Kaito had understood a certain truth a long time ago: the rain won't always fall, but the head will.
It's always said that teenage boys are like monkeys in heat, but honestly, girls aren't much better.
Just placing homework together with the person they liked, one up, one down, they could fantasize an entire hundred-thousand-word sweet romance novel. Some even had the school picked out for their future kids.
Back then, Kaito was obsessed with studying and had no way of stopping others from liking him. The only thing he could do was maintain distance from everyone.
At the very least, not give them any room for fantasy.
Stacks of love letters took up too much space. Kaito simply gathered them all and tossed them straight into the trash can.
Quite a few girls secretly watching from nearby were a bit disappointed when they saw this.
Even if they didn't expect Kaito to actually accept their confessions… at least a glance would've been nice.
But they weren't angry about Kaito throwing away their letters.
In this world, not only do beautiful women have privileges, handsome guys do too, especially the kind handsome enough to attract both men and women.
So what if the male god is cold and aloof? That kind of ascetic flavor is just their thing.
The morning class was Modern Japanese taught by the homeroom teacher, Hiratsuka Shizuka.
Wearing a white lab coat and looking completely unkempt, the iron-fisted female teacher's eyes would occasionally drift toward the back row by the window.
That was Kaito's seat.
Just thinking about her humiliating performance yesterday made Hiratsuka Shizuka curl her toes in embarrassment.
'Thankfully, Kaito didn't take it too seriously…'
'Otherwise, my career as a teacher will probably be over, right? Sob!'
Because she just couldn't concentrate, her lesson this period was a bit all over the place.
Luckily, many students weren't focused on class anyway. Their eyes were secretly darting toward a certain figure by the window.
Finally, the lunch break arrived. She clutched her chest like she was freed, then knocked on the podium.
"Class is dismissed. Uh, Kaito… come with me to the office for a bit."
———
The teachers' office was very quiet.
Hiratsuka Shizuka casually sat on a chair. She had originally wanted to light a cigarette, but when she saw the handsome boy in front of her furrow his brows slightly, she pulled her hand away from the lighter.
"Teacher Hiratsuka, is there something you need from me?", Kaito's attitude was calm. In a country like Japan, where the hierarchical order is strict, this was a bit out of place.
Low-grade students had to maintain respect even toward higher-grade upperclassmen, or they might get bullied. Let alone a teacher.
But Shizuka wasn't the type who liked putting on airs. In fact, when faced with that face of his that seemed like a vortex emitting infinite gravity, she unconsciously straightened her back.
Just like a newcomer in a company facing a senior, she placed herself in a slightly lower position, "It's not really anything serious."
Wearing her white lab coat, she sat up straight and lightly cleared her throat, "Kaito, you're an international student, right?"
"Have you gotten used to life on campus? Or encountered any difficulties?"
"If there's anything, feel free to say it. As your teacher, I have a duty to help you solve any issues during your time studying abroad."
This righteous excuse was something Shizuka had stayed up thinking about for more than half the night.
'It's normal for international students to not get used to life abroad, right?'
'With no shared language, they're left isolated and may even develop psychological issues over time!'
As a righteous teacher of the people, Hiratsuka Shizuka could not just stand by.
"I'm doing fine. Life on campus is very satisfying. Thank you for your concern, Teacher Hiratsuka."
Kaito nodded slightly, "Is there anything else? If not, I'll be going."
"Wait, wait, wait!", Seeing him turn to leave, Shizuka quickly grabbed his hand, then let go like she'd been shocked, her face blushing unnaturally.
"Um, it's already been two days since school started. Have you thought about the club activities yet?"
Japanese schools have a strong club culture. Most students join a club they're interested in and do club activities after class.
Of course, there are also a few who prefer to be alone and refuse to join any club. Commonly referred to as the "Go-Home Club."
"I'm not interested in the school clubs," Kaito didn't have many hobbies. Cooking was one of them, but he didn't plan on joining the cooking club at school.
The reason was simple: the cooking club was almost entirely made up of girls.
There's an old saying in his country: ["Throwing a meat bun at a dog—it won't come back."]
Unfortunately, based on the current situation, if he joined the cooking club, he'd be that meat bun that never came back.
However…
"Teacher Hiratsuka, even if I'm a new student, I should still have the right to create a club, right?"
"If you're a first-year student, not yet."
Hiratsuka Shizuka shook her head, "Maybe at other schools, but here at Shuka, only second-year students and above are qualified to create clubs. It's school policy."
She paused, then grew a little curious, "Why do you ask? Don't tell me you're thinking of starting your own club?"
"That's right," Kaito was a bit troubled.
He had planned to create a Paranormal Studies Club, as a trial run for opening an exorcism business. But he got stuck on the grade requirement.
"Actually, if you really want to start a club, it's not entirely impossible," Shizuka stroked her chin, her face turning serious, "I can help you out. After all, helping students with their troubles is a teacher's responsibility."
Though she looked like a disheveled, aging female teacher, Shizuka was not your average person.
What ordinary person can afford an Aston Martin Vantage?
And in her garage, she had at least three more luxury cars like it.
With the sudden turn of events, Kaito didn't refuse, "Then I'll thank you for your kindness, Teacher Hiratsuka."
"Oh come on, don't mention it!"
Shizuka waved it off carelessly, "Just leave it to me."
———
Leaving the office.
It was lunchtime, and Kaito planned to head to the cafeteria to get something to eat and try out the flavor.
Although Japanese students often brought bento from home, not everyone could do that, so naturally, the school still had a cafeteria.
But before he could take more than a few steps, he sensed a strange aura.
'Is there a ghost nearby?'
Kaito furrowed his brows.
As a disciple of the Courting Death Sect, a proper orthodox cultivator, eliminating demons and ghosts was his duty.
Though he wasn't the kind who believed all supernatural beings should die, real-world experience had shown that even if you killed nine out of ten, one might still slip through the cracks.
In any case, now that he'd encountered one, he couldn't just ignore it.
Not to mention the karmic merit rewards.
Kaito quickly followed the faint ghostly aura to its source.
It was an apparently abandoned classroom. The desks and chairs were all piled in the corner, already gathering a thin layer of dust.
In the center of the room, a girl who looked familiar, seemingly a classmate, was crouching down with her head in her arms, wearing a pink tracksuit, her pink hair shaking as her tiny body trembled uncontrollably.
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