Only I Have the Law: Tokyo Fantasy Daily Life

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I'd rather be an honest fool than a self-righteous, hypocritical scoundrel!

"That's it, I understand."

Yatohime nodded, stood up and walked to her, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and easily lifted her off the ground like a kitten.

He then deftly hooked the door of the activity room open with his foot, and with a burst of strength, "threw" her out of the room, before slamming the door shut.

She said coldly through the door, "We are a philosophy club, not a dream come true club."

We cannot fulfill your request.

"Don't be so cold, Yato! Help me think of a solution!"

Tanaka Satomi pounded on the door outside, unwilling to give up.

Yatohime leaned against the door and replied irritably, "I'm just that kind of cold-hearted person, so give up on me."

Hearing her resolute attitude, the knocking outside the door stopped.

Tanaka Satomi knew that there was no point in continuing to argue, so she could only sigh and think of a solution herself.

She walked down the corridor dejectedly.

Before they even reached the top of the stairs, they encountered Qingze, who was walking up.

Tanaka Satomi's eyes lit up immediately, as if she had seen a savior, and she quickly cried out, "Teacher! I..."

"Stop talking, Tanaka."

Qingze already knew what she was going to say next, so he patted her on the shoulder and said, "Give up your unrealistic dream."

"Teacher! Even you say that?"

Tanaka Satomi seemed taken aback, but she immediately clenched her fists and shouted, "Damn it! I won't give up!"

After saying that, she quickly ran down the stairs.

Qingze watched her retreating figure and sighed softly, "How youthful it really is..."

Only people of this age can recklessly waste time on things that adults consider "boring" and enjoy it.

He continued toward the philosophy society's activity room and pushed open the door.

The two women inside looked up at the sound and saw it was him. Yatohime's originally sharp gaze softened a little.

Saori Hoshino laughed and said, "Teacher, you were right. Tanaka was indeed rejected by the soccer club."

"This is normal."

Qingze closed the door behind him, skillfully changed into indoor shoes, picked up his briefcase, and sat down at the low table in the center of the room.

He took a notebook and a pencil out of his bag.

Hoshino Saori leaned closer curiously and asked, "Teacher, are you getting ready to play some new game?"

“This isn’t a game,” Qingze replied without looking up, flipping through his notebook. “I’m preparing your next math assignments based on the results of the last test.”

"what?!"

Hoshino Saori's expression changed drastically, as if she had heard an extremely ominous prophecy. She sprang back as if she had been electrocuted, her face filled with terror. "No!"

Please don't do such horrific things in our harmonious, free, and thought-provoking philosophy society!

"It must be quite terrifying for you."

Qingze continued writing, saying calmly, "Because I've decided to 'take special care' of a certain student who got a zero on the test."

"No!"

Hoshino Saori let out a wail, then immediately leaned forward again, clasped her hands together, and her eyes instantly became watery, trying to move him with her pitiful act, "Teacher, can you bear to see my fair, flawless, delicate skin covered in ugly dark circles from staying up all night studying math?"

"If it can really help you learn something, even if it gives you dark circles under your eyes," Qingze finally looked up at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, "I think I would be gratified by it."

When Saori Hoshino realized that her cuteness tactic was ineffective, she could only sigh in resignation and collapse limply onto the floor as if her bones had been removed.

Of course, she still had basic awareness of precautions, so she deliberately turned her head towards Qingze, and stretched out her two slender legs, which were covered with pure white stockings.

She stared wide-eyed at the orange-yellow ceiling of the activity room.

Suddenly, I realized that if I didn't speak, the entire philosophy club would fall into a strange silence.

Yatohime leaned against the wall, quietly playing on her phone, while Aozawa focused intently on his problem. The only sound was the soft scratching of a pencil on paper.

In this tranquil atmosphere, Hoshino Saori felt as if a fleeting inspiration had flashed through her mind.

But when she tried to capture it, the inspiration vanished without a trace.

She turned to the side, somewhat irritated, and looked up at Qingze from this angle.

His features appeared sharply defined under the light.

Suddenly, out of the blue, Saori Hoshino blurted out, "Teacher, looking at you closely, you're actually quite handsome."

"Thank you, I always knew that."

Qingze's answer was quite frank.

Hoshino Saori blinked, her curiosity piqued again. "Did the principal fall for you because of your looks?"

“I don’t rule out appearance as a factor,” Qingze replied casually while pondering the math problem, “but inner qualities are the key reason.”

Hoshino Saori felt a strange restlessness in her heart, excitedly licked her lips, and said, "Teacher, then you and the principal... have you ever done those embarrassing things?"

"This is not a question a student your age should be asking."

Qingze did not give a clear answer.

However, his ambiguous attitude only brought a sly smile to Hoshino Saori's face.

Even Yatohime, who seemed to be focused on playing on her phone the whole time, paused her finger movements almost imperceptibly, silently perking up her ears.

For girls their age, matters between men and women seem shrouded in mystery and ambiguity.

Is what lies behind the veil beautiful or unbearable?

It is precisely because of their uncertainty that they are so attractive.

"Teacher, I bet you can't resist!"

Saori Hoshino continued in an "I understand" tone, "The principal is so beautiful, and has such a great figure..."

As she said this, an exaggerated expression of admiration appeared on her face: "You really are lucky. Your girlfriend is better than those female celebrities on TV and female models in magazines."

When are you planning to get married?

"I don't know."

“Then you’d better hurry up,” Hoshino Saori reminded her in a tone of someone who had been there before. “A woman as outstanding as the principal must have many suitors.”

Don't cry if someone else takes it from you.

"Don't worry, no one can take her away from me."

"Huh? Teacher, are you that confident?"

"of course."

Qingze's answer was brief and powerful.

For some reason, upon hearing this answer, Hoshino Saori did not feel the expected joy for her teacher; instead, she felt a little depressed and uncomfortable.

"It must be because the weather is getting warmer..."

She silently made an excuse for her inexplicable emotions.

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Chapter 53 The Clash Between Goblins and Shapeshifters

After the club activity ended, Qingze left the club building and walked quickly towards the parking lot.

He deftly hopped on the black secondhand motorcycle, twisted the throttle, and drove straight towards Dongye Apartment.

After parking the car, I went upstairs.

As soon as the door opened a crack, a furry figure rushed over enthusiastically.

Big Yellow wagged its tail excitedly, so fast it looked like it was about to take off, and made affectionate whimpering noises while rubbing its head against his leg.

Qingze smiled and ruffled its head, then closed the door behind him and casually tossed his briefcase onto the sofa.

He went into the kitchen, turned on the tap, and carefully washed his hands before preparing dinner for the evening.

After a series of preparations, a simple meal of two dishes and a soup was served.

Braised pork ribs, steamed fish, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables.

He ate two bowls of rice, then mixed the remaining dishes and rice together and poured them into Dahuang's special dog bowl.

Watching Da Huang working diligently, he turned around and washed the pots and pans he had used, putting them back neatly in their places.

Then, he walked to the sliding door of the balcony and took the birdcage down from the coat rack.

He opened the balcony door and hung the birdcage on the clothesline.

A thought came to my mind.

An invisible spiritual force emanated from between his brows, gently brushing over the five sparrows in the cage.

He then opened the cage door, and the sparrows flapped their wings and flew out quickly, nimbly scattering in the air and flying in different directions.

Perhaps it was because his mental strength had been enhanced, or perhaps it was because of the frequent use that made him more compatible with the magic, but now the images transmitted back by the five sparrows were exceptionally clear.

While we could see the red tags for cockroaches before, the images of cockroaches were somewhat blurry. Now, from a high altitude, we can even see the legs of cockroaches crawling on the ground clearly.

The sparrow's tiny eyes seemed to have evolved into ultra-high-definition camera probes.

Qingze returned to the living room, closed the balcony door, and drew the curtain.

He never leaves the balcony door open when he goes out.

Despite living on the third floor, which is difficult for ordinary people to climb, he still habitually keeps the doors and windows tightly closed.

Always lock the door when leaving the house.

He could never understand why some Japanese people didn't lock their doors when they went out.