Don't force me to use my right fist.

"Mind your own business!"

Just as Saga was helping her out of the classroom, another deliberately lowered voice sounded from behind him, causing Saga to freeze in place.

"Stand against the wall for a while, I need to take care of some personal matters."

With a smile, Saya was helped to lean against the classroom door. Saya squinted and gave her a word of advice.

"No~"

Saya was still thinking of stopping Saya, but after seeing his serious expression, she could only slowly lower her hand that was halfway out.

"It's nothing, just a small matter, it'll be quick."

Sōyū turned around and walked to the front of the podium, raising his right hand and slamming it hard on the blackboard behind him.

A loud bang silenced the already quiet class, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Saya, who was standing on the podium.

"I was too shy yesterday, so I couldn't introduce myself to you all properly. I feel that was a bit too impolite."

In front of everyone, Sawa picked up the blackboard eraser from the podium with one hand, clenching his fist while maintaining a slight smile.

A harsh metallic scraping sound came from his palm as he crumpled the metal blackboard eraser into a ball. "My name is Zuoyou. Besides reading and cooking, I also have a hobby: boxing, which I forgot to mention."

"And, my bad habit is that I love to stand up for the weak."

"I will remember those who help me, but I will also hold a grudge against those who stab me in the back."

With a grin, Saya, holding the crumpled blackboard eraser in his fist, extended his index finger and pointed at everyone's head one by one, as if calling out names.

"I don't care what your reasons are, if you're going to talk bad about me, remember to do it when I'm not around. After all, I can hear pretty well."

With a little force, he threw the deformed blackboard eraser from his hand, which landed right in front of a male student wearing glasses.

Everyone else knew that this guy was the one who told Saya to mind his own business at the end.

"Oh, of course, you can say I'm threatening you or something, or even tell the teachers or the school board and have me expelled."

Saya patted his head as if he had remembered something and added, his expression more like he was giving advice to the students below.

"But before that, I have to explain something. As you can see, I happen to be friends with Ms. Kaguya Hagasaki from the Hagasaki Foundation, the family that founded this school. It seems a bit difficult to bring me down."

"But it doesn't matter, justice will prevail! I believe the head of the Yuzaki family is a reasonable and kind person, and she certainly won't allow a nobody like me to act so arrogantly here. You can go find her!"

"That's it! Keep it up, everyone. If you're unhappy with me, come and criticize me. Don't make me look down on you!"

With a mocking expression, Sōyu looked around and found that although his classmates clenched their fists and looked at him with even more hatred, not a single one dared to stand up and fight back. He shook his head in disappointment.

"Tsk, everyone, be a little tougher. This is so boring. Weren't we having a good time just now? Ugh. Let's go, this is so disappointing."

Saya, who had left with a mocking smile and his head still covered, once again helped the girl at the door, and his expression finally returned to normal.

I have to say, it feels really good to be a bad critic once in a while.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Consequences Would Be Unthinkable

Remember this website [86kanshu.com] for a second. Geniuses, please keep this website address in mind: .86kanshu. Supporting Saya all the way to the infirmary, the girl didn't say a word, just kept her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

Sawa was a little wistful. Was he destined to be in the infirmary? He had only been there for two days and had already been there three times.

After knocking on the door of the infirmary, a mature woman in a white doctor's coat helped Saya lie down on the hospital bed.

"Teacher, Saya has fallen down."

Saya explained to the school nurse why the girl was like this.

Although after what had just happened, he even had some doubts about whether the reason this guy fell down was also related to those bullies, but now was not the time to talk about that.

"Okay, I understand."

The school nurse knelt down and used alcohol to clean the wound on the girl's knee.

Sawa took a look at the school nurse in front of him and felt that she looked somewhat familiar.

How should I put it? It's so beautiful.

She was so beautiful that she didn't look like an ordinary person. Her glamorous makeup, combined with her tall and alluring figure, made her look more like an idol than a health teacher.

Saya glanced furtively at the name tag the woman was wearing on her chest and saw the name Anna Masane.

I vaguely remember it, but I've forgotten where it came from.

Saku scratched his head in frustration, but when he came to his senses, the teacher gently tapped his forehead with his finger.

"It's not a gentleman's behavior to peek at a girl's breasts at such a young age."

The teacher, mistaking Saya's little actions for teenage angst, smiled and didn't take it too seriously.

"This student's leg is fine. I'll bandage it for her later. It won't leave a scar."

After offering a word of comfort to Saya and Saya with a smile, the teacher turned around and went into the duty room to prepare gauze and other supplies.

Why didn't I see this teacher last time I came?

Sōyu scratched his chin with a hint of doubt, only to find that the girl lying on the hospital bed was tilting her head and peeking at him.

Seemingly realizing that Saya had discovered her actions, a hint of panic flashed in the girl's eyes, and she quickly buried her face in the pillow beside her.

"Saya-san?"

"kindness."

Some of the overly soft sounds became even softer after coming through the pillow. If it weren't for the fact that Sōyō's hearing was still quite good, he would have thought he was hallucinating.

"Can you tell me why your classmates treat you this way?"

Although he knew that this didn't seem to have much to do with Kaguya's matter, Saya still asked out of concern.

Putting everything else aside, just knowing the prototype of this girl is enough reason for Sawa to continue asking questions.

If this is really similar to the original work, and she gets driven to the brink of madness by these students, that's definitely not what Sayu wants to see.

After all, nobody likes turning into chunks of meat, right?

"It's nothing, Saya-kun, don't ask anymore, this has nothing to do with you."

Saya's tone became noticeably lower and hoarse, and her body, hidden under the covers, trembled slightly.

"Well, you helped me, so it's only right and proper that I repay you, isn't it? How can you say it has nothing to do with me?"

Saya sat on a chair by the bed and looked at the girl with green hair that looked like cat ears, with only the top of her head showing.

"Please, Saya-kun, stop asking, okay? I appreciate your help, but that's enough. Don't involve me anymore."

The girl's reply this time was filled with sobs and pleading, which made Saya even more puzzled.

"If there's something you're hiding, even if you don't tell me, you can still talk to the teacher, right?"

Sōyū sighed. He was no longer anyone to this child, so that was all he could say.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Dare You Ask for More?

Although the wound wasn't serious, Ms. Zenggen still advised Saya to rest for a day or two and thoughtfully provided her with proof.

So when Saya finally asked her if she wanted to go back to class together, she was told that she wanted to lie down in the infirmary for a while.

That's true. The physical damage is far less than the psychological damage, so lying quietly for half a day in this situation is a good suggestion.

So, Saya said goodbye to Saya through the screen window of the infirmary and turned to walk towards the classroom.

That being said, it seems he skipped class again. Luckily, his purpose in coming to school wasn't to study, otherwise it would have been a real loss.

When Zuoyou returned to the classroom, the first class had already ended. As he entered, the noisy classroom instantly fell silent.

Ignoring the cold, resentful gazes, Sawa couldn't understand what these Japanese students were thinking about every day.

Instead of studying properly, they spend their days playing games about class divisions and such. No wonder there are so many psychologically disturbed people in the country.

Once seated, Saya was debating whether to investigate Saya first or focus on his job and find out who had planted the videotape when a familiar blue-haired head popped into his line of sight once more.

"Hey, Saya-kun, what a coincidence, we meet again."

With her small hands behind her back, the girl named Cirua stared intently at Sayu with her innocent, wide eyes, giving him the feeling of looking directly at the neighbor's child.

"Well, if meeting classmates is considered a coincidence, then there will be many more such coincidences in the future."

Saya replied to her with a smile.

Doesn't this guy have any sense of atmosphere? She can't possibly not notice the way his classmate is looking at him, can she?

"Isn't that also a kind of fate? Meeting is fate, and I have another way to deepen our fate. Would you be interested in learning about it, Zuoyou?"

The girl blinked, her small hands, hidden behind her back, twitching with anticipation, just waiting for him to agree.

"If I said I wasn't interested, wouldn't you have taken out that membership application form?"

Seeing her childlike behavior, Zuoyou answered his own question.

Given her intelligence and temperament, it's quite possible she wouldn't have noticed.

"Well~ Saya-kun, can't you be a little more gentlemanly towards girls? That's all I ask for, it's just this small request."

With her lips pouting, Aqua looked at Sayu pitifully, her plan exposed by him. She looked like a little puppy that had been abandoned.

"You said last time that you would consider it when you had time, and then you ran off. I even gave you directions."

After fidgeting for a moment, the girl still placed the A4 sheet of paper covered with all sorts of strange constraints on Saya's desk.

"Saya-kun doesn't have any religion, right?"

"Ah."

"Then you can look into it. You won't lose anything. You know, there are plenty of beautiful girls in our church."

Aqua raised an eyebrow at Saya, giving him a look that said, "Your chance has come."

"Excuse my bluntness, but are you sure there's anyone else in this church besides you who believes in it?"

Zuoyou pointed to the bizarre doctrines written on the A4 paper, and his lips twitched.

We are capable of doing it; even if we don't do it well, it's not our fault. If we don't do it well, it's the world's fault.

Would anyone actually join a church like this?

"Of course, besides this High Priest, we also have our Chief Saintess, Yamami, our devout follower, Shabushaya, and our honorary leader, class monitor, Tsubasa Amakawa!"