Don't force me to use my right fist.

After dawdling for a while, Saya and Amakawa Tsubasa finally arrived at the classroom before class started.

Saku deliberately kept a distance from Amakawa Tsubasa, and waited for her to go into the classroom and sit down before slowly walking to his own seat.

Good morning, Saya-kun.

A weak voice came from the side. Zuoyou put down his backpack and looked at the green-haired girl with her head tucked in.

"Good morning, Saya-kun." Saya replied with a smile. Judging from her current appearance, no one should have dared to bully her for the past two days. Kaguya's aura was indeed not something that ordinary people could sway; at least, these guys in the class didn't have the guts. Moreover, the fact that she dared to take the initiative to greet him showed that her mindset had changed a lot, and she was no longer as resistant to communicating with people as before.

These are all good things.

With one hand supporting his chin, Saku took out the textbook for the upcoming class from his backpack. He turned his head to look at the girl who had spoken to him but then retreated like a snail.

Judging from her hesitant expression, she probably has something she wants to tell me, right?

"Sana-kun, are you feeling unwell, or is there something you're not saying?"

Seeing her hesitant expression, as if she wanted to speak but was too timid, Zuoyou smiled and asked her.

"Deceive? Um... I do have something I want to share with Saya-kun."

Discovered of her little trick, Saya hurriedly lowered her head, her small hands nervously clasped together as she spoke.

"Okay, then bring it out. I'm very interested."

Sawa found this kitten-like girl increasingly adorable, and even had a strange urge to tease her.

I think this is called something like "the one who entices the other to engage in sexual activity"?

In short, she's really cute. Her little pink ears, peeking out from her long green hair, twitched. Hearing Saya's interested comment, Saya laboriously opened the cabinet and pulled out a bento box. Speaking to Saya in a voice almost inaudible, she handed the bento box to him, her head practically buried in her chest.

"Then I'll accept it without hesitation." Sawa didn't refuse the girl's thanks. He might have declined if it were something else, but this kind of pure sentiment was perfectly acceptable.

Saku took the pink bento box from the girl and placed it on the table.

"Do you mind if I try a piece now?" After all, it was compensation for doing a good deed, and Zuoyou was still happy to receive such a return gift.

After handing the cookies to Saya, she lay back down on the table, her fake cat ears twitching. Then, as if answering Saya's question, she shook her head, which was buried in her hands. Lifting the lid of the bento box, a row of cookies shaped like little octopuses was neatly arranged inside. The aroma of wheat mixed with the slightly burnt scent of baking wafted into Saya's nose, making him involuntarily take a deep breath. It really did smell quite good; perhaps this girl had a talent for cooking?

Saya curiously picked up an octopus-shaped cookie. It was clear the person who made it had put a lot of thought into it; even the tiny tentacles were incredibly lifelike. But then, remembering who made it, Saya suddenly hesitated to eat it. After all, it was a thank-you gift; surely they wouldn't have added anything weird to it, right? He glanced at the girl beside him, who was peeking at him expectantly from her arms. Her fake cat ears were twitching, as if awaiting his opinion.

A young girl's feelings are not so easy to refuse.

The Sawa group covered their eyes and slowly put the medicine into their mouths.

When a cookie looks like a cookie and smells like a cookie, then it is a cookie.

This isn't a cookie!

After chewing for a moment, Saya felt his brain tremble. His tongue had lost its function, and it felt as if a razor blade had been swallowed, destroying all his consciousness. Repeating the chewing motion mechanically, Saya couldn't believe how a cookie, perfectly normal in both appearance and smell, could taste so awful. And most importantly, Saya glanced at the status bar in the upper left corner—it was completely empty.

This means that this thing is simply unpalatable, unpalatable by its own merit, without any fancy gimmicks.

"H-How is it, Saya-kun?"

Seeing that Saya had fallen into a daze after finishing his meal, Saya, who had been secretly watching his reaction, finally couldn't resist her curiosity and weakly offered her opinion.

"Well, it's alright, I guess."

With tears in his eyes, Sawa swallowed the biscuit in his mouth. Actually, if you ignore the taste, the texture is not bad.

Well, without considering the taste.

"Saya-kun, have you tried it yourself?"

As Saya was about to close the cookie box and put it away, he looked at Saya beside him. He had underestimated the girl's culinary talent; she should be the little culinary god of the dark cuisine world.

Without relying on the ingredients themselves, but solely on the chef's own culinary skills, one can reach such a level, which makes Sawa feel inferior.

"No, it's not soft, but my sister tried it, and she said it was very good." Saya's face lit up with a warm smile when she mentioned her sister; it seemed she really liked the sister she was talking about.

That's what I think too.

Saya nodded, silently mourning for Saya's sister, whom he had never met. They were both in the same boat, why must they suffer such hardship?

"Really? If you like it, Saya-kun, I can make it for you anytime, as a way of thanking you, okay?" The girl's fake cat ears perked up at Saya's praise, and her previously hunched chest lifted. Having regained a little confidence, she finally showed a touch of the youthful spirit that belonged to her age. The more she acted this way, the more embarrassed Saya became to refuse; he couldn't live with himself if he said no.

But if he does that, his stomach will be even more upset.

Okay, I'm really looking forward to it.

In the end, conscience prevailed over Zhou's Zuoyou, and he smiled and agreed.

Chapter 101 Transfer Student *2

After agreeing to Saya's potentially disastrous suggestion, it was almost time for class.

The noisy classroom gradually quieted down, but the teacher who entered was not the bald math teacher expected, but rather the smiling Kamishiro Ei-on. Strange, these days we only hear of teachers taking over PE or music classes, when did a history teacher dare to take over a math teacher's class? However, Kamishiro Ei-on quickly answered the confused students' question. She smiled, waved to the doorway, and then turned to face the students below.

While learning to play the drum, Huiyin stepped aside, allowing the silver-haired girl to walk to the front of the stage. Huiyin narrowed her eyes.

Two transfer students arrived this week. I wonder if they'll get along well with the other students? The silver-haired girl walked to the podium and wrote the name "Sixteen Leaf Guan Ye" on the blackboard behind her with a graceful and lively air before turning around.

"That's my name, that's all."

Lianye glanced indifferently at the group of kids below who were eyeing her with curious looks. Her brow, furrowed since she entered, showed no sign of relaxing. If Qingjiu hadn't said that many recent events seemed to be related to this school and that someone needed to be assigned to keep an eye on things, she would never have come to a place like this to be with these students. She'd rather go back to being her head maid; teenagers are the most difficult to deal with.

But her self-introduction was hardly impressive—even Huiyin scratched her head awkwardly. This transfer student's temper and personality were just too bizarre! How was she supposed to handle this? However, Huiyin quickly realized that it was better for her to step in.

"That's so cool, that's the kind of personality I like."

"Such a cool girl, I wonder if it's easy to get her contact information."

As it turns out, if you're good-looking enough, minor flaws aren't really flaws in other people's eyes; they might even be considered endearing. Renya's actions didn't annoy the students below; instead, they made them even more curious about her. Thinking about it, it makes sense. Even Saya, before the curse's authenticity was confirmed, still had people wanting to be her friend. Being good-looking does have its privileges, and there's nothing that can be done about it.

But Sawa thought completely differently. He lowered his head and thought it would be best if this guy remained indifferent forever.

It's best not to talk to him; otherwise, he might have to consider asking Kaguya to switch classes.

He never imagined that this person was the same girl from the brewery he'd met at Takayama Nakamasa's house yesterday. He'd been too rushed to ask her name yesterday, and now that he knew, he was even less inclined to strike up a conversation. Opening his mouth would give him away!

"Is this guy here to arrest me? That would be interesting. No wonder he asked me to leave a message for the people chasing me; so that's what he meant."

Sawa thought to himself, recalling what that person had said in the brewery's laboratory, and covered his forehead in distress.

But then I thought, since this person came to the school as a transfer student, it might mean that she didn't fully know her own identity. Otherwise, given the way the distillery operates, he should already be surrounded.

Saya glanced warily out the window, and relieved not to see the familiar black trench coat from the brewery. He'd finally secured a comfortable and enjoyable identity; he certainly didn't want to be dragged back to that lab by the brewery.

However, as he was thinking this, the girl who had ignored the students' whispers walked directly in front of Saya.

Is anyone sitting here?

Renya tapped on Kaguya's empty table and casually asked if the person behind her wasn't talking about her, and instead seemed to be focusing all their attention on the black-haired boy outside the window.

Sōyū raised his eyes, which were full of innocence.

"Big sister, why did you have to pick me of all people? He was deliberately avoiding eye contact. He never expected you to choose him." While internally criticizing her, Zuo You kept his mouth tightly shut and simply nodded silently, acknowledging her question.

Fu Ye frowned. Was there something wrong with this person's mouth? Or was it inconvenient for them to speak?

However, this wasn't a major problem. After shaking his head, Renya walked behind Saya's seat, where there was still an empty table.

"What about here?" And for some reason, Lianye felt a sense of familiarity about this silent boy.

Sōyu shook his head, but then, as if he had thought of something, nodded repeatedly.

"Hmm? Does it exist or not?"

Lianye's doubts deepened; this boy seemed strangely odd. Zuoyou, on the other hand, was on the verge of tears. The seat was naturally empty, but if she sat there, he couldn't just stay silent forever, could he? Zuoyou was certain that if he answered her question now, she might grab him and drag him back to the distillery the next second. And she might even stop time before taking him away; his perspective might be that he answered her question one moment and was already being forced onto an operating table the next. Why didn't this MC system have an item to change his voice? In despair, Zuoyou even began to complain about his cheat system.

"Although there's no one sitting there, Lianye, it won't be easy for you to see the blackboard clearly if you sit so far back. It would be better if you sat a little closer to the front."

At the crucial moment, Huiyin, who had only been watching, spoke up to help Zuoyou out of the predicament. "Teacher Huiyin, I'm so sorry. I promise I'll never have any thoughts about your breasts again."

Saku silently gave a thumbs-up to the teacher who had unintentionally done him a huge favor; it was truly crucial.

"Lianye, please sit here with me. We can make room for one person in the back."

Amakawa Tsubasa also stood up at the right time and looked at the classmates behind him.

"Does everyone have any objections?"

Several classmates behind her shook their heads and voluntarily moved back one seat. Lianye glanced at Saya, who had turned away, before walking with a puzzled expression to the spot where she had been in pain. As Huiyin directed several male classmates to move the empty table over, Saya finally breathed a sigh of relief. That girl, Kawatori, really did help her! Well done!

Chapter 102 Love at First Sight?

Throughout the entire class, Saiyu frowned. Kaguya had texted to say she had arrived at the student council, but that wasn't what worried Saiyu. Should he really find a way to transfer out of this class? Or perhaps ask Kaguya to use some means to arrange for Kanya to go to another class? But thinking about it carefully, doing that would only raise more suspicion. Saiyu unconsciously scratched his head with both hands.

A note was handed to Saya's desk. Saya turned his head and saw Saya's eyes filled with concern.

"Are you alright, Saya? Is your throat sore?" Saya, worried that Saya's inability to speak might be due to the food she made, clutched her chest, looking at the boy opposite her with concern. Saya shook his head, lowered his voice, and quietly replied to Saya while using his textbook to shield his eyes.

"It's nothing, I was just feeling a little unwell. There's nothing wrong with the cookies you gave me." Afraid the little one might misunderstand, Saya explained, waving her hand to indicate it wasn't what she thought. Saya turned her head away, seemingly afraid to whisper in class. After a moment's thought, she tore a small piece of paper from her notebook, wrote something on it, and tossed it to him.

[So, did Saya fall in love at first sight with the new transfer student? I heard my older sister say that if you meet someone you like, you can't say a word.]

Saya was dumbfounded when he saw what was written on the note. What on earth was this? This girl looked so gentle and delicate, but it turned out she wasn't quite right in the head? This wasn't a Yamato Nadeshiko, and she didn't have long, straight black hair. Apart from being pretty, there was nothing about her that appealed to him. How could he possibly fall in love with someone like this at first sight? Helplessly covering his face, Saya shook his head solemnly at Saya. He had to explain this clearly; he didn't want to be misunderstood in this matter.

"That's not true. You should read less romance novels, okay? I don't like that kind of thing, and there's no such thing as love at first sight." Even though he lowered his voice, Saya's tone was more serious than ever before. Saya nodded weakly. Even though Saya had emphasized it so much, she still chose to believe him. And for some reason, when she received Saya's clear denial, Saya felt a tightness in her chest dissipate, as if some worry had been resolved.

Speaking of which, when she first received help from Saya, she was just as speechless. Thinking of this, a blush suddenly appeared on Saya's face, causing her to immediately lower her head and bury it in her arms. Saya, relieved, took out his phone and secretly started searching online for information about the Enma sword that Shiki had entrusted to him. He didn't have a good solution for the Renya matter, so it was best to focus on other things first. As for concentrating on classes, Saya didn't need to take exams or go to university. Unless he happened to be interested in something, he wouldn't care. Unfortunately, while there were many searches for swordsmen online, those for swords mostly led to shopping websites. The most popular rumor online recently was still about the Hell Girl. Until a more interesting urban legend emerged, this topic would likely remain popular for quite some time. But once it became popular, who knew how many people would be sent to hell?

Sōyū sighed. He tentatively logged into the Hell's Communications website, and as expected, it displayed a 404 error. He didn't really have anyone he particularly resented. In fact, he was the kind of person who would settle a score on the spot if he had a grudge. There was no need to hate people. However, while Sōyū was engrossed in playing on his phone, a small head suddenly peeked out from the window next to him. Blue and white hair confirmed her identity, and her eyes looked exactly like the homeroom teacher who sneaks in during self-study to see if anyone is secretly playing on their phone. No, she seemed to be the homeroom teacher. Sōyū shrank back and awkwardly exchanged a glance with her, slowly putting his phone away. The psychological trauma from the past was too heavy, so Sōyū's heart was not at peace now. Anyone who was daydreaming in class and looked up to find the homeroom teacher peeking at them through the window would break out in a cold sweat. Huiyin simply gave him a stern look. To avoid disturbing the other students, she didn't knock on the window or call him out. Instead, she pointed to the clock and then gestured with her thumb towards the office. Zuoyou knew what she meant—it was to go to her office after class. This wasn't the first time he'd experienced something like this. In the past, this would have resulted in a scolding, confiscation of his phone, and a series of disciplinary actions, including contacting his parents. This combination of measures was considered a signature move of Chinese teachers, and almost no student could resist it. Fortunately, Zuoyou only had a slight psychological aversion to it; he wasn't a real student, and this was Japan. He figured that being taken to the office would at most result in a scolding. Zuoyou nodded obediently, indicating he understood. Huiyin then disappeared from the window and secretly began observing the other students' studies again. In a sense, she was indeed a responsible teacher. Sōyū sighed. He had no desire to take out his phone again; it wouldn't make much difference anyway. On the contrary, he had been caught red-handed by the homeroom teacher. He could only say that he was having a really bad day. He narrowed his eyes and focused his gaze on the back of the new transfer student. Sōyū looked at her short silver hair and started to have wild thoughts.

Speaking of which, that vampire did say he'd pass on a message to this guy, Ruo. Could it be that these two are actually father and daughter in this world? That would be too interesting. But since he'd already helped him once, he should still deliver the message he promised, though he needed to find the right opportunity. Going up and saying it now would just expose him again, and getting caught wouldn't be fun. He felt she looked familiar when he was at Geshan Zhongzheng's house, but he hadn't expected that she most likely didn't need to help Ruo. But then again, Saya was somewhat happy. Luckily, he had acted directly back then, otherwise, if this guy made a move, wouldn't he have no chance at all? Watching Ruo Lianye's back, Saya, preoccupied with the matter of the brewery, didn't notice that Saya was secretly watching him, a hint of grievance on her face. Saya, was he really not lying to him? It looked like he had a one-sided crush on her!

Chapter 103 Dare to Burn My Fields?

After class, Saya failed to keep his promise to go to the office.

It wasn't that Sawa was trying to renege on his debt; it was mainly that Kaguya's sudden appearance at the classroom door disrupted his plans. Standing at the door, Kaguya pointed towards the school gate—her small face was frosty, clearly indicating that something bad had happened.

Sawa naturally wouldn't say much, as this was a serious matter concerning Kaguya's request. He was able to distinguish between what was important and what was urgent.

Saku made a gesture to Tsubasa Yuukawa that suggested they could sometimes contact each other by phone, and then followed Kaguya directly out of the classroom. Yuukawa would naturally help with asking for leave, but even if she didn't do anything, Kaguya wouldn't let him be confined in a place like this.

"What happened?"

Once they were out of the range of the silver-haired girl in the class, Saya finally spoke to Kaguya, who was walking in front of him.