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Natsukawa Masaki raised her head, finally abandoning the gentle facade she had been wearing, and replacing it with a calm, rational, even indifferent expression: "Since I transferred here a month ago, I have received a total of 78 confessions, including 34 public confessions, more than 20 cheesy love letters, and even someone who blocked me at the school gate and forcibly confessed to me. All these experiences have overwhelmed me."
"So many?"
Hayakawa made a sarcastic remark without any expression, but the anger in his heart was rising rapidly.
These beasts who destroy the learning environment deserve divine punishment!
“I have a feeling that this experience is just the beginning, and it will only get worse, so I have to take action, otherwise my high school life will be ruined,”
Natsukawa Masuzu looked at Hayakawa and said, "That's why I chose you. Hayakawa-san, I hope you can pretend to date me, so I can deal with those boys."
Hayakawa, expressionless, asked, "Why choose me, the Emperor?"
"..."
Natsukawa Masuzu's eye twitched slightly, but she didn't say anything. After all, she had gotten used to it. During the time she was eavesdropping on the rooftop, she often heard Hayakawa refer to himself like that. From being puzzled at the beginning, she could now act as if nothing was wrong.
It's just chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), it's normal.
"Because of Hayakawa-san...only Hayakawa-san can make me believe,"
Natsukawa Masaki extended a finger and drew a circle in the air in front of Hayakawa's chest, her eyes seemingly teasing: "I believe you won't make this a reality."
Hayakawa: "..."
"I spent half a month carefully observing you,"
Natsukawa Masuzu covered her mouth and chuckled, "Judging from your interactions with your two students, your usual teaching style, and your behavior with your classmates, it's finally decided..."
"You are just like me."
"Natsukawa Masaki said seriously."
Hayakawa asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"Let's leave that aside for now, Hayakawa-kun,"
Natsukawa Masaki smiled slightly and said, "I'd like to ask you first, will you grant my request?"
"Of course not."
Hayakawa sneered and refused without even thinking.
Who is he? The invincible emperor. If this world is a chessboard, then he is the player who manipulates all living beings. No one can escape his control. If anyone dares to defy the heavens and offend the emperor, then he will overturn the chessboard, rebuild the land, and create a new world.
How could such a great being be subject to the control of a mere ant?
"Yes, that's the reason,"
Natsukawa Masuzu smiled and said, "Because you hate romance, just like me."
Hayakawa's expression was strange: "Just because of this?"
"Sigh...that's why it's hard to understand, but there's nothing we can do about it."
Natsukawa Masuzu sighed melancholically: "If you were like me, having been approached by people in all sorts of strange ways since childhood, you would also be just as eagerly anticipating someone who hates romance as I am."
Hayakawa: "..."
"Of course, the most important reason is that I have dirt on you,"
Natsukawa Masaki smiled and said, "I have the leverage to negotiate with you."
"What did you say?!"
Emperor Hayakawa was furious.
However, before Hayakawa could transform into a demon, Natsukawa Masuzu took out her phone, opened the photo album, and showed it to Hayakawa, saying in a sweet voice, "Look, look, these are videos of you on the rooftop. I recorded a lot of them, and the sound quality is very clear. I can only sleep peacefully if I listen to them every night."
"You actually recorded it?"
Hayakawa's expression tightened, and his brows furrowed.
He remembered what he had said on the rooftop. In short, he absolutely could not let anyone know, especially Furuhashi and Ogata. If they saw this video, the result would undoubtedly be disastrous, and his "Genius Fall Plan" would be completely shelved.
Damn, how did she even record this? Did she just hide in a corner and record the whole thing? Seriously, I didn't even notice, even though I almost always check the area around the rooftop to make sure no one's around.
Hayakawa was completely baffled.
"It's a mini camera."
Natsukawa Masuzu seemed to notice Hayakawa's confusion and explained with a light laugh, "I bought it specifically after that day."
Stalker? Couples do go up to the rooftop sometimes, what you did is a crime!
"..."
Hayakawa remained expressionless, but his body movements unconsciously began to move closer to the girl.
"So, what's the answer?"
Natsukawa Masaki, looking confident of victory, smiled and said, "Hayakawa..."
Before she could finish speaking, Hayakawa rushed forward, grabbed the phone, and, his face contorted with excitement, smashed it to the ground with a maniacal laugh.
"You want to control me? Dream on!"
Hayakawa raised his phone high, his face contorted with rage, ready to smash it to pieces.
This thing has already met its demise!
Natsukawa Masaki said, "There are backups on the home computer."
"..."
Hayakawa's hand froze in mid-air as if it had been paused, then slowly lowered itself. Hayakawa then looked at the phone carefully in front of her eyes and examined the photo album. Finding nothing that could be used to threaten anyone, she expressionlessly handed the phone back to Natsukawa Masuzu.
Natsukawa Masaki politely accepted it, saying, "Thank you."
Hayakawa: "Of course, of course."
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Chapter Sixty-One: Refusing to kneel before the Emperor is a path to death.
"How is it, Hayakawa-kun?"
A cool autumn breeze blew by, causing Natsukawa Masaki's pleated skirt to flutter high. She smiled at Hayakawa and said, "Can you grant my request and be my fake boyfriend?"
Hayakawa remained silent, glaring at Natsukawa Masuzu with a vicious look.
"Don't look at me like that, it scares me,"
Xia Chuan clutched his shoulder, looking quite hurt: "I'm not just threatening you; we can exchange benefits."
Hayakawa said, "Exchange?"
"Yes, an exchange,"
Natsukawa Masuzu smiled and said, "You've seen my monthly exam report card, right? What do you think of my grades, Hayakawa-kun?"
Hayakawa's pupils contracted sharply, and a bone-chilling coldness crept up his spine from his feet, instantly making his usually indifferent expression unnatural.
"You're not going to tell me? Fine, I'll tell you myself then."
Natsukawa Masaki said softly, "Although I'm a little embarrassed, I can say without boasting that my grades are pretty good. When I was abroad, I was among the top students in my grade. After returning to China, I gained an advantage in English, which is basically equivalent to getting a perfect score in one subject. So, even if I study both subjects at the same time, my average score in both arts and sciences can probably be maintained above 95. After all, I have the advantage in English, so there's nothing to be proud of."
Hayakawa remained silent, pretending to be calm as he looked at her.
"I also checked Hayakawa's grades, and they're pretty good. He consistently scores between 93 and 95 in each subject, and around 98 on easier questions, but that's about it."
Natsukawa Masami squinted and said, "Your scores in the monthly exams have been consistently like this, without much change. It seems like this is the highest you can achieve. It would be very difficult for you to improve even a little bit."
"all in all,"
Looking at the silent Hayakawa, Natsukawa Masuzu calmly said, "At least in the first semester of high school, you will definitely not be able to beat me."
In that instant, Hayakawa felt a surge of heat rush into his brain, turning his eyes blood red.
"Don't be angry yet, I haven't finished speaking,"
Natsukawa Masuzu looked at Hayakawa, her voice somewhat muffled in the wind: "I heard what you said on the rooftop. Although I don't know why, you seem to have a special obsession with getting first place. I think that's why you became the teacher of those two students, Furuhashi and Ogata."
"I think you probably want to learn something from those two firsts, but I'm not entirely sure,"
Natsukawa Masuzu guessed, "But do you know their grades?"
Hayakawa remained silent.
"I don't know about before high school, but since starting high school, in every major and minor exam, except for one time when I lost one point on an essay..."
"Fumino Furuhashi and Rizu Ogata have never scored anything less than a perfect score."
"Natsukawa Masaki said softly, her voice somewhat muffled in the wind."
Hayakawa closed his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, and remained expressionless.
"One has an average score of around 93, and the other has an average score of 100. It sounds like there's only a slight difference, but in reality, it's a world of difference. They can get 100 points because the maximum score is 100,"
Natsukawa Masuzu said, "For them, getting first place is a given. They only need to bring a pen to the exam room to achieve it. But Hayakawa is second in the grade... oh, now she's third in the grade. There are many people chasing behind her, and she's in a precarious position, so she needs to work incredibly hard to reach that position."
"That's the difference in talent, the difference between a genius and an ordinary person,"
Natsukawa Masuzu revealed the harsh truth: "You may have gone to teach those two, hoping to learn something from them, but I can guess that you probably won't learn anything. After all, they simply don't understand why you don't understand those things. After all, there's no way for geniuses and ordinary people to communicate; they can see the answer at a glance."
“I can assure you, as long as they’re still in this school, you’ll never be number one in your grade.”
Natsukawa Masaki delivered her verdict: "In fact, you probably can't even pass the exam as well as I can."
"..."
A hint of melancholy appeared in Hayakawa's eyes, and his expression turned somber.
He was actually very sad when he saw his monthly exam results.
He also had fantasies, thinking that although he was not smart and had no talent, as long as he worked hard, he would definitely have a chance to redeem himself and surpass those two people.
However, the distance between the three did not shrink despite their efforts; in fact, there was one more person between them.
Perhaps I had some idea of what was going on, which is why I agreed to teach them, because I had a vague understanding that it was almost impossible to surpass those two through normal learning.
Only by using their own despicable means can they have a chance to win.
Hayakawa was lost in thought. He remembered how those two girls used to sit beside him, staring at their books with a troubled expression when he taught them.
They are so much smarter than me. Just studying with them is a blow to my self-esteem because they always unintentionally show their talents. For example, when talking to Ogata, she always inadvertently shows her sensitivity to numbers. And when talking to Furuhashi, her literary talent is naturally revealed in just a few words.
Like a mirror, the two of them clearly reflected the mediocre Hayakawa.
For Hayakawa, studying with them was torture.
That's why he reacted so strongly when he suspected that Gu Qiao had brought the literature books. He couldn't bear to see them learn anything of his own, as it greatly affected his Daoist heart.
Therefore, he really hates geniuses.
"I understand you, Hayakawa-san,"
Natsukawa Masuzu revealed a gentle expression and said, "There are very few people like Furuhashi-san and Ogata-san. If it weren't for them, you would definitely be able to dominate Ichinose School. It's a pity that they appeared. It's not your fault, it's just your misfortune."
"So how about being my fake boyfriend?"
Natsukawa Masaki reached out and touched her chest, saying, "I'm not a genius, but I can teach you, especially English. I'm a perfect score there."
Hayakawa remained silent.
Seeing that Hayakawa remained unmoved, Natsukawa Masuzu said, "Besides, if I'm in a relationship, I definitely won't have time to study, and I certainly won't be able to maintain my current grades..."
The girl had one hand twirling around the end of her hair, looking at Hayakawa with a meaningful tone.
"What are you..."