfully and took off her coat.

"Such a simple thing, and you still have to make our little Sakura unhappy. Yu, you're really pathetic."

A phrase that sounds familiar; I think I heard someone say it before today.

"As long as you tell us your identity, Xiaoyou, that's all that matters!" Hayakawa seemed quite satisfied with his solution. "There's no conflict between being a manager and a campus couple."