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

He found an empty seat facing her at the next row of tables and chairs, gently placed the tray containing the meal down, and then quietly sat down.

As he expected, she didn't attract the person's attention at all. Besides his deliberate control, it also showed that she was indifferent to her surroundings to a certain extent.

While quietly watching her, he picked up his drink and took a sip. He had been a little thirsty when he was with Hoshino Ai before, but he had run out of drinks then, let alone now after walking all this way.

puff!

so bitter!

He almost spat out the black drink in his mouth, and looked at the black coffee in his hand, his face turning as bitter as the coffee itself.

Tsk, what a blunder. I should have just ordered a soda combo.

"Ha~"

Sakurakoji was somewhat taken aback. Although the voice was faint, he was certain it came from across the room. He looked at the person in front of him, only to see that her gaze was still fixed on her plate, as if the mocking laughter from earlier had not come from her.

She paid little attention to Sakurakoji's brightly lit gaze, but instead kept picking up the disposable sugar packets next to her, tearing them open one by one and pouring them into the same black coffee he was drinking...

One, two, three, four...

"..."

Sakura Koji Sai's eyelids twitched wildly as he silently watched her continue consuming the free sugar packet, mixing a "lethal dose" of sugar into her drink and stirring it well. Then she picked up the cup, took a sip, and looked quite satisfied. Afterward, she gave Sakura Koji Sai a provocative look, as if mocking him for not being able to even drink black coffee.

"..."

No! How dare you laugh at me?

Sakurakoji Sai had a series of questions in his mind and severely criticized her for wasting sugar!

This is intolerable! He picked up the sugar packet next to him, tore off two pieces, poured them in and stirred. He then took a sip and looked back, trying to despise her shameful behavior in the same way, but he only saw her profile—knowing she had no chance of winning, she had already looked away and was admiring the night view outside the window.

This guy!

Sakurakoji gave an unnatural, angry laugh, his forehead furrowing in a grid pattern. He admitted he had indeed been provoked. If he didn't retaliate today, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

So he picked up the plate in front of him, got up and walked straight to the four-person table where she was the only one, and calmly sat down.

Attracted by his commotion, the aloof girl turned her gaze over. Seeing that he had come uninvited, she frowned and said in a cold tone, "Hey, what do you mean by this?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to come and talk to you," he replied gently with a smile.

"I have nothing to say to you. If you know what's good for you, get out of here!" She rested her chin on her right hand and waved her left hand forward as if chasing away stray cats and dogs, her beautiful face full of disdain.

Although the other person's appearance did catch her eye slightly—far more interesting than the others—she had absolutely no interest in talking to them. Their shiny white fur was more suited to being admired as a pet dog. Thinking this, she couldn't help but find it amusing, and a barely perceptible smile crept onto her lips.

“I don’t think so,” Sakurakoji Sai had anticipated her cold words, and nonchalantly took another sip of her much milder coffee, continuing, “I think we have a lot in common.”

"I'm really surprised. I don't remember having anything in common with an uninvited stray dog." The aloof girl continued to speak rudely, showing no respect for him because of his appearance.

"But since you put it that way, I'll listen. Tell me, what similarities do you and I have?"

"Like looks, looks, looks?" Sakurakoji Saiki tilted his head and answered jokingly.

"Wait, wait, wait! I was wrong! I was just joking! Give me another chance!"

His pupils reflected the scene of her impatiently raising her coffee cup, as if she wanted to splash it directly on him, and he quickly began to explain.

The girl put away her coffee, her eyes flashing coldly. "If your next answer is like this, then you should start thinking about how to clean up your stained white poodle's fur when you get home tonight."

"That's so unique!" Sakurakoji thought, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow. It seemed unlikely he'd get his revenge today if he didn't resort to force against such an unreasonable delinquent.

"I just thought you must be one of my kind, that's why I came over to talk to you. There's no need to get so worked up."

"The same kind? You mean you want to insult me ​​by calling me a poodle?"

"...Why did you come to this conclusion? Do you really think I'm not even a human being?"

"Heh~" The girl took a tactical sip of her drink and didn't reply.

“Never mind,” Sakurakoji Sai sighed. “Anyway, based on my observation, you should be a professional who practices a musical instrument diligently, just like me. Based on my close observation just now, I am even more certain.”

"..." The girl didn't answer, but she didn't stop him from continuing either. She just turned her head to the side indifferently.

"The evidence is your upright and standard posture when you sit, and the faint calluses on your hands... mainly your slender fingers and fingertips that grip harder than most people." After being swept over by her cold gaze, Sakurakoji paused for a moment, but continued speaking.

"So, based on my guess, you majored in piano, and also played string instruments. The calluses on your fingers are because..."

Noticing her furrowed brows and the growing anger on her face, he quickly changed the subject.

"Tsk, don't pretend you know me like that!" the girl snapped, then picked up the almost-cooled fries, spread ketchup on them, and started eating.

"I really don't understand, it's just a guess."

"Hmm!" The girl glared at him, but didn't say anything more.

It seems she was tacitly allowed to stay? Sakurakoji wondered uncertainly, looking at the rather beautiful delinquent girl in front of him—Touma Kazusa—with a sense of helplessness in his heart.

For most people in the world, if he were to approach someone with this face, he would generally be treated with courtesy and respect, thus facilitating a smooth conversation and building rapport. Even if someone isn't particularly sensitive to physical appearance, they would still readily agree to be approached out of politeness.

But this rule doesn't apply to her. If you don't suit her tastes, she doesn't care about your status. Because she doesn't care about looks, and she's not normal either.

His goal was to improve the relationship with the other party, not to cause a permanent conflict, so he didn't have many options left.

Moreover, she is a high-class wealthy woman from an excellent family, always carrying a black card with no limit on the amount she can spend, and her talent is... it's no exaggeration to say that among all the people he has hooked up with so far, she is the most talented one, an undisputed world-class genius.

Even after a few years of setbacks, she was still able to reach the top four in the Xiao competition a few years later, and then win the championship in the following year.

Both wealth and talent seem difficult to tackle; tsk, this is tough.

Image: "Touma Kazusa", Location: "Images/1755608067-100446961-113743991.jpg"

Author: Did I guess right?

Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 55 Touma Kazusa, Who Was Set Up

Sakurakoji's mind raced as she pondered how to win him over.

In all his years in the industry, he had never encountered anything so difficult. His looks were of no use, and she lacked neither money nor ability; trying to win her over through these means was incredibly difficult—she was practically flawless, truly a high-class beauty. Her only weakness, and perhaps the only breakthrough, seemed to be her lack of love…

Is he really going to use Baby's methods this time, starting with his feelings? But can he really do it? Sakurakoji's brows furrowed, his head aching from thinking, and finally, his strength gave up as he looked at Touma Kazusa with a sense of resignation.

He also figured out why the other party was in Shinjuku late at night.

Since Minagi University and its affiliated high school are located in Shinjuku, as for why the other person is still wandering the streets so late... are you teaching delinquents to do bad things?

Maybe he lost track of time playing the piano at school (or maybe he overslept), or maybe he just had a rare moment of leisure and wanted to wander around and explore the night market—who knows?

Just as he was deep in thought, Touma Kazusa noticed that he had suddenly stopped moving and, feeling puzzled, asked, "Hey, aren't you going to eat?"

"Huh?" Sakurakoji suddenly realized what was happening and looked at her blankly.

"The set meal you ordered is almost cold." She pointed at the food on his tray with her long, slender, fair fingers, her expression still indifferent.

But when I saw that he had ordered the same set meal as me, a ripple of emotion stirred within me. Was this also a coincidence?

"Oh, thanks for reminding me..."

Sakurakoji looked at the food he had randomly picked downstairs, feeling his bulging belly and the fullness of his stomach, when suddenly he felt nauseous. It seemed he had contracted a condition where he felt like vomiting whenever he saw high-calorie food...

But when he looked up, he saw Touma Kazusa's cold and indifferent gaze. To avoid arousing her suspicion, he steeled himself, picked up the fries with trembling fingers, put them in his mouth without dipping them in sauce, and swallowed the bitter fruit along with the food.

This is the third meal...

He was filled with complex emotions, feeling like crying but unable to, yet suddenly feeling speechless and wanting to laugh.

Damn it, is this the price of multithreaded operations?!

The two ate their hamburger meals in silence for a few minutes. Touma Kazusa was a little surprised to see that he was eating much slower than she was. Could a man be considered to eat less than her?

She chuckled softly and pursed her lips. She won!

"By the way, I've recently become quite interested in pop bands. Are you interested, Miss?" Sakurakoji asked, trying to start a conversation while eating fries.

"Not at all, that's just children's play, isn't it? You're interested in that, so it seems your skills are just so-so." Touma Kazusa casually played with the ketchup in her hand.

"If you're here to ask me to form a band, I'd better not bother. You'd better give up on that idea."

Hey, how did you even use such a difficult phrase as "I'd rather not bother with this"? Sakurakoji silently chewed on a French fry, his eyebrows looking rather smug.

"That's not the case. I don't have any plans to form a band at the moment."

"So what exactly do you want to do here? You're not going to say something stupid like it's because you think I'm similar to you, are you?"

"That's part of the reason. Another reason is that I was curious why you were eating fast food alone so late. Judging from your school uniform, you must be a student at a nearby high school, right?"

"What are you trying to say?" Touma Kazusa's tone grew even colder. "Is there a rule that students can't eat out alone at night?"

"It's nothing, just some doubts," Sakurakoji said, fully aware of her thoughts, before she could get angry, "You can't be like me, with your parents working overseas and living alone, can you?"

"?" Touma Kazusa, who was about to explode, calmed down immediately as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, and stared at him blankly.

Then, as if remembering something happy, she cheerfully picked up her coffee cup: "Looks like you've been abandoned. How pitiful. But you deserve it, being so annoying."

Seeing that she was indeed like this, Sakura Koji smiled and said, "It's not so much abandonment. At least she has enough to live on and is relatively free to move around, so I have no complaints."

“That’s called abandonment. You really don’t understand at all.” Touma Kazusa shook her head. “It’s because they looked down on you and thought you were useless that they completely abandoned you and didn’t take you overseas with them, right?”

That's why I don't care about you and I don't care what you do.

“It seems your thoughts are somewhat different from mine,” he said, stuffing the last fries into his mouth and ignoring the hamburger beside him. “My name is Sakurakoji Saiki. What’s yours?”

"Do I need to tell you?" Touma Kazusa said casually, wiping her mouth with an elegant gesture and closing her eyes.

"Although it's not forced, I'd like to get to know you. I enjoyed our conversation today."

"You're happy just from being insulted by me one-sidedly? You, do you have some kind of psychological problem?" She gave him a suspicious look.

"I can't say there isn't, but it's probably not what you think..." Sakurakoji Sai said in a heavy tone, "Can't you really tell me?"

Touma Kazusa stared at him for thirty seconds, then suddenly revealed a malicious smile. "Alright, I'll tell you then. My name is Higashino Kazumi. Remember that."

Sakurakoji was taken aback for a moment, then his expression became mechanical and stiff, his eyes cold as if he were looking at a stranger.

"Hey~ It's Ms. Higashino Kazumi, I see, I see."

"W-what do you mean by this?" Touma Kazusa blushed, feeling embarrassed that she had been seen through.

"Nothing—I just think it's a really nice name, don't you think? Miss Higashino Kazumi?" Sakurakoji Sai gave her a teasing look and joked with great interest.

He kept retaliating until she was so ashamed that her originally elegant demeanor became quite awkward, her hands nervously bowing repeatedly, and her earlobes turning red. Only then did he stop his revenge, feeling extremely pleased with himself.

Finally got my revenge! Awesome!

"By the way, I'm currently working at a livehouse called STARRY in Shimokitazawa. If you have time and are interested, you can come and visit. I'll treat you to something to eat."

"Since it's a nightclub, it opens at 6 PM, so it won't interfere with your regular classes."

"No need, I'm not like you. I'm usually very busy and don't have time to participate in these games." Touma Kazusa looked to the side and refused without even thinking.

"Busy? What are you busy with?"

"I'm busy... I'm busy studying, is that not allowed!?" Because she didn't want to lie about music, she changed her story, a faint blush rising to her face, and then she glared angrily at Sakurakoji Saiki.

"...That's really surprising."

Touma Kazusa immediately slammed her hand on the table and shouted angrily, attracting the attention of those around her. They questioned her, "What do you mean by that?"

Sakurakoji glanced away and explained, "I thought you must be a truant like me. Forget about being busy studying, just attending class on time is considered very hardworking."

"You probably spend your free time practicing instruments, so your grades shouldn't be that good. Am I mistaken? Or are you actually one of those geniuses who can get perfect scores without much studying?"

Touma Kazusa was speechless, staring at him in disbelief. How could this guy know her so well! Everything he'd said so far had been correct. Was his judgment of people really that accurate?

Unable to bear the atmosphere any longer, she blushed, gave a soft snort, stood up, slammed her hand on the table, and left.

"Don't forget to come visit sometime~" Sakurakoji waved to her back, but was unsurprisingly ignored.

Ah, what an interesting woman.

Image: "Unconsciously, spring has deepened in my dreams", Location: "Images/1755608133-100446961-113744000.jpg"

Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 56 The Distracted Ijichi Niji Natsu

Over the next few days, Sakurakoji was very busy, extremely busy.

If you ask him what he's busy with,

"Mr. Caihua, is this much butter?"

"Hmm—a little more. Don't worry about getting your hands dirty. You should be carefree when playing with butter."