Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Tokyo Streets

Coming to the classroom, the sky outside had already dimmed slightly.

Before entering, Uesugi Sakura glanced at his watch.

18:09:25

He knocked on the door lightly, then directly pushed it open and entered the classroom.

In the classroom, apart from the four people he invited at noon, only Haneda Kimu was sitting at the lectern.

Leaning against the chair, dressed in a professional teacher’s outfit, holding a "Comprehensive Language" book in one hand, her long black hair clean and presentable, neat and tidy.

Haneda Kimu heard the door open, turned her head and said to him: "Uesugi, come in and sit down quickly, you can start with today’s homework. If there’s anything you don’t understand, feel free to ask me."

"Okay."

Uesugi Sakura responded and casually found a seat near the front and sat down.

He instinctively glanced at Hanamaru Hanabi, who was quietly working on her exercises.

She seemed quite ordinary, but Uesugi Sakura knew she still cared about what happened earlier.

Uesugi Sakura tried to calm his complex emotions, keep his usual demeanor, and opened his backpack.

He took out the exercises assigned by the school today from his backpack and began working on them skillfully.

After his Intelligence increased to 8, every problem and word became clear in his mind.

Watching word by word, the originally dull text flowed like a movie, giving an immersive experience.

Fast, precise.

Is this how top students see problems?

Uesugi Sakura, who relies on repeated practice to stack up results, couldn’t help but envy those born with such intelligence, easily achieving goals that he must strive tenfold to reach.

It was hard not to lament the unfairness of "talent."

Haneda Kimu’s voice suddenly came:

"Since today is a study session day, I haven’t prepared any materials or exercises, so everyone can work on today’s homework first. My idea is to devise remedial plans based on your weaknesses in each subject henceforth, allowing for rapid improvement and mutual progress.

"Under these conditions, I hope all five of you aim for the top ten in the grade."

[Beep Beep... Beep Beep...]

[New task detected]

[Task difficulty: Level 1]

[Task content: Achieve top ten in the grade]

[Task time: One month]

[Task limit: None]

[Task penalty: None]

[Task bonus: For each study group member in the top ten, reward +1]

[Summary: For the lazy you, there’s finally a real small goal]

"Hmm..."

Uesugi Sakura paused, resting his chin on his black pen, a bit puzzled.

The system task was triggered?

After deliberately trying multiple times over these days, he still hadn’t figured out the task trigger mechanism. It seemed to happen once he set a goal he genuinely wanted to achieve, these tasks would suddenly appear.

Last time it was insincerity, this time it’s growth?

Is it really following the rule of "an honest lazyfish with dreams?"

For now, let’s not dwell on these.

What does that reward +1 mean? An increase in quantity or an upgrade in quality?

"Haneda sensei, won’t this be a bit difficult?"

Ayaka Rie tentatively asked, feeling somewhat insecure about her grades.

In the second year, there are ten classes, each with about 35 students.

Since this is a private school, with expensive tuition and entrance exams, most students study with the aim of getting into college, there’s no room for slack.

And Ayaka Rie’s grades have consistently hovered in the upper middle range of the entire grade, making it understandably difficult to boost her total score into the top ten within a month.

"Precisely because it’s difficult, it’s worth striving for," Haneda Kimu said to her, "among you five, only Uesugi’s grades are closer to the top ten."

"As your guiding teacher, of course, I need to push you a bit, after all, you’re all aiming for college, right?"

"Yes."

Aside from Uesugi Sakura, who was focused on the exercises, everyone nodded.

Haneda Kimu continued: "With your grades, getting into college should be no problem, but it’s not enough if you want to enter a top-tier university. Besides, our school doesn’t accept ’ronin’ or repeat students, meaning there’s no retake opportunity here.

"Many students have chosen to attend cram schools this semester, utilizing their evening free time to study, adding to your pressure. That’s also the purpose behind establishing this study group."

"Although the current number of members is small, this study group is still in the experimental stage, you are considered my first batch of students."

First batch?

So there’s going to be a second batch.

By then, they’ll likely select from the class again, and it seems every student will get their turn.

Uesugi Sakura couldn’t help but feel regret for Goto and Tsubokawa, it’s quite hard for people like them to stay in a study session like this in the evening.

...

...

Time came to about 7:30 at night.

By this time, the five in the study group had completed their respective assignments under Haneda Kimu’s guidance.

The sky was a dark void, but the bustling vehicles and commuters returning home from work made the street feel anything but empty.

Kyujuu Rika, being the young lady of a current national lawmaker, naturally had a chauffeur to pick her up at times like these, and bespectacled Kiyohara Tomomi, who shared the route, got a ride home too.

Watching the Honda luxury car gradually driving away from the school gate, Uesugi Sakura didn’t pay much attention, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and following behind Hanamaru Hanabi and Ayaka Rie.

The two walked ahead as usual, chatting and laughing, nothing different from usual.

After walking some distance, they took the Tozai Line. Once off the train, it was a short route back home for the two of them alone.

Hanamaru Hanabi held her handbag with both hands in front of her, her black pleated skirt gently swaying with her steady steps.

Uesugi Sakura walked beside her, occasionally stealing glances at this exceedingly familiar girl next door.

For some reason, he felt like his gaze on her had become strange lately.

The sounds of cars, footsteps, and phone conversations continually surfaced on the cramped streets of Tokyo, as people hurried toward their respective goals.

The neon lights appeared particularly bright this evening, steam rising from the izakaya across the street, where suited and flushed businessmen sat on a row of wooden stools.

They raised their beers in celebration, cheering as another leisure evening finally arrived.

Their shadows stretched long and short under the orange-yellow streetlights.

Uesugi Sakura looked at Hanamaru Hanabi’s round side face beside him, recalling the events of this afternoon, and softly said:

"Hanabi, I’m sorry for not stopping that guy for you this afternoon, just standing there watching..."

After a brief silence.

"Uh-huh."

Hanamaru Hanabi lightly shook her head, her soft short hair gently swaying under the light,

"It’s not Uesugi-kun’s fault, it was just that Rie-chan was very angry at the time, and because of Hanabi’s reason..."

She paused for a moment.

"Uesugi-kun wasn’t intentionally standing there waiting... Uesugi-kun just wanted Hanabi to be braver and to learn to refuse, just like when we were kids..."

Upon hearing this, a happy smile suddenly appeared on Uesugi Sakura’s face.

Hanamaru Hanabi’s blushing face was filled with confusion as she looked up at him:

"Uesugi-kun... what’s so funny?"

The girl gazed at him, her eyes glistening with a gentle shimmer.

But Uesugi Sakura didn’t answer her question; instead, he asked her in return:

"Hanabi, can you tell me what you think about being confessed to this afternoon?"

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