Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady-Chapter 17 - 15. The Path to ’Tokyo Handsome Guy’, the system does not want to be absent.

Dubian Che leaned against the subway door, yawning.

Last night, after he finished preparing the mock test for Yuzao Haomei, he himself started studying advanced English, which was no small burden for someone with the stamina of a three.

He didn't feel the strain.

From the moment he declared in the office yesterday that he wanted to become a "Tokyo Hunk" and realized he had to surpass himself before going to sleep each night, he suddenly found the process of knowledge acquisition wonderful.

Doing what one ought to do wasn't so bad.

"Next stop, Shibuya Station, Shibuya Station."

He perked up a bit, blended into the crowd exiting the station, and climbed the slope to Goda High School.

After the Golden Week holidays, the sunlight grew fiercer, lighting up the veins in the zelkova leaves lining the slope.

Sometimes, a cool breeze would blow, and although it was only early May, it felt more like an early summer day.

After attentively attending the morning classes and finishing lunch faster than usual, he said to Kunii Shuichi and Saito Keisuke:

"I'm heading to the club, you guys eat slowly."

"Oh, alright."

During the morning break, both had already learned about the task Xiaoquan Aonai had entrusted to him.

Dubian Che went back to the classroom to pick up the mock tests, crossed the elevated walkway between the school buildings and department building, and arrived at the Human Observation Department.

Kiyono Lin was eating alone.

Dubian Che excused himself upon entering, and she merely nodded, continuing to taste her clearly exquisite meal without changing her rhythm.

After she finished eating and packed up her lunch box, Dubian Che asked:

"I've been planning to improve my English reading skills, any novels you recommend?"

"For the sake of becoming a 'Tokyo Hunk'?"

"For the sake of becoming a 'Tokyo Hunk'."

Kiyono Lin took out a white handkerchief from a hidden pocket in her pleated skirt and gently wiped her lips.

After she was done, she folded the handkerchief neatly and put it back in her pocket, perfectly flat with no bulges.

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Dubian Che's gaze followed the white handkerchief.

He found the habit of some Island Country people carrying handkerchiefs quite novel.

Kiyono Lin picked up a hardcover book from beside the table, lowered her eyes, and carefully read the text.

The midday early summer sunlight shone on her head, making her jet-black hair, which cascaded onto her shoulders, slightly reflective.

Was the conversation... over?

What next?

Never mind.

Dubian Che withdrew his gaze, glanced at the wall clock; twenty minutes of lunch break had passed, why hadn't Yuzao Haomei come yet?

He hated people who were not punctual the most. Just as he was getting slightly impatient and angry, he suddenly realized: he only mentioned needing to complete four papers today but hadn't asked her to come at noon.

It was just his assumption that she would make use of the lunch break.

The impatience and anger that had just arisen in Dubian Che's heart instantly evaporated, prompting him to reflect on himself.

If Yuzao Haomei had entered right at that moment, his tone might not have been very harsh, but there would have been a hint of dissatisfaction.

And if she had entered with the thought, 'Look how proactive I am, sacrificing my lunch break to study,' his reaction could have discouraged her eagerness to learn.

Next time, regardless of the situation, he needed to explain things clearly and not assume. Moreover, he must reflect on himself before getting angry; it wouldn't be too late to get angry after confirming that he wasn't at fault.

Embracing the thought of punishing himself and remembering this lesson, Dubian Che sat idly in the activity room, going through all four mock test papers in his mind.

The bell signaling the end of the lunch break brought him back from his thoughts.

Dubian Che satisfiedly organized the test papers.

'The me at this bell ring has improved since the last. I'm only fifteen now, and with 3650 days until I turn twenty-five, it's hard to imagine how incredible I will be by then. I should definitely become a perfect 'Tokyo Hunk', right?'

"Put away that disgusting smile."

Dubian Che looked at Kiyono Lin with dissatisfaction: "I'm not smiling."

"You were smiling."

"I've been wearing this face since I was born, not to brag, but I've never even cried once."

"You've finally lost it and started spouting nonsense, huh? My family runs a psychiatric hospital; it's got a nice environment and even keeps small animals. Since you're a club member, I can let you stay for free."

"Thanks for the offer, but keep it for yourself."

Dubian Che stood up, ready to leave.

"Here."

"What is this?"

"Remember to return it to me after you finish."

Dubian watched Kiyono Lin leave the clubroom, then looked down at the hardcover book in his hands.

He casually flipped it open from the middle; it was all in English. Closing the book, he saw the title on the cover: "The Great Gatsby."

"The Great Gatsby," he murmured softly.

Was this a follow-up to his earlier question on what book to read to improve English reading skills?

'What the heck, she must have taken a liking to me. Too bad, I really dislike you. But since you loaned me this book, I'll let you off the hook next time even if there is a convenient drug available.'

Dubian Che weighed the book in his hands with satisfaction; the hardcover was quite heavy.

The afternoon brought the dreaded physical education class, combined with Class 2, which included running around the track for fifteen minutes.

Three minutes later, the girl and the boy collided.

"You're pretty weak," she said.

"You're not so bad yourself," he praised.

"Let me make this clear," she took a deep breath, "I don't want to, but if I felt like it, winning first place in the marathon for the whole school," she took another deep breath, "would be no problem at all."

"Rule four of 'Tokyo's Handsome Men,' 'Be confident in doing anything.'" He swallowed, "You think, winning the marathon for the whole school is something I can't do?"

"Liar."

"I, Dubian, never lie."

"Hmph."

Then, the two of them stopped talking, just silently competing.

One moment one was ahead, the next moment the other, but most of the time, they were struggling to jog side by side.

Fifteen minutes later, Dubian Che lay on the bright green grass, gazing at the azure sky, and decided to start training his physical strength from tomorrow.

"Dubian, you're too weak!" Kunii Shuichi's taunting voice reached his ears.

"Want to wash your face in the pond?" Saito Keisuke invited.

Dubian covered his eyes with his arms: "Leave me alone."

After the two left, he lay there until he felt like moving, then propped himself up.

"Ugh," he groaned and twisted his waist and neck.

Turning around, he saw Kiyono Lin in the distance, doing some stretching exercises alone.

A few girls walked over and spoke to her for a while, but she coldly shook her head, and the girls walked away.

After returning to the classroom, he changed out of his sports attire, put on a shirt and trousers, and after the last class, Dubian supervised Yuzao Haomei in the activity classroom to finish four test papers.

She was very cooperative, engrossed in the scam of "betting on the test," making it worth skipping work for Dubian.

Of course, it wasn't for Yuzao Haomei, but for his beloved Mr. Xiaoquan.

After bathing that evening, sitting at the low table in his rental, he started to read through the hardcover book Kiyono Lin had lent him.

The preface was written in a few English phrases that he first looked up in a dictionary, tried translating on his own, then checked the translation on his phone, comparing the two.

The rough meaning of the phrase:

"Wear a gold hat if that will move her;"

"If you can bounce high, bounce for her too;"

"Until she cries, 'Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!'"

"Is this saying: To impress a woman, no, to do anything, once you've sufficiently improved yourself, things will naturally become easier?"

Dubian nodded thoughtfully, feeling his knowledge expand, whether in attracting women or in accumulating English vocabulary.

"Just the preface of a book, at this rate, even without a system, I, Dubian, am bound to be great," he said proudly.

"You have a new email."