Maggie from Phoenix Academy didn't even realize that she no longer denied the fact that Ayaka Ayatsuki was Aozawa's girlfriend, but felt discontented about the so-called major and minor status differences.

Ayaka scratched her head and grinned sheepishly, "It's nothing, just kidding."

Then she turned to Aozawa and said, "Let me know when you're done writing, bye."

She quickly ran back to her original spot.

Ugh, I still can't assert the aura of second-in-command, I got too carried away, I'm really sorry!

Ayaka whimpered in her heart, almost fleeing back to her seat, her heart still pounding.

The meek and humble nature of Hojo Shouko made her have some other thoughts.

If the young lady could also respectfully call her Sister Iroha like Hojo Shouko does.

That would be such a beautiful thing.

Unfortunately, just looking at Maggie from Phoenix Academy, she will only dream about it at night.

"You're too weak."

Takahashi Saeko criticized her for running away, "At times like this, you should continue to hold your ground, not run back."

"Saeko, it's easy for you to say, but I'm the one facing that murderous glare!"

Ayaka mumbled, sneaking a glance at Maggie sitting in her seat.

She quickly returned the glare.

Scaring Ayaka into quickly turning her head, changing the subject, "Saeko, when Aozawa needs to find out who sent the anonymous love letter later, it's up to you to activate your intel network."

"No problem, since you asked me for help, of course I'll help you."

Takahashi Saeko replied with a smile.

Ayaka chuckled.

In the classroom, though students seem nonchalant, their private group chats have exploded!

They are betting on Maggie from Phoenix Academy or Ayaka, opening a pool to gamble on who will end up with Aozawa.

Their limited imagination makes them think that choosing one of the two is already a life win.

Choosing both is unthinkable.

...

The morning classes ended, and the cool autumn breeze brushed against his cheeks.

Aozawa walked down the familiar path, bypassed the club building, and came to the side.

The warm sunlight bathed the guzheng club's window, as if a faint stream of light was flowing along the window frame.

Brittle laughter came from inside.

"Shouko, slow down, just like that, slowly turn."

Aozawa walked to the window, took a look inside, the silver chains of the Heavenly Lock turned into a chair, the Golden Wedge as the backrest for Natsuka Yanagimachi to lean against.

The Heavenly Lock rose and fell, then circled around the club room like a carousel.

Natsuka Yanagimachi loved this feeling.

Her legs wrapped in black stockings gently kicked in the air.

Because she was inside the club room, she wasn't wearing shoes.

The contour of her feet was clearly outlined, yet under the cover of the black stockings, it still had a veiled beauty.

"Good afternoon, Aozawa-senpai~"

Natsuka Yanagimachi waved, her eyebrows dancing with excitement, "Hehe, this carousel was specially made for me by Shouko, I won't let you ride it."

Aozawa's expression was indifferent, then he turned to Hojo Shouko and asked, "What's today's bento?"

"Eel grilled bento, paired with greens."

Hojo Shouko replied softly.

Her short black hair was neatly combed, the school uniform she wore exuded youthful vitality.

Especially her chest, which displayed vigorous vitality.

She stepped forward with the bento.

When Aozawa took the bento, he held Hojo Shouko's soft little hand, right in front of Natsuka Yanagimachi, and leaned in.

The light lip color was like jelly.

The taste was exquisite.

Hojo Shouko's almond eyes slightly widened, then showed a serene acceptance of his affection.

She awkwardly responded to Aozawa's passion.

Witnessing this scene, Natsuka Yanagimachi felt the critical hit of love hitting a single person.

It was coming from her friend and senior.

The smile on her face faded, feeling that her happy self sitting above was like a clown with a red nose.

Aozawa and Hojo Shouko separated, looking affectionately into each other's eyes: "Shouko, thank you for making lunch for me every day."

A beautiful blush like the autumn sunset appeared on Hojo Shouko's cheeks, her large almond eyes misty, she whispered: "Aozawa-senpai, I'm glad you like it."

"As long as it's a bento made by you, I like anything."

Aozawa stroked her cheek, causing Natsuka Yanagimachi sitting above to rub her arms, wishing to shout, eat poop!

But she didn't shout such unladylike words, grumpily said: "Stop it, don't act out those cheesy romantic scenes."

I'm really going to throw up!"

Aozawa said leisurely: "You can find someone too and show some affection."

Mentioning this, Natsuka Yanagimachi felt a fit of chest tightness.

Is it because she doesn't want to find someone?

No, it's because she can't find anyone!

If there were a suitable target, she would not be sitting here feeling jealous, she'd have already enjoyed her chicken dinner.

Natsuka Yanagimachi, feeling the desolation, tilted her head back and said: "Heaven, please bestow upon me a muscular senior!"

She was just speaking casually, not expecting a black hole to suddenly appear on the ceiling.

Then a handsome blonde man fell from it, fully clad in armor and wielding a medieval sword, looking like a fairy tale prince.

Natsuka Yanagimachi was stunned, having only casually vented her complaints, and heaven had actually responded.

Before she could excitedly step forward to talk.

The prince-like man's figure suddenly distorted, turning into a sentence before her eyes.

Wake up, stop dreaming.

Looking at the clear Chinese characters, then glancing outside at Aozawa, she understood that he had used the Noble Phantasm of will-o'-the-wisp to create an illusion for her.

"Aozawa-senpai, you're too much!"

Her face showed an angry expression, almost biting her silver teeth.

Aozawa didn't expect her reaction to be so intense, hurriedly waved and said: "Sorry, I was just joking."

"Why did you only create one illusion for a joke?

If they're all illusions, give me a dozen different styles of handsome men!"

Natsuka Yanagimachi expressed the real reason for her anger.

If there's going to be an illusion, why just create a single one, doesn't that show her ambition is too small?

"And I don't need those bothersome clothes, have them all naked! All at least eighteen centimeters!"

She boldly voiced her demands.

Hojo Shouko softly said: "Aozawa-senpai, you don't need to mind her words."

"Hey, I'm quite serious about my requests."

Natsuka Yanagimachi loudly protested there.

Aozawa shook his head.

Some people seek the will-o'-the-wisp to ascend to the heavens, some only wish to indulge in fantasies.

Similar requests were also made by members of the Kendo club, wanting famous adult film actresses or anime female characters to appear before them.

Aozawa refused all such requests.

If you want excitement, watch a movie.

What is using the will-o'-the-wisp for excitement even supposed to be?

He left with the bento, ignoring Natsuka Yanagimachi's voice pleading behind him, "Wait, not that many is fine, five, three, one!"

Natsuka Yanagimachi lowered her demands to the minimum, yet couldn't get Aozawa to turn back even once, only waved rejection.

She had to retract her gaze, looking dejectedly at Shouko, saying: "You've satisfied your hunger, not considering how desperate I am as a single person."

Sigh, I've never seen a man's body with my own eyes."

"Summer Flower, I haven't done anything of that sort with Aozawa-senpai either."

Hojo Shouko blushed as she explained, feeling that Natsuka Yanagimachi's curiosity about the opposite sex made her more daring on such topics.

Natsuka Yanagimachi was instantly intrigued, curiously asked: "Really? With your killer body and the senior being strong and healthy."

Oh, did you reject him?"

"No, Aozawa-senpai never brought it up."

"Oh, it's just that you secretly want it, but are too shy to admit."

Hojo Shouko's face turned even redder, as if it could be squeezed to produce water, "Summer Flower, don't say that."

"I get it, the senior probably sees you as too honest, hence hasn't made a move, you should appropriately express what you want."

Natsuka Yanagimachi thought for a moment, suggesting: "I'll lock you and Aozawa-senpai in the sports warehouse, say you can't get out, he'll understand your hint."

Hehe~ water flooding the golden mountain~"