Everyone had a curious look on their faces.

"President, are you a Treasure User?" "Probably, I think the armored Treasure User who appeared at that time looked a lot like you."

"That's right, and that odd aesthetic style of liking golden dragons also fits the President's personality well."

"What's an odd aesthetic style? Golden dragons are naturally majestic, alright."

Aozawa retorted, then raised his hand to knock on their heads, saying, "Everyone run ten laps around the school for me."

"So it really was you, President. Could you demonstrate your Will-o'-the-wisp for us?"

They crowded together, faces full of excitement.

Aozawa said with a sigh, "Alright, don't be so eager. Now it's increased to thirteen laps, ask again and it'll increase more.

If you want to see the ability of Will-o'-the-wisp, wait until Kendo club practice is over."

"Okay."

Upon hearing this, they collectively fell silent, for the first time filled with enthusiasm for practice, wishing it could be over in a second.

Aozawa didn't stay around here either, he ran outside along with them.

In the morning campus, the days he ran at the front shouting slogans, it felt like it had been a while since he did it.

Even though it was just last week, why did it feel like several months had passed?

This question flashed through Aozawa's mind as the subtle sense of discord in his heart gradually faded away while he ran lap after lap.

...

After finishing the Kendo club practice, he returned to the school building, opened his shoe locker, and found it stuffed with love letters just like in an anime.

Many love letters poured out and fell on his feet.

In all these years crossing worlds, it was his first time experiencing such a main character treatment.

Aozawa inwardly complained, but didn't throw away the love letters; instead, he was very curious about their contents.

He stuffed the love letters one by one into his bag until it became bulky.

Aozawa took off his shoes, changed into indoor shoes, and walked towards the classroom.

Along the way, he also noticed some students casting glances his way.

But since they were not familiar, they couldn't, like the Kendo club members, gather around him to ask the questions on their minds.

The classroom of Year 2 Class C was different; since everyone was classmates, it was easier to ask certain things.

As soon as he entered, he noticed the classroom divided into several groups.

The largest group was naturally around Ayatsuki Ayaka's seat.

Surrounded directly by the girls, she was not visible, only her lively voice could be heard emanating from the group, occasionally eliciting the girls' exclamations around her.

Indicating she was very good at boasting.

Then there was the class representative Arakawa Reina and the young lady Phoenix Academy Maggie.

To be precise, everyone around Phoenix Academy Maggie was related to Nomura True Wave and Yoshikawa Sayuri.

Due to the relationship with the two, Phoenix Academy Maggie couldn't possibly treat others coldly.

After all, they were merely curious about some things, not trying to use connections for anything.

Phoenix Academy Maggie wasn't that unapproachable in character, so she could only recount what happened in the different world.

There weren't many people around Hojo Tetsuji.

Aozawa walked over and glanced around, asking, "Did you receive any love letters?"

"Nope."

Hojo Tetsuji quickly answered.

Aozawa patted his bag and murmured, "That's strange, as soon as I opened my shoe locker, a ton of love letters fell out."

"Hey, be careful."

Hojo Tetsuji couldn't help but remind him, feeling there were already too many ships under Aozawa's feet.

If there were more, Shouko might feel neglected.

Concerning his sister's lifelong happiness, he had to remind Aozawa not to collect ships beyond what he could handle.

Aozawa shrugged, "Don't worry, I'm just curious about what they wrote, after all, there's still some time before class starts."

As he spoke, he pulled out a chair and sat down, tucking the bag into his desk drawer.

Having not been here for a while, the desk was still very clean, showing no signs of dust.

He didn't know who helped him clean it.

He planned to ask Nomura True Wave and the others later and make sure to express his thanks.

He opened his bag, but before he could take out an envelope, a hearty voice came from the side, "Long time no see, you two."

Aozawa looked up to see the tall figure of Peter before him.

With his big slicked-back golden hair, he looked as confident or one might say flamboyant as ever.

Though he was wearing the same school uniform as them, on him it somehow gave off a runway fashion show vibe. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"What do you want?"

Hojo Tetsuji said with a sneer, his tone as cold as ever.

It was this very constancy that filled Peter with confidence in his judgment.

These two were certainly not the kind who look down on people with dog eyes.

With a big smile, Peter walked over, pulled the chair from in front of Hojo Tetsuji and sat down. "Everyone else has already admitted, are you two also Treasure Users?

No wonder I thought you guys weren't ordinary at first glance.

So, any interest in conquering the world with me?"

"I refuse."

"Not interested."

Both answered one after the other.

Receiving such an answer, Peter wasn't too discouraged; he'd just mentioned it in passing.

If they had actually agreed, then he would've been surprised.

Peter asked with curiosity, "Details about the battles haven't been disclosed online yet, who did you fight in the different world?"

That was his true purpose in striking up the conversation.

As a self-admired guy, he didn't even dare approach the girls, fearing being seen as a pervert and getting kicked out.

"It's complicated to explain."

Hojo Tetsuji scratched his head, not interested in speaking, and turned to say, "Aozawa, you tell him."

"Alright, it's a long story."

Aozawa picked up the conversation and began to slightly embellish his adventures in the different world.

He knew well enough that his conversation partner wasn't here to hear facts, rather, he sought thrilling stories.

Peter pricked up his ears, rested his hands on his knees, assuming a student-like proper posture.