"Alright," Kiyono Lin cut off the farce, "Ichiki, if you can't accept it, I'll arrange another solution. However, if we let Mr. Dubian stay alone, I'm worried that some people will end up seeing each other under the same blanket."

"Eek—" Ichiki Aoi glanced at Mayi Asuka, then at the two young ladies.

Does she mean... if Dubian Che sleeps alone, she, Jiutiao, and Mayi, the senior, will sneak into his room?!

Absolutely not!

Where she hadn't noticed, Xiaoquan Aonai's pale face turned bright red.

"Okay!" Ichiki Aoi made up her mind, "Let's all sleep together!"

"I was just trying to protect you, why do you all think so much," Dubian Che found himself to be the one with the purest thoughts.

Kiyono Lin ignored him and said to Xiaoquan Aonai, "With accommodation settled, what about food and hygiene? Can the school handle those?"

"Hygiene is possible; there's a shower for teachers to use. For food, we have to buy our own ingredients and cook in the cooking classroom, the teacher will take care of it," Xiaoquan Aonai said.

"Ah, teacher's cooking~" Ichiki Aoi exclaimed with exaggerated dramatism.

"No need for that much trouble," Kiyono Lin said, "For six people, if we also prepare elaborate meals, half a day will be spent on that. Mr. Dubian."

"Yes."

"You're in charge of fried rice, right? You take care of the cooking this time. That way, even if it's terrible, our Miss Jiutiao won't be able to say anything."

"Why, it's because I have a soft spot for my dear," Jiutiao Meijie teased, casting a playful glance at Kiyono Lin.

Kiyono Lin acted as if she hadn't heard and continued, "Also buy some curry, make enough for two meals in one cooking session to save time as much as possible."

There wasn't a hint of deception in her crystal-clear, gleaming eyes, only the unwavering honesty that had never changed—if she said the cram school was for training, then it was indeed for training.

No one knew if deep within her girlish heart, there were any rose-colored longings.

"I'll make the curry," Xiaoquan Aonai said gently.

"Help me apply for the cram school as well."

"Sure."

"That's it for today, break up."

"Hard work everyone!" they said.

"What are we eating tonight?" Ichiki Aoi asked, swaying with anticipation.

"Mr. Dubian," Kiyono Lin said as she put the script filled with notes into her bag, "go ahead with the promotional poster."

"Work comes after eating!" Dubian Che raised his right index finger, "How about going out for beef hotpot tonight? There are bones bigger than a fist, perfect for gnawing."

"Gurgle~" Ichiki Aoi swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

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With the corridor of the school building becoming more crowded, time quickly reached Friday.

"There are still so many people at this time?" Ichiki Aoi, leaning on the railing of the overhead corridor, looked down.

It was already night, and from its elevated position, Goda High School offered a view that dominated the night scenery of Shinjuku District from the fifth floor.

The orange street lights stretched into a long dragon, the vehicles forming a river of light that flowed slowly in the night, as if they were the lifeblood of the city.

Goda High School was also brightly lit tonight, with most classrooms still having their lights on.

From this vantage point, there were continuous movements of figures behind the windows.

Near the overhead corridor, on the second floor of the club building, the Debating Department was in the midst of a heated argument, seemingly about to come to blows;

On the third floor of the distant academic building, two people on the podium of first-year class one talked in a deadpan manner, whether they were conversing or rehearsing a comic dialogue was unclear.

"It's an incredible feeling," murmured Ichiki Aoi.

Dubian Che understood what she meant.

At night, watching one lit window after another, with different scenes playing out inside each one, brought an incredible feeling to the heart.

"Ichiki!" from the end of the corridor came Xiaoquan Aonai's call.

"Coming!" Ichiki Aoi ran over, with the night breeze momentarily dispelling the stuffiness.

By the time Ichiki Aoi had changed her clothes, it was finally Dubian Che's turn.

The six of them didn't wear special pajamas but wore a combination of 'T-shirts and knee-length pants.'

Only Ichiki Aoi was an exception, putting on the school's loose sportswear.

"Why, when you all change clothes, I have to leave, but when I change, you can all stay inside?" came the voice of Dubian Che from behind a corner curtain.

"Don't waste time there," said Kiyono Lin mercilessly.

"I'm undressing."

The others quieted down slightly, and could hear Dubian Che undressing one piece at a time.

Xiaoquan Aonai looked at the other four, with seemingly only herself particularly concerned.

'Are everyone used to Dubian taking off his clothes? Am I falling behind?' she wondered to herself.

When Dubian Che pulled back the curtain, Kiyono Lin immediately said, "Let's begin."

"Good morning, young lady!" He walked towards the beech wood table, speaking in a chuunibyou-like demon's tone.

"Good morning, Mr. Demon~" Jiutiao Meijie looked at him with a smile.

"This is not a place for you two to flirt before bed," warned Director Kiyono coldly.

They went through the lines one by one;

The air conditioning was too cold, so they occasionally put on jackets;

Thirsty, they drank the fresh juice from Jiutiao Meijie's fridge; hungry, there were rice balls bought from the convenience store, and various desserts in the fridge;

They practiced by the beech table for a while, and when it became the deep, quiet hours of the night, they moved to the overhead corridor for a live performance.

Because of mosquitoes, a chargeable mosquito lamp was lit.

"In my youth, I pursued the end of the world just like you. I found a demon and sought answers from him."

"A demon?"

"As long as there's a price to pay, demons and gods alike couldn't care less about not knowing."

"Did he give you the answer?"

"Of course." Dubian Che stepped forward, greeting Xiaoquan Aonai, "Long time no see, Miss Witch."

"It's been three hundred years," Xiaoquan Aonai said with a faint hint of reminiscence in her voice.

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