He's a crossover character in anime/manga, and basically just very despicable.

————————————Half an hour later————————————————————

"Are you alright, staying at home...?"

"I...I can't die...ugh..."

Hachiman Hikigaya buried his face in the trash can, trembling as if he had been drained dry by more than three hundred rich women who liked to play with Pleasure Balls, while Azami Kurosaki patted his back beside him.

"Hachiman, do you need your stomach pumped?"

I'd heard in my past life that this silly girl was a terrible cook, and I was skeptical and decided to give it a try, but... thank you, Hachiman, for your brave experiment!

"No need... thank you."

"There was too little sugar, the baking temperature was too high, and the baking time was too long."

Yukino stepped forward to offer encouragement.

"Try it one more time, as I suggested."

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"Come on, Yukino-san, give it a try~"

"Waaaaah..."

Good upbringing prevented Ms. Yukinoshita from spitting it out in public.

"I've moved Hachiman to a well-ventilated area; he should wake up soon."

Kurosaki Azami returned to the cooking class.

"Why...why did you put chocolate powder in it?!"

"Because it'll taste delicious if it's sweet~"

"But you put in way too much! This time, just make it according to my previous recipe!"

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"Hahaha, the cookies are here!"

The pink-haired girl smiled like a pangolin.

"Hey? The cookies are here, why aren't you eating them?"

"Yuigahama-san, it's not that we're afraid to eat them, it's that you poisoned these cookies..."

Hachiman Hikigaya still looked a bit listless.

"After eating it, it felt like my stomach was twisted into a pretzel and then thrown into sulfuric acid. It was terrifying! I'd rather take a beating from Hiratsuka-sensei than eat that cookie again! Oh, don't cry!"

Tears began to well up in the eyes of the senior officer in charge of the funeral procession.

Am I... stupid?

"Should I not have thought of making cookies for that person to express my gratitude?"

"You could have gone to buy cookies..."

"No, no, no, these two have completely different meanings."

Just as Yukinoshita was about to offer some words of comfort, Kurosaki Azami beat her to it.

"Indeed, you can express your gratitude with cookies you bought, or you can even ask the Service Club to make a batch of cookies for you, or you can ask Yukinoshita to make cookies for you step by step."

A calming and captivating aura permeates the air here.

"But is that really what you want? Even if Yukinoshita makes the cookies herself, are they still considered 'Yui Yuigahama's cookies'?"

"Did you know that ancient China's bronze weapons were cast using clay molds? It wasn't until later that forging, which involved repeatedly hammering the metal, replaced casting, allowing humanity to enter the Iron Age much faster."

Yuihama stared blankly at the man in front of her, her tears having stopped flowing.

"This is not only a revolution in metals, but also a path of human growth!"

"From simply learning from the experiences of predecessors, we are moving towards a path of using mistakes as a hammer to correct ourselves!"

"This is how humanity 'forges' itself!"

"If you want to buy cookies, no one will stop you."

"But you probably can't make 'Yuihama's Cookies' again."

"I can help you if you're willing!"

Kurosaki Azami took out a small notebook and a small box. Inside the box were a few cookies in a small sealed bag.

"These are the cookie recipes from your previous failures and the samples I kept. They are the 'hammer' I left for you."

Would you be willing to try one last time?

"Waaaaah! Kurosaki-kun!"

"What a kind person..." Hachiman was also moved.

"It seems I've lost."

Although she was very unwilling, Yukinoshita was not the kind of person who would deceive herself.

I originally intended for Yuihama to strictly follow the recipe in the book, but Kurosaki Azami's method seems to be more effective for the child.

Finally, Yuihama managed to make a cookie that was at least edible.

"Kurosaki-kun! You must accept this cookie! Thank you so much for what you said to me!"

"No need to thank me,"

Kurosaki Azami turned her head and smiled from an angle where no one could see her.

"It's good that you don't blame me."

Back home, I activated the brain communication.

"Is Abbacchio there?"

"The Yoshii family is having a banquet tomorrow night. Will you come with me?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's that Hiratsuka-sensei who asked you out. Remember to dress nicely. Stop complaining. Even if you're not afraid of Bucciarati nagging you, who can stand seeing him and Trish constantly showing off their love?"

"By the way, I discovered a new product today that will definitely bring significant profits to the company. Who should I talk to about this deal? I've already decided. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now."

The following day, Saturday morning, at the Shirogane family home.

"Ji, what's up? Why did you come all this way so early in the morning..."

As it turns out, even close friends won't be happy if their sleep is disturbed.

"I have a business deal to entrust to you, the commission is 100 million yen."

"Really? What kind of business? You're really entrusting me with it?"

After her close friend became wealthy, he did consider helping the Baiyin family, but he refused each time.

"Would I lie to you? Speaking of which, you told me before that you liked Kaguya Shinomiya, right?"

"Uh... well, it's not that... how should I put it..."

"Okay, even if you like her, do you think her family would allow a poor boy who delivers newspapers and hands out flyers every day to be with her? This is a rare opportunity to improve yourself."

"But, wouldn't this be a bit of a hassle for you...?"

Because he is a close friend, I don't want to take advantage of him.

"Don't refuse! This isn't about the money!"

Kurosaki Azami started to get angry.

"Your abilities are undeniable. Do you really want a few odd jobs to block the path you're destined to forge?"

"What's important isn't the money! It's the experience and perspective this job can give you!"

"If you feel bad, then just close the deal and take the million without any guilt!"

"If you dare to do something like that again, I'll cut ties with you!"

With such a friend, what more could one ask for!

I must make this deal happen!

"By the way, what kind of business is it?"

A rare blush appeared on Kurosaki Azami's face.

Shirogane Miyuki sensed something was wrong.

"You know, these days everyone's obsessed with being 'pollution-free'..."

"I met a genius named Yui Yuigahama, who provided me with several amazing formulas..."

"I'd like you to go find her..."

"Let's discuss a contract for the sale of a 'pollution-free rat poison' formula..."

Chapter 13 Abbacchio's Love Story

"Boss, why did you have to drag me to this lousy banquet...?"

Two people sat side by side in the back seat of the speeding car.

With the ends of his light gray hair slightly curled up, his golden eyes flashing with dissatisfaction, and his dark blue trench coat giving off a "steady yet trendy" vibe, the handsome man in his twenties began to complain.

Leo Abbacchio is ostensibly the information director of Kurosaki Technology, but in reality, he is an intelligence specialist for the "Passion Organization".

Image: "Famous Tea Master", Location: "Images/1641805382-100292271-108204373.jpg"

Well... there are two main reasons.

Abbacchio looked at Kurosaki Azami's hesitant face.

The bosses in this world are actually quite nice; they pay high salaries and don't exploit their subordinates.

It's just that the Crimson King that's making me a little upset. Every time I'm alone with my boss, my chest aches.

"The first reason is that the birthday banquet of the eldest daughter of the Yotsuui family is not only a 'breeding party' for the Yotsuui family to select a son-in-law, but also an exchange meeting for various companies to communicate with each other and enhance their network. We can use this opportunity to observe which companies are inclined to be enthusiastic towards us."

"You found the dead... So, what about the second one?"