Tokyo: Becoming the Perfect Male God Starting with a Rented Boyfriend.

They also knew the boy's usual attendance habits very well.

Is this really the level of care a class monitor should show to ordinary students?

Kimura Makoto stared at Asahina Oomi for a long time.

Suddenly, a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Megumi Kobayashi gently comforted Naomi Asahina.

"Asahi-kun, don't worry, Miyazawa Itsuki is just feeling unwell and needs to take the day off. I just had someone pass on the message to him."

Of course, as a responsible teacher, although she had no doubts about Tsukimi Sakuna, she would still formally confirm the situation with Miyazawa Itsuki.

Naomi Asahina froze, like a puppet.

"Itsuki... Miyazawa-kun is sick?"

"...When exactly...was it because of yesterday?...But why...didn't you tell me?"

The girl murmured to herself.

"...Ms. Kobayashi, may I ask who relayed the message for Miyazawa-san? Was it Nakamura-san or Tanaka-san?"

Her voice sounded somewhat uneasy.

Kimura, who was watching the scene unfold, found it amusing and gave a mischievous smile.

Emi Kobayashi covered it up with a cough.

"It wasn't the two of them... but a girl, probably a friend of Miyazawa-san."

Even someone as oblivious as her knew what [Tsukimi Sakura] meant to this school.

Even the slightest rumor involving that child is enough to plunge most of the school into brief chaos.

Therefore, it's best to avoid revealing names if possible, just in case it causes trouble for the students.

Naomi Asahina's pupils swayed.

It was as if something was gradually going out.

After a while, he finally managed to speak.

"...Thank you, Ms. Kobayashi. Well then...I'll head back now."

"Yes, if it's convenient, could you please distribute these signature forms for me?"

"Ok."

The girl forced a smile, clutched the thick stack of documents, maintained basic courtesy, and left the office.

Kimura Makoto watched Naomi's figure disappear through the door, his eyes blazing with gossip.

"Hey... Emi."

Kimura Makoto said eagerly.

"Don't ask me, I don't know anything."

Megumi Kobayashi rolled her eyes at her.

"Besides, didn't I tell you not to make unfounded guesses? This is the real world, not a novel. How could the kind of situation you're thinking of possibly happen?"

"I haven't said anything yet!"

"I'm your best friend from high school. I know your story best, you love triangle fantasist."

"Don't do that! Don't call me that shameful nickname!"

Kimura Makoto deliberately feigned shyness and gently tapped his friend.

"Anyway, I feel it's very similar, that kind of premonition."

"Are you serious? The other side is Tsukimi Sakuna and Asahina Naomi!"

"I know this is absurd, but don't you think it sounds like a light novel, with its love-hate relationship between two super beautiful girls in the academy and an ordinary boy?"

Megumi Kobayashi held her forehead, her head aching.

“You should have gone to be an editor at the library back then, instead of coming here to be a teacher with me.”

"Hehehe."

……

Back in the hallway from the teachers' office to Group C.

Asahina Mikoto, clutching the autograph sheet, moved about absentmindedly.

She was oblivious to the people she encountered along the way who would run up to greet her warmly.

"Asahi-kun, let me help you with some of these documents!"

"..."

"Asahi, it's Hase. Long time no see. We're not in the same class this semester, and I miss her a little."

"..."

"Asahina, what's your opinion on the club manager position I mentioned last time?"

"..."

"...Asahi-kun...Asahi-kun..."

A jumble of complex sounds echoed in my empty brain.

Noisy.

A glint of darkness flashed in Naomi Asahina's eyes.

Why do you never consider the atmosphere?

I don't want to talk to anyone right now. A bunch of idiots.

Naomi Asahina's eyes were lifeless.

The road in front of me no longer seemed like a road, and the figures around me were distorted and blurry.

--boom.

In a state of near-distraction, she accidentally bumped into another person at a corner.

Both of them lost their balance and fell to the ground, scattering documents everywhere.

Her light chestnut hair carried a pleasant fragrance, and Asahina Mimi could see her gentle and dignified face beneath it.

"Sorry……"

Both parties apologized immediately.

They both paused for a moment, stunned.

...What a beautiful girl.

Moreover, I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.

Ah, I remember now.

She is... Asahina Naomi/Tsukimi Sakura.

"..."

In the silence, Asahina Oomi was the first to come to her senses, quickly got up, and took Tsukimi Sakura's hand to stand up.

Sakura Tsukimi straightened the hem of her uniform skirt slightly.

"Um, I'm sorry... I wasn't paying attention just now," Asahina said apologetically.

Tsukimi Sakura gently shook her head:

"I should apologize; I was distracted just now too."

They stared at each other, then looked away.

"Anyway, I'm really sorry."

Asahina bowed again, then began picking up the scattered documents from the ground.

Tsukimi Sakura stared blankly at the girl who was picking up documents with her head down.

After hesitating for a moment, I started helping too.

Naomi Asahina was surprised.

Tsukimi Sakura handed the collected documents to her.

"It was my fault for accidentally bumping into Asahi-san."

Her Highness explained her reasons.

"Oh no, it's my fault for not watching where I was going, that's why Tsukimi tripped."

Naomi Asahina hurriedly took responsibility upon herself.

Tsukimi Sakura smiled and did not continue the discussion on the issue.

"Then we're even, Asahi-kun, goodbye."

"Okay, goodbye."

Tsukimi Sakura gave a gentle bow, leaving behind a graceful silhouette.

Asahina held the documents, staring blankly at them for a while, seemingly lost in thought.

Then he turned and left.

At the same moment when both sides arrived at their respective classrooms, they both realized something.

How did she come to know herself?

They clearly had no connection.

However, this issue left no trace in either of their minds.

Because there is an acceptable explanation.

Both of them are celebrities at school, so even if they don't interact, it's possible that they would know each other's names.

Chapter 75 Care

Tsukimi Sakura returned to her class.

Ignoring the usual stares, I went to my seat.

The short-haired girl sitting next to me asked curiously:

"Sakura, did you just go to the teachers' office?"

The girl is Tsukimi Sakura's good friend and is also the person Mrs. Tsukimi entrusted to look after her daughter at school.

Her name is Sasaki Hina.

She was a short-haired, prince-like girl with regular features and a heroic air about her.

"Ah."

Tsukimi Sakura gently admitted.

"Oh, the teacher must have something to ask Sakura about, right? After all, she's an honor student."

Sasaki Hina herself found a reasonable explanation.

Tsukimi Sakura did not deny it.

She is not good at lying, so she is used to keeping silent when faced with situations where telling the truth would cause trouble.

Her Highness's gaze fell upon the beautiful notes on the table, but she was thinking about something else.

Just now, she was thinking about this matter and didn't notice the girl at the corner, and they bumped into each other.

...Miyazawa-kun is sick, and he has an unusually high fever.

It would be very difficult if no one took care of me.

Should I take a break from class this afternoon and go back early to take care of him?