October 26th, Thursday.

The morning wind showcased the chill of autumn, making those who wanted to look cool automatically add another layer of clothing.

The siblings left home together.

But the distance between them quickly widened.

Tetsuji was entirely focused on meeting Yoshikawa Sayuri at school, with no intention of walking side by side with his sister.

This was a habit he had developed over many years.

Before he became a Treasure User, Tetsuji maintained a rebellious status, attracting numerous discontented people who came to fight him every day. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

To avoid involving Hojo Shouko, the siblings hadn't been going to school together for a long time.

Hojo Shouko watched as her brother's figure disappeared from view, her pace steady as ever.

She was pondering the words Ayatsuki-senpai said last night.

Said her skills were still immature.

Not sufficient to compete alongside Ayatsuki-senpai.

But she had no intentions of competing for anything, just hoped the two of them could serve Aozawa-senpai together, to satisfy his formidable stamina.

Why did Ayatsuki-senpai think such behavior would harm her?

Hojo Shouko frowned slightly, unable to figure out the logic behind it.

Based on her experience and the scenes in her mind from yesterday, no matter how she thought, she couldn't imagine herself getting hurt.

Could it be that the involvement of three people is significantly different from two?

Hojo Shouko was bewildered.

Logically, just adding one more person to the bed shouldn't intensify things to the point of injuring another seriously.

Yet Hojo Shouko didn't think Ayatsuki-senpai was just brushing her off.

Perhaps there was something she couldn't understand.

She arrived at the school.

Recently, students seemed unable to adapt to the fact that several Treasure Users were hidden in the school.

Every time she passed by, she received many gazes of attention.

More than before.

Previously, only the boys pretended to sweep their eyes over her, now it's both genders.

Whenever she appeared, the students' gazes fell onto her like apples drawn by gravity.

The identity as a Treasure User is even more attractive than that of celebrities, while being so close to students.

It's heard that some want to upload stories about Treasure Users at Brilliant high school, but those posts or short videos were all held up by platforms, unable to pass review.

She heard these from Natsuka Yanagimachi.

Natsuka Yanagimachi, like her, doesn't have too enthusiastic social interactions with strangers.

But unlike her, Natsuka Yanagimachi loves eavesdropping on others.

A group of students chatting over there.

Natsuka Yanagimachi always found ways to eavesdrop until she knew what they were talking about, then she'd leave with a satisfied smile.

This habit of eavesdropping wasn't good.

Hojo Shouko mentioned it several times, but didn't see Natsuka Yanagimachi change, thus gave up talking about it.

After all, Natsuka Yanagimachi wouldn't share what she overheard with others, only with her.

If she doesn't tell, it's almost like Natsuka Yanagimachi hasn't shared the gossip she overheard.

Hojo Shouko headed to the club building, arriving at the Guzheng Club entrance, opened the door.

The windows in the activity room were not closed, autumn wind blew in.

The black-haired girl stood there, back facing her, strands of hair fluttering in the wind, just by the silhouette, her slender figure was apparent.

"You're here."

Natsuka Yanagimachi's voice carried a bit of solitude, deep like a martial arts master facing a fated opponent atop a mountain peak.

Hojo Shouko closed the door, took off her shoes, placed them on the shoe rack, stepping on the cool tatami said, "I'm here."

"You shouldn't have come."

Natsuka Yanagimachi looked up, seeming to admire the osmanthus trees planted outside through the window frame.

Hojo Shouko was unsure what nonsense she was spouting, carefully after thinking, replied, "Should I leave?"

"No!"

Natsuka Yanagimachi turned around, angrily said, "At this time, you should say I'm already here."

"Sorry, Summer Flower, I don't quite understand that."

Hojo Shouko sincerely apologized.

Her willingness to patiently accompany Natsuka Yanagimachi's antics was the key to their friendship.

"Forget it."

Natsuka Yanagimachi waved her hand, stopped imitating martial arts masters, and instead excitedly said, "I restrained myself all night not to message you.

Just wanted you to tell me the details face to face.

Hehe, is Aozawa-senpai strong?"

At the end of the sentence, Natsuka Yanagimachi's breathing became rapid, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and her eyes seemed lit up brightly.

She was already eager to hear Hojo Shouko's transformation into adulthood experience.

More thrilling than watching movies or reading comics.

This was firsthand from the involved person.

...

Inside the Guzheng Club, the atmosphere turned pink, appearing to be bubbling.

Natsuka Yanagimachi sat kneeling on the tatami, posture correct, with the thirst for knowledge of a humble student asking a teacher.

Those bright eyes made Hojo Shouko swallow her words of refusal quietly.

She put down her bag, also knelt facing Natsuka Yanagimachi.

Starting to recall yesterday's events.

Her fair cheeks seemed drunk, adorned with a captivating blush.

"So, here's how it went..."

Hojo Shouko slowly recounted the events between her and Aozawa, the times, the places, meticulously.

Their relationship was intimate enough to entrust their lives to each other, naturally no problem discussing this topic.

"Wow!"

Natsuka Yanagimachi was amazed, previously thinking the exaggerations in comics and movies.

It turned out Aozawa's performance directly renewed her understanding.