There are so many geniuses in crossover anime! What's wrong with adding me?

"Ah!!! Why did you start eating first, Kazusa?!"

After washing up and getting ready, Touma Yoko returned to the living room and was shocked to see her daughter opening a dessert and starting to eat it before she could.

She strode over to Touma Kazusa, who was dressed in a white shirt and black pants, and scolded her harshly: "You haven't washed up yet, have you? And this was brought to me by the white-haired guy. Didn't you know to ask your mother before eating it? You really are a...!"

"Stop lying. What do you mean, 'brought for you'? This is clearly for me, okay? He doesn't even know if you're here today."

She didn't stop moving, but she still frowned, staring directly into the other person's eyes, confronting her mother head-on.

Even so, it's mine because it's what I took next!

There's a limit to being unreasonable and argumentative!

"I don't care! I want it!"

"Here are a few for you, go, go eat over there!" Touma Kazusa waved her long, jade-like hand dismissively.

"Ahhh~ I received delicious snacks! Lucky!" Touma Yoko wasn't angry at all; instead, she was thrilled to have received the treats and happily walked to the side, away from the area where the two of them were.

She opened the lid, picked up a spoon, and started eating, her expression and actions exactly like Touma Kazusa's.

"Oh, I see!!"

This short play, which unfolded so naturally and started so abruptly and ended so quickly, left Sakurakoji Takara completely stunned. You two, mother and daughter, are really something else.

Perhaps realizing she had overreacted in front of others, Touma Yoko smiled and said to him, "White-haired guy, are you stunned?"

"Guomai, my daughter is so disobedient and impolite, she always gives me a headache."

"Don't talk like you've put so much effort into education." Touma Kazusa closed her eyes, savoring the aroma of cream, and retorted calmly.

“Oh, no.” He put down his teacup. “Although your relationship is a bit unusual compared to ordinary families, it’s pretty much the same in my family.”

"Some time ago, before I returned to Japan, my father and I had a disagreement for some reason, and we often communicated intimately with each other through body language."

Recalling the situation at the time, he smiled wickedly, "Although, he was the one passively accepting it all."

"Is that so..." Touma Yoko, who had been joking with herself, froze, opened her eyes slightly, and was speechless.

"Although my family isn't exactly normal either, it seems like yours, White-haired Guy, is pretty extreme too..."

"Eh, that's too extreme! Extremely extreme!" Recalling the past, Sakurakoji Takashi exhaled heavily, without denying it.

"Well, well! Let's not talk about that, let's change the subject!"

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, she, being a woman of good manners, quickly changed the subject.

"Speaking of which! What brings you here today, White-Haired Lord?"

"You mentioned in German earlier that you came because you were asked to, right?"

Hearing something she'd never heard before, Touma Kazusa's attention shifted from the sweets, and she looked at the man beside her: "Hmm? You speak German?"

"Didn't I say that?" he asked, looking surprised.

"...Hmph, not bad at all." She turned back.

"Thank you for the compliment." He accepted it without being modest, and then answered Touma Yoko's question: "Well, a friend of Touma's at school noticed that she hadn't been to class for two days in a row, so she asked me to come and check on her."

"I see, thank you so much." Touma Yoko rested her chin on her hand, looking helplessly at her daughter. "I don't know when this child started to become a delinquent. She's even too lazy to go to class. It's really a worry for you."

"Hmph." Touma Kazusa seemed to want to say something, but swallowed it back. She didn't want to argue with Sakurakoji Sai about educational methods while she was around.

However, her meaning was accurately conveyed to the ears of the two people on the field.

"Yesterday was the same. They didn't go to school on the second day of the new semester. It's really speechless."

"That's because you came back suddenly this morning without even saying goodbye!"

"Oh, is that so? But I remember that when I got home, school should have already started."

"..." After finishing the second dessert, Touma Kazusa tried to open the third one, her ears silently turning pink.

Sakurakoji stopped her outstretched hand, preventing her from doing so. "Aren't you planning to have lunch later?"

Touma Kazusa frowned and stared into his eyes, and he glared back without backing down.

"Tsk!" Ten seconds later, she uttered a sound of surrender and withdrew her hand from his warm palm.

I lay back on the soft sofa, hugging a cushion and doing nothing.

"Hmm~" Touma Yoko took in the scene and a fox-like smile appeared on her face.

How could her daughter, whom even she found difficult to make bow her head to, so easily give up in front of others?

"But has Kazusa finally made friends at school? My daughter has finally grown up!"

"We're not friends, just acquaintances," someone sprawled on the sofa, making no attempt to maintain a professional demeanor, added.

"Mo, it's already rare enough that someone is willing to be your friend, and you still say things like that! Especially in front of the White-Haired King!" She frowned and scolded.

“He’s not from the same school as me,” Touma Kazusa explained helplessly as she stood up.

"Huh? Is that so?!" Touma Yoko blinked, quite surprised.

Because of her ingrained thinking, she still assumed that Sakurakoji's talent came from Mineki.

"Yes, that's right. Touma and I don't go to the same school. We met off-campus," Sakurakoji Sai confirmed, facing her questioning gaze.

“I see…” Touma Yoko covered her sexy red lips with her hand, then hesitated and said, “But, is White-Haired-kun’s school closed today? Isn’t today a workday?”

"Yes, yes, don't just talk about me, let's also condemn this guy who also doesn't go to school!" Touma Kazusa nodded with great satisfaction.

"Quiet down!" Touma Yoko snapped.

"I have class, but I asked for leave." Sakurakoji Sai looked at Touma Kazusa with pity and told the truth, "After the first class, Setsuna... Kazusa's friend called me and told me about it."

"Huh? Did he take leave specifically for her?!" Touma Yoko exclaimed.

Her expression was one of shock, but to Sakurakoji's witty remark, it seemed as if half of the emotion in her expression was happiness. Was it just his imagination?

"more or less."

"This is too much trouble for you! If your parents find out, they'll scold us! Kazusa, quickly apologize to the white-haired guy!"

"Why is it that he's the one who asked for leave and skipped class, but I'm the one apologizing?" Touma Kazusa frowned, unconvinced, and kept poking him with her finger. "Come on, just tell the truth. You just didn't want to go to class, and this was the perfect excuse, so you asked for leave, right?"

How did you know?! Sakurakoji Sai looked at her cold and beautiful face without changing his expression.

Although he's not a great student, he has a keen eye for people.

"Pretty much. I really don't want to go to class either, it's just too boring."

"See! I told you so!"

“Eh, is that so…” Touma Yoko looked at him suspiciously. Based on the information she had just obtained, he shouldn’t be that kind of child.

Or did she see it wrong?

However, no matter what, this child is already excellent enough. Even if she is not very interested in this, just like Kazusa, it doesn't matter.

"Don't get me wrong, Touma." Sakurakoji, seeing her smugness, shook his sleek, white fingers with a serious expression: "I'm not like you."

"Heh, it's all skipping class, what's the difference?" Touma Kazusa scoffed, taking it as an excuse he was making up for himself.

"I'm quite interested, White-haired Man, why don't you tell me about it?"

Touma Yoko, who was watching the drama unfold, spoke up for her, prompting him to continue.

“Simply put, it’s about results.” He nodded to Yoko, then looked directly into Touma Kazusa’s grey-blue eyes. “You need results to do anything.”

“Even if a pianist who has achieved great success doesn’t practice for a few days, no one will criticize him, like Ms. Yoko.”

"But fledglings who haven't yet shown their strength, let alone not practicing, if they don't work twice as hard, they might even be mercilessly mocked, don't you think?"

Touma Kazusa frowned in displeasure at his ill-intentioned example. "So what? What does it have to do with this?"

"Don't you understand yet?" Sakurakoji Saisai spread his hands and shook his head. "I mean, it's because I have achieved results in my studies, while you haven't, that's why we're different."

"What?!" Her eyes widened, and she retorted unwillingly, "You don't even know my usual grades, so what makes you say that?"

"I'm first in the grade, what about you?"

"..."

"Could we be last?" he exclaimed in feigned surprise. "If we're both first, then we really are pretty close... *gulp*!"

Before he could finish speaking, Touma Kazusa's angry fist, which patted his side, successfully silenced him temporarily.

A minute later, he gently rubbed the organ that was so important to his future partner and complained, "You're being completely unreasonable."

"Humph!"

It's easy to imagine that the other party wouldn't give him a friendly look at this moment.

Meanwhile, Touma Yoko, who was standing to the side, fell silent and just stared at the two of them with a troubled expression.

Kazusa had a headache, though she wasn't sure if she realized it. The more outstanding that child was, the slimmer her hopes became.

No, rather, it's more accurate to say that the child probably doesn't even know what her own feelings are right now; you can tell just by looking at her behavior.

"Damn, how did I end up with such a stupid daughter? Did I really not give birth to the wrong baby?" She looked up, covered her eyes, and lamented inwardly.

Suddenly, she remembered something.

"Oh right, White-haired guy, speaking of which, I haven't asked you your name yet, have I?"

Because she usually likes to call people by their nicknames, she only noticed this now.

"What? You haven't introduced yourselves yet?" Touma Kazusa was truly dumbfounded, her eyes constantly shifting between the two, amazed that they could still keep talking under these circumstances.

"Come to think of it, that's true. I'm sorry, but since you seem to know me, I assumed Touma had already told you." He thought for a moment and then explained.

"Huh? Why would I introduce you to her?!" Touma Kazusa reacted strongly.

Sakurakoji was also taken aback by her reaction: "Huh? Because when I came here just now, Aunt Yoko seemed to recognize me."

"Does Mom know you?" Touma Kazusa stiffly turned her neck to face her mother.

Touma Yoko smiled slightly, displaying an expression that said she knew everything.

"!!!" She only just remembered that she had talked to her about this a few nights ago.

Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 170 The First Time the Disguise is Exposed

Although she didn't specify who it was, the target's characteristics were described very clearly, especially his long, straight white hair. Anyone who wasn't blind would know who she was talking about at first glance.

Although she didn't say what it was about at the time, it was clear that the "wicked woman" had already started to make assumptions.

The key point is that, at this moment, she can't very well argue or explain to Sakurakoji Saiko in front of her!

She leaned back on the sofa, feeling a little dizzy; her body, which had been so energetic just moments before, was now completely exhausted.

"Alright, forget about her, you continue with yours, White-haired Guy," Touma Yoko said with a gentle smile.

"Oh, okay." He glanced at the exhausted Touma Kazusa and felt puzzled.

I really don't understand! What exactly are you guys saying about me behind my back? It's like you know something but don't quite understand it.

“My name is Sakurakoji Saiki. I lived with my parents in the United States a few months ago and only recently returned,” he introduced himself.

"Your parents are both in America, so why did you want to come back? Were you not used to living there?" Touma Yoko started chatting casually, asking curiously.

"Well, I guess they got tired of staying there and wanted to come back for a visit, since we went there when I was a child."

"Oh, so you're coming back alone this time? Don't you find it tiring?"

“Not really, my sister is with me too, she just started high school this year.” Sakura Koji answered point by point in an organized manner. “It’s not hard, we have a lot of relatives here, so we have a lot of people to rely on, and life is fine.”

"That's good," Touma Yoko nodded slightly, then said with interest, "But you have a younger sister, White-haired guy. I only have one daughter, Kazusa, so I wonder what it's like for me. She must be just as cute as you, right?"

"...I guess so." His face was conflicted and stiff. He didn't know why, but every time this topic came up, the other person always asked the same question.

"By the way! May I ask what your parents do for a living? Maybe I can get to know them when I go on tour in the US!" She clapped her hands lightly, a smile spreading across her face, which was as cool and beautiful as Touma Kazusa's.

Sakurakoji looked at her intently, unsure whether her words were sincere or if they held any hidden meaning.

However, there's no point in hiding it.

"They work in the clothing industry, and they've recently started a brand and a company there."

"You run a clothing company? That's amazing!" Touma Yoko exclaimed in genuine admiration.