Chapter 89: Senpai Will Be Watching You Closely~
The two people on his left and right seemed to have been focusing on his side the entire time. There were also a few people in front.
The looks they were giving her didn't seem particularly friendly.
'Interesting.'
"Um, Senpai, there aren't any extra chairs here, so where am I supposed to sit?"
Katsuragi Keima asked while continuing to play his game.
"Where to sit? Aren't all these seats right here?"
A smile played on Kiryuin Fuuka's face as she stared intently at Katsuragi Keima—
The latter, however, had his head down at that moment, his gaze focused entirely on his handheld console.
This only made Kiryuin Fuuka increasingly interested in him.
Normally, when people met her—whether it was Nagumo Miyabi or anyone else—their attention would be captured by her.
While Kiryuin Fuuka was indeed beautiful, she was well aware that those around her weren't just drawn to her looks.
It was more that her unique behavior forced them to acknowledge her presence.
Without a doubt, wherever Kiryuin Fuuka appeared, she became the center of attention.
Yet the boy in front of her currently had his attention entirely on his game machine.
Katsuragi Keima was indifferent to Kiryuin Fuuka's words; he didn't care if he played games standing up or sitting down.
As long as he could play his games, nothing else mattered.
However, in the ears of Sakura Airi nearby, Kiryuin Fuuka's words took on a completely different meaning.
'Why is this Senpai taking Keima-kun's seat!
Judging from what she said just now, it seems she... likes Keima-kun unilaterally!'
To Sakura Airi's ears, Kiryuin Fuuka saying she was "curious" about Katsuragi Keima was no different from a confession.
And she just told Keima-kun that there were seats everywhere...
'Everywhere...'
Airi's brain worked at high speed as she involuntarily recalled certain scenes from the dating guides she had read—
Scenes where one partner would offer their knees as a pillow or a chair for the other.
'Could it be...
This Senpai wants...
Keima-kun to sit on her lap!
No, no, no, no!'
"Katsuragi—"
At that moment, Kiryuin Fuuka wanted to strike up a conversation with Keima again, but a panicked yet urgent voice rang out beside them.
"You can't!"
Sakura Airi spoke out excitedly.
Airi's desperate "You can't!" wasn't exceptionally loud, but in the relatively quiet pre-class classroom, it was strikingly clear, instantly drawing many gazes from around the room.
She immediately realized her blunder, and her entire face turned beet-red in a "whoosh," looking like a boiled prawn. She lunged forward to lower her head, nearly burying it in her desk drawer, muttering incoherently under her breath:
"The seat..."
"The seat..."
"Oh? What's wrong with the seat?"
Kiryuin Fuuka looked at Sakura Airi with great interest, seemingly very amused by the girl's reaction.
"..."
Airi suddenly became very nervous, not daring to look Kiryuin Fuuka in the eye.
The latter was an incredibly assertive girl, exactly the type Sakura Airi found hardest to deal with.
However, at the thought of how she had practically declared war on Kushida Kikyo yesterday, Airi decided she absolutely could not back down now!
'I have to...
I have to show her something!'
"C-C-Classmate... Keima-kun won't have a seat then!"
"A seat? There are seats all around here. Can't he just bring over another chair?"
Kiryuin Fuuka said with a smile.
"There are... there are no extra chairs..."
Airi's voice grew smaller and smaller, but suddenly, she seemed to think of something—
"Keima-kun, I... you can share half of my chair..."
This last sentence was spoken so softly that Airi could barely hear it herself.
'Sitting on the same chair as Keima-kun?'
At that thought, Airi felt her brain temperature skyrocket. It was about to overload; she felt like she might faint right onto her desk.
"What a strange reaction. But, interesting," Kiryuin Fuuka said with a laugh.
Meanwhile, Katsuragi Keima lifted his eyelids from the game screen, glanced at Sakura Airi—who looked like she wanted to vanish into thin air—and then at Kiryuin Fuuka, whose smile had grown wider.
He spoke calmly:
"It really won't work."
Airi's body stiffened, and her heart nearly stopped—'Keima-kun also thinks it won't work!
'He definitely understands the implication!
Is Keima-kun speaking up for me?'
However, Katsuragi Keima's next sentence was:
"My wrists get sore after playing standing up for too long. It affects my input precision."
This was indeed one of the reasons Keima spoke up.
But more importantly—
Keima believed that if he didn't take a stand against her now, the affection levels of the others around him might drop slightly.
Kiryuin Fuuka let out a "pfft" and burst into laughter, a crisp sound filled with undisguised delight.
She looked with interest at the crimson-faced Sakura Airi, then at the dead-serious Katsuragi Keima who was contemplating gaming issues, finding this scene even more amusing than she had anticipated.
"I see. So your wrists get sore? That's really the reason?"
She nodded solemnly, as if considering a major problem.
"Well, that is indeed an issue."
As she spoke, her gaze swept toward the seat next to Keima—Sakura Airi's spot.
Airi immediately reacted like a small animal protecting its young, subconsciously using her arms to loosely circle the edge of her desk, even though the gesture looked a bit nonsensical to onlookers.
The amusement in Kiryuin Fuuka's eyes deepened, but she didn't actually move to take Airi's seat. Instead, she leaned casually against the edge of the desk in front of Keima's.
"Then I'll just rest here for a bit."
She adjusted herself into a comfortable posture, her gaze falling back onto Katsuragi Keima.
"Keep playing. Don't mind me."
Upon hearing this, Katsuragi Keima really did lower his head and refocus his attention on the handheld screen. His fingers began to move nimbly again, as if having a second-year Senpai leaning next to him was the most ordinary thing in the world.
Now, not only was Sakura Airi stunned, but even Karuizawa Kei, Horikita Suzune, and others who were quietly watching were somewhat speechless.
Horikita Suzune's brow furrowed even tighter. She found Kiryuin Fuuka's behavior utterly incomprehensible, and Keima's reaction was... indescribable.
'Does this guy really ignore everything else just to play games?'
But at least Katsuragi Keima hadn't let that inexplicable person continue to occupy his seat.
She decided that "out of sight, out of mind" was best and forcefully flipped a page of her book.
On the other side, Karuizawa Kei felt both annoyed and amused.
This situation was completely outside her realm of understanding.
To begin with, never mind other classes, why was a Senpai even here?
Even a social butterfly like Kushida Kikyo probably hadn't had much contact with upperclassmen yet.
Sakura Airi watched as Kiryuin Fuuka truly stayed leaned there, looking like she was settling in for "long-term observation." Seeing Keima completely unbothered, Airi felt both anxious and helpless. She could only steal glances every now and then, her face still flushed.
'...If this person brings more trouble to Keima-kun...
I have to stop her!'
Although Airi didn't know what the other girl might do or what she herself was capable of, she made this vow in her heart.
The other students in the class couldn't help but whisper. The center of the conversation was naturally this idiosyncratic second-year Senpai and the impossibly calm Katsuragi Keima.
"Hey, what does that Senpai actually want?"
"Who knows... but that Katsuragi guy is way too calm, right?"
"He only has games in his eyes..."
"But that Senpai is seriously beautiful..."
"Shh, lower your voice. Chabashira-sensei is almost here..."
One of the subjects of the gossip, Kiryuin Fuuka, seemed completely immersed in the fun.
She watched Keima's fingers fly over the buttons, watched the dazzling movements of the characters on the screen, and watched his focused profile, which was completely insulated from outside interference.
"What are you playing?"
She suddenly asked, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
Kiryuin Fuuka could feel that the Katsuragi Keima who was playing games was practically a different person from his usual self.
Right now, he was incredibly serious.
""Song of Youthful Love: The Story of Me and Senpai"."
Katsuragi Keima answered without looking up, his fingers never stopping.
"That really is a strange name."
Kiryuin Fuuka raised an eyebrow.
"I have already reached the perfect ending with three of the Senpais. There are two left."
Katsuragi Keima's tone was flat, as if he were stating a perfectly ordinary fact.
""Song of Youthful Love: The Story of Me and Senpai"?"
Kiryuin Fuuka repeated the game's title, her tone carrying obvious confusion and a trace of an odd smile.
She didn't play games; her knowledge of titles like this was limited to occasional glances at advertisements or snippets she heard from others.
"It sounds... not like a very proper game."
Katsuragi Keima, however, seemed to miss the teasing in Kiryuin Fuuka's voice entirely. He remained focused on the screen, fingers moving, as he explained in a steady tone:
"This is a school-setting simulation romance visual novel. By building bonds with five Senpais of different personalities and solving the dilemmas or psychological hang-ups they face, one reaches mutual understanding and emotional sublimation. The plot branches are rigorous, character development is rich, and the music and art are above average..."
This dead-serious introduction, delivered like a game review and paired with his expressionless face, had an exceptionally strange effect.
Kiryuin Fuuka blanked for a moment, then burst into giggles, her body shaking with laughter.
"I see... sounds quite complicated."
She leaned in a bit closer out of interest, trying to see the small handheld screen clearly.
"So, what step are you at... right now?"
"Sublimating emotions."
On the screen, an exquisitely drawn brown-haired Senpai was blushing as she looked at the "player" outside the screen, with ambiguous dialogue in the text box.
Katsuragi Keima happened to press the select button, and a tiny heart representing an affection increase floated above the character's head.
"I am currently raising Uehara-senpai's affection. The current goal is to reach 80 points before the Cultural Festival event to unlock the hidden heart-to-heart option, thereby solving her problems at school."
Katsuragi Keima spoke as he operated the device, as if reporting work progress.
"What problems?"
"Uehara-senpai is not good at making friends. Her behavioral style is extremely unique, and she is isolated by other students, which has made her develop low self-esteem."
"And how do you plan to solve it?"
"By letting Uehara-senpai remain herself."
"Oh?"
"She hasn't done anything wrong from start to finish. It is incorrect for her to suffer strange looks just because she is different from others. What I must do is ensure that Senpai stays true to herself."
Katsuragi Keima stared at the screen, his expression incredibly serious.
Kiryuin Fuuka looked at the boy before her.
She could sense that Katsuragi Keima's words were very sincere.
In fact, he seemed more passionate when discussing game-related content than when dealing with her.
This was getting more interesting.
At that moment, the final bell for morning classes finally rang.
Chabashira Sae appeared at the door, her gaze sweeping the classroom as usual.
These past few days had been somewhat irritating for Chabashira Sae.
Yesterday was the first time in her life she had seen someone playing a game console directly in the classroom.
It was too much.
What's more, she truly had no way to discipline him.
But fortunately, Katsuragi Keima had moved the console away yesterday.
He should probably be a bit more restrained today.
While thinking this, Chabashira Sae's gaze focused on Kiryuin Fuuka.
'Who is this???'
Chabashira Sae's brain worked quickly, immediately recalling the student's information.
Among the second-years, there was one idiosyncratic girl who gave even the second-year teachers an incredible headache.
Although she was only responsible for the first-year curriculum, Chabashira Sae had a certain level of understanding regarding this student.
Kiryuin Fuuka.
The troublemaker of the second year.
But it was undeniable that Kiryuin Fuuka was the person with the strongest overall ability in the entire second year, whether in terms of academic ability or athletic ability.
Even figures like Horikita Manabu and Nagumo Miyabi would likely be slightly inferior in a comprehensive comparison.
'Why is she here?
It must be related to Katsuragi Keima again!'
"Kiryuin-san."
Chabashira Sae spoke, restraining her tone.
"Why are you still here?"
"I wanted to be here, so here I am," Kiryuin Fuuka said with a smile.
"There is no school regulation stating that as a second-year, I cannot come to a first-year classroom."
"There is indeed no such regulation."
"So please, Sensei, don't mind me. Go ahead with your class."
Kiryuin Fuuka's gaze moved to Katsuragi Keima—
"Just treat me... as an auditing student."
Chabashira Sae pursed her lips with some helplessness. She had no choice but to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to her, beginning today's lesson.
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COTE: I've become a substitute
Mikage Touji transmigrated in the world of Classroom of the Elite with no explanation and entered the class 1-A, well at least he as a cool power even if a bit weak for now.
Until Ayanokouji Atsuomi asked him: "Is this you?" referring to a photo of Kyotaka.
"How could I possibly be that gloomy guy in there?!"
"Drop these useless excuses, Kiyotaka. Did you think that by changing your name and getting plastic surgery, you could escape my control?
Your enrollment materials are completely fabricated; not a single person can prove you ever existed. Furthermore, the timing of your appearance completely coincides with the time and place of Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's disappearance. And you're still saying you aren't Ayanokouji Kiyotaka?"
"Pfft..." It turns out that when people are truly speechless, they really do laugh.
"If you're looking to cause trouble, take a left out the door and find a police station. And another thing..." Mikage Toji helplessly spread his hands. "The one you are looking for is Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. What does that have to do with me, Mikage Toji?"
[Harem - No Ayanokouji - Sakayanagi Arisu in class D.
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