My wife name is Erina Nakiri-Chapter 63 - 12: God’s Tongue, Save Me!

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In the director’s office at Private Hachiko Academy, Mari Kurihara spoke with cold indifference, "If you are unwilling to sign this confession and punishment agreement, then I ask that you all withdraw from school immediately." In her hand, she held two documents.

One was a confession and punishment agreement. Signing this meant obligatorily cleaning the school for a month and serving a month in the "campus prison." During this period, except for classes and holidays, they would have to stay inside. If they committed further mistakes, the term of their punishment would be extended.

The other option was to withdraw from school immediately, with no punishment served.

Gakuto’s face paled slightly. Had his wonderful school life already ended before it even began? How could this be? Although the students were apprehended mid-attempt during their peeping, their actions, even if unsuccessful, violated school rules. Mari Kurihara had wanted to expel these boys directly. However, her father, the school’s director, had not agreed, believing her approach was too extreme and that these young men should be given a chance to reform.

Are all men like this? Mari Kurihara felt a deep-seated disgust for men. In her memory, after her mother passed away in middle school, her father would spend all day looking at erotic magazines, showing "disgusting" smiles at the pictures, and even calling it "appreciation." Truly shameless! A good man should only love one person his entire life. Since he married her mother, he should have kept his original intentions. What was the difference between looking at erotic magazines and "cheating"?

Having attended an all-girls school since childhood, Mari Kurihara had little contact with boys and had a vague, self-formed judgment about relationships. The countless male students from other schools who were only thinking about romance, along with her father who she didn’t know what he thought about every day, left Mari Kurihara with no good impression of men. This time, with irrefutable evidence of the boys collectively peeking into the girls’ bathhouse, some still tried to argue, further worsening Mari Kurihara’s impression of males.

Kiyoshi Fujino said with a bitter face, "I don’t want to repeat a year of school. I agree to the punishment." He stepped forward to sign. The herd mentality led the other accomplices to sign their names as well.

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From somewhere, several sets of prison uniforms were tossed out by Meiko Shiraki, the vice president of the student council. The boys who had violated school rules gazed at her.

What kind of monster is this? A figure with absolutely no regard for logic. Coupled with her black-rimmed glasses and slightly unbuttoned collar, it involuntarily drew one’s eyes deeper, seeking the most primal meaning of humanity.

"Snap." Meiko Shiraki emotionlessly struck them with a slender pointer stick.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" These people finally woke up from their dream world.

"Isn’t it going too far to hit us like this?!" Kiyoshi Fujino couldn’t help but exclaim.

"When you chose to peek, didn’t you think what you were doing was too much?" Mari Kurihara said with a cold sneer. "But don’t worry, our lessons are only superficial; they won’t be too severe."

"However, what you should find most unbearable is that your exchange student roommate is living a carefree youth in this paradise-like place, while you can only watch miserably."

"Regarding this, I feel deeply satisfied," Mari Kurihara said with great pleasure.

Damn it! A broken Kiyoshi Fujino heavily pounded the ground. If only he hadn’t been swayed by that Gakuto to go peek at girls bathing. In this environment, a boy who couldn’t get a girlfriend was truly useless! He imagined their exchange student roommate, Renz, comfortably chatting with girls at school in the future, and their hearts ached as if they had eaten an unpeeled pineapple. It was sour, astringent, and made their teeth ache.

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In the director’s office, outside the clearly opposing factions, the female side was practically an unchallenged massacre. Meanwhile, outside the director’s office, Renz had already received the transfer from Erina. This money was enough for him to rent a restaurant storefront.

Once he had the storefront, he could slowly refine his knife skills through this restaurant. His experience and techniques in preparing dishes and ingredients were already at their peak; what he lacked was proficiency in using and controlling certain cooking tools. These things wouldn’t affect the taste of the dish but would definitely impact the speed at which it was made. Renz also understood one issue: the start of a restaurant depended on its reputation. With a storefront but no reputation, and no stable source of customers, the income wouldn’t be much.

However, Renz had a quick way to get started: asking Erina to review his cooking. With Erina’s God’s Tongue to review his dishes and give a good evaluation, his local popularity would instantly skyrocket, and with a source of diners, his opportunities to earn money would greatly increase. However, cooking itself wouldn’t earn a lot of money. It could solve some immediate financial needs in the short term, but to truly earn more, opening a business as a boss was more direct.

Renz was doing this merely to earn some starting capital during his student life. As for the stock market... Renz also wanted to dabble in such lucrative things, but the problem was he wasn’t sure how accurate his future knowledge in that area would be. If there was a butterfly effect that caused what should rise to fall, or what shouldn’t rise to rise randomly, Renz didn’t want to gamble on such uncertainties.

On LINE, Erina sent him an address. It was the house she had rented for Renz.

"I’ll try to move out of Totsuki as soon as possible," Erina also wrote on LINE. "But there are some things we can’t do yet."

"At least wait three years. I remember Rina’s birth time. We’ll start a year before that." The amount of information was overwhelming. Although it was all hinted, it made Renz’s heart flutter. The meaning was already very clear: Erina was trying to move out of Totsuki Academy to live together. As for "those things," Renz was quite open-minded. Having lived together for so long, Renz could quickly sense Erina’s subtle thoughts. Erina might not say it, but in her heart, she deeply doted on her children. Rina, Haruki, Mira, Shinichi. No matter which one, Erina didn’t want to change the future.

Renz also understood that if things continued as planned, the events of the future would repeat here, and Rina and Haruki would return exactly as they were. No rush. Living together for a few years first, finally having a chance to be together without the pressure of work, Renz cherished it. His only worry was if Erina decided to move out, and her secretary, Hisako, didn’t trust her and moved in with them. Then, he, the "Asian Number One Sharpshooter," would be "dethroned" on the spot.

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